Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Just as the silver-haired deity was resting and lazing in the apse, the seven seraphs were looking at each other in the ninth heaven.

Michael was the first to couldn't help but speak: "I said, can we stop standing here in a daze?"

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, and had some understanding of this new partner's personality.With a wave of his hand, a rectangular conference table with seven chairs appeared in front of the seven angels. He pulled the chief chair and sat down, and said to his six friends: "Come and sit, let's discuss it later." thing."

When the gods created the angels, they endowed the first created seven angels with memory inheritance and a status and powerful power higher than other angels. At the same time, they also gave them the task of teaching other angels and creating heaven.Lucifer, the first angel created by God and the most powerful, naturally became the boss of the seven of them, and the other six angels had no objections.

The other six angels took their seats one after another, and Metatron winked at Lucifer, who was seated above, and got straight to the point: "I don't know if Your Highness has any plans for the development of the kingdom of heaven?"

Lucifer looked at him expressionlessly with his blue and beautiful eyes like the sky: "If I had a plan, I would have done it myself, and I would have called you over?"

Metatron laughed dryly, and Michael beside him spread his arms, and looked at Lucifer with his red eyes: "I told you in advance that I only do physical work, and don't ask me for clerical work. I can't do it."

If he didn't understand this partner's temperament, Lucifer would definitely have thought that the red-haired bastard was shirking responsibility.Lucifer said unceremoniously: "You want to do paperwork and I don't want to do it for you, and I don't think you can do anything other than physical work!"

Michael smacked his mouth and shut up.The other angels couldn't help laughing.

Lucifer tapped on the table with his fingers, and asked under the watchful eyes of the six angels: "How much do you know about the heavens and angels? Have you sorted out the inheritance memory yesterday?"

"Meta and I sorted out some clues yesterday, Your Highness Lucifer." Raphael and Metatron exchanged glances, then looked at Lucifer with a smile.

Lucifer nodded, "Please tell me."

"As everyone remembers, there are nine heavens in the heavens. From the first heaven, the energy in the air becomes denser and denser. In the eighth heaven, only us Seraphim can move freely. In the seventh heaven, only us Angels at the third level don’t feel oppressive, so Metatron and I suggested that the angels should be arranged to live in different levels. Next, there are angels.” Raphael stopped and looked at Metatron.Metatron nodded to Raphael, looked at his companions, and took Raphael's speech:

"Angels are divided into three ranks and nine ranks—upper three ranks of seraphim, cherubs, and throne angels; middle ranks of four-winged master angels, power angels, and power angels; lower ranks of two-winged angels of authority, archangels, and angels." Metatron paused, let his companions digest it, and continued, "Although the lower third-tier angels are the weakest in strength, they are indeed more numerous; Stronger than the lower three ranks of angels; Throne Angels and Cherubs belong to the upper three ranks of angels like us Seraphim, the number is the smallest, but their strength is stronger than the sum of the lower two ranks of angels."

Samuel touched his chin and said, "One sentence sums it up: the stronger the strength of the ninth-level angels, the fewer the number. Right?"

Metatron was not angry at Samuel's interruption, he shrugged his shoulders: "That's right." Then he straightened his expression and looked at Lucifer, "Your Highness, my suggestion is to classify the management .”

Gabriel thought for a while, and then said softly: "His Royal Highness Metatron suggested that each of our seven Seraphs take over at least one level of angels?"

"Yes. And my god also said after creating our angel family, that the angel family respects Seraphim, and gave us the task of managing the heavens. I think other angels will not object to our management." Mentioned The god of creation, Metatron showed admiration and longing on his face.

When the other angels heard Metatron mentioning their Creator, they all had longing and joy on their faces, as well as a little bit of frustration.Since the angels were created on the sixth day of creation, they have not seen the Creator God. They have always longed to meet God the Father, which is their nature.

The messiah, who had been wandering without saying a word, suddenly looked at Lucifer: "Your Highness Lucifer, we should arrange the accommodation of the angels first. As for the management of the angels, I think we should first report to Father God One sound is better."

