I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

"Flying light, flying light, persuade Er for a glass of wine..."

Indistinctly, a chanting sounded in the ear.

"I don't know that the sky is high and the loess is thick..."

"Only see the moon is cold and the sun is warm, come to fry life..."

Li Shouyi stood on the tall building of Luming Villa, looking up at the sky.

"Li He's "Bitter Days Are Short"!" he thought.

And the rain on the sky above, under the moonlight, gradually changed its color.

In the rain, the moonlight is intertwined, like threads of gold and silver.

The strips are like olives, falling down and down.

"Emperor Slurry!" Li Shouyi took a handful of rain.

The rain is warm and moist, like a treasure.

It is the Emperor Slurry!

not only that!

He also saw that the sky was trailing, and the meteor that fell straight to the northwest gradually became illusory.

It keeps falling.

It slowly turned into countless streamers and fell to the northwest!

Li Shouyi knew the origin of Emperor Liujiao.

It was from the Kunlun Mountains!

It is the torn Kunlun Mountains, a blessing to this world.

It is also the gift of the immortal god who has been dead for countless years.

The stream of light falls westward, like the east wind throwing flowers at a thousand trees at night, blowing down the stars like rain.

Li Shouyi knew that just now, the world had walked from the brink of extinction and destruction!

He tapped his feet and floated to the distant buildings.

…………………………

The long drum beat echoed in my ears.

A cappella sang low, floating in the air.

"If you eat bears, you will get fat, but if you eat frogs, you will be thin..."

Inside and outside the hall, it is already intact.

Everyone in the ballroom was unscathed.

"Where is the lord? Tai Yi'an?"

Countless golden silk threads, like flowing water, flow along the chant.

Like a stream of water rushing to the sea.

"There is Ruomu in the east of the sky, and there is a candle dragon at the bottom..."

The flowing golden thread is singing, as if there is life, meandering, curling, coupling...

So, in front of everyone, there was an extremely magnificent scene.

God tree whirling, solitary and independent.

The real dragon walks under it with candlelight in its mouth.

It seems like it is in front of you, like a mirage, reflecting the ancient times, the east of that day, the scenery under the hibiscus tree at the bottom of the earth.

"I will cut the dragon's feet and chew the dragon's meat!"

Suddenly, the chanting sounded higher.

Like the morning bell and the twilight drum, it is shocking.

It is also like a warning to the world, and it is enlightening.

It makes people wake up to all kinds of mistakes in this life and all kinds of wrong things they have done.

One by one came to mind.

But it's vague and unpredictable!

"This is..." Someone finally woke up: "There is a great power waiting for me to preach and release me!"

"This is a great opportunity!"

"Don't miss it!"

"Hurry up and hold your breath, relax!"

And when he spoke, almost everyone sat down with their knees crossed.

Even many ordinary people in the Luming Hall felt that there was a faint heat wave in the body, and there seemed to be a warm current in the meridians.

No matter how stupid they are, they understand it.

Sitting cross-legged one after another, or ignorant or smart, began to meditate cross-legged to guide these warm currents and heat waves.

The thread of gold thread is cruising in the hall.

All kinds of magnificent pictures, lifelike.

Chiba Michiko also sat down with her knees crossed.

Around her body, a few golden threads slowly fell and soaked into the skin.

Warm, like the spring breeze, blowing in my heart.

Limbs and limbs, the heat wave is rolling.

In just an instant, the aura of Chiba Michiko rose up.

In the next second, she has stepped into the realm of a lieutenant colonel!

Breakthrough in an instant!

Chiba Michiko was very excited.

The chanting in my ears continued.

"To make it impossible to return to the morning, and not to bow at night..."

"Naturally the old do not die, and the young do not cry..."

"Why take gold and swallow white jade?"

In the hall, the divine tree composed of golden threads collapsed suddenly, and the divine dragon under the tree was beheaded and divided.

Dragon blood and dragon meat, dismembered piece by piece.

