I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

The golden wings of the King of Angels cover the entire church.

On the walls of the church, the bones that flowed with sacred rhythm, faintly hymns sounded from them.

These devout believers who have been dead for many years, even if they have been dead for so many years.

Their souls and bones are still praising and worshipping God.

The all-knowing and all-powerful Lord.

At the same time, they praised the King of Angels who guarded this place and sheltered their souls.

Deputy Lord of the Kingdom of Heaven, Lord of Light, Dragon Slayer, Sword of the Lord.

The King of Archangel - Michael!

At this moment, the body of this archangel, who is recognized as the 'closest to God', is haunted by the holy light of anger.

The Light boiled in anger.

So much so that the appearance of this monarch of light emerged from the holy light.

It was a flawless man with long blond hair.

The golden wings spread out behind him, and the sacred rays of light like strips of white ribbons radiated from his sacred body.

His eyes filled with holy light reflected the distant scene.

In the end, there was only one big hand that covered the sky in the eyes!

The wheel of the moon fell into that big hand!

boom!

The angel was thrown to the ground.

smashed to pieces!

Heresy, resurrected from the body of an angel.

The anger of the King of Angels was burning.

"blasphemy!"

He couldn't help holding the holy sword in his hand.

Red cross sword.

This is his weapon.

The holy sword that once defeated the red dragon Satan is now covered with flames from heaven.

However……

He did not dare to draw the sword after all.

Because the moment he had that thought.

His Spirit gave a devastating warning.

Let him know, as long as he dares to draw his sword.

Then He will surely fall today!

Even if his master wakes up and descends from the kingdom of heaven, he cannot save him.

"Who is that?" In the eyes of the Lord of Light, the last picture he saw flashed back.

A man who appeared silently.

A man wearing a face mask.

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"Sir..." Nanna turned around and looked at the man in front of him.

The man in the face mask.

He gratefully worshiped: "Your great kindness, how can I repay?"

It was both gratitude and an attempt to hug the thigh.

After all, heaven could kill him once.

Naturally, you can kill him a hundred more times!

Nanna knew very well that He did not say face the 'one and only Omniscient and Almighty Lord'.

Even the seven kings of angels under him can take care of him casually.

Because heaven has destroyed and digested several gods.

Not just one Sumer was swallowed alive.

Solomon's demon gods were not spared either.

Now that the thigh is in front of him, Nanna naturally knows that he should hug him tightly!

Ling Ping'an looked in front of him, the old man who looked like a slave-like maid and wanted to hug his thighs.

He blinked, shook his head, and said arrogantly, "I don't need gratitude from ants!"

This is the truth!

No matter how strong the ants are, they are nothing but ants.

It is the so-called Nanzhou Marching Army Ant that has been blown away by people on the Internet. No matter how many come, in front of humans, it is just something that can be trampled to death with one foot.

If it really doesn't work, you can also set fire to it and spray it with pesticides.

There is always a way to exterminate them.

In his mind, everything in this world is this truth.

Ants in the ant nest.

He can't be bothered to tell the difference!

Nanna suddenly choked, and he wanted to try harder.

Ling Ping'an has already shook his head: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Stay here, planning to wait for me to send you a certificate?!"

Immediately, boundless fear rose in Nanna's heart!

Certificate?

He could naturally hear the meaning expressed in the context of this "adult".

Do you want a certificate of merit for sending you to the West?

He immediately kowtowed obediently: "Let's go now..."

He, who just came back to life, doesn't want to go back.

And He knew that if he died in this hand, it would be a real death!

There is no chance of resurrection!

So, after kowtowing, He walked out of the hall slowly and respectfully.

Coming outside, He saw a human being standing in front of the parking lot.

Nanna looked at him, eyes full of vigilance.

Because, from this man, He felt mortal danger.

This is a human enough to slaughter him!

A human with the power of slaughtering gods!

"The protector of the Urs, salute you!" Nanna said softly.

The other party nodded and said, "Your Excellency, there is something that needs your cooperation..."

Nanna frowned.

"The Prince of Poland is a foreign guest in our country..." The other party said softly, "There has never been an unexplainable death record of a foreign guest in our country..."

