[Quick Transmigration] A report on the adaptation of an AI to society

"His tail dragged a third of the stars in the sky and fell to the ground", so the bard described the beginning of this war.

Lucifer's rebellion started the war in the heavens. He gave up the glorious title bestowed on him by the Lord, and as the fallen angel who fell into darkness, Lucifer led all the rebellious angels into the seventh heaven.

All the angels were involved in this war. The Lord gave the Son of God to the angelic army, and let Michael lead the right-wing angelic army to fight against it as the deputy king of the kingdom of heaven, the lord of light, and the head of the seraphim standing on the right side of God. Lucifer, and Gabriel did not lose the trust of the Lord because of the ambiguous relationship between himself and Lucifer, and he was still appointed as the deputy commander of the army by the Lord, who was much loved.

As a commander-level archangel, you naturally have to participate in the command of this war. Today, the flames of war were ignited by you in the northern border of the kingdom of heaven, and then continued to spread, like a giant beast stepping on the rumbling footsteps, taking fresh life Swallow it in, and spit out the bones.

For the believers, this is a struggle to defend their beliefs, and the final outcome is undoubtedly related to their supreme Lord—the blood of the enemy will add to the glory of the Lord, and the pride of the enemy will damage the majesty of the Lord.

They gave this bloody massacre the sacred title of "Justice Judgment", but you know, this is just a war, no different from any other war-the truth is so cruel, no matter where, no matter No one can escape the shadow of this giant beast, no matter what its name is, war will never change.

"Pray to the Lord and rest in peace."

Lucifer with black wings said, he was still biting his own smile, even in depravity, his golden long hair and eyes are still as bright as before, nothing can compare to his brilliance, the darkness can only accentuate his good.

Thus began the war.

You drew out your sword and smashed the rising rebels to pieces. Michael repulsed the enemies who pounced on your back, and quickly said: "Be careful, follow me closely." You pursed your lips, feeling a little displeased Willingly follow in the footsteps of the archangel.

You do appear to be a little mediocre in terms of war, and Michael is also here to protect you, but you are really tired of his protective posture all the time—as long as you are behind him, not even a drop of blood will splash on your clothes.

The battle line was stretched very long, the angels fought each other, and the former friends wanted to put each other to death for their beliefs.Raphael and his followers were busy treating the wounded, their wings could not stop flapping. Gabriel guided the sacrificed angels to prevent these pure souls from being lured away by Satan. Uriel looked stern. , Holding the holy fire to burn the evil, Lemuel blinded the opponent's eyes with illusions, and Midalene completely lost his usual innocence and liveliness, and treated these unconvinced rebels cruelly.

But they couldn't slow down Lucifer's footsteps any more. These efforts were as weak as the spider's silk wrapped around his ankle.Stepping on graceful steps, Lucifer calmly broke through Lemuel's illusion, brushed away the fire in front of him, and picked up Midalene, who was scurrying around like a cannonball, and Midalene jumped vigorously in his hand. Da, yelling at the top of your lungs: "Ahhhhh, Sariel, save me! Don't pull my hair, you bastard!" You just took a step and was stopped by Michael.

"I'll go." He said in a low voice.

You put away your sword, took a few steps back, and stared at the Archangel's back drenched in sweat—after all, now is not the time to show off, your current ability is far inferior to that of Michael and Lucifer, or even with several other Seraphs. Nothing compares.

Both sides of the war could not help but stop and look up to see their lord approaching the confrontation.

The wind blows away the sulfur and burnt smell that evaporated from the ground, and the decisive battle between light and darkness is imminent. So many angels (or righteous or evil) sacrificed for it, but these are far from enough to make the outcome, until In the end, only the duel between the leaders of the two major legions will determine the final trend of the war. At this time, individual heroism is always inevitable.

Michael held the sword of flame, and the flames made his long hair a little orange. Compared with his serious attitude, Lucifer seemed a little lazy. His smile was not so much provocative as it was casual—he didn’t Not caring about Michael's threats, this is more contempt than hostility.

"Come on, let's make a quick decision."

"So do I."

The two sides exchanged harsh words and began to fight.

The sound of the blades colliding saw eardrums, Michael gritted his teeth and tensed his arms, but Lucifer kept smiling.

"You cannot defeat me," whispered Lucifer in the ear of the enemy, "because I am the closest to God."

Michael took a deep breath, knocked away Lucifer's sword, and the flames of God lit Lucifer's raised hair.Lucifer smothered the flames casually, took up the sword, and the slender weapon in his hand was stretched to the height of a person in the light. A gigantic eye slowly opened on the blade. There was a gust of hurricane, the earth trembled under its eyes, and the angels could not move when they were stared at, and their chests were filled with suffocating fear—the gaze of the Lord.

Michael was also swept by this kind of unreasonable fear, his glorious six wings froze, and then fell straight down from a high altitude.Biting his own smile, Lucifer folded his wings and chased after him. He aimed at Michael's chest in the strong wind and raised his sword high——

"Pray to the Lord and rest in peace." Lucifer's voice was extremely soft, and his golden pupils shone with excitement—he will win the war against the Lord, and he will kill his own faith. A feat to be proud of.

