Super God: Give the Demon Queen Trouble Every Day

I don't know how long this holy war lasted, maybe a few hundred years, or maybe one or two thousand years.

The war between angels and demons is not limited to cosmic confrontation or vanguard confrontation, but also includes fierce clashes between large space fleets.

In short, interstellar wars are always accompanied by death, and many angels have fallen.

I saw the white feathers falling under the setting sun...

But after it fell to the ground, it was bright red, dyeing the entire battlefield red...

War is cruel and countless lives have been lost.

I hate her even more, for taking away the lives of angels...

However, I never found a chance to kill her, to kill the Demon Queen————Shi Bing

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When I hugged tightly the angel whose body was covered with wounds and whose clothes were soaked in blood, my heart seemed to be pressed down by a thousand-pound stone, and every breath was accompanied by unspeakable pain.

A chill went up my spine and I couldn't help but shiver. I held the angel's hand and trembled involuntarily, trying to use my body temperature to warm the gradually cooling body, but I could only feel the fire of life quietly extinguished between my fingers.

I closed my eyes, afraid to look directly into those eyes that once sparkled with hope and tenderness, but might now be shrouded in despair and powerlessness.

I was afraid that the eyes of the angel in my arms were like bottomless black holes that would swallow me.

Perhaps, at that moment, she also longed to continue living?

However, the reality is so cruel. The light of her life, like a shooting star across the night sky, is brilliant but short-lived, and gradually dims in my arms.

I tried with all my might to grasp those fragments of passing time, but found myself so powerless that I could only watch her leave me.

There was nothing I could do to save her...

"Lal..."

I called her name softly, my voice was so low that I could hardly hear it myself, but I knew she could hear it.

The angel in his arms gave a sad smile, but despite this, her words were still as gentle as before.

"Cough cough...why are you crying?" She coughed hard, trying to comfort me.

I choked and replied, "I can't save you..." Tears blurred my vision.

Lal shook her head gently, her eyes full of pity for me. I guess I understood it as pity for me.

"Then I won't save you... As long as you're still alive, that's enough..."

This sentence, simple yet heavy, is her last words to me and also her deepest expectation for me.

She always reminds me at critical moments that personal life and death may be insignificant in the face of grand wars and fate, but staying alive is the most important thing.

Lal's words, like the advice she gave me when we fought side by side thousands of years ago, echoed in my ears again, crossing the barriers of time and space.

Her voice gradually faded away and finally disappeared into the air.

And I could only hold her silently, feeling her body temperature gradually cooling down, my heart aching.

Finally, I buried her on the highest mountain on the planet, where you can overlook the entire planet and see the most beautiful sky.

It was as if nature was also mourning for the fallen angel, using its steepness and grandeur to witness this immortal farewell.

Standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the vast land below, I seem to be able to penetrate the clouds and touch the boundless starry sky.

Here, as Lal wished, is the place closest to the sky and the best place for her soul to rest.

I carefully placed her body and built a tombstone for her using the purest and strongest stone I could find, engraved with simple words to commemorate her bravery and beauty.

Because I remember that Lal once said, "It's still unknown when this war will end."

"I think it will be soon! Anyway, the devil is no match for us angels!" I answered so confidently at that time.

But what was Lal’s expression at that time?

I don't remember because I really didn't pay much attention to her at that time.

I just remember the conversation I had with her.

Lal said: "King of Apocalypse, if one day I die in battle..."

At that time, she might have foreseen her fate, but she still chose to be strong and to fight for justice.

"What nonsense!" I interrupted her. "No way! How could you die?"

I was unwilling to face that possible outcome, but ignored her deep expectations.

"Listen to me, King Apocalypse." There was a hint of unquestionableness in her voice, "If I die in battle one day, you must bury me on the highest mountain on that planet!"

At that time, I was confused as to why it had to be on the highest mountain.

"Because, I am an angel! I still like the most beautiful sky."

Now, I finally understand her thinking.

Because she is an angel, she loves the sky and the feeling of flying freely.

In her opinion, being able to stay with the sky forever may be the best destination.

Standing here, I seem to be able to feel her presence, and her soul seems to be flying under this sky.

The wind blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness and taking her away.

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Every angel who died in battle would leave behind a precious record in the treasure house of sacred knowledge. This might be their lifelong glory or it might be the last ray of light in their lives.

But I know Lal didn't.

She chose to give up and rejected this seemingly supreme glory and eternal life.

Obviously, she could upload her own life's glory and store it permanently in the sacred treasure house of knowledge, to be passed down for tens of thousands of years for future generations to admire.

But she didn't. In the end, she even took the initiative to disconnect from the treasure house of sacred knowledge, allowing her story to come to an abrupt end at the last moment of her life.

Weird, right?

Anyway, I have never seen an angel as strange as Lal!

I called her stupid, foolish, and pathetically dumb.

I have never realized my selfishness and weakness as clearly as I do now.

Lal could have lived, she could have continued her glory and splendor, but she chose to save me and sacrifice herself.

And I, the self-proclaimed brave and fearless King of Apocalypse, could only watch her leave me and was unable to do anything for her.

I am not afraid of death, but I cannot bear the pain of losing her.

I began to question whether I was really worthy of Lal's sacrifice and dedication.

I began to reflect on my own words, actions, and choices, and whether I had truly been as selfless and determined as she was.

I realized that I had become “weird” too, even weirder than Lal…

Perhaps, each of us is strange, because we all interpret the meaning and value of life in our own way.

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Lal, my comrade, you will rest in peace under this sky, and I will always remember your bravery and sacrifice.

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Gradually, the last ray of sunset in the sky quietly disappeared below the horizon. The night was like a gentle painter, lightly spreading dark blue and deep purple, gently wrapping the whole world.

I suddenly realized that I had been standing silently in this quiet place for a long time.

Time seemed to have lost its specific scale at this moment, leaving only an indescribable heaviness and nostalgia in my heart.

"Look," I whispered, my voice echoing in the empty space with a barely perceptible tremor, "the night sky is as beautiful as the city in the sky."

"Here," I slowly turned around and looked at the dazzling starry sky, and continued, "You can see the night sky as beautiful as the one in Amagi."