Then, these dragon blood and dragon meat washed over everyone like a drizzle.

Under the illumination of the dragon's flesh and blood, everyone in the hall is undergoing magical changes.

The mortal is extraordinary, and the extraordinary gradually has a divine character.

The most obvious one is Chiba Michiko.

On the Fusang girl's forehead, a little pink mark appeared shadowy.

The fox tail on her body is slowly fluffy.

A strip of golden silk threads unceasingly penetrated into her skin.

In my ears, the chant gradually faded.

"Who is like Young Master Ren, riding a green donkey in the clouds!"

Chiba Michiko suddenly opened her eyes.

A pair of beautiful eyes, flowing colors, and the skin on the body is faintly overflowing with the fragrance of orchid like musk.

I'm afraid people will be shaken just by smelling it!

The tail behind him swayed quietly.

Not a foxtail at all!

At this moment, Chiba Michiko finally understood her bloodline.

Ride the yellow!

She is Cheng Huang's cub!

Now, the bloodline that has been sleeping for countless generations has finally been awakened.

This is from the ancient bloodline!

"Liu Che's mausoleum has many stagnant bones, and Ying Zhengzi's coffin costs abalone..."

The singing in the ears finally returned to the empty silence.

The golden thread disappeared without a trace.

In the hall, there is no divine tree, no divine dragon, and no feast!

But Chiba Michiko, who has heard the chant?

"Young Master Ling!" She said excitedly in her heart, "Young Master Ling!"

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"Liu Che's mausoleum has many stagnant bones, and Ying Zhengzi's coffin costs abalone!"

Li Shouyi landed in the parking lot in front of Luming Hall.

The chants and drum beats in the ears gradually returned to nothingness.

The emperor, who fell from the sky, disappeared.

In the sky, only the downpour was pouring down.

Li Shouyi raised his head and looked at the sky where there was no vision.

he knows……

This time, the Federal Empire owes that person, what a great favor!

This imperial slush, covering the entire imperial capital!

In the coming year, the number of supernatural beings among the newborns in the imperial capital will surge!

Moreover, their talents will be very good!

even……

There are many, will be gifted.

Even today's imperial capital will benefit a lot.

After tonight, all kinds of treasures from heaven and earth will appear everywhere in the imperial capital.

Such a great favor is not good!

More importantly...

Li Shouyi knew that the Federal Empire would have more things to ask for from him.

so……

He stopped at the entrance of the Luming Hall, without taking another half step forward.

Even if he faintly felt it, it was in the main hall of Luming Hall in front of him.

Has the will of the gods and is returning!

…………………………

Inside the Deer Hall.

Chiba Michiko suddenly looked at the Polish prince in the hall.

Her brows furrowed tightly.

Soon, everyone noticed Ludvik.

Because, at this moment, the Polish prince has become extremely eccentric.

He crawled on the ground and said nothing.

The whole body is cuddled like a dog.

His limbs were touching the ground, and his head was lowered.

If that's the case, maybe no one cares.

But his clothes were torn a little.

In the flesh and blood under the skin, there seems to be something that is drilling out.

The silver moonlight reflected from under that skin.

The entire hall was reflected in snow white.

as if covered in frost.

"His Royal Highness..." Several Ludvik's entourage hurried forward, wanting to inspect.

"Sinner!" Ludvik's stubbornly bowed head suddenly let out a cold drink. He was emotionless, like a machine, and scolded coldly: "Don't desecrate my sacred body!"

His limbs slowly twisted up.

Gradually, the limbs on both sides were slowly coupled together.

The shiny silver wheels appeared in front of the people.

And Ludvik's whole person, at this moment, suddenly deformed.

It turned into a chariot surrounded by silver moonlight.

Hundreds of sacred wings grew from the chariot body, and a hymn was faintly heard on the golden wings.

Countless eyes, golden eyes, grow from the front, rear, left and right of the chariot.

"Mortal!" Those countless eyes looked at everyone in the entire hall.

