The wind and thunder rolled.
"I already know your wish. Single Karabi." A hand stretched out from the energy vortex - a sacred and powerful hand belonging to the original fallen angel.
Rabbi Shan Kara stepped forward and gently held the perfect creation with his thin and ugly claws.
"I teach you all known laws. Regardless of alignment."
A turbulent, smooth and hard force burst out from Yi Cha's hand, like a steel needle piercing the dean's withered palm.
"You will retain your choice. The road will grow before you, and may you discover your own laws and direction along the way."
Boom, boom, boom.
The harsh sound of metal hitting metal.
Everything was misaligned and falling apart in front of Rabbi Shan Karabi's eyes. In the eyes of the dean, countless geometric figures of colors, nested together, spinning and shaking wildly appeared.
Triangles, concentric circles, stacked squares, spirals connected head to tail, and six hexagrams buckled together, each sixty-six to form a flawless three-dimensional shape.
A cold, hard dull pain rose rapidly from the heart of the claw, as if steel nails were driven into the blood vessels in an instant. The murmurs of demonic language rushed into his mind, they muttered laws.
Laws pour in.
The leader of the Order of the Fallen Angels, who had never conducted any spell training, felt great fear in his heart.
"Relax," Icha said.
Karabi Shan's lips trembled as he repeatedly recited the prayers he knew by heart. The members of the cult didn't know anything about it, so they followed his example and started praying loudly beside him.
"Great Holy Spirit, you have opened my heart..."
"Give me the knowledge you have. Open my ears so that I can hear your teachings."
“Confirm your word to your servant.”
“Don’t abandon me in my time of trial.”
"So that we can bear witness to your grace and kindness forever and ever..."
again and again.
The trust in the original fallen angel, which was deeper than the abyss of resentful insects, finally rose like the red sun, dispelling all shadows.
"Go. Protect your compatriots. Help yourself." Icha gently pulled back his arm.
An electric tremor.
The majestic landscape of the Catastrophic Stone Floating Island and the distorted sky of hell returned to Shan Karabi's sight.
The contents of the crystal bottle in his hand attracted him strongly. He lowered his head and stared blankly at the delicate runes - the symbols on them were no longer obscure.
The leader of the Order of Fallen Angels looked around.
All the symbols of law reveal their essence in his eyes.
Above his head, the mana dome, which was more crystal clear than a dream, was composed of a dense grid, with small geometric shapes surging out of it, gradually completing its outline and slowly thickening.
His eyes fell on the first fallen angel.
Yicha was already outside the dome, flying further away.
"Stay here. Don't leave."
A shiny golden object fell from the sky. Shan Lakabi caught it.
It's a gold horn chain.
"Bring it to my hellhound..." the voice drifted away.
Shan Lakabi turned around.
Ifomie was perched high on the highest point of the Stone Tower of Disaster, maintaining the indifferent attitude of a guard. The low-level demons under him have been evacuated, leaving only one leader controlling the other direction.
Neese's forehead was covered with sweat due to over-casting spells. Hearing Yicha's words, he didn't stop for a moment and began to look for a suitable position, preparing to arrange the magic circle and continue to reinforce it.
A blue-purple figure flashed past the dean, half harpy, half devil. She wanted to keep up with the last fallen angel who flew away alone to challenge.
boom.
She seemed to be caught by invisible hands and fell to the ground.
"Hikiss. Don't ask me to order you around."
Ifomie was still sitting at the highest point of the tower without moving. But judging from the direction of the Happy Saint's resentful eyes, it was obvious that he had stopped her action.
"Hello……"
"The King of Demons is coming. Do you want to die?"
"What the King of Demons...I am not one of you, groveling..." The Happy Saint sat on the ground in a very inelegant posture and mocked.
Rabbi Shan Kara did not hear what Ifomed said. He found the Hell Hound between a broken statue and hurriedly walked around.
"Puppy." He picked up the gold chain and shook it.
He called out "Goodbye", took the owner's horn chain in his mouth, swallowed it into his stomach, then turned around and jumped into a turquoise pool.
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…
…
The sky suddenly darkened, and the hanging sulfur river turned into a dim color like ashes in Yi Cha's eyes.
Countless black spots converged on him from all directions in an irregular trajectory.
The sound of ten million sesame-sized wings vibrating began to surround him.
"Command. Buzz."
Yi Cha heard the familiar voice, and he resisted the scratching that began to rise in his heart, trying not to look back.
He hasn't flown very far yet. The Disaster Stone Floating Island is not far behind. Although he himself was already immune to Beelzebub's personal suppression, other demons were not.
Even if Ifo is destroyed, he may not be able to withstand these - it is almost not impossible, but definitely not possible.
The defenses on the floating island should be sufficient.
Rewoven, thickened mana dome. There is also the deterrence of the hand of destruction, Ifomed, and Shankarabi and Nese can defend themselves with magic spells. In the dome full of protective power, Xikis should also be able to protect herself.
Keqier is not here. The biggest variable should be gone. Bar.
As long as Beelzebub did not cross him and come in person, even if his courtyard was attacked by the other two grand dukes at the same time, it should be able to withstand it.
Yicha had already evacuated those low-level demon soldiers who might not be able to withstand the opponent's "orders" in advance to avoid causing chaos and making the situation more difficult.
It cannot be said to be foolproof, but under such a tight time, it is considered a complete enough plan.
Now all he needs to do is stop Beelzebub.
He'd better stop it.
…
"Order order order. Buzz."
Three incomplete, undirected, whispered commands. Like three little paws scratching an itch. Without personal blessing, Icha could endure.
He continued to fly forward silently.
"Hey~buzz~" said a voice like the friction of silk.
It sounded like ten million voices, all talking at the same time.
It suddenly became dark.
Icha stopped, hanging in the air.
The airtight black dots surrounded him in the blink of an eye, sucking out all the light in this large area.
Demons can see in the dark.
But Cha's vision was completely dark.
Quietly, a pair of arms gently hugged his legs, waist, and shoulders at the same time.
Furry, with pads and two-segmented arms with four-toed slender claws at the tips.
"Dear King of Demons. After the order, you must add what you want the other party to do. I think you asked me three thousand years ago."
Yi Cha said without emotion, and at the same time, the light of order from the original fallen angel emitted from his fingers.
He raised his hand like lightning and made a quick stroke from top to bottom. Three pairs of arms holding the right side of his body were cut off by their roots and fell downwards.
The guy holding him lost his balance, and the three arms on the left were sticky and rubbed against his body from top to bottom. He pushed them away hard.
"I don't care. My dear. I'll just give you the order. My dear, you won't listen to me. Buzz."
Those ten million voices sounded from behind again.
Three new pairs of arms wrapped around him from behind.
Beelzebub.
He grabbed her arm harshly.
Beelzebub, who could not even shine the divine light of the first fallen angel.
After research, Icha believes that equating all demons with evil is a prejudice that ignores the facts.
But this guy is absolutely pure evil, pure chaos.
That's right.
