The Endless Shuttle

Therefore, this archangel and the ruler of hell is also yearning for the arrival of purification while he is in hell.

When sacrificing and praying to him, he would order people to prepare holy water for washing to demonstrate his holiness in the kingdom of heaven.

The horns that had been drenched in water began to emit heat.

It was black, ominous, repulsive like a disease.

——This is the symbol of Azazel accepting the sacrifice.

Seeing this wisp of black air, the witches accelerated their dance steps, and their soft waists also began to swing and rotate, pushing the "Dance of Buying Tianyu" to the finish line.

"Please come down, to understand my confusion. Please come down, to wash away my original sin. Please come down, to show your authority. Wind up! This is the request of the children of God, break the rocks, dig the soil , Wind your way up! Get away from your throne, here is the delicious wine that makes people linger, here is all the beauty of the world, please come down, lord of hell..."

All the witches stopped moving, knelt down on the ground like Wangani Yuri, folded their hands together, and recited the incantation to worship Azazel in the "Book of Enoch".

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

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

Boundless, ancient, and full of evil that cannot be resolved.

—Original sin from hell is leaked.

"vomit……"

Finally, in the crowd of witches, a weak maiden stopped singing, covered her mouth that kept vomiting blood with her hands, and twisted on the ground in pain.

Her sisters didn't have time to take care of them at all, everyone was devoting themselves to the spell, and they didn't dare to neglect in the slightest.

This is already the most important part, and the priestesses who are on the scene basically cannot survive if something goes wrong. Not only the authority of the gods, but also the backlash of its own mana.

Simply the girl's condition stopped at vomiting blood. The power of the "boy" protected her internal organs and brain, so that the original sin leaked by the Lord of Hell did not harm her fundamentally. Maybe it can be recovered.

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

——The curser is getting deeper and deeper, and has no intention of sinking.

The witches were intoxicated by the primordial and sublime power of Azazel, unable to extricate themselves.

Even the moon was covered.

In front of Azazel, the authority of the "Angel of the Moon" Sariel was completely despised. The domineering king had become accustomed to the darkness of hell and did not allow any light to appear in his sight.

Looking at the black mist in the sky, Luo Pei narrowed his eyes slightly, and directed at Erica and Liliana.

"It's already here. Before he is fully active, go and take those witches away. If you don't leave, they may never leave."

"Yes!" x2

Liliana and Erica flew away at the same time.

On the way, he changed into an appearance blessed by the "boy", which increased his speed, spell power, strength, and nerve reaction speed.

He quickly knocked out those witches who were already addicted to the spell, and threw them directly off the cliff. Below the mountain were the members of the aftermath of the already arranged spell barrier and the official editing committee, so it was impossible to be injured.

--five minutes.

In such a short period of time, Erica and Liliana used the power of blessing to deal with all the summoned witches and completed the "protection" that Rope had promised.

At the same time, the black mist in the sky finally condensed, and a vague winged human figure loomed in it.

Luo Pei moved his neck, left his seat, came to the foot of the black mist, and looked up at his "father" from bottom to top.

——"Hell Lord" Azazel.

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Chapter 102 Please give me your life

In the black mist, Azazel opened his topaz-colored eyes.

The moment the God of Disobedience descended, the black mist representing original sin was completely sucked into his body, filling the entire mountain with his spell power, and the frozen air almost suffocated the two Ji knights.

Therefore, without the blocking of the black mist, Azazel's form was completely exposed in front of Rope's eyes.

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

On the contrary, Azazel bears glorious six wings.

This is his image as Seraphim in heaven—the chief of the guardian angels, the most beloved son of God.

His appearance is also quite handsome, a kind of gender-neutral beauty, but the arrogance in his brows destroys his sense of beauty, and he seems to be repulsed by others thousands of miles away.

In addition to these, Azazel's body is wrapped around a big snake with dark red scales, reptiles' icy diamond-shaped pupils, and the hot air from the fangs on both sides, all of which prove that it is not just a simple beast .

Luo Pei didn't rush to attack, but just watched Azazel quietly.

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

This is why Rope can call him "Father".

——The commonality of the multiverse.

The throbbing in the blood became more and more obvious, and even Luo Pei's heart was speeding up. I don't know if it was the excitement of thirsting for blood, or the worship buried in the soul of the Nephilim.

The two feelings mixed together, and even made Luo Pei have a crazy idea to devour the flesh and blood of the god in front of him.

But then it was contained.

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

He waved the wings on his back and landed on the ground. He first noticed the blond boy standing in the front.

Not only the aura of the deadly enemy on Luo Pei, but also Azazel, who clearly felt the blood connection, reminding him of his sons sleeping in hell.

"Aren...are you a descendant of Nephilim?"

Azazel's voice was full of magnetism, and carried an old feeling that didn't match his face.

If you close your eyes, you will feel that what you are standing in front of you is not a young man, but a knowledgeable old man and a monarch who has been in power for many years.

"Nice to meet you, Master Azazel."

Luo Pei bowed his head deeply, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and saluted.

"Your son, descendant of Nephilim—Rope, send your greetings."

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