The anchor doesn't want to die

Michael was stunned, he gently held Chen Xing's hand, and shook his head helplessly.

Originally, Father God's departure had caused a strong impact on him, but at this time, Chen Xing's words added even more shake to him.

"I don't understand……"

"God probably knew your intentions, so he entrusted you to me. He knew that the heavens without him would quickly dry up, so he gave you a special power to free you from the limitations of the three realms."

After all, Samael is an old fritter, and he knew the elegance by hearing the strings. He returned the cross in his hand to its owner, and threw Asmodeus aside, he clapped his hands and sighed: "Your Majesty, you Give him some time." After that, he looked around for possible cracks in hell, and after tearing off a small piece of camouflage, a scarlet space suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision out of thin air.

"I'll take this traitor back to the court of hell first, goodbye."

The Cerberus burrowed into the crack with Asmodeus still on the ground, and Samael jumped into the bottomless abyss.

Belial yawned, and said, "Then I'm going back to District Seven, Majesty should also rest well."

Watching Belial leave with a mass of subordinates, Michael hung his head weakly.

"I never thought that one day God would let me lose the identity I am most proud of."

"You are still his trusted and beloved Archangel, otherwise he would not give you special treatment."

Such words seemed to comfort Michael a little. He got into Morning Star's car and watched the scenery outside the car window change rapidly. In the next second, he saw the apartment where he lived as a human.

The two opened the door and entered the room like ordinary humans, took off their coats, and lay down heavily on the bed.

"At that time, the reason why I took off your rental advertisement and came to you was because I smelled a very faint but familiar smell on the note of the advertisement, which belongs to the heaven." Chen Xing turned over Come, take your depressed lover into your arms.

"The taste of heaven?" Michael was a little curious.

"An indescribable sweetness."

Thinking of the toffee that Beryl said earlier, Michael was a little speechless.

Chen Xing continued: "When I saw your eyes, I knew I had found the right person—in the process of looking for you again and again, I already knew all your characteristics well."

Michael was slightly taken aback, and he suddenly remembered that the morning stars he met in every life had a pair of bright and affectionate eyes like cold stars that he could never forget, and they also had some little habits that were too meticulous , such as helping him organize his clothes, shoes and socks, and so on.

"However, I found that this time, you seem to be a little abnormal. There is a lot of power in your eyes, and occasionally there will be a little bit of magic. At first, I was surprised why the dignified Archangel would have the smell of hell, So I started a little experiment."

Michael thought of the test tube that the other party had been messing with before, and let out a slight "ah".

"I caught some small insects from the heavens. At first, before you moved into my room, they would die within two days. After you moved in, they survived."

"The devilish energy released from my body has been transformed by you into a sweet fragrance belonging to the heavenly realm."

Michael was silent, time seemed to pass very slowly, he waited for Chen Xing to continue talking, but the other party changed the subject.

"I'll go back to hell tomorrow. I have to go to the court of hell to examine Asmodeus, and force his confession to identify Beelzebub's crimes. Only after I have a formal charge can I arrest him justifiably."

"Then lock him up for three to five years, and work hard?" Michael smiled softly, remembering what humans did.

"Actually, I just want to be locked up for three months. If he's not here, the chores of hell will fall on me again... I want to be by your side."

After listening to such nasty words, it seems that they are no longer so nasty.Michael shook his head and said, "I don't know how to run... What's more, I'm homeless now, God the Father has abandoned me, and I don't have any friends in the human world. When I'm bored, I will naturally go downstairs Take a stroll to relieve boredom."

Chen Xing was a little surprised at his retreat. He thought that a proud person like the Archangel would not bother to express his inner loneliness and loneliness.To him, such words were really...somewhat like an invitation.

The man turned over on his side, embraced his lover in his arms, and said softly, "Thank you."

Thank you for being willing to come by my side.

Beelzebub was seriously injured and fled to hell, the defense of the human world collapsed.The people belonging to Morning Star quickly occupied the hub and captured the fish that slipped through the net, and the human world seemed to return to the beautiful and peaceful human world.

After Chen Xing left, Michael stared blankly at the empty room with nothing to do.The dignified Archangel naturally disdains and cannot go to work with human beings. After submitting his resignation application, he became an idle vagrant.

He looked at the things Chen Xing put in his room to "suppress evil spirits" before, picked them up and looked at them, and found that the boxes contained nothing more than ordinary talisman papers, which made him feel bored.

After turning on the computer, he browsed the webpage like an ordinary nerd, and clicked on the URL of the previously haunted skull, and found that it was just a spoof with a ray of demonic energy.Things that are suspenseful and terrifying to human beings are as clear to the archangel as elementary school math problems.