There is no emotion in the golden eyeballs.

"Kneel down!" The chariot roared, and the moonlight under the wheel stirred up countless auras.

"Kneel down before the Holy Ahari!"

"Kneel down to the Supreme God!"

"Pray!"

"Lambs!"

"In front of you is..."

"The wheel of the Eternal... the wheel of the moon..."

"Heaven's gatekeeper!"

Among the hundreds of golden wings, chants were chanted faintly.

"Our Father in heaven... hallowed be your name..."

Latin, Polish, French, French...

A variety of languages, praise together.

The awakened archangel, the wheel of the moon, and the left eye of God.

Proudly volleyed.

Two wheels, rolling sound, golden wings, chants bursts.

…………………………

dong... dong... dong...

The cathedral of the Papal State, the bell on the bell tower, suddenly no one rang.

The cardinals who were worshipping raised their heads and looked at the Pope who was preaching.

God's patriarch on earth.

The old pope picked up the scriptures in his hands.

He said devoutly and fervently, "Praise! Lambs of the Lord!"

"Because the messenger of the Lord, the guardian of the third day, the left eye and wheel of the Lord, the messenger that drags the moon, has come!"

So he drew a cross: "Lord! May your kingdom come... May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven..."

"Amen!"

All the priests prayed: "May your kingdom come... May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven... Amen!"

………………

Church of Bones.

Above the Holy Seat, the sacred Seraphim is suspended in mid-air.

His vague divine appearance was hidden in the milky white light.

Behind him, the gate of heaven seems to be slowly opening.

Blazing holy light and holy chants faintly overflowed from it.

All the priests are already prostrate on the ground.

Start praying.

"I know I'm a sinner and need your forgiveness..."

In prayer, the king of angels, raised his scepter.

In the scepter, the holy light flows like water.

He looked at a gem set on the scepter.

A gem from heaven.

The core of Ahari!

Through it, the King of Angels saw that the silver wheel rose into the air, and the golden wings spread out.

"Aharley...was awake?" he thought.

but……

This doesn't seem to be in the plan.

He shouldn't have woken up so quickly...

because……

He hasn't got the core yet!

Without the core...

Without a core, it means if He falls.

Then, from His body, heresy will be born!

Thinking of heresy, the King of Angels suddenly became uneasy.

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Lingping looked at the people who were fascinated by his music.

He suddenly remembered.

"I remember... I promised Chiba Michiko..."

"It seems like I wasted a lot of time here..."

"Go and find Qianye-chan!"

So, his whole person disappeared like a phantom.

The next moment, people appeared in a resplendent hall.

Looking up, he saw a silver gleaming, futuristic sci-fi, but extremely retro chariot suspended in the air in the hall.

A golden eye drilled out of the body.

Inside the chariot, there seemed to be a mechanical voice speaking coldly.

"mortal!"

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down before the Holy Ahari!"

"Kneel down to the Supreme God!"

"Pray!"

"Lambs!"

"In front of you is the wheel of the Eternal Lord, the wheel of the moon..."

"Heaven's gatekeeper!"

The wheels are rolling, aggressive.

Ling Ping'an frowned.

"Kneel down?" He wondered, "Who do you ask to kneel down?"

"Supremacy?"

"Who approved you to use such a word?"

"Supreme..." The corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "This is a word that only I can use!"

He instinctively felt that in front of him, using 'supreme' was hitting him in the face!

It's even more of a lie in public!

After all, there is an ant in the ant nest who says that he is strong and invincible.

The ants were trembling.

But if humans hear it, I am afraid they will only laugh at it!

Did you hit one of my cold hairs?

Come on, I'll use a fingernail to compete with you!

That's how he feels now.

So he narrowed his eyes.

"Hmm..." He looked at the suspended chariot and laughed suddenly: "What did I think it was?"

"It turned out to be a poor bastard..."

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The archangel, the wheel of the moon, Ahali, was suspended in mid-air.

