alliance of misthophoros

Chapter 36 2.31 The Tenth Attendant: God
The time goes back to the night before departure.Safire and Mandela lived in the same room.

Mandela thought that Safire would fall asleep quickly after playing all day, but Safire seemed to be full of energy, and the two chatted for a while.

Sapphire turned sideways, his blue eyes shimmering like a dark lake in the dark night, and he said in a half-joking tone, "Mr. Satan, if it is as the legend says, Gods and demons evolved from humans at first, so tell me, can demons also become gods? And can those magic crystals also become pure and clean, and people can also be freed from pain..."

Mandela chuckled inwardly, which was unheard of.

Children are children, with so many naive and ridiculous ideas.

Mandela didn't mind Safier calling him Satan. He believed that whether Safier knew his true identity or not, it would have no effect on him. Although he thought so sharply in his heart, his words His tone was extremely gentle, as if he was humming a nocturne.

"This is a field that no one has ever stepped on. And if the world longs to be redeemed, then they will never be free from suffering and pain. Only by saving ourselves can we truly redeem ourselves."

Safire agreed with Mandela and replied.

"Yes."

Safir would say this only because he thought of this point of view inadvertently, and maybe he can use it to truly realize his ideals, "There is no such road in this world, so if I take the lead in taking this step, maybe in the future Got it."

"Do you really want to save the world?" Coincidentally, Mandela wanted to rule the world, but seeing that Safir seemed to be seriously thinking about such a stupid question, he asked one more question.

Safire smiled and answered frankly and directly.

"Yes."

Mandela couldn't help looking sideways into Safir's eyes.Those watery blue pupils were pure without any impurities.And Mandela's red eyes are shining with strangeness and bloodthirsty with a hint of playfulness.

For the person in front of him, so simple and beautiful, Mandela not only wanted to see such a soul corroded and then swallowed by him, but also because Mandela was an old guy who lived for so long up.Sometimes when talking, I can't help but act like an elder.

"Safir, do you know that there are many things in the world that are true and false, not only that everyone has a different understanding of justice, but for thousands of years, human beings have constantly changed their standards for justice and light. Transform."

The red eyes are so charming that they seem to suck people in and let them tear them apart. In the depths of the eyes, madness and bloodthirsty are raging.

"How do you know that on the road of pursuing justice, you won't be lost by this grotesque world like most people, and finally walk on the path of injustice that you never imagined."

Mandela is a man, but he is beautiful. Even his body is only about seven or eight years old. He is as noble as a king and as beautiful as a beautiful woman. His red eyes are squinted, and his bright lips outline a seductive arc. , "Saving the world is as difficult as destroying it."

Safire giggled like a series of ringing bells, "Mandela, it feels like you've really lived a long time."

Yes, he has lived a long time.

But Mandela felt that the laughter seemed to be mocking himself, and anger welled up in his chest, so he decided not to continue.

Ah, well, sleep then, sleep!

Safir seemed to be able to sense Mandela's slightly irritated emotions, and gradually stopped smiling. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and suddenly said in the quiet night, "Well, I will pay attention."

"Good night. Mr. Satan."

The word "Satan" seemed to be a syllable for Safier.

"Why do you call me Satan?"

Instead, Mandela couldn't help but start asking questions first.

"Because I think if Mandela is possessed by the devil." Sapphire smiled, under the long and slightly curly thick eyelashes, the blue eyes lingered with pearl-like luster, and the words were like the gentle breeze stroking the woods, "That should be a very powerful devil."

"The most powerful devil in the legend is Satan."

Safir's voice became softer and weaker, I'm afraid he was sleepy now and was going to sleep.

"To be honest, if there is a chance, I would also like to meet him."

Mandela, who was sleeping on the side, laughed a little at Tong Yanwuji's words, "Aren't you afraid of seeing nightmares? The Rakshasa from hell, the devil who kills without batting an eye, the most powerful weapon in the world, appeared in front of you before."

"Don't be afraid, some legends say that he was originally an ordinary person like me. I just want to know why he became like this in the end."

"Because of nature, do you believe it, Safir." Mandela showed a sarcasm smile.But did not hear Safire's answer.

Mandela carefully watched the sleeping state of the person next to him.I suddenly recalled what Safire said just now, "Good night, Mr. Satan."

Suddenly he was like a vile creature hiding in the shadows, about to be stabbed by a faint ray of light shining into the world.

Throughout history, Mandela had the idea of ​​fleeing from the bottom of his heart. It seems that he has never had such close relatives as people. In ancient times, he did not have much communication with anyone.

However, after thinking about it, he had nothing to fear from the majestic Satan and nothing to escape... So he smiled wickedly, "Good night, Safir."

All he had to do was stand by and watch the kid go to hell.Maybe he doesn't even need to do anything, the intrigues in the world and the inconsistency of the world may destroy the current Safir.

The distant memory was recast in Mandela's mind.

He came to the very top of the sky, the deepest part of the clouds, and beside the silver river was the golden palace of God.Kneeling in the hall surrounded by thousands of golden lights, there are twelve flawless angels with pure wings and halos on their heads.

Seeing him coming, the angels looked different.

Surrounded by the smell of bloodthirsty Satan, he is tall and tall, with an expression of desire to kill as if out of control, showing sharp fangs and claws, looking up at the top of the palace, on the radiant seat But it was empty.

