Shadow of the Beautiful World

The eternal battle between heaven and hell has been going on for an unknown amount of time.

This war has neither a beginning nor an end in sight.

In fact, except for some stunned youths in the two camps, anyone with a little knowledge knows that this war has continued until now, and it has become a going through the motions situation.

In the countless dimensions where the war situation spreads, the two sides seem to be fighting lively, but in fact it is just an armed confrontation.

There are small frictions every day, but real life-and-death battles are rare.

In the face of the entire dimension of hell, heaven is already weak, but it is better than one mind, and it can still hold on.

The hell dimension has a vast territory, and its overall strength is superior to that of heaven, but the problem is that there is no real speaker in the hell dimension.

The seven kings of hell are fighting each other openly and secretly, and there are countless restless demon warlords under the seven kings. The mutual attack between dimensions is much more intense than the eternal battle.

In other words, 10% of the wear and tear in hell, at least 7 floors are caused by mutual attacks.

The hell dimension can't really deal with the offensive of heaven in unison.

Unless there is a real king of hell, unless there is a ruler who can command demons on Satan's throne.

However, this is easier said than done?

Both sides in the war have advantages and disadvantages, and each knows what to do with each other.

In this case, although the two sides are still at odds, there is still the most basic tacit understanding.

The armistice agreement is the product of this kind of tacit agreement.

Of course, this is just a superficial statement. Behind the truce agreement, there is a big secret that must be forgotten, but now is not the time to talk about it.

Once every thousand years, the two sides draw a truce zone to discuss some trivial things that happened in the war.

Hell and heaven are very clear that it is absolutely impossible to rely on the negotiation of the armistice agreement to end the eternal war, so to be honest, neither side is too concerned about this matter.

But whether it is an angel, a demon, or a devil, both sides are willing to fight for a thousand years and have decades of rest.

This is also a tacit agreement.

In fact, the armistice agreement is equivalent to a negotiating table. Although it is not available on the battlefield, it is difficult to obtain on the negotiating table.

But in addition to winning or losing, the two sides still have other things to talk about.

The control of the situation in some hot spots, or simply the exchange of prisoners of war and so on.

There are some things that cannot be done in war, and it is still very appropriate to do them at the time of armistice.

But since it is a place where the two parties negotiate, there must be necessary rules.

The first, which is the most important one, cannot attack each other.

This is to ensure the safety of the representatives of both parties.

After all, it was an agreement made by God and the Lord of Hell, and the bosses all have to face...

Moreover, under such circumstances, those who can preside over the armistice agreement must be big figures from both camps. If something happens, no matter who dies, it will directly anger one side, or both sides at the same time.

That would mean the outbreak of all-out war.

That was a terrible, terrible thing.

For this armistice agreement, heaven sent the Archangel Michael. Whether in reality or in biblical stories, this man is a big man who truly holds the power of heaven.

In many cases, he can represent the will of God.

As for the hell side, after the Seven Kings of Hell wrangled, Beret, one of the 72 demon gods, represented the forces of hell.

These things had been decided more than ten years before the Armistice Agreement began.

And most coincidentally, Michael and Beret were old acquaintances on the battlefield.

They greeted each other, just like the scene of the truce agreement several times before, as if they had let go of their hatred of wanting to kill each other.

It's like a friend who you don't know very well, but who doesn't speak ill of each other.

But the moment Michael hit the ground, the moment Barrett stepped down the steps.

A man who should not be in the truce zone stood up.

Both legs of the black wizard Neko Lodamus were trembling, and an indescribable passion and impulse flowed through every bone and every cell of his body like an electric current.

He was excited and clearly looked like he was on to something big.

His eyes were red, bloodshot from his eyes, but there was also a trace of fear that couldn't be concealed in those eyes that were as excited as burning flames.

After all, it is a legendary figure.

As long as there is a slight mistake, he himself will die without a place to bury him.

But so what?

This lucky black wizard had never imagined that he, a mortal, would carry out such an exciting action at this time and place before he got the Dark God Book 9 years ago.