Rolling divine might, like a mountain like a prison, is so overwhelming that people can't lift their heads.

Everyone just felt inexplicable heart palpitations, and they couldn't help but have the idea of ​​worshiping, kneeling, and repenting.

It's an instinctual urge.

It is the trembling in the face of the superior.

The impulse is written in the genes and engraved in the soul.

At this moment, a sneer came from a corner.

"What did I think it was?"

A man in a face mask, coming out of the shadows.

He casually commented and mocked: "It turned out to be a poor worm!"

Before the wheel of the moon, in front of the resurgent archangel, the man was relaxed and without pressure.

He treats this angel as nothing!

"What did you say?!"

In the wheel, the power of the gods is rolling!

Within those hundreds of wings, countless angry reprimands rolled in.

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

But the man didn't seem to hear it, and he twisted his neck casually.

"I said..." He slowly stepped forward, then held out his hand.

A white as jade, the hand of an ordinary adult man.

This hand is unremarkable and has no power.

But when he reached out.

But it is obscuring.

That majestic and mighty angel, like a helpless firefly, was held lightly by this hand.

Yes!

In everyone's eyes, the man wearing a face mask just stretched out his hand gently.

There was no change in that hand, nor any psionic power.

Just a light grip, just like in Journey to the West, the Tathagata Buddha opened his palm.

In the eyes of everyone, the floating angel was held lightly by this hand.

The original majestic angel has become a small toy with wheels in his hands.

"It's all said...you're a poor bastard!" The man under the mask chuckled, "You still don't believe it!"

With a slight toss of his hand, the silver chariot in his palm was thrown out and fell to the floor.

The chariot was smashed to pieces.

One by one golden parts were scattered.

Gears and rivets roll on the floor.

"What's going on?" People were shocked.

"Angel...it's actually a bunch of parts..."

"a machine?"

"The Crusaders' machine!"

This fact makes it difficult for people to calm down.

But when you think about it, it seems understandable.

Angels, in the legend of the Cross, are originally material, not purely spiritual.

Most importantly...their names.

Angel.

Wheel of God, Eye of God.

This in itself implies their status.

It's a tool, it's a machine.

Just like cars, planes, ships, surveillance cameras, satellites created by human beings...

However, the man wearing the mask laughed.

He jokingly asked the parts scattered all over the floor: "Hey! Now you know what I said right?"

"You poor unfortunate bastard!"

People looked at the parts scattered all over the floor.

These parts, under the gaze of people, slowly dissolve, turning into pools of silver jelly-like things.

Then, these things slowly wriggled and pieced together slowly.

Finally, a silver figure appeared in front of people.

He looked around blankly.

Then he lowered his head and looked at his body.

A bull horn grew from his forehead.

A cyan beard grew from his chin.

His face slowly aged.

Then he knelt down.

Kneel down to the man wearing the mask.

"Children of the Storm...Guardian of the Moon and Time...Guardian of All Ur..."

"Nanna salutes you!"

"Thank you for freeing me from eternal slavery and imprisonment!"

"Nanna!?" Aiko Rigong seemed to have thought of something.

"The Sumerian moon god, the god of prophecy?"

"Son of the supreme god Enlil, the god of the storm, father of the sun god Utu and the Hades Negar?"

The silver old man listened, ashamed.

"That was a long time ago..."

"I can't think of anyone in the world who remembers me..."

As he said that, he smiled bitterly.

And everyone was shocked!

How could Ahali, the angel of the Crusaders, the moon wheel, be the Sumerian moon god?

What exactly is going on?

but……

In the hearts of high-ranking people like Aiko Reimiya.

They are vague, if they know it.

"Myth Invasion..."

"Myth Overlay..."

"Is this the truth?"

"The truth behind this is so cruel?!"

Those who are defeated are not only dead.

also be made into objects.

Just like the ancient human tribes, dealing with the defeated.

Turn the loser's body into a wine vessel.

To humiliate, enslave and torture him for eternity.