The Endless Shuttle

Therefore, this archangel, the lord of hell, while in hell, is also yearning for the coming of purification.

When offering sacrifices and praying to him, he would order people to prepare holy water for washing to demonstrate his holiness in heaven.

The lamb's horns drizzled with clean water began to heat up.

It was black, unknown, and disgusting like a disease.

——This is the symbol of Asazil's acceptance of sacrifices.

Seeing the black air, the witches accelerated their dance steps, and their soft waists began to swing and spin, pushing the "Tianyu Dance of Buying" to the end.

"Please come, to understand my confusion. Please come, to wash my original sin. Please come, to show your authority. Snake up! This is the request of the children of God to break the rock and dig the soil , Meander up! Leave from your throne, there is a lingering wine here, and all the beauty of the human world here, please come to the lord of hell..."

All the witches stopped their actions and knelt down on the ground like Yuri Wangori, with their hands folded, chanting the mantra to worship Asazil in the "Book of Enoch."

The voices of hundreds of girls gradually converged into a strange piece of music.

That is definitely not a sound that human vocal cords can make.

The vastness, the ancient, and the evil that is so strong that it cannot be removed.

——The original sin from **** was revealed.

"vomit……"

Finally, among the crowd of maidens, a weakly talented maiden stopped singing, covering her mouth that was constantly vomiting blood, twisting in pain on the ground.

Her sisters didn't have time to take care of it. Everyone was devoting themselves to the spell and didn't dare to be negligent.

This is already the most important part, and the witches who made a mistake are basically unable to survive. Not only the authority of the gods, but also the backlash of their own curse power.

Simply, the girl’s condition stopped at vomiting blood. The power of the "juvenile" protected her internal organs and brain, so that the original sin leaked by the lord of **** did not harm her roots. After the ceremony is over, she will be carefully treated for a few months. It might be able to recover.

In the singing of the witch, the curse power of the sky and the original sin of the earth are constantly increasing, and black smoke can't stop rising from the cracks in the soil, gathering in the sky.

——The curse is getting deeper, unintentionally sinking.

The witches were intoxicated in the primitive and noble power of Asazli and couldn't extricate themselves.

Even the moon was obscured.

In front of Asazli, the authority of Sariye, the "Angel of the Moon," was completely despised. The overbearing king had become accustomed to the darkness of **** and did not allow any light to appear in his sight.

Rope looked at the black mist in the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, and directed at Erica and Liliana.

"It's already here. Taking advantage of his not fully active, go and take away those witches. If they don't go, they may never be able to leave."

"Yes!" x2

Liliana and Erica galloped away by accident.

On the way, he changed to the appearance of being blessed by the "boy", increasing his speed, curse power, strength, and speed of nerve reactions.

The hands and feet quickly stunned the witches who had been indulging in the curse, and threw them directly down the cliff. Below the mountain is the aftermath of the curse enchantment and the official weaving committee that has been arranged for a long time, and it is impossible to be injured.

--five minutes.

In such a short period of time, Erica and Liliana, with the help of blessing, have processed all the summoned witches and completed the "protection" that Rope had promised.

At the same time, the black fog in the sky finally condensed, and the fuzzy winged human figure is looming in it.

Luo Pei moved his neck, left his seat, and came to Hei Wu's feet, looking up at his "father" from the bottom up.

——"Hell Lord" Asazil.

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Chapter 102 Please give me your life

In the black mist, Asazil opened his topaz eyes.

At the moment when the **** of noncompliance descended, the black mist representing original sin was all sucked into the body, causing his curse power to fill the entire mountain peak, and the freezing air almost suffocated the two Ji knights.

Therefore, without the barrier of the black mist, Azazel's form was completely exposed to Rope.

It was not the image of a demon with seven serpentine heads, fourteen faces, and twelve wings.

On the contrary, Azazil carried six glorious wings on his back.

This is the image of his seraphim in the kingdom of heaven—the leader of the guard angels and the most beloved son of God.

His appearance is also quite handsome, it is a kind of neutral beauty that can't tell the gender, but the arrogance in the eyebrows destroys the beauty, and it seems to be a thousand miles away.

In addition to these, Azazler's body is wrapped with a large snake, with dark red scales, the cold diamond-shaped pupils of reptiles, and the heat spit out from the two fangs, which all prove that it is more than just a beast. .

Rope did not rush to attack, but looked at Asazli quietly.

Even though the Azazel in front of him is not the ancestor of the Nephili in "Dark Blood", no matter what kind of world, as long as there is a connection, a certain resonance can be achieved.

This is why Rope can call him "father".

-The commonality of the multiverse.

The throbbing in the blood veins became more and more obvious, and even Rope's heart was accelerating, not knowing whether it was the excitement of thirst for blood, or the worship of the Philistine buried in his soul.

The two feelings mixed together, and even made Rope have a crazy idea of ​​eating the flesh and blood of the **** in front of him.

But then it was contained.

After a long time, the king of angels finally woke up from the "confused" state of just waking up.

He waved the wings behind him and landed on the ground, first of all he noticed the blond boy standing in the forefront.

Not only was Rope's mortal enemy aura, but also Azazel, who clearly felt the blood connection, reminding him of the heirs sleeping in hell.

"You...could it be the descendant of Nephele?"

Azazel's voice was full of magnetism, and had a sense of aging that didn't match his countenance.

If you close your eyes, you will feel that it is not young people standing in front of you, but knowledgeable elders and monarchs who have been in power for many years.

"Meeting for the first time, Lord Asazli."

Rope bowed his head deeply, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and saluted.

"Your heir, Nephele's descendant-Rope, greet you."

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. If you want to hold a rose, you must bear its hurt.