Rebel Demon King

Diletta Leotta glanced at the naked-eye 3D electronic clock on the bedside table. Floating in the air was 2029:12 AM on December 31, 5. Seeing that it was not long before the morning broadcast she hosted, she got up directly, took off the black plastic fake dick she was wearing, placed it on the retro carved bedside table, and then looked at Robert, who was sleeping soundly. Crawford cursed a few times in his heart, washed himself briefly, called the driver, and went directly to the press center.

In the early morning, Paris was still immersed in sleep before dawn, and the morning star had just shined in the east. But the streets are already filled with festive joy. Balloons, flowers, lanterns, huge inflatable castles and furry dolls are all displayed all over the streets of Paris. Those who had not booked a hotel and were sleeping in tents had already been chased away by Paris city managers who were armed with ammunition. They were packing up their tents and taking pictures at the same time. Therefore, even though it was not yet dawn, the streets were already bustling with activity.

When they arrived at the live broadcast center near the Eiffel Tower, Diletta Leotta quickly changed her clothes and put on her makeup. Diletta Leotta glanced at the electronic screen opposite the live broadcast station, which displayed real-time ratings. and the number of people online.

It is the global holiday, and bored people, whether at home or on vacation, will pay attention to the "Wedding of the Century" in Paris and FOX's "Wedding of the Century 24 Hours". Intermittent interactive live broadcasts, thus earning a lot of traffic. So even in the morning, there are usually 20 to 30 million people online in the live broadcast room. This number is unimaginable in normal times, but during the "Wedding of the Century", it is just a starting number. You must know that during the peak hours in the afternoon and evening, you can often Breaking 100 million.

Diletta Leota had sex with Robert Crawford, but she didn't know whether this kind of sex was considered to be her sex with Robert Crawford or her being fucked. She had not yet clarified the relationship. This may not matter, but she sacrificed herself and got two prime-time live broadcast host jobs in the morning and evening. This is a long-term deal, and sometimes she thinks that the difference between her and a skilled woman is that she not only has to sell her body at night for the entertainment of these devils, but also has to sell her soul during the day to work hard for these devils.

“It’s such a fucked up society.”

She watched the numbers on the screen keep jumping up, from more than 27 million to more than 40 million in an instant. She raised her hand to pull her already low-cut dress down a little lower, revealing a piece of white hair. In her heart, she was cursing that everyone was a prostitute and a bitch. She climbed on the screen with confidence. Live broadcast station.

"Hello everyone, this is Fox TV's 'Wedding of the Century' live broadcast room. Maybe you have been paying attention to this most solemn wedding in the world's history all night long. Maybe you just woke up and picked up your phone and clicked on our live broadcast room. , please don’t leave, because we have the most detailed program and guest list here. There are less than ten hours left before the official opening of the wedding ceremony of His Majesty Napoleon and Queen Athena. But it actually starts at twelve noon, There will be celebrations held one after another in Paris. At 12 noon on the Champs Elysées, there will be a romantic wedding dress exhibition on Flower Street. Global supermodels and major brands will gather here to show everyone an unprecedented wedding dress show."

Diletta Leota was playing a press release and when the commercial break was about to go off, she glanced at the real-time number of viewers in the live broadcast room. She was shocked. When she first came on stage, this number was There were more than 37 million, but half an hour later, the number of online viewers did not rise but dropped, from almost 4,500 to more than 10 million. She was so panicked that her breathing became rapid, and she almost forgot to watch The teleprompter caused a live broadcast accident.

More than 10 million online people would be acceptable in normal times, but on the day when the "Wedding of the Century" is about to take place, it will be an absolute nightmare. She knew that Robert Crawford was a pervert who liked to be stabbed. Even though she served him so comfortably that he told her endless sweet words in bed and made promises that would definitely make her famous. , but as long as her performance does not meet expectations, that bastard will abandon her mercilessly.

When the director signaled the advertisement to come in and the advertisement screen popped up on the screen, Diletta Liotta immediately took off her earphones and asked loudly and panicked: "Cruz, what's going on? Why is there no change in the ratings, but the live broadcast The number of people online has dropped so much during this period? Is there something wrong with the statistics?"

"No, it's not. It seems... because of an unexpected situation! All the viewers in the live broadcast room have left!"

"What's the sudden situation?" Diletta Leotta frowned and asked in confusion, "What's the sudden situation?"

"Someone was scrolling in the live broadcast room, saying, 'Benner Nielsen has started broadcasting, and he is live broadcasting Lucifer's clearance of the Blood Moon Mode in the Ruins of Ancient Babylon'! They are also scrolling through the website of 'Spark Media'"

"Lucifer?" Diletta Leotta raised her hands, and the world trembled. "Is there any mistake? Why did the big devil jump suddenly?"

She suddenly remembered the conversation she heard on the phone between Robert Crawford and Benner Nielsen yesterday in the bedroom. She was horrified and asked loudly: "Starfire Media? Benner Nielsen?"