The other angels were stunned, Lucifer also frowned, and Metatron slapped his forehead: "It's me and Raphael who are too anxious." Raphael also nodded guiltily.

After all, heaven is the residence of God, and it is better for some major changes and appointments to be decided by God.God is the Creator, the manager of the world, and the belief of all living beings in this world.If God is dissatisfied with the arrangement of the angels themselves, and feels that the angels have made their own decisions, then the angel family will be rejected by God, and the consequences...

The seven blazing angels shuddered in unison.

Gabriel worried: "What if Father God is not happy and we look for him?"

The blazing angels looked at each other, very distressed, but they didn't know that their distress was being seen by the father god they admired and admired.

The silver-haired deity who was looking at the heavens with his spiritual thoughts out of boredom touched his chin, and he asked the golden book in his hand: "Book of Creation, do I look like a tyrant?" His "children" are so afraid of him .

If the Golden Book had eyes, it would definitely roll its eyes at the silver-haired god.The golden book turned to a blank page and wrote: "Angels are creatures with only faith and no good or evil. You are their creator and their god. As long as you like it, they are good; as long as you hate it It is their evil. Angels only care about the glory and light you give... No, it should be said that all living beings care about your love very much, but the angels are more persistent to you. It can be said that the angels regard you more than themselves What's more, your little dissatisfaction can even drive them crazy." After finishing his anger, the book of creation and the silver-haired god "talked" and resumed their respectful title.No one knows better than it how narrow-minded this god is, he can have a short temper, and if he loses his temper again, he can write a suicide note to himself.

The silver-haired deity frowned, "Why does it feel like an idiot? I remember that I didn't add any messy things when I created the angel."

"Oh, I added that."

The silver-haired god was silent, and accidentally "said" the leaking golden book, and immediately explained with a guilty conscience: "Well, am I worried about you? It's not that you don't know how lazy you are, how can you take care of yourself? I just Thinking, angels will also live in the heavens in the future, wouldn’t it be better to add more settings? This way they will be more obedient, and it will be more convenient for you to order...” At the end of the writing, under the sight of the silver-haired god’s clear golden eyes "Sound".

The silver-haired deity laughed angrily, and said, "Oh, then I still have to thank you if you dare to love me?"

The Golden Book dared not make a sound.

The silver-haired god was too lazy to argue with it, and thought of something, squinting his golden eyes and asked it: "What about the other creatures? You didn't do anything, did you?"

The Golden Book trembled, but remained silent.

The silver-haired god didn't get angry either. He gently stroked its writing with his rare and gentle hands. The golden book was trembling with horror. The silver-haired god said gently: "It's okay if you don't want to say it. I am the creator god of this world. There is nothing in this world that I don't know, it's just whether I want to know or not. As for what I will do after knowing..." The silver-haired deity raised his eyes, and the golden book with obvious meaning couldn't even pretend to be stupid.

The golden book stopped shaking immediately, and immediately turned to the page recording the sixth day of creation, where the records of the creatures created on that day were recorded.

The silver-haired deity glanced at it, smiled, then threw the Genesis Book in his hand to the ground, and stomped on it fiercely!

After crushing the golden book twice with his foot, and sneering twice, the silver-haired deity walked towards the temple.

The golden book rushed in front of the silver-haired god with a "swish", and wrote, "Where are you going?"

The silver-haired deity gave it a disgusted look, "Wash yourself before you come out, it's so dirty." Then he said, "Do you think I'll drop my price enough to care about that group of things? And I'm not interested in going out so soon Let's create a new world." Anyway, such a small change has no effect on him, and it is estimated that he will not use his real body to go out a few times in this life.

The Golden Book heaved a sigh of relief and disappeared with a "pop".

After a long, long time, one-third of the angels fell into the sky; one-tenth of the elves abandoned their beliefs; It was one of the few things that the silver-haired god regretted that he didn't change those settings in time.

But now, he planned to go to the Great Holy Church to summon the seven Seraphs with a feeling of indifference.