This is probably the so-called joke of fate.

The moment the black wizard appeared, the archangel felt something was wrong.

In this real world, none of the people close to God is simple.

As the top group of beings under the Heavenly Father, Michael's perception of danger is definitely beyond the imagination of a mortal like Neko Rodamus.

In fact, the archangel's figure became blurred the moment it was locked on by the scope.

But his speed of action was a little slow at this moment.

boom

The silver-white Archangel Slayer spewed out blue flames, and the moment the black wizard pulled the trigger, the thing flew out, and the moment it broke away from the launcher, it entered a state of supersonic speed.

A mere fifteen meters is only a moment in the true sense for this big killer whose every inch of metal is designed to kill the archangel.

But the archangel's eyes were not on the laughing black wizard at this moment.

Instead, he was looking at the Demon King Beret standing on the last step.

The latter's face was calm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, outlining a smile of unknown meaning.

The guy's fingers behind his back were pinching a weird handprint.

It was a harmless magic.

Its only effect is to blind the enemy for an instant.

For a life like an archangel, the effect of this magic duration will never take effect for more than one tenth of a second.

But in the present situation...

This is an almost unsolvable deadlock.

A deathtrap for the Archangel.

To be honest, the Archangel Michael, who is used to big winds and waves, really didn't expect that the Demon Lord Beret and the hell lord Marduk behind him would actually dare to do such a small trick in the truce agreement.

What the hell are they trying to do?

A sharp aura rushed towards his face, and Archangel Michael could even see his handsome face reflected on the surface of the silver-white missile.

He could see the astonishment shining in his eyes, as well as the trace of despair that shouldn't appear in the eyes of the archangel.

There are countless ways for him to fire such a low-level weapon.

But unfortunately, the reaction time left for him was too little.

Perhaps it is the imminent imminent death that made Michael see illusions...

Blue and red lights shone like dots of light emerging from a sea of ​​dead stars.

Is that his shining death star?

No...

wrong!

That's a person!

A man running fast!

A person running at nearly the speed of light!

He crossed the golden shield outside the truce, and he was not stopped by it.

He is not an angel, not a demon.

he is a normal man...

kuang

The top has already touched Michael's silvery-white missile with long golden hair flying around. The big killer known as the Archangel Slayer was forcibly stopped in place by a huge force amidst the sound of steel clanging.

The blue flames were still spraying out behind the missile, like a roaring man, howling to complete his assassination mission.

The entire missile was trembling endlessly, and the silver of Judas, which had been reshaped at its top, seemed to smell the breath of an archangel, and it couldn't wait to taste the holy blood.

But it has no chance.

The expression of Beret, the demon king of hell, froze with his sure victory.

The black wizard has not yet reacted. As a mortal, he seems to be still immersed in the wild fantasy that he successfully assassinated the archangel and triggered a war among the worlds.

And Archangel Michael...

His heart also beat violently at this moment.

The shadow of death is receding rapidly, and he survived.

He was saved by an ordinary man.

No...

It is definitely not an ordinary person who can complete an impossible rescue under such circumstances.

The red cloak was swaying, and Clark Kent, who was wearing a Kryptonian battle suit, still had time to smile at the archangel beside him while the cloak was swaying like wings.

In the next second, his body turned over, and the Archangel Slayer held in his hands was like a shot put.

During the instant contact and rotation of Superman, this thing hardly lost any kinetic energy, and its flying direction was changed by 180°. In the startled and angry roar of the demon king Beret, this big killer roared and smashed towards the monster from hell. conspirators.

Beret, who was in human form with a big belly, saw the silver-white missile flying towards him, and his first reaction was to dodge.

As the devil king of hell who was in direct contact with the dark wizard, he had seen the power of this thing with his own eyes.

The tragic scene of Balakile wielding lightning came to mind at this moment. As a weapon that can kill an archangel, it can also easily wipe out a defenseless devil king of hell.

In less than a second, Beret and Michael reverse roles.

He became the unlucky guy who was exposed to the eyes of the Archangel Slayer.