"Yes, it's Benner Nelson and his apprentice Loren Gray who are live broadcasting. Now they are being hunted down. It has a double effect, so there are a lot of people watching."

"How many are there in particular?"

"It's more than 300 million, and it's still growing rapidly." Cruz shook his head, "Now the Internet has exploded. Whether it's 'X' or 'Big Eye', whether it's YouTube or Bilibili, whether it's Tik Tok It’s still on Douyin. Besides ‘Wedding of the Century’, the top trending search is ‘Lucifer and the Blood Moon’!”

"Oh my God!" Diletta Leotta hugged her head. Her heart was beating wildly and she hurried to the edge of the live broadcast station. "Make the commercial longer, I have to give Crowe a quick message." President Fu is calling."

However, the moment she took out her phone, she felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure in her heart, as if she was happy to see this dirty world destroyed.

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After comforting Diletta Leotta not to make a fuss, the sleepy Robert Crawford hung up on Diletta Leotta and continued to lie on the bed and used the "aerial projection" function of his mobile phone to open "X". In the darkness, the page of " It’s “Less than twelve hours until the wedding of the century”, and the fourth trend is “Benner Nielsen’s Death Live Broadcast”.
Seeing the fourth trend, he couldn't help but smile, and naturally felt that this was just a well-planned hype. He snorted and clicked in casually. The first tweet to be retweeted was a video. He clicked play and waited patiently to see what Benner Nielsen was up to.

The iron-like night curtain was burned away by fireworks, and the faint starlight was like a huge water lantern floating on the sea, forming a river of lights. In the glow of the sky, the moon lost some of its blood color and transformed into a red lantern hanging on a high tower, swaying and floating in the cool evening breeze, exuding a festive atmosphere. Not far away, the giant statues of angels standing on both sides of the avenue floated lightly into the sky at some point. They made a vast sound, and melodious, ancient and solemn notes danced in the sky like a sacrificial dance. They changed their formations and lined up on both sides of Cheng Mo gradually and orderly, as if they were waiting, welcoming, waiting and welcoming their king to walk across the red carpet and onto the throne. At this moment, the eye on the top of the tower, which had been wandering and searching persistently, fixed its direction and shone a bright beam of light on the only person floating in the air, like a spotlight. The only protagonist in this dark world.

This picture is played in other people's eyes frame by frame. Every frame is a blockbuster movie, and every frame is a pupil earthquake.

Especially when the little man under the spotlight began to walk in the air, and the giant statue of an angel that was a murderous weapon just now changed its formation according to his footsteps, the scene was extremely unreasonable. People couldn't figure out why Lucifer would appear so casually in the "Land of Ancient Babylonian Ruins", but he just appeared there, without any guilt for the sins he had committed, and without any trace of fear that the whole world was chasing him. He was afraid that he would appear at a certain point on the historical timeline in a calm, comfortable and spotless manner.

The 8K picture scrolls frame by frame.

The expansion of every pore and the movement of every particle in the air are real.

"It doesn't look like special effects."

Robert Crawford immediately had the answer in his mind. He broke out in a cold sweat and sat up from the bed. He quickly jumped out of the bed, grabbed the nightgown on the sofa chair and put it on casually. Picked up the phone, although the aerial projection function is very convenient, the playback quality is still not comparable to the mobile phone screen or head-mounted display. The more he read, the more frightened he became, and he quickly scrolled down the comments.

"Lucifer!? Is it really Lucifer? Is there any real evidence?"

"Lucifer doesn't look like this. I was at the 'Twilight Battle' that year, and Lucifer even toasted me."

"What you said upstairs is right. I was also there. I was the table."

"What does it look like from a movie?"

"If you suspect that this is not Lucifer's, you can watch the live broadcast of Benner Nelson and Loren Gray. This is 100% Lucifer. The two of them are facing pursuit because of their live broadcast of Lucifer's Attack on the Blood Moon. The line is temporarily disconnected, but the live broadcast has not stopped yet."

"I'm watching fxxk, it's really exciting. Benner Nielsen worked really hard for the live broadcast. He didn't even broadcast the wedding of Napoleon VII and went straight to Baghdad. Now the people of the Yirak Guard are looking for him and Loren... Gray, both of us are in danger, we don’t know if we can survive!”

"Good brother~Give me a live broadcast URL!"

"Same request!!!"

"www.sparkshow_tv.net, brothers, come to the live broadcast room!"

He flipped through other hot posts anxiously. The above key conversation appeared in several tweets. There is no doubt that this is an automatic reply from a robot. As long as the keyword is triggered, the robot will use it. account to clear up doubts and give the live broadcast URL.

As a media practitioner, he is keenly aware that it is absolutely impossible for Lucifer or these videos to appear at this sensitive moment by coincidence.