Things that had lost their sense of mystery suddenly became boring, Michael tore open the bag of potato chips, and chewed the snacks.

Immediately, he was attracted by a grayed-out title in the game forum—it turned out to be that horror game that had been heatedly discussed before!

He clicked on the website and found that the floor had been built to a jaw-dropping height. However, the post had been blocked by the moderator a few days ago, so the title was grayed out.In the last reply of the post, the moderator explained that they originally wanted to delete this post, but found that it could not be deleted. Not only that, but this post would float to the home page by itself. It was really distressing. I hope there are engineers who are proficient in network technology can help.

The Archangel was attracted attention, even when he was still a human being, he made up his mind never to mess with this ominous game, and now he has also downloaded this supposedly cursed game, intending to pass the time. Bold, even if there is really a curse, will he still be afraid of the majestic Archangel?

However, the moment the game page popped up, he smelled something abnormal.

The demonic energy spread along the computer screen, and those two things that ordinary humans could not see or touch must be the culprit of the so-called curse.

Michael smiled slightly and waved his hand lightly, and the devilish energy immediately dissipated, like water mist evaporating in the sun.

After getting rid of the dirty thing that was contained in the game like a virus, Michael played the game while eating snacks. After all, this game under the banner of terror is just a traditional routine plot. Human teenagers One day I saw the "Underworld", the blood-polluted world overlapped with the real world. Since then, various social accidents have occurred frequently, demons have descended, and the world is in chaos.In order to save the world, human teenagers embarked on a journey of slaying demons.

After playing here, Michael was already drowsy. He saved a file, then turned off the game, and checked the news media.

These days, due to the demonic civil war, there have been many security problems in the human world, and various death reports have been reported one after another, which makes people dizzy.He glanced at the headlines, so he missed many important "little incidents". Those cases where the deceased claimed to have seen the "underworld" were drowned in the news of many large-scale accidents, and turned into passing clouds in the era of information explosion.

Michael yawned for a long time. He found that the world without the morning star was really boring.

The days went by day by day, until Chen Xing returned to the human world one day, and when he opened the door of his house, he suddenly saw a scene that made him dumbfounded.

The noble and elegant Archangel, with long knotted hair, lay lazily on the bed covered with a change of pajamas and fell asleep soundly.The floor is strewn with bulging garbage bags filled with household waste such as snacks and quick-frozen dumpling bags.

"Without my care, you really..."

Chen Xing quietly picked up the garbage bag on the ground, threw it downstairs, and helped him clean the messy room.Michael opened his eyes in a daze, as if he saw the face of the visitor clearly while he was half asleep, his vigilance dissipated immediately, and he closed his eyelids again.

Chen Xing sat on the head of the bed, gently covered her lover with a quilt, and stared quietly at the familiar face.

When Michael woke up, the face that had appeared in his dreams countless times occupied his vision, and the tip of his nose seemed to be only a punch away.

"Morning Star? When did you come?"

"Not long, just arrived." After finishing speaking, Chen Xing gently kissed his forehead.

Michael straightened up with a blushing face, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't cleaned properly in the past few months, and felt a little embarrassed, but when he looked around, he found that the room was completely new.

Want to know who did it.

"Are you done with hell?" He put on his slippers and made a cup of tea for Morningstar.

"Well, after Beelzebub was released from prison, he decided to change his mind, fulfill his duties, and manage hell well. He started working today, so I came to you."

Michael couldn't help but laugh. He didn't know whether to say that Beelzebub had a high awareness of correcting his mistakes, or that he had a good way of rectifying in hell and prison.But now, everything seems to be over, and a bright future is welcoming him.

Thinking of this, a faint smile gradually appeared on the face of the archangel.

"However, in the past few months, you haven't even looked for me once." After giving him a date, Chen Xing gave him a blow to the head.

"I... just forgot how to get to hell." Michael felt a little guilty.

"There should still be many cracks in hell that haven't been repaired in time in the human world, you can just find one." Speaking of this, Chen Xing's complexion suddenly changed.

"Michael... When did you open a crack at home?" The man's bony fingers pointed to a crack beside the computer desk that would have been overlooked if he didn't look carefully.

Hair-like cracks float in the air, like a needle suspended in the air.

Filling up a small crack was effortless for both of them, but this little episode made Chen Xing frown.

"Even if ordinary demons eat the bear heart and leopard courage, they will never dare to come to you to make trouble. Michael, think about it carefully, has anything unusual happened during my absence?"

"No, I just went online and played games." He turned on the computer, pointed to the game icon on the screen, and said, "In the first moment when I opened the game, a ball of demonic energy floated out, and I beat it to death." Went out."