Does he want to die?

Of course he doesn't want to die...

So the hell devil made an expected action.

Regardless of his status, he rolled over in an extremely embarrassing manner, narrowly dodging the silver-white missile flying past his head.

But the moment he dodged the missile, the demon king who was good at plotting let out a startled roar.

The dark breath erupted at this moment, and he turned into the distorted body of the hell demon, extending his dark, insect-like claws, trying to hold the missile flying towards the gate of hell that opened behind him in his hand.

Can't let it fly into Marduk's hell behind you...

This thing has gone wrong.

The ordinary man who saved Michael definitely did not come here by accident, the news has been leaked, and this matter was taken advantage of by another conspirator!

And their purpose is definitely not just to prevent the full-scale war between hell and heaven!

Because if they wanted to do that, today's truce would never be held!

They let everything go until now, but at the last moment, they made a bold move to make everything go off track. Those guys have planned for so long, they must be plotting something more terrifying.

They must be expecting richer and more arrogant returns...

The cunning hell devil didn't even dare to think about it at this moment.

His only thought now was to stop the missile before it flew down the gate of hell behind him into the hell of Marduk.

The dark claws were flying in the air, rushing towards the flying silver-white rocket like a poisonous snake looking for food, and it was within a hair's breadth of reaching it!

boom

But Clark's heavy punch also hit Demon Lord Beret at this moment.

The high-ranking demon king who was in command of 85 hell legions stumbled, and his outstretched claws also missed the silver-white missile.

Merlin asked Clark to come over to preside over the real affairs, not only for his speed, but also for his superhuman strength.

Now that Hell has locked its target on Marduk, it is absolutely impossible to let Beret go back here in this world.

in other words...

Merlin not only wants to kill a hell lord today, but also destroys the strongest commander under the command of the hell lord.

Marduk, the lord of hell, is about to die, so why keep the loyal Beret?

Do you want him to live, to hinder Daemon and Satana who are about to step on the throne?

One is killing, and two are slaughtering.

Since Merlin has enough power here, why does he still play the trick of playing hard to get?

whoosh

The silver-white missiles were swaying like a jumping fish.

Under Beret's angry gaze, he rushed into the rapidly shrinking gate of hell, and the moment before the light dissipated, the thing also disappeared without a trace.

bass

The sound of drawing the sword sounded from behind the Demon King of Hell.

Appearing with that voice, there is also a scorching breath like the sun.

Behind him, the Archangel who had just passed through the brink of death seemed to be walking out of the light, and his ordinary black armor had burst out with light spots like stars.

Amidst the flapping of the white wings, the red ribbon danced in the light of the armistice zone. Michael's face, which was still wearing a false smile just now, was already covered with frost at this moment.

He held the flaming golden long sword in his hand, and he also held the horn of heaven that could call the Seraph Legion.

He stared at Beret, the demon king of hell, and said word by word:

The demons of hell want war?

Heaven will give you war!

Woo, woo, woo

The low and desolate horn sounded in the wilderness of Texas, and the demons surrounding the truce zone on the ground were clamoring.

The moment the horn sounded, the two angel legions floating in the sky turned into a golden rain of light flying all over the sky, and smashed into the desolate valley with a gesture of smashing everything.

The demons who did not die in the first wave of raids also began howling to fight back, and the peaceful valley turned into a war ghost at this moment.

The Archangel and Superman trapped the dumb-faced Hell Lord in the truce zone.

At this time, it was only 3 seconds before the assassination began, and it was only at this moment that the black wizard Neko Lodamus, who still had an arrogant smile on his face, was barely able to react.

He was decisive enough, as his complexion changed drastically, he dropped the launcher in his hand and rushed out of the armistice zone.

The assassination failed...

Neither heaven nor hell will spare him.

All the great future has left him at this moment, and now, saving his life is the most important thing.

Night jackal!

He screamed like a bereaved dog:

Get me out of here!

Alas, although I was pushed by fate to walk here, after all, I am still a useless person.

It's just that he doesn't know yet...

His death star is already shining.