At this moment, not only him, but also the entire human race, once again stood at a certain historical node, or a turning point.

Groups of goosebumps crawled onto Robert Crawford's skin. He tightened the belt of his nightgown, walked to the toilet, and sat on the toilet with a nervous expression. After a lot of tangles, he was just about to dial the number of his boss, Mo Doc, when the phone he held tightly in his hand rang, and the prompt "Boss" popped up on the screen. He was startled and quickly pressed the answer button. He couldn't wait to hear it. Said: "Boss, do you still remember the news I said yesterday? About the 'Blood Moon' model of the 'Land of Ancient Babylonian Ruins'."

Murdoch's gloomy dying voice came from the other end of the phone, "I have seen it. That's why I called you specifically to ask you, what did Benner Nelson tell you?"

"He just told me that Al Jazeera has the live broadcast rights of 'Blood Moon'. Someone spent 30 billion on this live broadcast rights. He thought we could cooperate with him to buy the live broadcast rights."

"that's it?"

"He also said," Robert Crawford coughed, "that this is a good opportunity to say that we have never beaten ABC and CNN. This is a good opportunity."

The boss, who was always very sensitive to this topic, had no reaction at all, but asked quickly: "He didn't mention Lucifer?"

"No." Robert Crawford said categorically, "Absolutely not, I swear in the name of the Creator." Seeing that there was no more voice coming from the other side of the phone, he said cautiously, "Could it be Lucifer? He showed up. The method is a bit too casual, right?"

"Whatever? Haha, do you think he should appear at the climax of the wedding of Napoleon VII and Athena according to the script you wrote, and then fight Napoleon VII in front of the world's audience? Let us make enough money Ratings???"

"I just don't believe that Lucifer did this unintentionally, but I can't figure out why he did it."

"Because Your Majesty the Holy Maiden."

"Her Majesty?" Robert Crawford, who is also a veteran in the media industry, suddenly realized, "Is Her Majesty trying to clear his name?"

"The private equity company that first agreed to invest in Benner Nelson was 'Rolfe Investments', which penetrated the equity. Its owner was Hyles Gardner, who was the former commander of the USS Ford, Scott. Wife of H. Byrd. Scott H. Byrd resigned after the Ford was destroyed and was rehired by the German Guard. His son established a security company, Golden Blessing, which was named "Satan Advent" has provided secret services. His wife registered "Rolfe Investments" with Hyles Gardner. And the person who bought Al Jazeera's "Blood Moon" live broadcast rights was a fund registered in the Virgin Islands Yes, this company belongs to the Gerald Foundation. This foundation has a director, Sepe Price Jackson, who is famous for publishing "Memoirs of the Twilight Campaign". He and Benner Nelson belong to the same A member of the 'Satan Advent' sect, but Sepe Price Jackson is a core member, and Benner Nelson is just a peripheral member. In addition, there is an interesting relationship, Scott H. Byrd is a member of Sepe P. Price Jackson's former immediate boss" there was silence on the other end of the phone, "They are testing Benner Nelson."

"What?" Robert Crawford jumped up from the toilet and almost hit the low ceiling. "You mean this is all caused by that little bastard Morgan?"

The supporter behind "The Coming of Satan" is the former Fourth Divine General John Chris Morgan. This is no secret within Stargate. In addition, Robert Crawford also knew another unknown clue. The godfather of Laura Prince Morgan, the wife of John Chris Morgan, was the former Pope Constantine. As the current pope, Saint Hier, if she wants to cleanse the Western world of the sins committed by Lucifer, she must either take the path of the lizard people who control the hegemony of public opinion, or she must unite with the Angsa gang. , completely burying the lizard people.

"You know? Almost most of the participants in the blood moon mode are directly or indirectly related to Lucifer. The stories behind them are worth pondering. So..." the toothless old man opposite said through gritted teeth, "This is a certificate of surrender! It is a certificate of surrender dedicated to Lucifer by Angsa's group of useless bandits! This time, these bastards are kneeling faster than the French!"

Robert Crawford took a breath and said with a wry smile: "Napoleon VII is not in a condition to kneel. If it weren't for Athena, he might be able to raise the white flag faster than he can take off his pants."

"Don't underestimate the power of Lord Edward and us lizardmen. We have controlled this world behind the scenes for four thousand years, and we will not give our power to others so easily."

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"arrive."

Nicholas, who was flying in front of Cheng Mo, slowly landed under the Tower of Babel. The base of this towering bamboo-shaped building is even more majestic than the Colosseum, and not only can you not see the top at a glance. It's so close that even the edges on both sides can't be seen. The tower is surrounded by densely packed limestone pillars and giant arches composed of stone pillars. Elegant and majestic, it embodies a dark, gloomy and heavy sense of vicissitudes of life. It's like it has always been standing here, bearing the weight of sins and supporting the sky that is about to collapse.

"But countless people still want to tear it down."

