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"Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

The little man let go, and a woman fell at his feet, covered in blood, with four blades stuck in her throat.

He shrugged: "Well, actually, I don't know what that sentence means, or what allusions there are. I just watched an old movie, and there was a pale man in it who said this sentence, and I liked it very much."

"By the way, I'm sorry you can't respond to my joke. I'm just heartbroken, you know? Rachel Gurley. I'm really heartbroken."

The little man squatted down and unbuttoned his suit by the way to avoid any unexpected accidents. He reached out, stroked Rachel Gurley's devastated face lightly, and said softly, "Why did you say the word short to me? I mean, you're in the corner of the dance floor chatting, chatting, chatting with your friends. I don't care about the men in the bar."

"But why..." His expression suddenly turned hideous. "Why do you say I'm 'short and cute'? Do you think I want to be born small?! God damn it! The Creator has set an image for everyone, and this is what I've been assigned to!"

He stomped his feet in exasperation, his shoes hitting the floor between jumps with a disturbing monotonous sound. Under the moonlight, in the back alley of an empty bar, he was bouncing around a woman who had not yet died, with a grim expression on his face.

"Do you think I want to kill people everywhere for her? No, you're wrong! I also want to be like those bastards called Gabriel who can convince everyone in the world to die for them just because of their beauty, but I can't! Because I'm not Gabriel! I'm the average angel among the many!"

He was hoarse, and the veins on his neck were swollen. He pulled his tie to make himself feel better, and a golden light lit up in the Tong Kong: "I don't want this either! I don't want it either! You forced me! Why do you have so much on each of you? sin, why? God, Rachel! Why are you talking about me behind my back?"

He raised his foot and pressed Rachel's cheek with the leather shoe, the muscles on his face trembling: "Why, you want to commit this sin?"

"You know what, Rachel? I want you to feel guilty about me every moment from now on, because of you, I only killed seventeen people tonight! I should have doubled the number! You know if I wasn't there in time If I kill all the people in this world, what will heaven do to me?"

After saying this, he adjusted his tie, sniffled again, and turned to leave here. He just lifted his foot, but froze, a tall and thin man stood at the entrance of the alley, staring at him quietly.

The eyes were so quiet,

It disturbed him so much, and that face—

The little man was stunned.

"Yes, is it you?" he murmured. "It's you? It's you. It's you!"

"you you you!"

His fingers were trembling, and he kept shaking at He Shenyan, as if he had suddenly got epilepsy. Tears welled up in the little man's eyes, he covered his mouth like weeping with joy, knelt on his knees, and began to pray devoutly on the spot.

"Father Almighty, you have shown me no more grace than you! The sinner is near Chichi, right in front of my eyes!"

He put his hands together and said loudly, "I will sacrifice his head for you!"

He Shenyan just looked at him quietly, without saying a word or doing anything. He just stood there with his bare hands, without even gathering any magic power. The little man stood up and walked up to him step by step. Every time he took a step, his body rose an inch, and by the time he reached the mage, the little man had disappeared.

It was replaced by a tall humanoid with a face like a lake. It had perfect body proportions, but was extremely tall, at least six meters long, with six pairs of holy wings on its back.

It stretched out its hand, grabbed He Shenyan, and took him to the top of a certain mountain in an instant. Its voice resounded like a thunder in the sky. At this moment, all churches and all believers in the world could hear the voice of this creature, and even see its appearance and the mage in its hands.

In their sight, it was a devil burning with brimstone flames. The devout believers exclaimed and knelt on the ground. They touched their foreheads to the ground and began to kneel.

"Listen!" it growled. "Her lamb! I have caught the devil that destroys the world, cracks the earth, and burns everything with fire!"

"Look!" It raised its hand again. "The devil is in my hands!"

"I will kill it in your presence! To teach you that disobedience to the teachings of the Lord is sinful and punishable! Stay pure, Lambs! Then you will be drawn to heaven!"

"Are you finished?" the devil asked softly. "I have to say, your demagogic words and skills really don't rank among your peers, and pimps are more passionate than you when bargaining."

