Six months. The estimation of time has nothing to do with the certainty of checking.
Not too sure. The clues and clues are very vague.
The estimate mainly comes from understanding Beelzebub's temper. Six months was about the maximum concession she could make.
"Okay buzz. For the sake of your loyalty and great achievements this time." Sure enough, the crimson eyes started laughing. "We'll see you at the celebration banquet. Let's get to know each other well."
Yi Cha was silent for a moment and changed the topic. "Kick him good," he said, referring to Gabriel. "Beat him until he can no longer continue the War of the Dawn."
He opened his eyes.
"You finally said something I wanted to hear!" A small but arrogant laugh, "Just wait, I'll see you later."
They wandered back to Beelzebub.
"By the way. My name is Izaint Sinkardstu. You may have forgotten. But we have known each other since we were children."
He looked up.
Vision through the endless black rain.
The eleventh angel defending the case was raising his hand. This is the eleventh vote.
Fagel remained silent, while Cupid was proudly waving his short bow, waiting for the final judgment.
The winner of the "debate" can gain legitimacy. In this argument, it is the justification of the attack. For creatures of order, legitimacy can provide an unparalleled bonus to the power of action.
Icha knew that this was why Cupid insisted on formal victory.
The situation is so critical now, so Cupid naturally wins.
"I declare..." Interim Arbitrator Wisdom Angel Ubo was ready to engrave the result in words.
"superior."
Icha pointed to Diavolo.
The red shadow disappeared from his side strangely, incomprehensibly fast.
The next moment, a small fist with splashes of black liquid hit Cupid's round chin hard.
The balance is broken.
Chaos. The wise angel Wubo was on guard, and the golden judgment field disappeared.
"Turn on!" the archangel said. The King of Demons showed no sign of weakness, darkness surged up, and responded with countless demonic sounds from countless directions.
Different deafening sounds erupted from the two sides, one piercing the brain, the other scratching the bones and marrow. Beelzebub and Gabriel immediately reacted to the collapse of the balance.
boiling.
The pure black energy and white divine light struck directly at the opponent. Red shadows and gray lines flashed at the highest point in the sky. Cupid had already received dozens of punches and was frantically trying to distance himself. Diablo was howling and barking, chasing him non-stop.
The stone pillar above his head was struck in half, and the upper half collapsed. All kinds of energy took shape and flew around. Yi Cha's mental strength has not yet recovered, and he has been saving it just for this moment. He turned on a thin layer of the most basic angel's aura, and half of the stone pillar collided with various energy waves, and collapsed outwards.
"teacher……"
"let's go."
There was no time to explain, so Yi Cha led them to run as fast as possible and jumped onto the broken ship that was obviously missing some parts.
"What's wrong?"
Naruf was sitting on the bow of the boat, happily smoking a bottle of precious Flame Dragon ashes, and jumped up when he saw the situation. "The excitement has just begun! Although the children are playing house. At that time we..."
"Fire Cliff. Kishino. Center of Hell. Can it still be opened?" Yicha interrupted.
Before he finished speaking, Karabi Shan had already followed the instructions and cast spells on the suffocating night composed of daily necessities - levitation spell, acceleration spell, armor strengthening spell, geometric law symbols and green star dots, all of which were like bandages, covering the entire ship.
"Okay. Hi! Let's go." Naruf was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and quickly knocked the ashes from his cigarette. The next second, she appeared beautifully behind the rudder made of a crucible.
"What are you smoking?" Icha asked suspiciously.
"Good fellow! They are our ashes!"
"What?"
With that said, the suffocating night set sail and screamed.
They passed through black rain, white light and shadow, space distorted by energy, heavy hammers and spike-like sounds of gods and demons, and rushed towards the Yanya Cliff.
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An angel fell straight down like a shot dove and was swallowed up by the black waves in mid-air.
Looking down at the ground.
Devil's magma-like orange-red blood flows freely.
Not many complete corpses appeared, and most of them were corroded and reduced to ashes, or were directly turned into powder by the divine light.
They pressed the dividing line between black and white and left the center of the battlefield.
