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Above the clouds, it is like sitting in the high heaven of the ninth heaven. There are two rows of snow-white and holy bell towers. The loud and holy bells ring automatically. The solemn bells spread throughout the upper and lower heavens. All the angels seem to be cast. Just like a body-fixing technique, he maintained his posture of looking up at the sky, motionless.
The broad avenue guarded by the bell tower leads directly to the majestic, magnificent and angelic-style buildings, bathed in the center of the holy light. The holy light is so rich that it forms a substance, forming feathers of light that fall like snowflakes, covering this place. , the magnificent poetry that continues all year round, seems to come from the mouths of hundreds of millions of devout and pure saints, weaving it into a sacred and great epic, setting it into the purest, most unsullied, and most holy paradise.
Deep in this paradise, two angels with three pairs of white wings shining behind them quietly stared at a mural in front of them.
"Gabriel, are we... too arrogant?" The beautiful angel, who was like a perfect sculpture, flapped her wings gently behind her, spreading the light of countless stars. Then, she spoke to the angel next to her in a slightly confused voice. asked.
"Lord Michael, there is no need to worry about it." The angel behind him lowered his head slightly.
"Perhaps the chess player is just a bigger chess piece to the great being behind him. Hasn't he already had this realization?"
"Yes, I have had the consciousness of being a chess piece for a long time, but..." Michael closed his eyes gently and folded the three pairs of wings behind him.
"It's just that I didn't expect that the chess pieces in our hands could actually lift the boulder that was pressing on us. This makes me a little suspicious. Have we really... been playing chess all this time? Maybe we are playing with fire** maybe."
"..." Gabriel behind him did not respond. Having been a partner for many years, he knew that what the other party needed at this time was not his answer.
"It doesn't matter, it's only now that we are confused and suspicious of the previous plan, but we are going to be laughed at by a guy with a bad personality. Now that the matter has come to this, we can only move forward bravely."
As the words fell, and as the ruler of heaven made up his mind, the melodious and holy bells became louder and more majestic, like a grand sacred hymn. Countless angels bathed in the sound that seemed to be transformed into a saint. Amidst the light-like bells, people began to pray, began to praise, and worshiped in one direction.
Then, the female angel standing in front of the mural, the three pairs of white holy angel wings gathered together, stretched out again like a dream. However, in the dreamy fanning, the fourth pair of angel wings quietly Birth.
"This is really...a promotion that makes people not happy at all..." The long whispers, with a faint sigh, quietly echoed in this sacred paradise.
In the depths of hell, there is also a paradise full of vitality and sacredness, but the magnificent scenery is vaguely visible, but now collapsed buildings, broken pillars can be seen everywhere, and the dim light falling from the sky, like the setting sun, is there. There is an aura of desolation in the holiness.
It seems to be telling the beings here that the sacred has ended and the paradise has fallen.
In this declining scenery, there is a small white foreign table, placed leisurely in the dilapidated building. The woman dressed in black looks like a normal noble lady enjoying afternoon tea. She sat like a woman on the only chair next to the table. Her pair of beautiful long legs in a black pleated skirt overlapped each other in an imaginative way. The red teacup elegantly raised in her hand was on her lips. Garnish lightly.
If there was anything else that was inconsistent, it was that the table in front of her was filled with a large number of snacks that could hold a tea party for dozens of people.
Oh, maybe there is also the four pairs of jet black wings stretched out from the back of that elegant, gorgeous, mature and sexy black dress.
"I really want to see that guy Michael's face." While eating snacks at an astonishing speed, a woman in a long black dress and black wings let out a wicked laugh.
Behind her, a waiter also dressed in black was silent.
"Is this the so-called [Child of Destiny]? He can actually manipulate the laws close to the source. Tell me, do we seem to be playing with fire now?"
"Lord Michael, you may be thinking the same thing." The unsmiling waiter answered the question in a way that made the mature and beautiful woman in black who was eating snacks move slightly.
"Tsk, the thought of being together with that guy makes me uncomfortable."
"|By the way, Lord Lucifer, your expression just now, I don't think it's any better than Lord Michael to take it."
"Oh? Satan, I understand. You must be eager to experience for yourself how powerful an eight-winged punch is, right?"
"Such an invincible power, even if you don't experience it personally, you can still feel its greatness."
"Yeah?"
Gently putting down the delicate snack in her hand, the elegant and mysterious woman in black didn't show the slightest happiness at the other party's little flattery.
"This... promotion is like a charity, and it is triggered by the chess piece we always thought we had control over. Can we really be happy?"
The waiter behind him continued to remain silent, maybe he didn't know how to answer this question.
"More importantly, what is the profound meaning behind this?"
"At the beginning of the founding, the angel dragon was born, creating the most glorious golden age. Then after the doomsday war, God was sad and angry, and countless strong men fell. The most powerful ones, with only eight wings left, came to the Silver Age, and then experienced the original sin. War, the Three Realms could not bear the chaos of war, and the strong men fell again, leaving only six wings, reduced to the Bronze Age. Now, the war of hell has been started by the hands of two adults."
The taciturn waiter told that heroic history in a low voice. In just a few words, he told all the vicissitudes of life. Those who heard it were moved and their breasts were wet with tears.
However, the woman dressed in black was unmoved. She continued to eat snacks and retorted loudly: "We can't take the blame for this. We can only blame the mastermind behind the scenes and human beings' own greed."
"But no matter what, we are all direct participants, aren't we?"
