Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Samuel sat down in Lucifer and entered the tavern, but the attention of all the fallen angels and demons was on the demon kings who had already begun to have the prototype of the Shura field.

Beelzebub did notice Samuel's arrival, so he looked over.

Facing Beelzebub's resentful eyes, Samuel coughed slightly in embarrassment, and then signaled to a dozen fallen angels following behind to come forward and invite the fallen angels and demons out of the tavern.

Facing the resentful eyes of the fellows in the tavern, the fallen angels who followed Lucifer and Samuel pulled them out of the tavern mercilessly and silently.

The irrelevant creatures in the tavern have been cleaned up completely. The blond boy and Lucifer sat facing each other. Beelzebub, Beria, and Mamenwei stood beside him. Samuel also silently stood beside Beelzebub.

Lucifer said in the tone of reminiscing with an old friend: "If you like it, I will ask him to offer a few bottles to the holy war. When you meet the Archangel that day, the Archangel will bring you back to the heaven."

The blond boy raised his eyes, and his tone was a little slow, "What? I want to drink some wine, so I have to drink it in the heaven?"

The atmosphere was suddenly depressed.

"How come?" Lucifer raised the corners of his lips, "You are the creator, the whole world was born in your hands, not to mention just wine, even us, don't you treat us as you want?"

This is not right.

Samuel was a little anxious, but he knew he couldn't speak, so he could only wink at Beelzebub.

Beelzebub, who received Samael's gaze, had a terrible headache. He typed the manuscript, and said, "Father God—"

"Isn't what His Majesty Lucifer said right?" Beria said before Beelzebub. He chuckled and looked at Lucifer. , The devil world, even us, belong to God the Father, where God the Father wants to go and what he wants to do, do I still need to tell you?"

Amethyst-colored eyes turned to Beria, Lucifer didn't show anger on his face, he just said slowly: "Isn't that right, but Father God, I think you must not be very proficient when you first created creatures, I'm afraid you didn't create them too There are a lot of failed products, I don’t know how to deal with those failed products?”

As soon as the words fell, Belia's pupils instantly shrank into a line, like the pupils of an angry animal, and the magic power surged on his body—but within half a second, it subsided again.

He noticed that the blond boy was looking at him, and he smiled with a strange smile: "Maybe, he is lingering with the bereaved beast who was driven out after being rejected by the master."

The blond boy sighed and put up a protective cover for himself.

Three seconds later, with a radius of one kilometer around the tavern—it exploded.

In Mortal World, another battle is over.

As the pope, Mitchell also brought some paladins into the battle. After a period of war, he is now a qualified pope in terms of strength and prestige.

After ordering the paladins and priests to clean up the battlefield, Mitchell pinched the center of his brows and rubbed, his face was full of exhaustion, and his body was a little weak due to excessive use of holy power for a long time.

Adam, who joined Mitchell on the last battlefield, walked over with a worried look on his face: "I can't hold it anymore, do you want to take a break?"

Mitchell smiled: "Of course I want it, even if I can hold it, the paladins may not be able to hold it."

The paladins went to the battlefield wearing heavy armor and playing close combat with the demons, so they would only be more tired and more injured.

"Are you both here? I happen to have something to discuss with you." Metatron walked over with a map in his hand. He stood beside them, looked at the map, and looked around, satisfied. Nodded, "The location here is good, let's hold the creation celebration here."

Adam and Mitchell looked stunned. Although they had heard that the Creation Ceremony was held in the Mortal Realm, because it was a wartime, each battle site was held separately, but they didn't expect it to be so casual!

Mitchell said: "Here? But there's nothing here, and it's just an ordinary wilderness!"

Metatron gave him a strange look, "As long as the creation celebration is held, all the creatures are there, and there is a place that can accommodate the creatures. It will be enough to set up a stage at that time. What else is needed in special times?" s things?"

The corners of Adam's eyes twitched. He had participated in the creation celebrations in the heavens, but each one was not easy. He immediately asked, "What about performances? What about singing? What about playing music? The creatures in the mortal world don't understand the music in the heavens." and carols."

Metatron waved his hand disapprovingly: "These can be simplified, or each race can sing their own carols. Originally, when we were in the heavens, the Creation Celebration was doing this just to have fun. If you like it, you don't like it." It’s okay to be brief, do you really think Father God likes to hear this?”

Adam choked, and Mitchell was a little dazed: "But, without these, is there anything else that needs to be done for the Creation Ceremony?"

Metatron thought for a moment, then pondered: "Probably... it's just that everyone gathers together to sing, talk, watch some performances, and pray together when the time is up?"