"Please do me a favor..."

He was very polite.

But Nanna knew his subtext: If you don't help, I'll kill you!

And he does have that ability!

What's more, Nanna also felt a deadly threat hanging from the clouds.

An incomparably sharp long knife hangs on the top of his head.

That is a god!

And he is a very powerful god!

Guan Shengdijun?

Nanner remembered some information he had learned from Ludvik's memory.

So, He knew the identity of this man.

The only god-slayer in this world right now, the black-clothed guard of this country!

So, Nanna laughed: "The Governor's favor, of course I want to help!"

Would he dare not help?

dare not!

As a result, his body twitched faintly.

A man fell from His body and fell to the ground.

It was the Prince of Poland, Lieutenant General Hurricane Ludwick.

The prince stood up ignorantly, looked around, and asked, "What happened?"

The next second he screamed: "My psionic... my psionic..."

Lieutenant General Hurricane staggered, eyes full of horror.

The strength gained from the blood of the gods finally fell due to the departure of the blood of gods.

Now he is not as good as an ordinary person.

His face was pale and his body was empty.

Nanna didn't care about him, just lightly tapped his feet and floated towards the sky.

For Him, the most important thing right now is to find a place to hide.

Otherwise, if someone were to find him, the one from the White Bone Church would definitely spare no expense in accumulating two hundred years of faith, come out in person, capture him back, and turn him into the wheel of the moon again!

Li Shouyi looked at the Sumerian god walking by the moonlight.

His eyes flickered.

As the strongest among human beings, he is still a god slayer.

Li Shouyi naturally knew that there were more secrets about myth invasion and myth coverage.

Some of these secrets are even related to the nature of the gods.

At this moment, he looked at the Sumerian moon god, flying away in the night, flying into the distance.

He bowed his head.

He remembered some of the secrets he had seen when he beheaded the evil god.

So, a trace of sarcasm floated up at the corner of his mouth.

god?

Ha ha!

Then, he looked at Ludvik, who was already panicking.

"His Royal Highness..." Li Shouyi said softly: "I saved you, should you cooperate with my work?!"

Ludvik, at this moment, has lost the original pride and arrogance.

He understood that his mission as a stone had completely failed.

Not only failed, but also lost all chips.

In Qin Lu society, those who have no bargaining chips are nothing!

Not even a tool!

So, he nodded immediately: "Yes... yes! I will definitely cooperate with you!"

Ludvik knew that with his current situation, as long as he went back, he would definitely die!

The royal family will not forgive him, and neither will the Bone Church and Hell.

No matter which side falls into the hands of, his fate will be extremely miserable.

Instead...

The former enemy has become his only life-saving straw.

Therefore, he was almost like a servant girl and said, "Captain, I will do whatever you want!"

Li Shouyi laughed.

Qin Luren is like this.

In the past three hundred years, the Federal Empire has understood it very clearly!

He smiled: "We look forward to more extensive and in-depth cooperation with His Royal Highness!"

He already knew that after tonight, the world situation will change again!

Just like more than two hundred years ago, the wave of spiritual qi recovery suddenly swept the world.

Suddenly, Qin Luren felt that he could do it again.

As a result, the "Vienna Peace Treaty" that had been signed was torn up and a large number of extraordinary people were gathered to launch the New Qinling Campaign.

It was not until the face of the empire's copper and iron walls was broken and blood was broken that even the king was sent to the guillotine, and he asked for peace again.

Now, it is also normal.

The tide of spiritual energy is rising again.

Soon, the gods who could only rely on festivals to make their move might be able to lift their shackles.

The age of mythology will truly come.

By then...

Li Shouyi understands that the international situation and even the world order must be reshuffled.

So, before that, it's not a bad thing to draw a few more cards in your hand!

…………………………

Lingping yawned.

He looked at the people who were staring at him, like cats and dogs, wagging their tails.

He shook his head.

He has no interest in communicating with these ants.

but……

In the ant nest, he saw a familiar figure.

"Qianye sauce!" Ling Ping'an waved with a smile.

