ghost world

Mammon looked at Isfiel meaningfully.

Isfiel was silent for a while, then nodded silently.

Mammon smiled reassuringly.

Just when they were "eyebrowing", the outside world was turned upside down.

While staring at Shipley who suddenly fell from the sky, Raphael desperately saved the life of Hua who was crushed by the door panel.

"You seem to be doing well." Shipley looked down at them.

Mammon and the others rushed out from inside immediately.

The combination of seven angels and fallen angels obviously made Shipley's face a little ugly.

"My child, don't be afraid, remember, I am with you at all times." God's voice slowly sounded, passing through the clouds and spreading in all directions.

Raphael sneered: "Even if you pretend to be a god, you should study the preferences of the god first, right? He hates using 'my child' as the opening statement."

……

The magic stick is indeed a magic stick, and such nonsense can be said without changing face or heartbeat.

The fallen angels were filled with emotion.

The voice exactly like God smiled gently, "Pretend to be a god? Why should I pretend to be a god? I am a god, the great god of chaos. Submit to me, and I will give you everything you want."

Mammon said indifferently: "For example, make you disappear?"

"Too much persistence in unrealistic fantasies will make your life very short." The God of Chaos' tone softened, making people shudder.

Metatron said, "Gods never threaten."

The God of Chaos smiled and said, "Meta, you are Meta."

"..." Mammon turned to look at Metatron, "You know me?"

Metatron shook his head.

Mammon frowned and said, "I hate familiarity."

The God of Chaos completely ignored his sarcasm, and continued: "Meta, you should have stood by God's side, come to me, share my glory, and I will bestow upon you supreme glory!"

Mammon wrapped her arms around Metatron's waist possessively, and said forcefully, "He already has a master."

"Is there a master?" Metatron looked at him with a half-smile.

"...Love." Mammon corrected anxiously.

Metatron didn't seem to want to refute his face in front of a strong enemy, so he just smiled.

The Divine Way of Chaos: "The lofty and glorious eight-winged angels should not be deceived by the lowly and despicable polluters. The temple of light is the only place you should reach."

Metatron said: "My heart never leaves the palace of the gods."

"I mean my palace." His voice was gentle and kind, as if exuding an irresistible aroma, making people want to get closer.

"Old man, you're too impatient." Shi Feixia, who didn't know when he returned to the long-distance commander, said suddenly.

The atmosphere was depressing.

Suppressed laughter.

Angels and fallen angels are not held back for the God of Chaos, but because of Metatron.At this time, we still have to take into account the face of our partners.

"Hipley." The God of Chaos said calmly, "Let them all disappear."

Raphael protested: "You haven't persuaded me and Uriel yet."

The God of Chaos said in surprise: "Are you willing to join me?"

"Of course I don't want to." Raphael said righteously.

The God of Chaos said to Shipley: "As usual."

Shipley frowned and said, "There are seven of them."

"My child, don't be afraid." He lowered his voice, which was almost hypnotic, "Fear should not exist in your heart. Be brave and fight like a fearless child!"

Shipley raised his hand, and the Eternal Heart instantly appeared in his hand.

"This is my good boy." He smiled. "You will not fight alone. I will always be with you."

As soon as his voice fell, six white seraphs appeared in midair, three left and three right protecting Shipley.

A strange emotion flashed in Shipley's eyes, but he calmed down quickly.

……

Seeing the six identical faces, the fallen angel and the angels looked at each other.

Abaddon frowned, "Mass production?"

Shi Feixia asked excitedly: "What's the situation? What's the situation?"

Uriel took a step back and stood behind Isfiel, "Leave it to you."

Rafael rolled up his sleeves excitedly, "In front of the enemy, I am willing to contribute all the strength I can for free."

Abaddon looked at him suspiciously, "Why are you so excited?"

Beelzebub asked, "Is there a lot of work in heaven recently?"

Raphael said solemnly: "I'm definitely not so excited because the other party has the same face as Lord Michael....Well, I am indeed because they have the same face as Lord Michael. His face is so excited. I absolutely cannot bear anyone pretending to be the beloved Lord Michael."

Beelzebub said, "Don't worry. The communicator is off."

Rafael said: "That nonsense, the opportunity is rare, beat up!"

Beelzebub said, "Did you hear that?"

Michael's cold voice came from the communicator, "It's very clear."

"..." Raphael turned his head and stared at Beelzebub bitterly, "Traitor!"

"I'm a fallen angel, aren't I?" Beelzebub shrugged indifferently.

