As if you could know the other end of the world, Lucifer quietly raised his lips on the throne of the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.

Gentleness blurred the coldness in his eyes.

With a quiet smile, after he gave the gift, he seemed to have realized the joy of approaching Lucifer with the identity of "Messiah". His unfair feelings were received by the other party and he no longer refused.

With Lucifer's initial temptation, the light and darkness of the world can indeed be affected by war. Sometimes, weakening the opponent is only the lowest-level method. Only when you become truly strong and fearless can you have the qualification to compete with the enemy. Will, strength, faith, etc., and many factors have brought unimaginable improvements to the side of hell.

There are more and more creatures who believe in darkness. They no longer deliberately suppress them, but face the darkness in their hearts calmly.

If you want, go and get it.

If you desire, you will seize it.

Most of the so-called original sin is the product of distortion after the suppression of the mind. When a person can have everything and enjoy everything, who will still be jealous, greedy, greed, laziness, anger, and addiction to lust or desire?

Lucifer preached the ideas of human beings who came from later generations and were completely liberated from faith.

Freedom of the mind.

It is more important than anything and is irreplaceable.

The chaotic and disorderly darkness suddenly had its own order and the idea of ​​persevering itself, which was the true growth. The demons of hell have lived for many years, but many demons couldn't answer what they wanted to live. The lower the demons, the more they were. When they reached the level of a king-level demon, they realized themselves, firmed their will, and knew how to live was what they wanted.

But apart from that, they are very indifferent to the outside world, without any resonance or change. Hell is still the same for so many years, but in the final analysis, no one thinks that there is a need for change here.

The unchanging pattern did not change until the continuous influx of fallen angels.

They built a royal city, arranged giant magic circles on the ground, changed the dry and charred soil, planted special trees, flowers and plants, and even formulated the behavior rules for the ninth level of the abyss under constant controversy and discussion. For example, they must not fly or fight around the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, and they cannot trespass the territory of the Seven Deadly Sins and the King-level Demons.

The fallen angel asked the demons and they all to execute them together. When the king-level demon saw that, yes, his own interests were maintained. After a few years, the ninth level of betrayal of Hell was raised, and the demon finally discovered in confusion - why the surroundings changed a lot.

The broad vision narrowed little by little, and the prosperous royal city replaced a large area of ​​desolate land. The towering stone pillars formed seventy-two sensational demonic bondages, setting off the majestic Demon Palace in the center.

The fallen angels enter and exit the royal city and enter the upper level of the world, and no longer need to go through the passage controlled by other kingly demons. Satan set the teleportation array of the nine-level hell in the most lively area of ​​the royal city, and from then on, the fallen angels can enter and exit the hell themselves.

Another location of the teleportation array is the Dark Church in the mortal world.

Cross-border teleportation is truly realized.

Unfortunately, the fallen angels who did not obtain the pass permit were not allowed to enter without authorization at that destination.

Satan protected the safety of the Dark Church and made hell the backing of the trust of the Holy See. The mutual connection allowed the wealth of hell to flow into the mortal world. The Dark Church was completely united with hell, and the number of believers who rebeled from the Holy See decreased year by year.

At this point, hell began the era of the rule of the fallen angel king.

100 years in hell.

The little saint Nabonier died, and the body of the twelve white-winged angel appeared in the mortal world.

The sacred light fell from the other end of the sky, allowing Naipanil's soul to bathe. The darkness was isolated from the sacred light. Naipanil looked at the Holy See with apologetic last glance and raised his head. He saw his father standing in the air and looking at him gently. He reached out to hold the other person. Naipanil closed his eyes happily, and the corners of his eyes were flashing with the water light that the soul should not have.

His soul ascended from the Dark Cathedral to heaven.

At this moment, it was nearly a thousand years late, and he was finally able to reunite with his father in heaven.

Unlike the resentment speculated by the outside world, a large number of dark believers knelt on one knee, and there was no choice to stop Naipanil. They saluted the little son and were grateful for his contributions to staying in the Holy See for so many years. Naipanil's life as a "human" was several times longer than when he took office as the little son Haniya. He had the position of light and darkness, and the hard work in it was self-evident.

Those who are virtuous should be respected.

This is an idea that the believers of light still have after they have converted to believers of darkness.

"Nair..." Alai was extremely pleased, and his red eyes were softened. He sent away the elegant and calm Messiah, the attached and gentle Haniya, and now he sent away the cunning Nabonier as a child.

Yarman's nasal voice became louder, "Nair should be happy now."

Before leaving, Naipanil was no longer a childlike form, and his body was long and integrated into one with the handsomeness and beauty of the young man.