When the Fuso girl heard the words, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Lingsang..." She happily ran over and bowed deeply: "It's really you?"

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

Only Aiko Rigong nodded in her heart.

"What the eldest princess is hinting...is He..." She sighed: "It really is Shangguo...Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

Fortunately, Fusang is used to it.

Over the past thousand years, the Fusang Kingdom has grown accustomed to the country's talent and leadership.

It has long been tacitly acknowledged that he is a country that needs to be led, guided and taught.

It is more of a position to follow and learn wholeheartedly.

Thousands of years are enough to generate extremely powerful inertia.

This inertia makes Fusang people habitually follow even in the era of aura recovery.

"I'm a little hungry..." Lingping touched his stomach and said, "Qianye sauce, make me something to eat!"

He said this very frankly.

Because it's true!

Artists create and perform, but they consume a lot of physical strength and energy.

Chiba Michiko nodded happily: "Okay..."

"What does Lingsang want to eat?"

Ling Ping looked at the girl in front of him, he thought about it seriously, and then said, "Just do it!"

He is a little tired today.

Going back to sleep when you want to fill your stomach.

Chiba Michiko asked, "How about pork chops?"

"Okay!" Lingping nodded and said to her, "Let's go!"

So, ignoring everyone else, took the Fusang girl and went straight out of here.

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In the office building of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Chu Wei put down the phone in her hand, her face full of weirdness.

"What's wrong?" Li Anan asked.

"Captain..." Chu Weiwei said, "Heiyiwei headquarters called...the headquarters said...let us prepare a press release..."

"What announcement?" Li Anan asked.

"The announcement about Prince Ludwick of Poland and Lithuania seeking asylum in our country..." Chu Wei said strangely.

Li An'an raised his head, his face full of shock.

She doesn't understand at all, what the hell is going on in this world?

How many hours has it been?

Has it been twelve hours since His Royal Highness got off the plane?

Isn't he here to make trouble?

How did it become an asylum seeker?

The world of the big man is really scary!

However, she still nodded: "It seems that we are going all night tonight!"

Such a big thing, it must be overnight!

Fortunately, for the extraordinary, it is normal to not sleep for a month.

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Ling Ping sat in the empty restaurant, eating the food sent by Chiba Michiko.

Grilled pork chops, baked tuna, sea urchin steamed eggs...

He quickly swept away.

And then patted, somewhat full stomach.

Although he was still a little hungry, he stopped eating when he looked at the busy and sweaty Fuso girl.

"Thank you for your hard work, Qianye-chan!" he said casually.

"It's not hard!" The Fuso girl bowed happily: "This is what I should do!"

Ling Ping Ping did not refuse like in the past, but still accepted all the flattery from the other party.

Because that's what it should be, rightfully so.

He stood up and said to Chiba Michiko, "Then I'll go back to sleep..."

"You should also sleep early!"

"I'll take you off!" Chiba Michiko said quickly.

"No need!" Ling Ping said: "If you follow me, I'm afraid you will see something not very good..."

He had a hunch that his slaves and falcons were waiting for him.

And those guys are kind of weird.

I'm afraid it will scare the girl.

If you are frightened, you will have nowhere to eat.

Chiba Michiko could only bow her head: "Then go slowly!"

Ling Ping nodded and walked out the door.

Going out the door, the whole hall was empty.

He went straight forward and walked over.

It seemed to pass through a thin layer of fog and appeared in another place.

It was the bookstore he was familiar with.

The posters posted on the walls are still the same as they were posted by him.

He turned on the light and sat down on the counter skillfully.

An old computer, I don't know who opened it.

On the screen, ripples like snowflakes flickered.

He hugged his cat and leaned against the old chair.

In his heart, his reason couldn't help but said: "It seems that I really ate or drank something not very good..."

"There is an illusion of returning home!"

Jiangcheng and the imperial capital are thousands of kilometers apart.

How could it be possible to go home in the blink of an eye?

But in front of him, a figure suddenly appeared.

Dark shadows.

The shadow crawls in front of him.

"Xiao Ao..." Lingping said casually, "You're here!"

"Yes!" The shadow crawls: "My Lord!"