Faced with Mitchell's shocked expression and Adam's speechless expression, Metatron was helpless: "To put it bluntly, this celebration is to celebrate the creation of God the Father. That's all, the reason why the heavens are so grand is to let the angels of the heavens relax and let the creatures of the mortal world come to visit and play in the heavens, how grand do you think the core of this creation ceremony is?"

Mitchell murmured: "I, I thought at least there was some ritual of bathing and purifying before I participated in it, or there were some rules that must be followed..."

Metatron wanted to roll his eyes, "That's something that only appears in the messy books of your mortal world. Angels in the heavenly world are all spiritual bodies, as long as they are not polluted by demonic energy, they are clean. There are so many rules that need to be followed, and the creation ceremony is to celebrate the creation of the Father God, and everyone is a creature created by the Father God, so just don’t make trouble.”

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Adam muttered: "Obviously, before I participated in the creation celebration for the first time, you really tormented me a lot."

"Adam," Metatron smiled, "what did you say?"

Adam immediately shook his head in denial, "No, no, I didn't say anything."

Only then did Metatron discuss the details of the creation ceremony with them, and when the discussion was almost over, Metatron called his adjutant over to give instructions.

The beautiful seraph listened carefully, and waited for Metatron to nod his head to indicate that he could go down before bowing and leaving.

Mitchell watched the seraphim leave and looked at the angel army around him, hesitating for a moment or asking in a low voice: "Your angels... are all male? Or are all the female angels staying in the heaven?"

Metatron and Adam looked over in surprise, and Mitchell smiled awkwardly: "Did I say something wrong? I have seen records of female angels in the records of the Holy See."

Adam raised his forehead: "You should burn those damn documents later."

Metatron gave Mitchell a sympathetic look, and then suddenly laughed viciously. He waved to the most beautiful seraph not far away, and called, "Alvin, come here!"

A seraph named Alvin walked over quietly. His appearance was so magnificent that he even approached the archangels. The originally spotless white robe on his body was stained with red and black blood, but it did not damage the holy aura of his body. On the contrary, it adds a different kind of beauty than usual.

He saluted Metatron: "His Royal Highness Metatron."

Metatron put his shoulders on his shoulders, and said with a smile: "This time you come to the mortal world with a male posture, and the creatures in the mortal world think that we angels only have a male posture. Why don't you change it and let the creatures in the mortal world think that we are angels? Let’s get to know us better.”

Alvin was a little confused when he heard the request, but he still nodded obediently, regardless of whether he was male or female, they angels didn't care about this at all.

Then Mitchell stared blankly at the angel, which was originally obviously male, and then slowly changed into a softer female face and... a curvy body after glowing slightly in front of him.

The mortal creatures, who had been aiming at the angels intentionally or unintentionally, all froze in place after noticing the changes here, their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and the audience was silent.

Metatron nodded in satisfaction and let Alvin go back. Alvin, who had turned from a handsome young man into a beautiful woman, nodded, and returned to the angels after saluting, continuing to clean up the battlefield.

Adam touched Mitchell's head, and said kindly: "Silly boy, angels are born from the light. They are spirit creatures. They have no sex and no gender. They can be male or female if they want, it's all up to the angels." Do you understand your preference?"

Mitchell nodded in a trance.

On another battlefield, Alves and Angus brought their armies together again.

The Elf King and the Dragon King sat facing each other, and there were letters from the heavens on the table.

Alves said with emotion: "I didn't expect that we could hold the creation ceremony by ourselves this time. I was actually very envious every time I went to participate in the creation ceremony in the heavens."

"Isn't this better?" Angus lowered his eyes halfway, staring at the letter from the heavens, "This is only the first session, and from this session onwards, the mortal world will have its own creation celebration. "

Alves raised his eyebrows and looked over, Angus also looked at him, his emerald green eyes radiated a faint light.

"I've really had enough of participating in the creation celebration of the heavens!"

And on a certain battlefield, Paladin Commander Claude and Archangel Gabriel stood in front of a dark army of demons, behind them were armies of all races from the mortal world and the army of angels.

The soft and beautiful archangel drew out the long sword around his waist, and he said to Claude: "After this game, let's prepare for the creation celebration here."

Claude was a little surprised, "Here? This is a battlefield. Although we will definitely win, but... a place where so many demons and creatures died, wouldn't it be - not suitable?"

In his view, the creation celebration should be grand, peaceful, full of laughter, and sacred.

"It's very suitable." Gabriel held a long sword, and his eyes, which were always gentle as water, only had a sharp fighting intent. "Only the place where the demons died is the most suitable place to hold the creation celebration!"

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