Most demons are still confused after the change.
Black rain poured down.
Gabriel and Beelzebub secretly wrestled and gradually extended their energy fields outward. Bounded by an extremely high and extremely wide slope, the space slowly becomes black and white.
Where the black air and white light meet, they do not merge with each other, like the stitches on the face of a poor-quality rag doll bursting out from the cotton lining. A large ball of boiling smoke squeaks out along the gap, twisting and turning, making it impossible to tell who is who. Who is higher and who is lower.
This created a weird pause in the middle.
High in the sky, the wise angel Ubo, as the temporary arbitrator, is recovering the arbitration aura.
The golden squares roll back inwards.
At the feet of the temporarily selected defense team, the edges of the light steps for their positions gradually softened and slowly kneaded together.
"Please wait! Before the timeout! I have my words!"
Cupid suddenly swung upwards, pulling out a white shadow with rounded lines, and stretched it to a very far distance in an instant.
He stopped outside the pure black energy of chaos, where the demons' claws that had just become sharp and hard could not yet reach.
"I have finished my explanation! I have the right to demand a final vote on my statement, combined with the situation on the scene!" Cupid shouted downwards.
Ubo looked at Fagor.
Fagel's explanation just now received a high vote of ten in favor, and he was almost certain to win - one of the twelve angels' defense team was a member of the Extreme Attitude Measurement Department, and he had stated in advance that he would not give any evidence to any party. vote. The maximum is only eleven votes.
Even so, Angel Fagel did not show any nostalgia for the easy victory.
"The 'debate' is over. Incomparably sacred Cupid, we have left the arbitration field and will go to a new location under the leadership of Chief Gabriel..." He explained to Cupid sheepishly.
"Not yet! I still have the right to apply for the final vote!" Cupid shouted, waving his short bow, "I have not left my position. You have not left your position! The "debate" is still valid at this moment, Take a good look!"
All nearby creatures with eyes couldn't help but look at their feet.
Fagel also lowered his head, and was shocked to find that although he had leaned a little closer to Gabriel, due to the inward binding of the arbitration aura, his body was still on the "debating table" framed by the judgment aura.
And Cupid——
A gray arrow condensed in his palm and shot vertically downward.
call out.
It actually hit the center of the grid opposite Fagel.
Although he has risen to a level far higher than that of the angels, he is still within the scope of the debate seat arranged for him by the Arbitration Spirit.
Cherubù Upo showed no expression and quickly glanced under them.
Found that to be the case.
"The current 'debate' is good debate. Cupid's application is good application."
He raised his hand and pointed with four fingers at the twelve angel defense team who were about to leave. "Then, please vote quickly."
The member of the Extreme Attitude Measurement Department put his hand on his heart—meaning to abstain from voting—and flew away from the defense table indifferently.
The remaining eleven angels hesitated for a moment.
"What are they arguing about?" Nesei asked cautiously - his body was also in a demonic state at the moment, and was also upgraded by the power brought by the final chaos to all demons - but after these few days of special training in hell, he has He quickly accepted this, and even felt that after this short moment, he could already start to mobilize energy.
"Debating whether to attack us directly," Yicha replied. "After the final awakening of Chaos, this is no longer a problem that needs to be discussed."
"If the question itself has lost its meaning..." Nesse nodded naturally, "The only thing left in their argument is the form itself..."
to check him out. He agrees.
Humans seem to have a better understanding of form than demons do. After all, they are a race that does not have a natural energy field, but can create its own set of techniques and rules through its understanding of "rules", and practice various spells acquiredly.
The black energy is like a lot of unhappiness, coming in waves.
Many demons have adapted to the new energy. One of the two heads of Asmodeus has a gloomy face, and the other has an ecstatic face, both looking a little eager to try.
There were bursts of low noises and shouts of killing from a distant place, and a small friction seemed to have broken out between the two sides - it should be the teams of the Demon Grand Duke Lelagin and the Moon Angel Sariel.
Neither Gabriel nor Beelzebub turned their heads that way.
Black gas and white light met above the remains of the fire.
Zhi!
The situation is tense.
For a moment, everyone thought that Gabriel would stop this outdated argument that had lost all meaning and send all the angels into battle immediately.
But the archangel flapped his wings and said, "Go on."
Some of the eleven defense angels bowed their heads, while others blinked.
Then slowly some angels began to raise their hands.
"They will all raise their hands, right?"
For some reason, Nese felt that although the content of this debate was outdated, who won and who lost, and the form of victory seemed to be very important.
Isaac nodded. "Um."
He waved a hand in front of Diavolo and then pointed at Cupid. "Get ready to hit him."
"Hit him?" Diavolo frowned. "Can I do this?"
"Do you think he deserves a beating?"
Diablo looked at Cupid's tall, weird face with a twisted smile - he was obviously chubby, chubby, and had big eyes, but he was so old-fashioned. Treacherous, cunning!
Especially... She gradually realized a terrifying fact. That inexplicable "Holy Child" with his strange words might be the only existence equal to her.
He is so annoying!
"Yeah!" Diavolo nodded, his expression becoming firm.
"That will do."
Then, Yi Cha grabbed the two crimson eyes that had been following him from behind and raised them in front of him. "Bezliya."
Beelzebub, who was confronting Gabriel, did not move, but his two crimson eyes buzzed, "What do you have to say? It better be what I want to hear."
"No." Yicha replied. "I want six months."
"what?"
"Within six months. Suspend plans to attack other planes. Our enemy is not them."
"Whoever I say is buzzing!" Beelzebub's spokesperson's eyes jumped.
The eyes paused. "However, you were right just once. You gave me your power, and now they can only wait for disaster to happen!" The Eyes laughed twice, "This shows your loyalty!"
"Hmm. That means I might be right again."
Yicha did not intend to tell Beelzebub about the black shadow anymore, which was not a reason at all for the King of Demons. He wants to change his words
"In six months, I want to figure out some things about other planes, so don't attack them. After that, you can do whatever you want."
"after?"
"I made a mistake." Yi Cha sighed, realizing that his summary was wrong. "You have always done whatever you want, Beziriya. I just hope that you will give six months to other planes at my request."
