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"New Protoss." There was a swarm of flies flying around in front of Westibran's eyes. They were scavengers attracted by the thick sores on his skinny face and the scars pierced by wasps, but he didn't care about it now. , he grinned, his eyes full of excitement, "Although I am imprisoned by that despicable mortal in the world, I am not blind! I can still take advantage of those idiots. I saw a very strange nightclub in New York. There There is an old woman, and her group of dancers are definitely carefully selected warriors!"

The First Fallen raised his eyelids with his chin in his hand. He was obviously more and more interested in Westibran's words, "Is that old woman a new god?"

"Ah, that's right! I won't be mistaken! Even if she puts on a mortal skin, her essence will never change! You know very well where both I and you come from! We We can feel the power of the source. It no longer attracts us all the time, and it is the same now!" Westibran's two bony arms shook, and the chains on the shackles made a messy sound, "New God Born in the ruins of the old god's domain, they are the closest existence to angels, because they are closest to Limbo and the Origin Wall. They, a group of ants, have obtained a trace of power from the source, and even this little scrap is enough to make them Beyond mortals!”

"What on earth do you want to say, Westibran." The First Fallen became impatient. He had a sullen face. This was a danger signal, and if he smiled, Westibran's mind might be destroyed. Pull it out and turn it into powder.

"The New Gods are watching the earth. They are looking for something, some kind of existence that resides in life." Westibran was not afraid, he still smiled ferociously, "Remember the war that Lucifer started? His fall changed everything, and Michael's disappearance also brought a lot of trauma, but the advent of the Son of Man began a new order, and the age of mortals also began. We all left, but none of us wanted to Back out, isn’t it?”

The First Fallen's expression became increasingly ugly. His being driven out of the Silver City was his long-standing shame and the source of his resentment. He loves God deeply, and he still does so to this day. He cannot accept the rise of mortals. He cannot accept the so-called free will because it represents chaos.

The First Fallen is different from Lucifer. He never thinks that freedom is something worth pursuing, because life is blind, stupid, selfish and greedy! All they need to do is eat, drink, and drink. Any behavior or thought beyond all these instincts will lead this group of ants to the abyss of sin and self-destruction!

Freedom will only promote the expansion of desire, and the ragtag group of mortals will usher in destruction in lies and madness.

What is the significance of such a creation? All beautiful and innocent things will be trampled into mud by mortals. They, the pigs, only deserve to howl and scream in hell!

"You and I both know that God is crazy." Westibran suddenly laughed.

The First Fallen's eyes widened suddenly, Westibran's words hitting the nail on the head.

"Why did he destroy the beautiful Garden of Eden? Why did he remove the beauty and innocence? Why did he give freedom to those stupid mortals? Why did he continue to torture these mortals after that? Why did he let Lucifer take charge of hell? ?" Westibran stretched his neck, and his long head like a winter melon tried to get close to the face of the First Fallen. His dirty, foul-smelling mouth opened wide in front of the First Fallen's eyes, amidst the pus and pus. While drooling, he whispered hoarsely, "Because he is crazy! Because he longs for love! He longs for all mortals to believe in him and love him! He uses all cruel means to make these mortals crawl at his feet! He uses intimidation and killing to maintain that prostrate love!"

The First Fallen stretched out his hand and strangled Westibran's neck. His sharp fingers dug into the fragile neck of the fallen angel, and blood flowed out. However, Westibran sneered, he was muddy and crazy. His eyes stared unblinkingly at the First Fallen, and he did not flinch at all. His original divine appearance had long been swallowed up by hell.

Now, what is hung in front of the First Fallen is just an empty shell, carrying endless anger and resentment.

"You know what I said is the truth!" Westibran said quietly, "That is not freedom at all! In the final analysis, he also needs faith! Without faith, he is just the original light! And all thoughts and existences Everything will return to the source! In other words... He will disappear! God will die! And this... isn't this our goal?"

All five fingers of the First Fallen had been inserted into Westibran's neck. He could feel the main arteries of the Fallen Angel. He could immediately let the bloody fountain bloom under the scorching abyss, but he stopped. .

"Can the unknown existence that the New Protoss is looking for do this?" The First Fallen asked through gritted teeth.

"That power can unify the thoughts of all living things, and it can create new beliefs, absolute beliefs!" Vestibran chuckled, "It is the opposite of freedom! It is absolute power! Think about it. Look, First Fallen! What will you become if you get it? What will you do?"

The First Fallen took out his fingers, and with the blood of Westibran emerging, the First Fallen snapped his fingers.

The chain shattered.

Westibran's hands drooped, and he finally sat on the ground exhausted, his broken wings flapping twice on his back.

"I will go and take a look for myself at the nightclub you mentioned, as well as the new protoss hidden on the earth." The First Fallen floated in the air and looked down at Westibran like a condescending person, "If you lie, you know The consequences of doing this! And if you are playing any tricks..."

"I will never stand on Lucifer's side! This was true in the past wars, and it is true now!" Westibran raised his head and said through gritted teeth, "Because he is the same as God, and he is like those despicable brothers. The same, they have always treated us as incompetent waste! Just because we have seen the outcome clearly! We do not want to kill each other! But what is the result? We are regarded as cowardly and hypocritical! We are exiled! What I want is very simple, First Fallen! Let me help you take revenge on the City of Silver!"

The First Fallen finally grinned. He looked down and looked at the "Heads of Justice" who were bound at the edge of the river of shadow and fire. Now, all the fallen angels' turbid eyes glowed with crazy and angry red light under the shadows.

"Ah...how long has it been since I went home..." The First Fallen raised his head, and his golden eyes under the black curly hair stared at the darkness. He began to look for the Silver City like Westibran. It seemed extremely So far away that it seemed impossible to exist within the horizon of hell.

But the eyes of the First Fallen still reflected the City of Silver, and he saw the pure and supreme brilliance.

"I need an army." The First Fallen said quietly, "I want to take the earth and even the entire universe into my bag, and I want to shoot every soul as an arrow to heaven!"