Cheng Mo lowered his head and slowly landed in the wind. From the square to the base of the majestic circular base like a mountain, there are three wide stairs. At the end of the stairs is a rectangular building independent of the base. An eleven-meter-high bronze door with a carved one-eye is embedded in the In the middle of the rectangular building made of large rocks, it looks like a majestic mountain gate. Looking up, both the materials and shape of the building are somewhat similar to the temple in the Garden of Eden.

This made Cheng Mo feel inexplicably alert. It had been a long time since he had experienced the oppressive feeling brought by the unknown. Today, this feeling had crossed the boundary of fear that he had expanded to infinity.

"what happens?"

With a trace of fear, Cheng Mo stepped on the square paved with huge stones. He didn't know why Nicholas didn't land directly in front of the door, but at the bottom of the steps. He guessed it was because the mechanism that opened the door was under the steps.

Sure enough, Nicholas, who was in front of him, walked a few steps quickly and stopped in front of the steps in front of the one-eye decoration made of colorful mosaic stones. Nicholas squatted down and stuffed the metal ball he obtained from the "Seven-tone Snake" statue into the one-eye decoration under the steps. The mosaic bricks that formed the pupil in the middle of the one-eye decoration kept turning like a Rubik's cube until all It turned into a golden metal surface and re-formed a round of golden pupils. Immediately, a ray of light flashed across the smooth metal surface, reflecting the red light of the blood moon. It hit the one-eye in the middle of the bronze door, and the bronze door, which was about the height of a three-story building, slowly opened.

At the same time, the roar of neat steps came from the end of the square, and the whole earth trembled for a while. Cheng Mo looked back and saw that the giant angel statues that had been floating in two rows had landed on the ground. They were like robots with extremely standard movements, striding quickly along the edge of the square from the left and right sides. This scared the group of instructors and students who had been chasing behind them. They screamed and fled in all directions amidst the rumbling footsteps. There was only one shadow, desperately crossing the angel colossus and running in their direction. However, these terrifying war machines holding musical instruments did not move at all. They marched forward in uniform steps, moving like mountains. They quickly climbed up the steps and stopped on both sides of the mountain gate. He stepped forward and stood as a pacesetter to defend Chengmo.

Cheng Mo wasn't interested in such a scene, nor did he care about the figure running towards him, and turned his head expressionlessly.

However, Nicholas stared at these angel statues in shock for a while before he realized what he was doing under Cheng Mo's gaze. He made a gesture of invitation to him and said in panic in standard Chinese: "Boss, if you go in, it's the Stations of the Cross. That’s the ‘Heavenly Road’.”

Cheng Mo nodded and was about to take a step when an urgent shout came from behind, "Brother Sailen!" He turned around again and saw Rebecca running towards her. Her blond hair was hanging behind her back, and her tight-fitting camouflage uniform was full of signs of damage. She was in an awkward posture, with a face full of tears, staring at him timidly, wanting to get closer, but not daring to get close.

"Rebecca"

A smile appeared on Cheng Mo's expressionless face, and his cold voice became friendly. Rebecca couldn't bear it any longer, ran a few steps, and threw herself into Cheng Mo's arms, "Brother Sailen, I finally see you."

Rebecca's delicate body suddenly trembled in his arms, as if she had lost all her strength, could not stand, and would collapse to the ground at any time. Cheng Mo supported her body with half support and half hug, and gave her a warm hug, but kept a little distance from Rebecca so as not to be too intimate.

He was still paying attention to these details, but Rebecca could no longer suppress her excitement. The tears that had been swirling in her eyes suddenly burst and quickly soaked a large area on the front of her pajamas. Even though he couldn't see it, he could feel it. Rebecca gritted her teeth and tried hard not to cry out, but her body was shaking uncontrollably, and her thin sobs found a gap, and finally got through. It came out between his lips and teeth, climbed along his body, and lingered in his ears.

This kind of plot is a sudden accident, as strange as an unexpected violent storm. He originally thought that he had long been far away from the little girl in his arms. The distance between time and space had turned the two of them into strangers, but it seemed that the power of time and space was not as strong as he imagined.

In this meandering cry, he lost his sense of time and fell deeply into some intoxicating emotion like old wine. Until Nicholas said: "Rebecca, don't waste the boss's time."

Rebecca reluctantly took two steps back and broke away from his arms. Even though she had some close contact, she still didn't dare to look at him. She lowered her head and wiped her tears shyly. She was completely different from the careless and informal little boy he had been not long ago. She moved her lips and whispered softly: "Brother Sailen, I really didn't know it was you just now. Mainly. Mainly because I really can't believe that happiness comes so suddenly. All these years, I have dreamed of seeing you again. "Sister Hiyer," she said, her face that she had just wiped clean was covered with blurry tears, "I also miss Sister Hiyer so much. I want to tell you. I study hard and live a good life. I live a good life every day." I’m so happy and I’ve become the Chosen One!”