Angels are the sons of God.And in the palace of God in front of him, only a group of angels are left, and God, the most honorable person in the sky, is nowhere to be found.

The demon looked at everything around him.Satan saw a single-winged angel kneeling and praying with his eyes closed. Not only was there only one wing left, but there was no angel-specific halo on his head.

It looks so ridiculous.

So Satan chose to deal with the one-winged angel last.

Satan opened his mouth arrogantly, and his clamoring voice echoed in the palace, and the devil's eyes radiated an infinitely evil red light.

"God is dead."

As soon as the words fell, Satan started a new round of massacre for a long time. Suddenly, in the sacred palace, scarlet blood pooled into a river, and the human world was filled with countless bones as high as mountains.

In this war, among the twelve angels, some angels willingly fell and became fallen angels. They grew devil's horns and were taken under Satan's command; some angels were crushed by Satan and disappeared in the the world.

Satan sat on the throne of God and glanced down, sat for a while, and finally walked up to the one-winged angel.

This one-winged angel with pure white wings is still praying devoutly.

Satan specially opened his black wings full of curses in front of this angel, stood in front of the one-winged angel, and sarcastically said to the one-winged angel in a royal posture: "You don't even have a pair of complete wings! Nothing, what else can you do?"

"Mr. Satan, I can still pray." The one-winged angel said reverently, but still did not open his eyes, "I can still have a kind heart."

"Heart?"

Satan smiled ferociously, stretched out his fit hand, pierced the angel's chest, and cruelly pulled out the heart of the one-winged angel. Satan's hand penetrated the thin and soft body of the one-winged angel.

The angel's wings were scattered all over the ground, and the milky white feathers fell to the ground, intertwined with the black feathers, the bare feet drooped due to weakness, and the blood flowed down from the chest to the tender white lotus root buds. The toes fell drop by drop on the hazy yellow floor with exquisite carvings and paintings.

At that moment, Satan saw the one-winged angel opened his eyes, a pair of pure blue eyes, and the pure eyes seemed to be able to contain all the serenity.

"Now, you don't have a heart, and you can't pray." The masculine male voice uttered cruel, murderous and slightly joking words.

Blood flowed from the corner of the single-winged angel's mouth, showing a smile like sunshine swaying the earth, and said with difficulty, "My soul... still... prays for the world, and my kind and pure will... is still... planted in the hearts of the world... "

As he spoke, he closed his blue eyes feebly. The one-winged angel finally died in the hands of Satan, but Satan still felt his anger hard to dissipate.

Satan felt that he still hadn't really destroyed the crippled angel.

those blue eyes...

Listening to the even breathing of the people beside him at night, Mandela suddenly seemed to have found some clues. He tried to penetrate into Safir's soul, but Safir's soul was scorching and dazzling, almost stabbing Mandela. .

Mandela, as a demon who has lived for so long and once possessed powerful combat power but temporarily not as capable as before, this small obstacle is not a problem. The terrifying and dry claws quickly explored the depths of Safir's soul with ease.

There, the sharp hand touched a soft and white feather, but Safir's soul was so pure and hot that Mandela fell into a brief dizziness.

In the dizziness, Mandela seemed to have come to the dazzling golden palace of God again, and involuntarily covered the most dazzling place with the feather he held in his hand.

Looking around, the feathers are falling and the holy light is shining, even the angel he once killed with his own hands is among them.

It's just that at a glance, I found that the last angel was missing in the neat sequence.And the empty angel seat was the one-winged angel he killed last.

Satan slowly moved the feather in his hand away from his eyes. He saw the pair of clear blue eyes looking at him kindly with a smile on his face. Half of the wings fluttered. Behind the throne was engraved with the image of the sun. The totem emitted a dazzling light, and all the blood colors turned into fiery red roses flying into the sky.

He is in the presence of God.

At the feet of God, to be exact.He felt a little uncomfortable in his neck, and when he touched it, he found that he was chained.And the other end of the winding golden thread is in the hands of God in front of you.

Feel like a dog!
A humiliated anger rushed into his brain instantly.

I kill you!

The sea of ​​blood surged in Mandela's eyes, but calmed down after a while.He realized that he just saw something illusory because of dizziness.

The angel was indeed killed by him, and God is indeed long gone. What he sees now is the reality, but recalling the last scene, the angry Mandela wanted to kill Safir who was sleeping soundly in an instant.

But calm down and think about it just now is just an illusion.Instead, from the hallucinations he saw, Mandela drew two conclusions.

First, Safir may have been the Son of God in his previous life, and he was also a one-winged angel of the end.

Second, I really feel that I am aggrieved by being bound by a character like Safir.

Mandela warned himself to be calm now, and he could always find a way to wash away this layer of contract later. If Safier really became God, it would be just as he wanted. Feel a little sorry.

At that time until now, Satan could not figure out where God had gone.

However, Safier didn't know what Satan had experienced, and Safier still slept soundly.

In the early morning of the next day, Safire opened the curtains and gently unfastened Mandela's blindfold.The blindfold fell off, but Safir saw Mandela looking at him with his eyes open.

Safire had that warm smile like a little sun again.

"Good morning, Mr. Satan."

Good morning, Mr. God.

Mandela even wanted to say a few words of sarcasm helplessly, although he knew that the possibility of Safir becoming a god was very slim.

(End of this chapter)