The Endless Shuttle

Lopez has already left his human identity, and accepted everything about himself when he was reincarnated as a Nephilim.

The respect now is not really how much he admires Azazel. Just like every Ching Ming Festival when China goes to worship ancestors, you may never have met the so-called grandpa and great-grandfather, but you still maintain a kind of respect for him from the bottom of your heart in a certain sense.

This is the importance of inheritance between bloodlines.

To cling to one's human identity in a blindfolded way is not nostalgia, it's stupidity.

"interesting."

The corner of Azazel's mouth curled up, and he stretched out his left hand to point at Rope, and outlined a hexagram based on the Nuo language with divine power.

Then, he withdrew his hand.

"It's unbelievable... In this day and age, the blood of Nephilim is still flowing... Breaking away from the limitations of the myth, walking on the earth with a flesh body..."

In just a short time, Azazel verified Rope's bloodline.

To his surprise, the purity of that bloodline did not seem to have lasted for countless years at all, it was almost the same as when the Nephilim was just born, even surpassing Azazel's own son, tearing mountains and rivers apart Gibbling.

"Which line do you belong to? An Shibai? Ariel? Sang Yangsha?"

——"God's Courage" Ariel.

——"The Deceiver" An Shibai.

——"Vice Lord of Guardian Angels" Sang Yangsha.

In Asazler's mouth, almost all of them were famous fallen angels.

According to the records of "Paradise Lost", they followed Azazel to fight against the gods and were finally thrown into hell. Before that, they also committed the same crime as Azazel - impregnating human women.

Therefore, they can also be among the ancestors of the Nephilim.

Different bloodlines have different talents, just like the descendants of Ariel can manipulate the wind and atmosphere, the descendants of An Shibai can inspire people's hearts, and the descendants of Sang Yangsha are not afraid of injury and are born with superb medical skills.

But Lopei does not belong to them, it is the Nephilim of the outside world, a fighting rebel nation!

Born of thunder, drinking the blood of devils and angels, neither black nor white - the gray of doom.

Luo Pei shook his head and denied it.

"No, I don't know which lineage I belong to. When I woke up, I was in the dark void, and I didn't return to this rich world until recently."

"The lost son..."

Azazel touched the poisonous snake on his body.

The dark red snake coiled up into a throne shape on its back very obediently, so that its master could rest.

"It's amazing, it's the first time I've seen an existence like you." Azazel's topaz-colored pupils stared at Rope, as if wanting to see the depths of his soul.

"Not only detached from the myth, you seem to have killed pagan gods, right?"

"Exactly, father."

Lopez called Azazel his father very naturally, and the disobedient King of Angels didn't have any objections, instead, the corners of his lips curled up happily.

"I killed those pagan evil gods with my own power, usurped their rights, and became one of the six Campiones on the earth."

"The witch's secret method... Killing the four pillars of the gods is a strong child."

Azazel nodded and smiled gratifiedly.

Don't think that this demon king has any special views on Rope. He just has a good impression of the Nephilim giant who helped him win the battle for king in hell.

"My son, if we meet in hell, then I will definitely give you the richest reward. It's a pity that this body is already disobedient, and all kinds of promises are just empty words."

Azazel gathered his divine power and held the golden goat scepter in his left hand—that was his authority.

"However, since you have summoned me, it is not easy for you to return empty-handed. Tell your wish. Whether it is becoming the king of this world, or all the beauties, I can make your wish come true."

The Archangel in charge of "Pride" and "Lust" has the capital to make this promise.

Luo Pei smiled and saluted again.

"Thank you for your care."

Raising his head, his blue eyes stared playfully at Azazel on the snake seat, and asked slowly.

"I don't know if father...can you give me your life?"

Chapter 103: Patricide Lopez

The air froze.

On the platform at the top of the mountain, the original joyful atmosphere completely disappeared, and just one sentence made the grumpy fallen angel governor's face darken.

His topaz-colored eyes fixed on Rope, and the scales of "snake" began to appear on his cheeks due to anger.

——It was scarlet, the color of disaster.

Not only that, but the hell snake under him also sensed his master's unhappiness, and made a threatening sound of 'hissing'.

As long as Azazel gives an order, the serpent of hell will leave venomous tooth marks on this rebellious Nephilim, just like what he did to Raphael.

"What are you talking about?"

The golden goat scepter cracked the ground with a light strike.

"As a legacy of my bloodline, but you say such offensive words, could it be that you summoned me to get a curse instead of a blessing?"

Disobedience to elders was an unimaginable crime in the Age of Gods.

Not to mention that Luo Pei is bluntly saying that he wants to take Azazel's life.

"That's not the case, my lord father."

Luo Pei spread his palms, signaling the big snake pet not to act rashly, and talked freely.

"For me, who loves fighting by nature, the sweetest gift is "power". But now I have stood at the pinnacle of this world, and even a disobedient god who is equal to you has few opponents. In such a situation, even if you grant me some minor abilities, it will not be enough to satisfy the hunger for power. "

For the godslayer, only the power of the gods is worth pursuing.

Other things, such as magic, magic eyes, superpowers, etc., are no longer on the same level, no matter how much you have, it will not help your strength.

What's more, Luo Pei himself is a Cthulhu mystic, with as many hidden powers as there are, and I don't know how many times higher than this world, so how can he sacrifice the basics.

— Not to mention the desire hidden in the blood.