Sincere gratitude surged over like a huge wave. Looking at Rebecca, who was in pear blossoms and raining with rain, Cheng Mo was even more at a loss than Rebecca. He didn't know how to respond appropriately, and pushed up his glasses awkwardly, " The person who saved you back then was Sister Hiyer and I actually didn’t do anything.”

Rebecca raised her head and shook her head vigorously, "You have done enough. If it weren't for you, not only Nicholas and I, but also Sister Hiyer wouldn't be able to survive."

Cheng Mo smiled and said, "If you don't blame me for not reminding your parents, I'll be very satisfied."

Rebecca was silent for a few seconds and then laughed again, "Brother Salem is still as good at chatting as before!"

Cheng Mo scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Are you so incapable of chatting?"

"Haha~" Rebecca put her hands on her hips and smiled happily, "Actually, I couldn't believe it just now. You would show up so easily, but now I believe it."

Cheng Mo also smiled, and the ice and snow accumulated in his chest gradually melted away as if encountering the spring breeze. Some thoughts hidden deep in my heart broke through the ice again and sprouted. He looked at the tall tower in front of him and sighed in his mind, "I'm so sorry, Master, I'm neither an idealist nor a defender."

Nicholas noticed Cheng Mo's eyes and thought he was worried about not having enough time, so he immediately said: "Rebecca, don't waste the boss's time anymore."

Rebecca's expression was still full of nostalgia, but her body nodded hurriedly. She stared at Cheng Mo intently, and hesitated to speak, then raised her hand to wipe the tears still swirling in her eyes. She seemed to have something to say, but I couldn't say it out loud.

Cheng Mo raised his hand and stroked Rebecca's hair, and said softly: "Come in with me! I will take you through the customs."

Rebecca was overjoyed, then hesitated and asked, "Is it really okay?"

Cheng Mo put down his hand and said with a smile: "Don't you believe Brother Sailen?" Rebecca quickly shook her head, "No, no." She said with a slightly red cheek, "I'm afraid that I'm not good enough in this ranking. The poor level will delay Brother Sailen’s affairs.”

"It's okay." Cheng Mo turned around and stepped up the steps. Just after walking a few steps, another shout came from behind.

"Lord Lucifer, you can't forget us! We can be a team!"

This sound is endless and delicate, and it sounds like the clip sound used by Garbo to seduce men. He turned around and saw Jiabao and Jin Zhuji walking in front. Li Rongxuan lowered her head, letting her long hair cover her pretty face, staring at the floor, and walked slowly not far from the two people. A little further behind her, the students who had dispersed gathered together again, wandering not far but not near, looking at Jiabao's back longingly, wanting to come over, but not daring to come.

Although he was still wearing the casual pajamas, Lucifer's name was the Blood Crown, and they looked at him from afar like they were looking at a monster. I wanted to come over just to see him up close, but I didn't dare to come over because of his illustrious reputation.

He didn't look at those people much, and asked Nicholas and Rebecca to wait for him at the entrance, while he watched Jiabao and Jin Zhuji quickly run in front of him. At this time, Li Rongxuan raised his head, as if studying the mottled patterns on the rocks, walking slower and slower, as if he had no intention of coming here at all.

Garbo seemed to have forgotten how vulgar she was not long ago, and she also seemed unaware that standing in front of her was a devil that everyone knew. She opened her hands to Cheng Mo and said with a sweet smile: "Instructor Mary just received a hug from you. I wonder if I can get one too?"

I don’t know why Garbo changed her clothes. She took off her tight-fitting golden "Snake Queen" combat uniform and put on a light pink sequined dress that wrapped her breasts. The silky long legs are also shining with an alluring luster, and their beauty level directly surpasses that of many Hollywood actresses. Of course, the main reason why they can be beaten is that Hollywood is too politically correct now. Female stars are either short, fat, or monsters. In short, there are not many normal ones.

Even though Cheng Mo had been through the storm for a long time, he was almost stunned by this unexpected straight ball. He was still stunned for a second or two before he said angrily: "No."

Jiabao showed no frustration at all and pouted, "Then I can still follow you and pass the level, right?"

Ordinary people may not be aware of Garbo's scheming, but a master like Cheng Mo who is proficient in psychology will naturally see through Garbo's "concession effect". But he didn't hate Garbo. She dared to open her hands to him. This kind of courage made her transcend the category of ordinary women. But the thought of Garbo being the vice-president of the "Road Stick" organization made him feel uncomfortable, so he didn't answer whether Garbo was OK or not, and asked calmly: "Where's Magnus?"

Jiabao pretended not to hear, and turned to look at Li Rongxuan, who was still a hundred or two hundred meters away, "Li Rongxuan~! You weren't running very fast just now, why are you so timid now and hiding so far away? Could it be that you are shy when you see your idol? Bar?"