"Is there anything wrong?"
"It would be easier if the problem was just to figure out who was right and who was wrong."
"The key is the consequences. Are you worried that the Three Realms will continue to decline?"
"Is it possible that Lord Lucifer is not worried?"
"It turns out there's no need to worry anymore."
“Returning from the Bronze Age to the Silver Age, is it God’s forgiveness or the end of the world?”
"You're always worried about this and that. If you think too much, your brain will be damaged sooner or later." The woman dressed in black, who had already wiped out a whole table of snacks, stood up licking her fingertips, her eyes firm.
"At times like this, all that's left is to move forward bravely. The original plan remains unchanged, so let me see how this game of chess can turn out."
"As expected of Lord Lucifer." The unsmiling waiter finally showed a faint smile.
"I think Lord Michael would also say this."
Then, it took an Eight-Wing Fist and became the first being to taste the power of Eight-Wings in a hundred thousand years.
In Dragon Paradise, the golden dragon and the white dragon are staring... big eyes.
"Fix, what do you think we should do?"
"Ask the Supreme Dragon King!"
"You are the great elder of the dragon clan and everyone's think tank. You must tell me something about the person in charge."
"What can I do if something like this happens? What can I do? How about we use the optimistic spirit of Leona's pregnancy?"
"makes sense."
"Hey, Hardy, don't tell me that you really didn't understand that I was joking. Go and ask the Supreme Dragon King for advice!"
"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have told you about the Supreme Dragon King. Look at you, you have become so indifferent that you have no intention of using your brain. You always ask me to find that gentleman. What use do I need from you, the Great Elder of the White Dragon? ?”
"Ahem." Old Fix blushed.
"In short... in short, it is a good thing to be promoted to the Eight Wings realm, although it is a bit inexplicable."
"Those two guys must have been promoted."
"Yeah, it would be nice if you were the only one promoted. Just banish the guy who always causes trouble."
"It's absolutely true, but it's a pity that God didn't give us this opportunity."
"Now that it's happened, I'm getting more and more worried."
"worry about what?"
"Of course it's the human boy."
"I get angry when I mention it. I thought that I couldn't let any more angels and demons torment me anymore, so I planned to intervene, but I didn't expect to lose Leona. Now it seems, Fix, do you think we are being suppressed? Did you find a treasure, or did you touch a hot potato?"
"It's okay to have a hot potato, but I'm afraid it could be the fuse of a disaster like the Doomsday War."
"What's coming will always come. Even if we didn't intervene at that time and chose to protect ourselves wisely, if it really is such a huge disaster as you said, the fire will still burn to our dragon clan in the end."
"That being said, at least Leona doesn't have to be compensated. It's really your fault Hardy for thinking this way."
"Punch me with eight wings of mysteries!"
In the hell world, in a castle built of bones, on a throne of bones decorated with the wails of resentful spirits, the tall and ugly flame-haired demon king has an expressionless face, no joy or anger, and an increasingly powerful aura exuding from his body. , making all the hell monsters within a hundred miles tremble.
Suddenly, the space in front of it rippled with water-like ripples. Then, a cute lolita with colorful butterfly wings shuttled through the ripples. She immediately flapped her butterfly wings and flew up, sitting on the shoulders of the Flame-haired Demon King. on the other side, seemingly unaware of the murderous aura emanating from the other party.
"Little An'er, little An'er, what do you think? You must have been frightened out of your wits, knowing that we have been fighting against such a terrifying child of destiny."
"Are you scared?" The Flame-haired Demon King finally reacted. His flaming hair burned blazingly, and he laughed contemptuously and wildly.
"Are you kidding? It's better to say the other way around. Sister Beryl, don't you think this is wonderful? I have the opportunity to kill the damn fate with my own hands. I am so happy and excited!"
"As expected of you, little An'er. Your fighting spirit has become high. I'm optimistic about you." Belial also put his hands on his hips and laughed along with Andalil. He looked so cute.
"However, although it is a good thing to have high fighting spirit, it seems that our strategy needs to be adjusted."
"You're right, there should be changes." Andariel calmed down and sat down on his skeleton throne again. His index finger tapped the skull on the armrest with a pair of eye holes leaking blood and tears.
Although her character is cruel, tyrannical, and crazy, this does not mean that Andariel is a foolhardy person. On the contrary, her commanding experience is probably the most abundant among the Seven Giants.
"Although the so-called Son of Destiny has moved an unimaginable giant, even I will inevitably have a moment of fear and doubt, but if I think about it carefully, fate does not mean to favor him alone, right?"
Saying this, Andariel raised his head again and again. The poisonous aura continued to condense in his palm, and then condensed again. The power of the Ten Sins and the power of heaven and earth gradually began to merge.
"The situation is still under our control and is still beneficial to us."
"You're absolutely right." Beryl smiled sweetly. Under the butterfly wings behind her, there was a pair of gorgeous, ribbon-like butterfly tails appearing at some point.
"And the longer it goes on, the better it will be for us."
"The ones who are anxious should be those ants."
"Xiao An'er, guess how they will react?"
"It's really exciting, sweet pain and despair, I hope I can taste it soon..."
"But our previous layout..."
"It doesn't matter. It won't be a pity to throw away the chess pieces that you can't fully control. Let those little bugs be proud for a while and think that the situation has stabilized again. Without the embellishment of hope, despair will become boring."
"Xiao An'er, you are getting worse and worse."
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