Raphael turned his head quickly, and said to Shipley: "It's no fun to just fight, let's gamble a little bit."

Mammon's eyes lit up.

Shipley said indifferently: "What do you want to bet?"

Raphael said: "Asmodeus and Poggy, you are very clear about our purpose."

Shipley said: "Porgy has been eaten by the Sunlight Beast."

"Ah!" Abaddon roared uncontrollably!

Mammon and Beelzebub hugged him at the same time.

Raphael said without changing his face: "Porgy should be more valuable to you than just pet food, right?"

Shipley said: "I've never had a thing for a guy who swears. Whether he's worth it or not."

Raphael said: "It seems that Xi Pei has never scolded anyone, and you don't necessarily have a good impression of him."

Sitting in the garden with Julian in his arms, Hippe, who was almost forgotten, slowly raised his head. When he saw the six identical angels beside him, his eyes suddenly widened, the corners of his mouth twitched violently, and then he fell down suddenly. Tears come.

Raphael said: "Look, my son can't bear it anymore."

Shipley glanced at Hipper lightly.

There was a strange light in Hippe's eyes, and he lowered his head after a while.

Shipley glanced at Raphael and asked, "What about your bet? Could it be Hippe and Julian?"

Raphael said, "Are you willing?"

Shipley turned his head slightly, "It doesn't matter. You're all going to die anyway, it doesn't matter what you bet on."

Raphael clapped his hands, "I originally wanted to bet on Lucifer and Lord Michael, since you don't need it, then save it."

"...The communicator doesn't seem to be off yet." Lucifer's voice came slowly from the communicator.

Raphael said: "I did this on purpose. Only in this way can our morale be boosted to the greatest extent!"

Lucifer said: "What do you think?"

Raphael didn't think that this sentence was asking himself as much as Beelzebub did.He pricked up his ears.

Sure enough, Michael said: "If you win, it will be written off. If you lose, everything is easy to talk about."

Raphael smiled reluctantly, "It really boosts morale."

Mammon let go of Abaddon, turned around and hugged Metatron, gently sniffing his golden hair and said, "Shouldn't it be better for us to lose?"

"Dare you?" Abaddon roared.

Mamen rubbed her ears expressionlessly and said, "Double the debt."

"..." Profiteer, profiteer, profiteer...

Abaddon growled internally.

... But anyway, it's not finished anyway, it doesn't make any difference between doubling and not doubling, or even doubling a few times.

Beelzebub said: "Come back to business. How to fight?"

Abaddon said, "I'll pick two!"

Uriel said, "Two."

Isfiel said, "Yes."

Raphael smiled and said, "I can understand picking two and two, what does that mean?"

Isfiel glanced at him indifferently, and hundreds of lightning bolts suddenly fell from the sky, covering Shipley and the other six seraphs.

Raphael looked at the purple light of the lightning, nodded and said: "Understood."

Uriel and Abaddon were obviously not reconciled to their favorite opponent being robbed, and rushed towards the three seraphim from left to right.

Raphael yelled at Uriel: "Don't hit Lord Michael's noble face."

Uriel was bathed in flames, and his fiery fist hit the face of the angel in the middle.

……

Beelzebub said indifferently: "The communicator has been turned off a long time ago."

Raphael: "..."

The scepter in Shipley's hand flickered on and off.

Raphael quickly dodged behind Mammon, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, I believe you can do it."

Mammon: "..."

Beelzebub shook his head and said, "Heaven should implement an assessment system to effectively improve the quality of employees."

Rafael said: "I am a high-end talent, and I take the intelligent route."

Beelzebub suddenly waved his hand, and waved the house that was originally used to imprison angels that they had forgotten behind him, "Nonsense! Am I not?" The house suddenly fell towards the top of Shipley's head!

Shipley looked at him in surprise.

Beelzebub sneered, "I'm the best at manipulating, so how can someone manipulate my soul?"

Shi Feixia shouted in surprise through the communicator: "Immune to soul attacks?"

Jin's voice came out, "What do you mean?"

"It means that there are many types of team members this time. Hey, but without a nurse, who can increase blood?" Shi Feixia asked loudly.

"What is adding blood?" Metatron, who hadn't done anything yet, asked curiously.

Shi Feixia explained: "It's a doctor, who can instantly restore the combat effectiveness of the team members."

Raphael hesitated: "Me?" Although his light energy is not as good as the ability of elves to repair instantly, it is no problem to save life from serious injuries.

Shi Feixia said with emotion: "I also think that the role of nurse must belong to you, it is very suitable."

Raphael: "..."