After a while, the archangel came to his senses and asked, "Could it be that there is something wrong with that cloud of devilish energy?"

Chen Xing did not speak, and borrowed the computer to search for the title of the game. Afterwards, he saw several reports about real cases among the many web pages with horror and curse gimmicks.

"The player was cursed by the game and died at home?"

After clicking on it, a more detailed article appeared in front of the two of them.It turns out that many players died bizarrely after playing this so-called cursed game, and even claimed to have seen something that did not belong to this world before they died.The article described the evil of this game with embellishments, and a good news suddenly turned into an unserious and unscrupulous toilet reading.

There are a lot of scolding in the comments under the article, "Does the current garbage game even have to eat a mouthful of human blood steamed buns for publicity and marketing? In order to let more people know about this broken game, write such completely irresponsible news Reporting, won’t the reporter’s conscience ache?”

Chen Xing turned his head and said, "I think this game may really have something to do with the deaths of these people. The magic energy leaked from the game opened up the crack to communicate with hell, causing some unruly little things to come out and hunt."

Michael felt a little heavy, so he nodded and searched for information about the game production company.However, unexpectedly, there is no information about the game production company on the Internet at all, as if this ominous game appeared out of thin air.

"Hiss—" He took a breath.

As a former anchor who played games a lot, he naturally knows how widely the game is circulated. Nine out of ten young people nowadays will get into the game. It will be a way of spreading very fast and with a very wide range.

"Who is it..." If this kind of thing that harms others and does not benefit oneself is said to be a prank by some devil, it is too vicious.

Chen Xing knew that there was no room for sand in her lover's eyes, so she said, "I'm going to investigate who is behind the scenes."

"I'll accompany you." Michael seemed to be hesitant, but finally said: "I have always understood that the reason why you pay attention to the affairs of the human world is to please me—just like Beelzebub was in church that day. As mentioned in the book. As a demon, you can obviously play the role of a cannibal who eats flesh and blood, there is no need at all...like now, fulfill the duty of protecting human beings for me."

The man's brows and eyes were slightly bent, he bent down, and gently hugged his lover into his arms.

"So what, I'm happy now."

However, just when the two were full of ambition and were about to find the black hand behind the scenes, the world suddenly ushered in a drastic change.

In the sky, on the streets, and on the buildings, countless cracks are cracked, like the land after a severe drought.The scarlet color rolled out of those cracks like magma, spreading in all directions.The cracks spread out at a rapid speed, and the stench rushed towards the face.

The smog covered the sky and the sun, and the smell of sulfur was mixed with the smell of blood, sweeping from all directions.Pedestrians fled in panic, and the streets were in chaos.

"Morning star, what's going on?"

The demon frowned, with a hint of impatience evident on his face. "We are one step too late, hell and earth are merging."

As soon as the words fell, huge fingers protruded from the cracks the size of a car, scratching at the nearby buildings randomly, and the reinforced concrete collapsed instantly. The giant hand that only protruded from the crack held it in the palm.

The flames struck in an instant, burning off the hand that belonged to the troll.The frightened human beings shook like chaff, broke free from the shackles tremblingly, and fled limping into the distance.

"This is definitely a premeditated action—" Michael tried to fill the crack, but with his own strength, the crack continued to expand far faster than he could fill it.

Chen Xing stuffed the demon with the severed hand back to the other end of the crack, and said: "There are too many small cracks buried in advance, just like the wall collapses in just a few seconds after termites eat away at it. "

"Is it all because of that game?" He should have discovered the problem earlier!

However, it seems to be a bit late now, and more demons continue to crawl out of the cracks, and there are even some familiar faces.

The yawning blond boy flew out lazily and stretched himself. "Hi, Your Majesty, and Maharaja."

"Belil?" Michael turned around while repairing the crack, and gave him a surprised look.

"Ah, let me just say that the cows in the ranch are not very obedient today, and this kind of thing happened. There are too many cracks, right? Wait, I'll contact that money fan Mamen to ask for more maintenance budget... ..." As he spoke, Beryl took out what looked like a mobile phone, and said, "Hey, Lawrence, bring more maintenance workers... Yes, I don't know, go and talk to Mammon Let me tell you, the financial fan, His Majesty will reimburse all the expenses for this event! Remember to bring more people!"

Just as Belial asked his butler for help, Michael saw more familiar faces.

Many of Morningstar's subordinates walked towards their Majesty while repelling the demons who tried to pass through the crack.

After a series of reports on the current situation in Hell, the demons repaired the cracks in an orderly manner under the command of Morning Star.

"What?" The demons were far away just now, and Michael couldn't hear what they said clearly. When Chen Xing came to him, he grabbed the opponent's sleeve. "What's going on in hell now?"

