I'm such an old god, so sorry

"Isn't that better?"

Xiude’s answer made Fatisina stunned, and saw the former holding Miss Lucifer’s small hands with both hands, and said sincerely:

"Nana, do you know? Since I met you, I have been worrying and reflecting every day. In fact, I really like beautiful girls, but most of that kind of like is based on the desire for the flesh...I I don’t want to be the same for you, I want to prove that I love you, without any lust...so I hesitated and didn’t say it until I learned the identity of your Lucifer. My love remains undiminished."

Shude stood up while speaking, and embraced Fatisina with his arms wide open:

"This is what I want. This is the love between us. It has nothing to do with any element, race, status, status, and life essence! It's just the attraction between two individuals."

Xiude’s cheek was pressed against Fatisina’s. He could feel a moist and warm liquid flowing down. Amidst the girl’s choking sobs, Xiude patted Fatisina’s back, in the latter’s ear. Soft voice:

"There is no doubt that you are my most treasured treasure."

"....me too."

Fatisina and Xiude looked at each other. The eyes of the dark angel girl were as magnificent as flowers and brilliant as the dawn, reflecting a starry sky.

"Me too, cultivating virtue..... To me, you are more than your mission and glory all the time, I, I, I...love..."

Seeing the girl's flushed face but always ashamed to say that expression, Xiude was hit by a cute spot, and he leaned forward and blocked Fatisina's lips with his tongue.

Cold and soft, like nectar.

Thankfully, the kings didn't transform the facial features.

Chapter 70 You will return, like lightning

Although the two of Xiude went to copy the devil's hometown, not all the demons knew what happened to Setimontan, and most of the demon army was still displayed in front of the dark angels.

Barrett, who fled to the sky, did not panic because of Edmond's defeat. Instead, he wanted to avenge the Cinderlord. After quickly quelling the riots in Setimontan, he used the name of the Cinderlord. Continue to give orders to the front line and let the demon army launch a frantic revenge attack.

On the other hand, the dark angels didn't even know the condition of Setimontan. After the wings of the morning light were shot down, the battle conditions were extremely bad for the dark angels.

More than one dark angel saw Fatisina passing towards the devil. The fall of the wings of dawn was enough to dampen morale, so Lucifer sent it to him again, and the dark angel's mentality was almost destroyed.

The offensive edge was broken, the demon overwhelmed all the reserves, and the wave-like fleet was pressing down on the dark angel's line step by step. Now the dark angel is only relying on an unyielding stubbornness to maintain the defense.

But the exchange between dark angels and demons, who have completely lost their strategic initiative, suddenly becomes harder than it seems. There is a large amount of casualty data generated every moment, and the sacrifices of these good children of Tianyi are presented in cold numbers. Before the official.

In the flagship command room, Nokras pressed the armrest, his bloodshot eyes staring at the simulated real-time sand table in front of him.

"...Can the Crusaders free their hands?"

For a long time, Nokras seemed to give up some kind of pride and asked hoarsely.

"It's hard to say that the Crusaders have never entered such a deep abyss. They need time to adjust, otherwise they will not have any effect."

"What about the Dragon Race?!"

Nokras's tone improved a bit, and said: "Where is the Dragon Lord? Is his battle over?"

"No.... Although the fight with the Abyssal Serpent is dominant, the Dragon Lord cannot tell the winner in a short time."

"..."

Nokras asked no more, he closed his eyes and fell into a long silence.

"marshal."

Bertros couldn't bear to see the painful appearance of Nokras and stepped forward:

"We... failed. In order to preserve our vitality, we still withdraw..."

"shut up!"

Nokras jumped into thunder when he heard the words, shaking his whole body, pointing a finger in the direction of the pillar of heaven:

"Do you want me to retreat? Clearly the pillar of heaven is there, and you can touch the door of heaven again one step away. At this juncture, do you want me to run away like a coward?! Ahem... you Kill me! You kill me!"

Betroth was stunned, not because of the marshal's accusation, but because he actually saw Nokras' eyes filled with tears.

The marshal is crying!

This was what surprised him. In the memory of Bertheros, Marshal Nokras has always been known for his coldness, and he hardly shows any tender expression.

Not to mention crying.

But now, as if he was finally crushed by the load, Nokras got out of his seat and started to cry:

"How is it possible.... Obviously, it's a little bit, obviously I have seen it...no, once Hram takes a step back here, we will never be able to regain the original heaven... .I could endure the darkness, if you let me know that the dawn is coming!"

Nokras knelt on the ground, the old marshal hammered the ground while tearing his throat:

"King, my king! Where is the dawn? When will Hram's wings be cleaned of filth? Please save your people, save us..."

Nokras vented hysterically and surprised everyone, but the Marshal's words were on the heart of the dark angels. The commanders of the warships and floating fortresses heard Norkras's words, and suddenly felt a tragic mood. Spread across the command level.

Many dark angels took out the holy pivot pendant symbolizing the authority of the king and kissed wildly, tears raining down.

Nokras recalled his past experience, suffering in endless sadness and despair. At this moment, he heard Bertros’s exclamation:

"Dawn..."

"Marshal! It's the wings of dawn!"

Nokras suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, and then saw an unforgettable scene:

Below the dark angel and the demon battle, the shining brilliance illuminates the dark and deep blood of the abyss. Under the common attention of the dark angel and the devil, the wings of the morning light that are pieced together like a broken moon white palace slowly rise.

A steel wing that was cut off by Edmonch has not been repaired. This morning wing has only one steel wing, but its surface is flooded with crimson, treacherous and beautiful light. The angel with the folded wings is slow and unstoppable. The posture of appeared in the center of the battlefield, and because of its light, the abyss of the sky turned into an extremely brilliant golden domain.

It's like... the dawn of dawn.

"Wings of Dawn? How could it be, how could it be lifted into the sky, besides, Fatisina is not..."

Nokras opened his mouth, surprised.

"Marshal, a message from the floating fortress behind... they said that Lucifer's crown was suddenly'transported' in front of them, and despite the persuasion of the maintenance staff, they forcibly boarded the damaged Wings of Morning. Then... this is how you see it."

When Bertros was reporting, he was in a complicated mood, and he couldn't tell whether he should be surprised or ecstatic.

"Marshal Nokras."

At this point, Fatisina's voice rang in the Marshal's ear, and she reconnected to the communication.

"I'm sorry that I took the willful action, but time is running out. I used a special method to make the wings of dawn work again, but the duration is limited. During this period, I will always aim at the demon fortress to accumulate energy, hope You can activate the Pillar of Heaven so that my attack can hit Settimontan straight away."

".....I understand."