On the third day after Garcia left, I handed over the task of handling battle reports and deploying defenses to Kunel, led several lords to the occupied tenth, eleventh, and twelfth realms, and killed the guards in these three realms. The six four-winged angels and one Seraph drove the angel legion back to the ruins of the holy spirit.

I usually ignore opponents who are not challenging, but Lanza has disappeared, and the only one left here is the demon king, so except for the guards, all the angels in the field of vision were killed by me.

The demon veins are damaged, and the demon army is overstretched. Even if I take back these three domains temporarily, I can't immediately send troops to guard them. This trip is only to boost the morale of the demon world and deter the god world by the way.

Unless there is an angel like Mephis in the God Realm who summons the blessings of the heavenly father contained in the veins to deal with me, otherwise, except for Seraphs of Deville's level, ordinary angels, and even Seraphs, will not be able to kill me .

With a bang, the huge magic shock leveled the legion of angels outside the ruins of the holy spirit. I cut off the head of the four-winged angel and hung it on the mast outside the temple. I took a rest on the choir and wiped off the blood on the broad knife.

I was not injured at all, a bloodstain was burned on the left cheek with holy water by the seraphim guard of the No.11 domain, the black clothes on my body were soaked in blood, and dark red liquid dripped from the wet wings.

I don't like the smell of blood, but at this moment, surrounded by the smell of blood, it is almost hard to think. I annoyed to tear off my shirt, greeted Novia who was stationed opposite the ruins, and went back to the ninth domain to clean it up.

Afterwards, I didn't rest, and flew directly to the direction of Lecini Harbor - after clearing out the angels who occupied the magpie's nest, it was time to go to Deville to get back my things.

There are no angels guarding the harbor of Lecini, and the residents of the town have been evacuated, turning it into an empty city.

On the way to the peak of Lecini, there are no restrictions or enchantments along the way, it is as if all obstacles are being cleared away and waiting for me to come over.

Deville was indeed waiting for me. He hadn't taken Garcia back yet, and he was standing under the tree outside the temple with four wings spread out behind him.

His eyes trembled when he saw the wound on my face.

During this period of time, I have been very busy, busy looking for a way to restore the magic vein, busy dealing with the approaching of the angels, and only occasionally when I am free, I will think about the matter between me and Deville.

I just found out that the war had already begun—the moment I first met Dwyer.

This advance battle is not bloody, nor does it require real fighting, it is just a game of emotions.

The sentence he said to me was a declaration of war. I didn't understand the meaning of it, and I was defeated without knowing it.

Since it is a war, there is nothing to complain about. Just like the countless challenges I have experienced before, soldiers are not tired of deceit, and if they are not as good as others, they should be killed by their necks.

I looked at the flowering tree—the world below the mountain was full of bloody storms, and it was still peaceful here.

The petals on the tree once fell on Deville and me while shaking. The concave and curled petals were white and flawless, very similar to the snow amber on the snowy mountains of the Demon Realm.

It's just that at this time, the whiteness is particularly dazzling, and it makes me feel depressed.

I didn't want to stay long, so I said straight to the point: "Give me back the hair tie."

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