"It is said that the prime minister is maintaining order, and Samael is watching. I thought it was Beelzebub's ulterior motives..." At this point, he was slightly stunned, and refuted his previous words, "No, Michael , the human world temporarily asks you to hold on for a while, I will go back to hell."

Crack propagation, which has already buried hidden dangers, does not require the mastermind to appear in person. He only needs to ignite the gun to retreat outside the curtain.

Not long after Chen Xing left, groups of demons flew over, and under the command of Michael and Beryl, they flew to their respective areas of responsibility to repair the cracks. Everyone gathered firewood and the flames were high, and the cracks spread unknowingly. The speed slowed down a lot.

The shivering humans hiding in the corner looked at them, as if they regarded these guys who were obviously different from ordinary people as the accomplices of those harmful monsters.Belial smiled and greeted those humans who could see them, almost frightening their fragile little nerves.

"There's no way, hell and the human world are almost merging into one, and now it's too cloudy, and even ordinary people can see things like us that shouldn't exist." He touched his chin and comforted Michael Said: "But you don't have to worry, Your Majesty, even if the human world really becomes hell, His Majesty will manage the new world well."

"Are you kidding me, can human beings survive in such a harsh environment?" Michael was furious, and ruthlessly chopped up a red-eyed demon who was trying to hurt people. "Look at these guys, who can control their appetite?"

"Ah, that's true. Human beings are really fragile." Beryl showed a compassionate expression, "What's more, if His Majesty wants to squeeze out the prime minister and handle political affairs properly, he won't have time to accompany the majesty."

Michael was slightly taken aback, wasn't he?If the human world and hell merge, and Chen Xing continues to be his "faint lord", then the guy who really realizes his ambition is the prime minister who holds great power.

"It turns out that Lord Beelzebub swore to govern hell well...that's what it means!" Beryl exaggeratedly showed a look of sudden realization, "It's a pity that he has apologized and repented now, and His Majesty really has no position and charges against him again." Make an arrest. Your Majesty—"

The blond demon suddenly spread its wings, landed in front of Michael, and said with a smile, "Come on."

Michael suppressed his thoughts, even if there was significant progress in repairing the cracks—the repair speed finally exceeded the spreading speed, and it was only a matter of time before the human world returned to normal, he had no intention of cheering with all the demons.

He was very contradictory in his heart, for reason, he should kill the culprit directly, once and for all; for love, he didn't want his lover to be entangled in official business, so that he would return to those months of boring game house time again.

If he stayed in hell, he couldn't hold back that face—he, an archangel who used to go to the sea of ​​blood to cleanse the big devil every three days, even with the protection of the morning star, he couldn't escape the hatred of some demons, right?

Time passed slowly by minute and second, and it seemed longer than in the past.

The sky gradually revealed a little blue, and the cracks that were originally densely covered like spider webs slowly closed the eyelids, leaving only small and narrow gaps one after another.

Beryl even made a phone call leisurely: "Mammon, don't guard your little coffers, come to the human world and pay the migrant workers... Who is coveting your money! It's for His Majesty Ka, isn't his money kept by you—hey, majesty, don't mind, our money is all in Mamen's hands, there is no rule in hell to hand over money to his wife for safekeeping..."

Seeing the other party's chattering appearance, Michael seemed to be in a better mood. "I don't mind, I'm glad you can help. Thank you."

Belial seemed to be slightly dazzled by Michael's smile, and after a slight hesitation, he suddenly calmed down, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Actually, we should thank you. You may not know...before I found you , Your Majesty's condition has not been very good, he tried to commit suicide, muttering something in his mouth 'he is still waiting for me in another world'... However, he is already a demon king, death is a very difficult thing, a strong self Healing ability can bring him back to life when he is on the verge of death, so every time he fails to commit suicide, he cries like a two-hundred-five."

"Suicide?" Michael remembered that in the previous world, he heard that "Jiang Chen" also often committed suicide.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, suddenly realizing how much each of his previous deaths would have an impact on those who loved him deeply.

He doesn't want to die, but the human body is too fragile, he can die in every world without burden, but what about the one left behind?

The cracks in all directions were gradually repaired, and demons from all over the world flew to him to report the situation, and Belial was celebrating his success, but he didn't have any thoughts of talking and laughing.It was as if a huge stone was pressing on his novice, making him unable to breathe.

He suddenly didn't know how he should face Chen Xing, the man who had been through his long years.

While he was in a daze, a loud noise suddenly came, and everyone looked up at the direction of the sound, only to see a giant fly-like monster flying in the sky, dodging the sword strikes from behind, and splashing water. A rancid pathogenic slurry!

"Morning Star--"