This time it was Cheng Mo's turn to pretend not to hear and looked at Jin Zhuji again.

Jiabao glanced at Cheng Mo secretly, and when he saw that he didn't respond, he rolled his eyes and immediately jumped down the stairs and ran towards Li Rongxuan.

Jin Zhuji, on the other hand, did not dare to look at Cheng Mo. He quickly lowered his eyes and put away his usual cynical attitude. He was like a child who combed his back to pretend to be an adult. He coughed and said solemnly in smooth Chinese: "He, he...he went back to the students and didn't come over."

Cheng Mo could tell what was going on from Jin Zhuji's hesitating tone, and joked: "Are you afraid that being with someone like me will affect the image of their royal family?"

Kim Joo-ki straightened his body, feeling sweaty and nervous even in the cold season, and whispered: "I don't know, but maybe because this is a live broadcast, he has something difficult."

Cheng Mo asked with interest: "Then why aren't you afraid?"

"I am different! If it weren't for you, our country would not be able to fully open up, let alone complete the great cause of reunification!" Kim Joo-ki gritted his teeth and said in a high-pitched voice, "The sky is so big and the earth is so big. Lord Lucifer’s kindness is great. Father and mother are not as deep as Lord Lucifer’s kindness! Lord Lucifer’s kindness is not over yet!”

Cheng Mo's head hurt, he rolled his eyes and said, "I don't know if you are scolding me or not."

"No, no, no" Jin Zhuji shook his head hurriedly, and the tears in his eyes almost flew away, "Maybe others can't understand you, but it's impossible for us high-level people not to understand you. We have endured unreasonable sanctions for so long , it was your nuclear bomb that killed those gangsters and bandits, released the shackles on us, and saved the third world from being exploited. You are a great benefactor to us people in the third world. As for whether your methods are too extreme? We privileged people understand innately, not at all, that if you want to change the evil world order, you can only be more evil than them. What's more, in terms of population ratio, the proportion of people who died this time is much smaller than in the second war. Yes, these are all your good deeds, your greatest kindness to the world!"

Proportionally speaking, this angle is really tricky. But Cheng Mo heard no flattery from Jin Zhuji's trembling voice, only sincere admiration. Both his tone and expression made people think that he was a brainwashed cultist. In fact, he knew that many people thought so of Kim Joo-ki, otherwise he would not have had many supporters no matter how much public opinion suppressed him. Otherwise, Benner Nielsen wouldn’t have the guts to shoot a documentary like that.

But to say that Cheng Mo’s actions were “good deeds” and “kindness” would be a bit outrageous.

He joked: "Why do I think you hired someone to clear my name?"

Jin Zhuji lowered his voice and said mockingly: "How could someone invite you? We, Gaoli, have been dogs of China since ancient times. Being loyal to you is an upright act!" He changed his tone again and shouted righteously, " loyalty!"

This "loyalty" like a cuckoo crying made Cheng Mo dumbfounded. In the past, he might have been disgusted by such an expression. But now that he is condescending, it doesn't feel inconsistent at all. Besides, he couldn't look at Gao Li from a Chinese perspective. Given Jin Zhuji's identity, the other party's behavior was already very restrained and reserved. After all, the country he belongs to, both in the north and the south, is a little twisted, but they are also very sober in their distortion. They know that they are twisted, but they still continue to twist without hesitation. This kind of distortion is vividly displayed in their movies and TV series. In the fantasy, the star gates all kneel to their flag. In reality, their commander-in-chief will sing at the banquet, like a clown to entertain the foreign adults.

Perhaps as Saionji Benimaru said: "How can we survive if we don't go crazy in the cracks of the world?"

"Hurry~" Jiabao pulled Li Rongxuan, who seemed to be unwilling, to Cheng Mo. She took Li Rongxuan's hand, "Come! Didn't you say it well in the beginning? Lucifer is the great revolutionary in your heart , is your soul mentor and guide."

Li Rongxuan hurriedly raised her hand, covered Jiabao's mouth, and said urgently: "Stop talking!" Probably because she felt that her voice was a bit loud and her movements were a bit rough, she quickly put down her hand, lowered her head, and whispered, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Haha~" Jiabao didn't take it seriously at all. He looked at the blushing Li Rongxuan and teased, "Li Rongxuan, weren't you very brave before! What did you say to Lord Lucifer? What do you know about Lucifer? Why don't you say a word now? ? Don’t you want to?”

Li Rongxuan stared at her toes and said nothing.

Cheng Mo came to the rescue and said: "Okay, I can't afford to be praised as a great, revolutionary, soul guide, etc. I said that I am actually just an ordinary person, and there is no lofty purpose in doing all this. It’s for the people I love.”