When Alai heard Yarman's words, he laughed and said, "Why are you crying?"

Yarman's dead duck was stubborn and raised his neck, "Didn't cry! You've read it wrong." Even Alai didn't cry, how could he cry? Damn, does it have the function of calmness after falling into a dark elf? Why can Alai, who has a softer personality than him, smile and send Nair away!

"Haha!" Alai laughed so hard that his voice became indulgent.

"Yalman, why are you crying? Nair just went to heaven, we can meet again!"

The tall young man of the dragon clan covered his face with his sleeves and said in a rough voice: "I know I can meet, but that's death. How could I face it with a normal mind? I have spoiled Nair for so many years, and how could I bear to see him die? Do you know... Every time I send them away, my heart is as uncomfortable as if I was cut by a knife."

Alai was stunned for a moment, and smiled and pulled down Yarman's arm.

"Don't cry, your Majesty won't want you to feel sad." Alay wiped the corners of Yarman's eyes, with a gentle expression, which made Yarman, who had lived for thousands of years and still lost golden beans even more embarrassed.

"I will work hard to be sad in the future." Yarman accidentally burped.

"Maybe there will be no next time." Alai pursed his lips and said the answer.

Yarman glared with his dragon eyes, and the majesty of the dragon clan disappeared, dazed, "Why didn't there next time?"

"Because--" Alai pondered, "No, it's not. I won't tell you the answer for now. You should know it in a while."

Yarman quickly asked Alai, but Alai just didn't say anything. He smiled and waved his hand, and turned into a phantom and disappeared. Yarman grabbed a hole and gritted his teeth in anger. Damn Alai, isn't it just that his strength is stronger than him? He will try hard to become stronger in the future, so that he understands that he is responsible for intelligence, and that he is responsible for force!

Alai's phantom appeared in front of Naipanil's bedroom, opened the door and walked in leisurely. The owner of the bedroom went to heaven, but Alai was familiar with every detail and layout of the bedroom. Naipanil's living environment was created by him and Yarman.

Relax, comfortable and warm.

In the corner, you can also find the small stools that Naipanil used when he was a child. There are also letters of communication with heaven in the cabinet. Alai did not read Naipanil's **, but took them out carefully and put them in a dust-proof and corrosion-proof treasure chest. Lock the box, Alai rested at ease, so that he could leave it to Naipanil as a souvenir.

Looking around the bedroom for another time, Alai's satisfaction turned into a faint loss, and he sat down beside the bed with the bed post.

His hands stroked the bedding on the bed, soft and smooth, and it was still sunbathed today.

The child I raised was gone.

I wonder what kind of personality the next child will have?

Alai's eyes were filled with interest. Naipanil's successor was Mamen, Haniya's younger brother. Mamen is born with seven deadly sins. According to the information from hell, the other party is currently studying in Angel Academy and has been carefully taught by Lucifer since childhood.

Will such a child be as gentle as Haniya or as lively as Naipanil?

With the opportunity to meet him once, Alai could not tell Mamen's personality, but could only confirm that he was an extremely happy child, held in his palms and pampered.

very nice.

Alai's eyes flashed past Haniya's eyes, clean and bright, and full of vitality. Haniya had no playmate since she was a child. He remembered Haniya wanted a younger brother and sister. Now that this wish has come true, I wonder if Haniya is happy.

Heaven, the eighth level of star.

As soon as the Angel Academy was finished, Haniya stayed not far outside the classroom. Not long after, under the intentional or unintentional attention of other little angels, Mamen walked out with his textbook in his arms. When the child who had originally pouted saw Haniya outside, he immediately ran over with a smile, "Brother Haniya!" Haniya happily opened his arms and hugged his baby brother.

Haniya gave him a cheek kiss without hesitation and said gently: "How are you studying today?"

Mamen hung around his neck and said with a smile: "Of course it's okay!"

Who is he? Lucifer's son, how could he not learn basic magic theory?

"That's when practicing magic on your hands..." On the way back to the palace, Mamen muttered in Haniya's arms, "Brother, the teacher doesn't let me practice magic, I just meditate alone."

"Your teacher is also for your own good."

Haniya rubbed his head. The blonde hair looked like him. I don’t know how many hair dyes I used... Cough.

Mamen pouted again, "I don't like it, I want to play with them."

Haniya's face became helpless.

The heavenly classes are clearly divided. When the teacher of the Wisdom Angel sees Mammon, he will subconsciously develop a class awe and call him Your Highness. With such a special background, how could Mammon play with those ordinary little angels?

"There will be a chance in the future." Hania coaxed.
Chapter completed!