It froze: "What?"

He Shenyan yawned.

"I was just thinking about how to kill you, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to open the hole card - I mean, this is a good move."

The mage grinned, revealing his white teeth. He leaned between the angel's fingers, watching its growing body, smiling more and more brilliantly.

"Absorbing faith is a good trick. But what you did is a bit rough, Angel. You should absorb their souls together, so maybe I will have some scruples when I start."

The angel was furious, and its voice reverberated in the hearts of all believers in the world. Let them shed tears in awe, trembling and lying on the ground begging the angel's forgiveness. Of course, there are many more people who are cursing the devil in the hands of the angel.

Their voices gradually became one with the angels.

"You shameless demon who doesn't repent even when he is about to die!" The angel folded his fingers. "Repent! Because your time of death has come! And our Lord is the most merciful. If you repent, she will let you enter the land of supreme glory!"

"Fuck you."

He Shenyan scolded coldly. In order to ensure that this sentence could be understood by people from any country, he even released a translation spell intimately. In the next second, golden flames began to burn on the surface of his body. Psionic flames from those who hated religion the most were kindled over this strange world.

The next second, the angel's palm began to burn.

Its holy flesh and blood turned into a glass-like substance in an instant, clear and transparent, and the huge white bones were clearly visible within it. On the top of the mountain, the cold wind whistled past, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the flames were slowly blooming.

It howled in pain.

It was seen that the devil came out of the palm of the angel. It was like some kind of magic from hell, and the angel fell to his knees and screamed in pain. The sound made them cry bitterly, wishing to exchange their own death for the angel's pain relief.

And the devil was unmoved.

"The Land of Glory?" said the devil coldly, and then laughed. Sharp teeth protruded from his lips. "Sooner or later I'll find your little place and burn it down."

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New York, St. John's Cathedral.

Inside this Gothic church, a gray-haired man wearing a priest's robe raised his hands in grief. He took off the cross necklace he was wearing on his chest, held it tightly in his hand, and prayed devoutly.

"O Lord. Look at us with wise eyes, the devil from the burning land is poisoning your messenger, who is about to approach your lamb. O Lord, I beseech you to send down your merciful Manna, save us all..."

"John Trick."

A kind voice suddenly sounded in this Gothic church, and the voice echoed in this grand, majestic hall that could even accommodate thousands of believers. It echoed among the frescoes, statues and huge ivory columns, and echoed in John Trick's ears.

He raised his head in fear and stared at the man in front of him who was slowly walking down from the cross, with blood dripping from his hands and feet. Hot tears flowed from his eyes, and he naturally knelt on the ground.

The Son of God came to him, raised his hand, stroked the top of his head, and asked softly, "Are you willing to give your life for the Lord?"

"I do, Jesus! To teach you that I am willing to devote myself to the faith!" Father John answered in a hoarse, trembling voice.

"very good."

Jesus laughed.

He is made of stone, so when he laughs, the skin on his face cracks inch by inch, and pieces of stone fly out. But it didn't matter because Father John didn't look up at all. He could not see the greed in Jesus' eyes, nor the golden light hidden under his broken skin.

All he felt was a rush of warmth, and this ignorant man thought he had passed Jesus' final test and was about to ascend to heaven. The golden light became stronger and stronger, and he thought it was time to raise his head and stare at the golden gate that was said to descend in front of everyone.

——So, he raised his head and saw Jesus with naked facial muscles and bones.

The Son of God gave him a stern smile, a smile that should have been kind and full of divinity so penetrating under the unholy golden light, John realized something at the last moment of his life.

But that was too late.

Jesus stretched out his hand and hugged him. John's bones began to shatter and crumble. His spine and ribs let out an overwhelmed whimper, and his eyeballs were squeezed out of their sockets by the tremendous force, and they fell to the ground, dripping with blood. He was crushed by Jesus' foot.

He hugged him and walked all the way to the door. In the process, Jesus disappeared, and so did Father John, and in the end, there was a completely naked black-haired man. He has a thick beard, wheat-colored skin, and a pitying face.

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