After hearing what Cheng Mo said, Li Rongxuan finally raised her pretty face, stared at Cheng Mo intently, panted quickly and said in a trembling voice: "I couldn't understand what Dostoyevsky said before. Now I understand what you said, 'Love concrete people, don't love abstract people; love life, don't love the meaning of life.' Lord Lucifer, you are interpreting this sentence for me, telling us what is True love." She burst into tears and held her hands in front of her chest, like a devout believer facing the gods she believed in. She said sincerely, "I confess to you that I used to be too self-centered and indulged in abstraction. , thus ignoring the people around me, especially my mother. Now I understand that what you are pursuing is actually around you from the beginning, but you are mentally weak and have shallow knowledge, so you cannot perceive it. . Just like when people are young, they cannot understand that growth requires paying a price, and they take everything for granted. And these things that you should have for granted can only be understood when you lose them."

Li Rongxuan had filled up so much content in his head to help Cheng Mo, and it was so reasonable and reasonable. What else could he say? Tell this enlightened girl: No, that’s not what I meant. Do you still continue to be obsessed with those abstract and nihilistic things, and continue to ignore the people around you, especially your mother?

Besides, what he explained was not wrong, although it was not his original intention. Cheng Mo couldn't accept it calmly. He was not a person with great love. So he shook his head and said sincerely: "In any case, a doomsday creator like me with my hands stained with blood is not worthy of your worship."

"Although you have never defended yourself, anyone who knows how the 'Twilight Battle' broke out knows how gentle you are to this world." Li Rongxuan seemed to have been triggered by another memory, and the tears that had just stopped seemed like Beads with broken strings, "Stargate first destroyed the Second Fleet, and then used the 'Rod of God' to kill your father-in-law, the leader of the Tai Chi Dragon. It also violated the principles of the Round Table Conference, dispatched the divine generals first, and gathered The Group of Thirty countries are trying to annihilate Tai Chi Dragon. I have heard my father say this himself. He even lamented that you did not wipe these countries that owe you blood debt from the earth, but only dropped a few hundred nuclear bombs. Really I have really tried hard to restrain myself.”

Li Rongxuan's tone was full of sincerity, like a crazy fan. She really thought about him wholeheartedly, even though they were just strangers who couldn't get along before. Cheng Mo didn't like "brother" before, but now he became "brother", and it was another day when he was hit by a boomerang.

"I am not restrained." He said helplessly, "I am because I only have 600 coins in my hand."

Li Rongxuan's expression froze, and she immediately switched to crying mode, "You are really too honest, completely different from those hypocrites who tell lies. It is obviously not your fault, and it is not your responsibility alone, but you have to bear it silently alone "

Jiabao hesitated for a moment and joined the whitewashing camp, "Actually, many of us know that you are the one who took the blame. Stargate started the war first. But in this situation, who will reflect on how we celebrated before? What about the war that is about to be won? It’s really interesting. Those videos of countless people marching on Fifth Avenue and in Times Square can’t be found on the Internet. No one has ever discussed why the war broke out. They are overwhelmingly right. You are accused of creating the doomsday! It’s like you did these things for no reason, just because you were bored, so you pressed the red button to destroy the world." She sighed, "I feel aggrieved by you. If only I were as powerful as you. With his strength, he won’t swallow his anger.”

Cheng Mo smiled and said nothing more. He could never tell what he had done over the years.

Seeing Cheng Mo's kind attitude, Jiabao squeezed forward a little, took Li Rongxuan's hand, and straightened out her white breasts, which were much larger than Li Rongxuan's, "Lord Lucifer, you see, Li Rongxuan and I are both yours." Diehard fans, you can’t abandon us!”

"If you can disband that 'Road Stick', I won't agree." Cheng Mo said.

Jiabao hesitated for a while, then pointed her fingertips and said embarrassedly, "Are you so disgusted with us?"

Cheng Mo asked noncommittally: "Who is the supporter behind your organization?"

Jiabao stood up straight in an instant, and the charming look in the corner of his eyes and eyebrows instantly disappeared, and he said seriously: "I don't know the details. I only know that our president is very rich. It is said that he is a female CEO of a big company. She will provide funds to support those wives who write CP articles and draw comics. She will also organize selections from time to time and give bonuses to those who write well and draw well. She even paid for the official website of 'Lu Zhi'. After a pause, she said, "But she has never participated in offline gatherings. Except for a few people, it seems that none of us have seen her."

Cheng Mo nodded, then looked at the three of them and asked, "Do you think it was an accident that you entered the 'Land of Ancient Babylonian Ruins' at this point in time?"

"Ah?" Garbo covered her lips and exclaimed, "I did it because our president told me that Magnus would join this sparring group before New Year's Day and asked me to find a way to get close to him and sneak into Napoleon. No, that Napoleon For the wedding of the seventh life, I spray-painted Athena's wedding dress and did a lot of work." She coughed dryly and couldn't help but ask again, "Lord Lucifer, Athena is really yours."

"Don't ask such silly gossip."

Garbo pouted and murmured in a low voice: "This is not some idle gossip for us."