The demon legions gathered and stationed near the Cup of Darkness, and angels often descended here.
The further outward you go, the more deserted it becomes.
The black rain is gradually weakening. The sound of fighting became distant and gradually became quiet in my ears.
Yicha had recovered his spiritual light and was leaning on the starboard side to rest, looking out carelessly.
Nese didn't know when he would appear next to him.
"Aren't you going to interfere in this war? Or help to kill the enemy?" The warlock seemed to be unable to hold back his doubts and muttered, "I mean angels! They must be your enemies! Because you are..."
"Are you talking about the idea of interfering with all living things in the two planes?"
Yi Cha turned around and saw his expression and blinked. "I see. You've fallen into the sentimentality of the human heart again."
"That's how people are."·
Hikisi squatted on a desolate wooden barrel, heard the conversation, and shrugged disdainfully. Ifomie also snorted coldly.
"Draw a lucky devil to answer this question!" Yicha grinned.
Regardless of his body, he was in a really good mood, which could be said to be the best in a long time. He also fought for six months for those interesting civilizations, knowledge, and wisdom crystallizations in the universe. He wants to preserve them and allow them to continue to grow, to reveal mysteries, to exhaust the truth.
There will always be a way, he must have a way, just like Beelzebub must be the sole overlord of the universe.
"Who will answer..."
He stretched out a finger and pointed back and forth between Naruf, Dankarabi, and Ifomit.
"I don't care at all." Ifomie came down from the observation tower and responded first without hesitation. I don't know whether he is referring to the problem itself, the current war, or both.
"I only act according to the will of the holy angels. And for the happiness of my order." Rabbi Shan Kara was pointed out and replied with a pious expression.
He accidentally glanced at Naruf with fluttering red hair behind the helm of the ship, and quickly looked away.
"What about you, buddy?" Icha greeted the captain.
"Is this young man new here?"
Naruf raised his fingers in a friendly manner, gesturing for Nesse to come over. "How old are you?"
The captain was shining brightly, and Karabi was watching closely from behind, so Nese had to keep a distance from her. "Nineteen. What about you?"
"Almost!" Naruf flipped his hair. "I mean my heart. Hi! Let old Naruf tell you now. In our time there were no fights! Not such fights anyway.
We were very different then and now, there was no such thing as fighting! Unless you just want to fight. There is a way to do that. We put these fight-loving guys together and give them a place to fight.
This is an amateur activity. Naruf occasionally went to kill. damn it. But in my opinion, these guys now have very little they can do.
How can this be considered a serious matter! Your current world is not right either. It was as if they had to fight. There's something wrong with this matter first. If you want me to do it, I have to figure out what's wrong first. Otherwise, is it in vain? of course. Old Naruf doesn't care about this. "
After he finished speaking, he laughed loudly, took a mouthful of ashes, and began to hum a tune. Other demons also let out low laughter with different emotions.
Nesai was stunned for a second, and then showed an expression of thinking hard.
It was obvious that the teachings of the three demons were of little help to him.
"Good answer. Let me answer it."
Yi Cha leaned against the edge of the boat, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder.
"I don't know what happened before or in the future. But the current situation is very simple.
Especially to demons, this kind of thing is like a celebration. Everyone eats and drinks at the celebration, and then either goes home and sleeps off, or goes to Comeniti to sleep off. That's it.
The War of Armageddon and the War of Dawn have ceased for the time being. I've already disrupted their long-distance travel plans, can I stop them from playing in the local park? "
Icha spread out a hand. "Although I don't like to play, I also have a kind heart." He paused and touched his chin, "Is this how 'kindness' is used in human language?"
"That's right." Hikisi on the side laughed simply.
The top of the cliff with blue flames appeared in the field of vision. The air smells different.
"Then, where is the angel? To be honest with you..." Nese mustered up her courage. "We generally think that angels are the good side... Is this kind of war also a celebration for angels?"
"No. No. As far as I know, for them, this is a 'mission' and a must. Have you ever been to school? This is similar to the final exam." Yi Cha smiled mysteriously, "Forget it. We don’t have a voice enough. Let’s find someone who really has a voice. Stop the boat!”
