Compared with the previous three-color fire pillar, the scale is still a little worse.
She created another flame.
It seems to be getting a little brighter.
The buzzing became quieter. She saw several black dots dangling from her side. A stone thudded to the ground.
"What happened to you?"
She casually asked one of the eyes next to her - those dark red eyes also looked a little sluggish.
"Kishino was also raided. My strength is weakening," Beelzebub buzzed.
"So you know. It's all a mess. It's everywhere."
Diavolo originally wanted to take a detailed inventory of what was everywhere, but there were too many messy things in Yanya's field of vision, so she gave up. "Don't you mind it? I heard from the boss that you are the devil of hell."
"I'll let Lelagin act on my behalf." Beelzebub sounded very calm and not panicked at all. "It's more important here. Light the pillar of fire quickly. The sooner the better. Burn it like it was before. Then you can sacrifice it."
"Sacrifice? What does that mean?" Icha had never been taught this word.
“Do whatever you can to a great cause.”
"A great cause?"
"My career."
"Aha? What career?"
"As long as I think about anyone in the world who doesn't listen to me, I feel uncomfortable all over. Eliminating this discomfort is my career." Beelzebub replied. "I'm very uncomfortable right now. Because of your identity, I have to answer your questions and I can't make you unhappy. Please hurry up."
She has a career. She didn't want me to be upset. She also asked me for help.
Diavolo suddenly felt that the matter was of great importance and stirred up flames.
…
The Pillar of Purgatory Fire has almost returned to its original appearance. Three colors of fire light flowed.
The upper bodies of all the surrounding demons were reflected brightly.
"It's so warm. It's so bright." Diavolo admired. She wanted to touch the pillar of fire again.
"It's not buzz." Beelzebub's hand grabbed her, it was heavy and stiff.
One crimson eye fell to the ground.
Diavolo raised his head in that direction.
It lights up from above.
Light.
white light.
Dozens of purple plane cracks opened out of thin air. White light leaked from the cracks.
She had been too focused just now, and now she suddenly saw those terrible purple wounds in the sky in countless pictures, with each wound poking out a white cone of light.
In each cone of light a snow-white angel descends—the nasty kind.
"Beelzebub."
A sacred voice suddenly echoed in the sky, making Diavolo feel sick.
It comes from the largest and closest light cone.
As the words rang out, a bright angel descended from inside that could not be looked directly at.
Diavolo could only glance at him quickly with his peripheral vision.
He has six wings.
The surrounding demons were making loud noises, preparing to charge forward, and some were preparing to flee directly.
Beelzebub whispered, "Order to stop."
They all stopped.
The angel who couldn't look directly emitted a spiritual light that enveloped the Demon King's body.
The darkness was instantly driven away. The flies were shot down by the light and fell to the ground like raindrops.
Diavolo threw a weight on his shoulders, and Beelzebub fell on her, holding her tightly with six hands, casting a small shadow in the bare white light around her.
"you're uncomfortable?"
"Hurry up," Beelzebub whispered. "Let it ignite completely. Bring us the ultimate power."
"The flames have been put in," Diavolo said. "It's going to take a while to burn itself out."
"It's buzzing like this."
The Demon King paused for a moment and turned his head, "Gabriel! If you have any nonsense, let it go now!"
Bursts of buzzing demonic sounds set off a wave of sound, but it didn't seem to have a particularly big impact on the angel who couldn't look directly.
The Demon King is indeed very weak. Diavolo thought.
"You abominable demon. The lord of evil. The representative of Chaos that should not exist."
The angel who couldn't look directly fell behind them, folded his six wings, and began to speak without emotion.
"In that case. We regret to inform you that you have no chance of resistance.
According to the news from Cyril, the outpost we sent. You are unwilling to give up your autonomy in Hell. You refuse to accept the rule of order. According to Article 1376 of our "Manual on Handling the Enemy", you will be deemed to have given up the peace talks. us……"
He paused and tilted his head slightly, as if listening to another angel's opinion. "What's going on?"