Cheng Mo unexpectedly admitted again, "Yes. Athena is my wife."

Disappointment flashed through Li Rongxuan's onyx-like moist and bright pupils, but her two sunset-like lips were curved into a smile, "Yes~ Only a goddess like Athena can be worthy of you. !”

"It's boring." Jiabao sighed, "Our 'Road Stick' can indeed be disbanded."

"This is not the point." Cheng Mo said, "The question I just asked is the point."

Jin Zhuji looked at Li Rongxuan, "Li Rongxuan, Nan Xianghe and I made an appointment together. When we were discussing the time, I remembered that Li Rongxuan's request was before New Year's Day."

"This is my mother's request. She said that I must be promoted to the Chosen One before New Year's Day." Li Rongxuan said.

"The final selection of the last round before New Year's Day is a joint decision made by everyone, but if they don't agree, I will try to persuade them to agree." Kim Joo-ki hesitated and said, "At that time, I participated in the half-price flash sale of 'Hell's Angels' During the event, I won the last round of half-price coupons before New Year’s Day.”

"I also won." Li Rongxuan took a deep breath, looked at Cheng Mo, and said worriedly, "Is this a trap for you?"

"Trap?" Cheng Mo shook his head and said casually, "Then let's see what the trap is."

"Take us with you too! Take us with you too!" The two Balat brothers shouted and rushed over. Before the two of them could stand still at the foot of the steps, they hurriedly held their chests and bowed to him, shaking their heads and saying, "Brother Lucifer, we are proud of you! Love comes from Barat!"

Cheng Mo felt funny when he saw them, and joked: "Now you let me take care of you? Then should you refund my group membership fee to me?"

Seeing that Cheng Mo was approachable and didn't mind the title "brother", Jaiswal puffed up his chest, patted his chest, and said proudly: "Not only will I refund you, we will also double the refund to you."

"Twice it?" Jiejie panicked, holding Jaiswal's arm and muttering in a low voice, "How many times?"

"Increase it as many times as Lord Lucifer said!" Jaiswal said proudly.

Jiejie pulled Jaiswal aside and moved his lips but made no sound. He was obviously entering the channel to chat privately, but Cheng Mo easily read the conversation between the two people using lip reading.

"Are you crazy?"

"You're stupid! A group with Boss Della in it can charge one hundred thousand a month. How much do you think we can charge in a group with Lord Lucifer in it?"

"One hundred and fifty thousand?" Jiejie shook his two fingers, "No! Two hundred thousand!"

Jaiswal slapped Jiejie on the head, "Lord Lucifer's name is only worth two hundred thousand a month? At least five hundred thousand!" He raised five fingers, "We Take 200,000 and give the top 300,000 to Lord Lucifer."

"Then you can't make a fortune?"

"We must make a fortune!" Jaiswal said proudly, "Not only can we make a fortune, we will also become the most popular internet celebrity in Bharat!"

Cheng Mo couldn't say that the two of them had no future. He shook his head and was about to walk up when another trembling question came from the center of the square.

"Lord Lucifer, can we enter heaven?"

He looked back and saw that Instructor Salman, ranked 407 on the Heavenly Ranking, was standing at the front of a group of students standing in a square formation, standing upright like a zombie. Not just him, everyone behind him had stiff movements and expressions, as if they were ready to run away at any moment.

The huge square was empty, and a circle of giant statues of angels with blood-stained hands stood quietly. The moon and stars cast dim light, creating a mysterious sense of ritual. Cheng Mo stood under the towering Tower of Babel, the light of the all-seeing eye mixed with the light of the stars and the moon, clinging to him. Even though he was dressed casually, he still possessed divinity. At this moment, Salman seems to be leading a group of fearful believers. As soon as he issues a decree, they will kneel down to him, the devil, as if they can follow him to heaven as long as they kneel down. People are all realistic. Even if he is a big devil with a lot of evil, he can still be worshiped for the equipment, experience points and contribution points that are readily available.

God has nothing to do with good or evil, but only with power.

As long as you have the strength of the Creator, even if you do a lot of evil, you will still have a great scholar to teach you.

"You can come in if you want, it has nothing to do with me."

Cheng Mo responded lightly, turned around and walked up the steps.

The black iron door leading to the Heavenly Road has been pushed open by Nicholas and Rebecca. The doorway is dark, just waiting for him to go in and see what is waiting for him.

This kind of curiosity is there, but it is not too strong.

He thought that no matter what he saw inside the gate, he would not be shocked. But after stepping over the steps and entering the door, he clearly felt the contraction of his pupils and the strong tremor coming from his chest.

At this moment, the building before his eyes made him unbelievable.

He was like a machine that had been hit hard, his whole body was buzzing and he was on the verge of deformation.

He made thousands of preparations in his heart, but he never thought it would be this one.

The most terrifying kind.

(There will be another update at 6 p.m.)