You watched the posture of the fallen angel making the final blow to Michael, and you twitched your fingers slightly - at this moment, only the shadow of the archangel falling at a high speed can be accommodated in your eyes.

Suddenly, a giant hand made of corpses protruded from the bones all over the ground, accompanied by the shaking of the earth. It was so huge that even Shang Dafeng, the giant in the kingdom of heaven, could not compare with its smallest finger. All the angels showed terrified expressions in unison, and Gabriel staggered back, overturned by the shock caused by this monster.This huge monster moved its knuckles stiffly, and with every small movement, severed limbs peeled off from it, smashing to death several angels fleeing in panic on the ground.

This is a corpse made of corpses, death generated by death. It has no mouth to make a terrifying hoarse cry. Breathing the cold breath of death, the corpse became a gear, biting and driving this giant hand.This creature that seems to have crawled out of the depths of hell could be every child's nightmare just because of its amazing shape-even if it is only a hand (compared with it, Boogeyman ① is too approachable).

The hand swung towards Lucifer slowly and silently, grabbing the godlike angel like a flying insect.For the first time, Lucifer showed a flustered expression. He turned the direction of the attack and plunged the sword into the palm of the monster. If there is a brain or neurons), at most a few parts are lost.

Lucifer was still easily grabbed by the other party, the giant hand slowly turned the wrist joint, and then swung down, throwing the unconscious angel to the ground without emotion.After completing this series of actions, the giant hand seemed to have completed its mission, and fell down like a puppet with broken strings. The huge body was smashed to pieces, the ground shook, and the strong breath of death on it quickly disappeared.

The angels didn't know how to react for a while, they stared blankly at the direction where the giant hand fell, and couldn't pull themselves out of the shock, finally one angel came back to his senses and shouted: "The archangel is injured! "A bunch of healing angels rushed forward in a chaotic manner. Both sides carried their unconscious leader back. Gabriel nervously grabbed Michael's hand. You noticed that he turned his head and glanced at you quickly. The blue-haired Uriel squatted halfway where the giant hand appeared and disappeared, as if looking for something.

You wrapped your left hand in your long robe, and uncharacteristically did not follow.

With this mysterious aid, Lucifer was helplessly defeated. The winner and loser had a peaceful exchange during the intermission, and then exited in an orderly manner to prepare for the next war.

Since Raphael is extremely busy with work, it falls to you, the idler, to take care of Michael.

You knocked on the door, got permission, pushed it open and walked in.Michael was leaning against the window sill, looking down at the ancient scroll in his hand, the dim light cast a shadow on his face, it was extremely beautiful.A line of poetry comes to mind unconsciously: the red cross shines in his hand, and the moonlight spills blood on the ground through the glass.

Indeed.

The first heaven is not as bright as the seventh heaven. This place is the closest to hell and far away from the throne of the Lord. It is always shrouded in dark night, so the room is a little dark, and the light between Michael's fingers is also flickering.

You held up your brown lantern to him and said, "Anael lent me his lamp, I thought you might need it." Michael smiled, "Sure, sit with me for a while Bar."

You nodded, walked over to put down the lantern, and sat down next to Michael.He leaned on your shoulder, exhaustion made his head extremely heavy.

You pressed his shoulder and comforted him softly: "It's okay, we will win."

"The Lord will win, but I can't," Michael shook his head and whispered, "I...can't defeat him, Lucifer is right, he is much stronger than me, because the Lord once loved him so much and gave him His glorious appearance is peaceful and equal to his own strength. Even if he is thrown into hell, he is still the most proud work of the Lord. I cannot fight against the enemy who is equivalent to the Lord. Sariel, what should I do next..."

You're silent for a few seconds because you don't want to lie and you don't want to hurt your friend, so you change the subject and say, "You're hurt, let me heal you."

Michael murmured when you applied the cure: "I don't know who saved me at that time."

"Maybe it's the Lord." You answered casually.

"The Lord would not have that power, that power of... death."

Your movements froze for a moment, and then continued to say nonchalantly, "Why, are you afraid? Or disgusted?"

Michael pondered for a moment, then replied: "But it saved me."

So you're still afraid, and disgusted, Michael.

You pressed his forehead and said, "Okay, let's have a good rest, I'll..."

"Wait," Michael grabbed your left hand that you hadn't had time to withdraw, and pulled it in front of your eyes—there was a deep wound on your hand that had scabbed over, and the wound ran through the entire palm, "You're injured , when?" He looked up and asked.

You replied vaguely: "How can war not be injured, well, leave me alone and have a good rest."

"You..." Michael stared at you with emerald eyes, as if he had seen through your poor disguise.

You didn't let Michael go on talking, you pulled your hand back forcefully, and hurried away, almost fleeing.

①Boogeyman: refers to a kind of monster that parents use to scare their children in traditional Western culture. They have no physical image that can be described, so in legend they can change into what people fear most.

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