Original God's Dark Priest

"Safier...Safier!" The slightly hoarse male voice seemed to come from a distant place and was not clear.

Safire's brows kept trembling. After a few seconds, she suddenly opened her eyes and breathed hard, as if she had just escaped from a nightmare.

After calming down, she looked at the man who had just called her and recognized him immediately: "Ah... Uriel, I'm sorry..."

"You don't look well. What happened?" The man called Uriel looked at her in confusion and asked.

Saphir was stunned for a moment, and then he recalled and said: "I...I seem to have had a dream."

This answer made Uriel narrow his eyes slightly: "Dream? Angels shouldn't dream."

"Sorry... I don't know why this happened." Saphir struggled to stand up and shook off the mud mixed with blood plasma that was stained on her armor. The golden feathers on the wings behind her also fell off.

Looking at Saphir like this, Uriel sighed softly: "You don't have to apologize, this is not your fault. To be precise, angels don't dream, because at our level, everything we dream about is either the past that we have already experienced or the future that is bound to happen."

"Precognitive dreams? But I'm not a saint, how can I predict them?" Saphir moved her wrists. She didn't know how long she had slept. She just felt that her whole body was stiff and not clear at all.

Uriel also stood up. Compared with Saphir, he was much cleaner. Due to the difference in fighting methods, he had fewer opportunities to come into contact with the enemy in battle: "Saints are not advanced to us. Besides, even for them, it is not easy to predict the future.

I am more curious, do you remember what happened in your dream? If you can recall it, it may be helpful for our subsequent actions. "

"I... don't remember, I just feel it's very strange." Saphir pinched his eyebrows, looking like he was trying hard to recall.

Hearing this, Uriel did not ask further questions, but said: "If that's the case, then don't think about it anymore, let's talk about something else."

Saphir nodded. She did not look at Uriel again, but recalled the dream, the strange world, the broken laws, the familiar yet strange people, and herself who had lost most of her power. Is that the future? If so, where did this development come from?

The predictive dream cannot be changed. If she wants to break the situation, she can only join the game. Therefore, she must make some preparations in advance as she has glimpsed a corner of the future.

"I've noticed you for a long time." Uriel found a topic, "This is not the first time we've met."

Saphir nodded slightly: "I have seen you outside the main hall of the Divine Realm, but I have never had the opportunity to meet you. I didn't expect that you could remember me."

"This is inevitable. A helpless low-level angel, yet you have your own name. You are an 'alien' in the divine realm. Most people know you, and I am no exception. Michael told me that you performed excellently, fought bravely, and killed the enemy courageously, like a... Valkyrie." Uriel's eyes flashed with memories as he repeated what he had heard.

After hearing this, Saphir laughed at himself: "Haha... Valkyrie..."

This title is a compliment to humans, but not to angels because they are on different levels.

For example, praising a child and telling him he is like a little adult is praise, but using the same words to describe a real adult is inappropriate.

The same is true for angels and humans. It is an offense to describe angels using words that are used to describe humans.

As if he heard the self-mockery in Saphir's tone, Uriel explained: "Michael is a seraph who is close to humans. If other angels describe you like this, it may be a mockery, but I believe he is really praising you."

In response, Saphir just shook his head gently: "I don't think it's wrong. After all, I'm different from other angels. I was not born noble. On the contrary, I'm the lowest half-angel, and I'm also a demon half-blood..."

As she spoke, she clenched her fists. This feeling of being inferior just by blood was not pleasant. She had endured this feeling for countless years.

"I thought you wouldn't care about the bloodline issue." Uriel looked away. He understood the pain in Saphir's heart, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

Saphir took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. After a few seconds, he replied, "I tried, but... it didn't work. Everyone... everyone reminded me. Their... attitude, tone, eyes..."

Saphir shook his head slightly, trying to suppress his emotions: "Everything, every minute and every second I spent in the God's Domain, I had to face this unavoidable reality. I am humble, and being able to live in this God's Domain is a charity... and a gift.

That’s why I won’t miss any opportunity to come to the battlefield. At least here, I don’t have to think about those suffocating problems… At least, here… it was like this, and it used to be like this.”

Uriel was silent. He knew that Saphir was reminding him that he had touched the other party's sore spot, tore open the other party's scar, and sprinkled salt on it, depriving the other party of a moment of peace.

Uriel felt deeply guilty about this, but he could not make up for it, so he asked a question that was considered a treasonous question for all angels: "Will you leave the realm of God?"