A childish voice sounded, quickly responding to his question.
"Let's stop talking nonsense. This moment will bring a new beginning to this abominable place."
The speaking angel emerged from a small cone of light and hung beside Gabriel. He was short and round, holding a bow that matched his stature.
Diavolo was surprised to find that he was about the same age as himself.
really weird. But this guy talks like a vicious old man.
And he has a masterful sense of purpose. This is completely different from her.
Vicious old man...
She gave the little brat a hard look. There was no light in his eyes.
"Holy Cupid, I don't think this is in line with the rules."
Another lanky angel appeared and landed on Gabriel's left side.
He held a golden quill in one hand and a glowing tablet in the other. "And according to the Thirty-Five Thousand Unholy Words, we should not call any of Seraph's language 'nonsense.'"
"Sir Gabriel."
He turned and bowed his head to the angel who could not look directly.
"Under the guidance of the noble Holy Child of Order, today we have carried out too many activities that violate the rules and our habits. This exceeds the daily maximum limit stipulated in the "Holy Emergency Response Regulations". According to the process, we need to carry out A collective reflection.”
Gabriel nodded. "The reminder is correct."
"Reflection? Now?" The little angel with a bow, known as the "Holy Child Cupid", was anxious, "'The Opener' Gabriel. Angel Fagel. Have you forgotten the prophecy? The prophecy of the Dawn War is This is the most important order to follow.
He had a dark expression that didn't suit his face.
"With my assistance and my power, you can force the hell demons into such a situation. Now Sariel has destroyed the heart of hell under my command. The demon king Beelzebub can only be at our disposal now!" You actually want to reflect at this moment? I expressly prohibit such behavior!"
"It can indeed be banned," Gabriel said.
Diavolo felt that he was right. The little kid absolutely sneered.
He commands these angels? He is the most annoying...
She suddenly understood what was going on.
There is more than one dark shadow. He was tainted by another dark shadow. Just like her.
She looked into his eyes again. His eyes were dark. He was completely controlled.
"That child." Diavolo quickly turned his head and whispered to Beelzebub - what she actually wanted to tell was Izhaint, but the Demon King was beside her, "He has a problem."
"The Holy Child has made his sacrifice. He has strengthened them."
Beelzebub seemed not to have heard, muttering to himself in a low voice.
"These lowly people wasted such a good opportunity. I understand. Putting out the Three Fires of Purgatory and raiding Kishino was just to tie you and me here at the same time..."
"And they actually said those nonsense at such a critical moment..." The Demon King started laughing. "Sure enough, only I am worthy of destroying this universe... Hell will surely rule..."
"What!" Diavolo was dumbfounded. "I said……"
"I said you should make due sacrifices." Beelzebub's voice suddenly turned cold. "This is what you were born for. For me and the cause of Hell."
Diavolo was stunned for a moment, and then felt his back being pushed hard by six arms at the same time.
She fell toward the pillar of fire.
The Three Fires of Purgatory.
Red, green, white pillars of fire.
When did the burning begin? The flames shot up to the sky.
For a brief moment, she could move out of the way. But the feeling of the pillar of fire was so warm to her. She didn't know why, but she felt that she was really responsible for these things.
Should I be melted in flames and given to the demons of hell with the power to compete with those angels?
I was born for this...for sacrifice. For a great cause. The Demon King said so.
So that’s what sacrifice means.
Diablo felt vaguely that something was wrong. But it was too late.
The flame's tongue stretched out, ready to lick her hair.
call out!
Someone passed her quickly.
She was pulled into an embrace glowing with white light.
"Beziriya. Beziriya who doesn't listen to anyone." A familiar voice sounded, sighing.
Diablo looked up and saw his face.
Then she hugged his neck tightly and shouted, "Boss."
