how to seduce an angel

I know where Garcia's injury came from.

From the peak of Lecini to the foot of the mountain, dozens of enchantments have been laid down, some traces of the enchantment have not completely disappeared, the jagged rocks are stained with blood, and a few black feathers hang from the branches protruding from the rock wall superior.

Not only that.

Garcia landed from the Lecini River, and experienced many sieges, and there were many casualties along the way, but the traces of the battle stopped at the peak of Lecini.

Because they knew that the peak was guarded by the most powerful angels in the God Realm, and it was impossible for anyone to break through that line of defense.

I saw Birmina's head and wings on the banks of the Lecini River. They were hung high on the flags on the river bank to deter the demons who came to attack.

Birminger's eyes were closed, his face was dark, his messy hair was messy on the side of his face, and the bones of his wings were broken and swayed by the wind.

He is a hateful demon, he should stay in the magic school for the rest of his life and never come out, otherwise, even if he does not die at the hands of the angels, he will be chopped off by me sooner or later.

I deposited his head with him, and it was taken off by the angel first, what a waste.

There were two angel legions ambushing on the shore, and I killed them with a few knives.

I kicked down the banner, caught Bierminer's head and wings, and burned them with magical fire.

……

After all, it's a friend, and it can be regarded as helping him collect the body.

The lord was killed, the Seventh Realm was completely defeated, and the billowing smoke drifted along the river bank, making me even more dizzy.

The tavern I frequented was burned to a pile of charcoal, and there were black feathers and demon corpses everywhere. The witch who wanted me to conquer the Seventh Realm and lift the ban on angel costumes, the waiter at the Red Lips Hotel...

I didn't pay attention for a while, and I tripped over something under my feet. I looked down and saw that it was a severed hand, which looked like a little devil's. There was a magic seal etched on the back of the hand, which was my own signed name.

Another wave of angels who were cleaning the battlefield was met by me, and they were cut off in the middle after meeting each other.

Seeing some blood at this time may calm me down.

What were they thinking before they died?

Thinking about the war between gods and demons, the great demon Lansa, who has always been belligerent, has disappeared. He must have died in that corner?

I'm afraid until the moment when life stops, they will not think that I am making out with Deville, sleeping on Deville's lap.

The chill in my body slowly penetrated, and my wings were too cold to fly. I could only walk slowly among the ruins all over the ground, every step was as heavy as if I was about to sink into the ground.

——At this point, I never slept for more than two or three days.

The magic school was destroyed, and there were only a few corpses of the teachers, which seemed to be left for the queen.

Several of the teachers taught me.

When I was in school, they always forced me to learn complicated and boring magic, saying that playing with knives and guns is only done by simple-minded demons.

But playing with knives and guns can at least save one life. No matter how powerful their magic is, wouldn't they die here?

The broad knife on my back is too heavy, I have never felt it is so heavy, it is so heavy that I can't move forward.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard a painful groan from the collapsed teaching building. The ending of the groan stopped abruptly, as if someone covered my mouth.

The stiffness spread from every muscle to the tip of every hair. The cry made my blood flow backwards and my scalp was numb.

I have killed a lot of demons in these years, and I have seen countless death scenes. I have never been so tense as I am now.

I leaned forward and almost staggered, only to realize that my legs were so stiff that I forgot to lift them up. With a light breath, I walked slowly to the ruins of the teaching building.

There is an inconspicuous magical wave next to the ruins, which is an enchantment.

The enchantment is very concealed. Now that the magic power is flowing everywhere in the seventh domain, it is almost invisible. It is not only concealed, but also very strong. It can be seen that it is the handwriting of those teachers.

I couldn't even split it the first time. It wasn't until the second time that the barrier shattered. A cold arrow shot out, hit my knife with a clang, and fell to the ground.

The little devil, who was missing a hand and could only use his elbow to hold his bow, stared blankly at me. His eyes were about to pop out. After a while, the corners of his mouth trembled and fell down, and water mist quickly formed in his eye sockets: "Lansa, Lansa! Lord Sa, you are still alive!"

Behind him was a group of magic school students. One of the students was injured and his mouth was covered with sweat.

"Master Lanza!"

"Lord Lanza is not dead!"

"We are saved!"

"..."

I stood for a long time, feeling the air being refilled into my lungs, and after lifting it a few times, I stretched out my stiff hand, rubbed it on the little devil's head, and said, "You are doing very well, as expected of you." Challenge my demons."

The little devil pursed his mouth, his nose puffed, and he choked up: "Master Lansa, we...we..."

"I'll send you to the Ninth Domain, don't worry, you're safe."