God's Realm is the home of all angels. Leaving God's Realm is tantamount to betrayal, which will lead to endless pursuit until the betrayer is killed and thrown into hell.

But Saphir was not panicked at all, because... God's Realm never welcomed her, right? She nodded and expressed her thoughts: "Maybe, God's Realm... is not suitable for me."

"This is not your problem. The God's Domain has been rotten. The Angel's Heart is the purest and most beautiful thing, but it has been polluted by years of conquest. Many angels have forgotten what purity is." Uriel suddenly looked at Saphir with a burning gaze, "Have you considered rebuilding the God's Domain? Perhaps I can help you."

But Saphir was obviously not interested: "Nothing will change, Uriel. You should know that the God's Domain is not what it is today because of one person. Reconstruction can't change anything unless I take that position."

"Anyone can sit in that position, why can't it be you?" A faint purple light flashed in Uriel's eyes. He was already seriously considering the feasibility of this matter.

Safire was shocked by this idea. She was just joking and making an analogy, but she didn't expect Uriel to be serious.

The more Uriel thought about it, the more he thought it was feasible, so he said, "It's not impossible, but before that, there are more things you can do."

"What's the matter?" Saphir thought Uriel was probably crazy, but she still asked patiently.

Uriel sneered, "Have you heard of the Blood Angels?"

"The avenger among angels, who conquers with the power of darkness, an executioner spurned by most angels, who has the power to wield a knife against his companions, and is the nightmare of countless angels who have committed crimes." Saphir was naturally very clear about these things, and she didn't understand why Uriel mentioned this.

But Uriel did not let her confusion last long, and he stated his plan with a serious face: "Become the 'King' of Blood and Hunting Angels, and take up the position that has been vacant for hundreds of years. Becoming the 'Angel of Death' is very suitable for you."

"Angel of Death? If I remember correctly, that was Gabriel? You want me to take his place?" Saphir looked into the distance. The demon army had regrouped and was attacking aggressively. Their time for chatting was over.

Uriel also saw all of this, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face: "Of course, and who told you that becoming the Angel of Death means replacing Gabriel?

He is just a name, but in reality, the executioner has always been someone else."

"Who?" The long sword in her hand burst into flames. Saphir gathered her strength and prepared to charge, but the next second, Uriel's answer made her stand still.

"Angel of Death, the real executioner is actually your mother. Soul Hunter: Arni."

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"Seat of Destiny: Seraph. (Activated)

Fate Star: Gabriel's Mercy (activated, bound to the southern constellation of Sea Carinae)

Fate Star: Uriel's Justice (activated, bound to Red Lotus Fire Moth)

Fate Star: Raphael's Guardian (activated, bound to Baichen Fox Throne)

Life Star: Sariel's Patience (activated, bound to the Floating Koi Constellation)

Destiny Star: Laguerre's Loyalty (activated, bound to the Great Wisdom Throne)

Destiny Star: Remiel's Guidance (activated, bound to the Immovable Throne)

Effect: There are countless helplessness in the world, and souls are counted in hundreds of trillions. Only a few can escape judgment.

After the judgment, whether it is punishment or forgiveness, at the end of it all, the guide will appear.

Loyal souls need guidance on the path to resurrection, and vile souls also need guidance on the journey of atonement.

Mentor of apostates, king of souls awaiting the day of resurrection, are you still guiding your people, are you still delivering instructions, are you still delivering punishment with thunder?

Unlocked skills: Prayer? Angel's Hymn.

Prayer? Angel Hymn: Archangel Saphir reveals his true form and sings hymns with the other seven archangels, forming an absolute angel sanctuary.

When chanting a hymn, it will provide various buffs to teammates and activate the buff amplification effect of "Hymn of Courage".

After the hymn ends, Saphir releases a brilliant light that can cause huge damage to the enemy.

The Angel Sanctuary will cover the entire country. Within this range, Saphir will gain the ability of "Gold Refining" and can control the souls in the sanctuary at will. (This will violate the laws of this world. Please use it in an absolutely safe environment, otherwise do not try it easily)

Because the power of Archangel Saphir has been completely unlocked, the light of the holy angel is also unlocked.

Light of the Holy Angel: A symbol of Archangel Saphir's power. Mastering this ability will allow one to gain the power to communicate with the divine realm and call upon other archangels and angel legions at any time.

Holy Seal: Engrave a holy seal for a unit. The holy seal can carry the skills of Archangel Saphir.

Final Blockade: Because the world's laws do not allow it, Archangel Saphir's ability will be automatically suppressed to the limit that the world can accommodate. Please do not use this skill unless necessary, otherwise it will bring destruction. "

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Saphir has been sleeping for three days.

During this time, Fushe and Xiao came to visit her more than once, but she was always sleeping, which made them very nervous.

Zhongli became even more panicked and even asked Bai Zhu to come over and help take a look.

After carefully observing Safir's condition, Bai Shu concluded: "Miss Safir is fine. She just fell asleep, not injured."

"But she has been sleeping for three days. No matter what the reason is, this is not normal, right?" Zhongli didn't want to question Bai Zhu's ability, but he was still worried.

Bai Zhu couldn't explain this. The medical skills he mastered told him that Saphir was very healthy. Although for some well-known reasons, this guy looked very thin, it was not because of injury.

After hesitating for a moment, Bai Zhu suggested: "Maybe... it's just because she consumed too much energy. And her body doesn't have that much reserve energy, so..."

"Do you think she is so hungry?" Zhongli looked strange.

Bai Zhu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This is her only problem, she is a little thin. I really can't see anything else. Mr. Zhongli, please be patient and wait. When she wakes up, please urge her to eat well. In this way, this situation may not happen again in the future."

After saying that, he left his seat and planned to go back to Bubulu. Saphir was indeed a distinguished guest of Liyue, so he had priority to come here for consultation, but there were still many other patients in Liyue, and Bai Zhu could not stay here for too long.

Zhongli sighed helplessly. He knew that it was pointless to embarrass Bai Zhu at this time. He could only stand up with some disappointment and said, "I'll take you there, sir."

"Mr. Zhongli, you are too polite. I am sorry that I cannot help you." Bai Shu chuckled and politely declined Zhongli.

Qiqi on the side blinked her eyes and stared at Saphir lying on the bed: "It's dark, so beautiful..."

As she spoke, she took out her notebook, flipped through two pages, and found a name and a description: "Saphir, dark-skinned, with red eyes, gentle, and pretty."

Seeing Qiqi like this, Bai Shu and Zhongli looked at each other, both feeling helpless. Now, Saphir has been in a coma. Zhongli is worried, and Bai Shu can't feel at ease either.

The Changsheng on his neck kept spitting out his tongue: "I believe Bai Zhu's judgment is correct. This guy's medical skills are still worthy of recognition. She must be fine."

Bai Zhu nodded. Changsheng was the King of Medicine, and his medical skills were far superior to his. Even Changsheng couldn't see the problem, so it was reasonable for him to be helpless.

He decided to come back tomorrow to check. If the other party still didn't wake up, he would get some nourishing medicine and force it down his throat. No matter if it worked or not, it would just give him peace of mind.

Bai Shu left, and Zhongli sat alone by the bed, reaching out to stroke Saphir's hair, with sadness in his eyes: "Boss Phil, it's time to wake up. If you sleep any longer, your body will rust."

The only response he received was the girl's even breathing, which seemed a little lonely in this quiet room.

Zhongli didn't know how long he had to wait. Although Bai Shu said that Saphir was fine, Bai Shu didn't know everything. Saphir was the body of a demon god, and Bai Shu was not clear about this. Maybe demon gods were different from humans, so what was wrong with Saphir, but Bai Shu couldn't see it?

Thinking of this, Zhongli's mood became even worse, but he didn't show it. He just sat quietly and didn't let anyone disturb him.

After a long time, it was late at night and the door of the room was knocked again. Zhongli opened the door with a frown and found Chu Yi standing outside with a basin of water.

"Mr. Zhongli, it's time to clean up the boss." Chu Yi's eyes were red. Obviously, the fact that Saphir was asleep was also bad news to her.

Zhongli nodded woodenly and let Chu Yi walk into the room and close the door.

He stood outside the door, looking up at the night sky. It was mid-moon, the sky was bright with few stars, and the cool evening breeze blew across his face, but it could not blow away the restlessness in his heart.

Chu Yi in the room was wiping Safir's body carefully, completely unaware that the girl had opened her eyes and was staring at her with her dark eyes, revealing embarrassment and panic.

Zhongli was still immersed in sorrow outside the door, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from inside the house: "What are you doing? Where are my clothes?"