sweet conquest of the devil gl

"Hi, anyone, I want an ice cream, double scoop, vanilla and chocolate." Standing in front of the ice cream shop, Floria's call was not answered.

What a headache, can only look at the glass cover and drool?

Floria closed her eyes. If it was another environment, she might not necessarily think it was a hallucination or a dream, but in such a modern city, only her own consciousness can construct the entire world.

So, let's build - Ice Cream Parlor Owner!

"Guest, you are so cute." An ice cream was handed to Floria.

This ice cream not only has light yellow vanilla balls, brown chocolate balls, but also a green cantaloupe ball that Floria likes very much.

"Because the customer is so cute, this order is free." The store manager who looks exactly like Barbatos raised his lips and smiled.

"Barbatos, you are really the same everywhere." Floria took the ice cream, licked it, and it still tasted familiar.

"Huh? Guest, my name is not Barbatos."

"What's that called?"

"Call me dear."

"..." Floria froze for a moment, then looked up at the store manager.

The store manager's red eyes were not joking at all, they were very serious.

"Your real name?"

"Yes, I didn't lie to you."

I want a cell phone, I really want it.As soon as this thought came across, the phone appeared in his hand.Floria turned on the camera as quickly as possible, pointed at the store manager and clicked.

"Guest, what are you doing?"

"Let a thick-skinned guy like you see her relatives." Floria stretched out her hand directly after taking pictures of the single person: "Come on, give me a hand."

"Guest, there is a door to come in, I will open it for you."

"I said, give me a hand." Floria clapped her hands impatiently, and continued to open her hands.This is the world in her mind, so anything is fine, right?

"Yes, customer." The store manager took Floria's arm, hugged her waist when she stepped on the counter, and asked her to stand inside.

"You should still call me Your Highness."

"Huh? The customer is not going to thank me?" The store manager put Floria away and looked down at her.

"Thank you, manager."

"Don't guests call their names when they thank people?" The long silver hair almost touched the vanilla ball.

"...Thank you." Floria raised her head with a sunny smile, "Dear."

"Very good, Your Highness." A familiar expression appeared on the store manager's face.

Then, he received a heavy blow to the chin: "Barbatos, are you clearly here?!"

"What's coming? Uh..." The store manager held his chin, full of grievances: "It hurts, didn't the customer ask me to call you Your Highness just now?"

"It seems to be, then please disappear first, this place will soon become dangerous." Floria lowered her head, what the hell was she playing? Crossel is still planning.

After snapping his fingers, the store manager, who was like a twin with Barbatos, disappeared without a trace.

Only under the dominion of consciousness, the king can snap his fingers so loudly.

I don't know why, but Floria is a little bit lost. Have you gotten used to her standing by my side?

The human side is really soft.

"I found you, miss." Across the street, Crossel walked step by step against the sunlight.In his hand, the dangerous weapon was shining coldly.

"It seems that you think you have a great advantage." Floria threw the ice cream over indifferently, and the devil easily stepped aside, and the soft chocolate and cantaloupe were mixed together.

"Isn't it? Please rest assured that the flow of time here is static relative to the outside world." Crossel's smile is distorted: "That is to say, we can do many, many interesting things here. One day, two days God...until your consciousness is completely wiped out."

"Ha, that's really good news." Floria tilted her head: "Since there is still a lot of time, can you tell me how did you get in? You still have a gun?"

"It's very simple. My former owner was also the devil king of the company. There are one or two very useful things in her inheritance." Crossel approached the ice cream shop and pointed the gun at Floria's forehead.

"That's right, this kind of world is very familiar to the company." Floria stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers.

At the same second, the gun in Crossel's hand roared.

Such a simple victory is a bit boring.The distorted smile on Crossel's face suddenly stopped.

Because, the azure blue defensive formation completely blocked the attack, and Floria did not move an inch.

"What kind of magic is that?!" Absolutely wrong, to be able to use magic in the spiritual world, one must either fully understand it, or know it by oneself.

In his thousands of years of memory, there is no such thing as a defensive formation that can be cast instantly. Even if it is self-created magic, at least it must be high-level magic.

Impossible, why should the newly born devil king who is so weak? !

"What are you surprised about? This is [My World], isn't it?" Following Floria's step, the ice cream cabinet in front of her became transparent and was directly passed through.

"No, it's impossible." Crossel pulled the trigger continuously, but nothing happened. The gun in his hand turned into a pigeon, flapping its wings and flying into the sky.

"It was you who said just now, we still have a long ~ a long ~ time to waste, come on, let's do something interesting together." Floria didn't laugh, but it made Crossel's heart more than ridicule chills.

With each step she approaches, the entire world cycles through tearing and reassembling.

【Gods】Light is needed, and the world has light. [God] needs to be created, and the world begins to be generated.

The whole city is Floria's domain, seething in an illusory combination.The city roared to answer all her wishes.

"Master Demon King, I'm still useful to you, I have a lot of information." Crossel backed away trembling.In order to activate special props, he is now using the soul of his body.

If you are killed here, the consequence is eternal sleep.

"You can talk, talk freely, the more you talk, the more likely I will let you go." Floria temporarily stopped approaching, and she transformed into a throne inlaid with gems, and sat on the throne dignifiedly.

A steel fence surrounds the devil, shaping the scene of his trial.

"..." As expected of the Demon King, he spoke so freshly and refinedly when he lied.

It is one thing to know in the heart, but another thing to do, Crossel has no choice.

"You heard it just now, I am also an employee of the company." Crossel lowered his head: "As long as you save my life, I can swear to become your true subordinate after I go out."

"Good point, go on."

"There is one more thing that you should be very interested in, about the Demon Lord's return to religion." While speaking, Crossel was making small movements. One of his hands was propped on the ground, and the other was secretly dialing. Move the hands of a pocket watch.

"Maybe the demon lord's return to the sect will be successful, they have already mastered part of the trick—"

Pointer, homing!

The pocket watch was suspended in the air, and Crossel showed a successful smile. Before the smile could fully unfold, Floria manifested something even more incredible.

Carrying a deterrent firearm on her shoulders, Floria completely crushed the throne: "Let you get to know this friend, you can call him RPG."

"That's not necessary!"

"I'm not asking for advice."

Amidst the explosion, Crossel and the pocket watch were blown to different directions, and Crossel activated the second magic to forcefully drag the pocket watch towards him.

"Really, physical attacks won't work on you." After Floria muttered to herself, a new mutation occurred.

"Then use holy light to deal with evil." Anyway, no one saw it, so it doesn't matter how exaggerated it is.

Floria's heart agitated, a pair of pure white wings spread out, and a golden arc of light appeared above her head, and the [angel]-like Demon King appeared.

"Are you ready to be purified? Devil." Under the compassionate eyes, there is a mocking lips.

Pieces of light feathers outline pure power.

It's all what and what!Crossel's brain was violently stirred up, trying to analyze the favorable conditions for him from countless complicated situations.

Why is there a devil who can transform into an angel? !Even if this is the spiritual world, she should have signed a contract with the company!

【Creation】

A word flashed through Crossel's mind.

Could it be, could it be the legendary...a person with that kind of physique?

That would explain why the company would designate the technology side... No, this message has no effect now.

Messages that work...angels...good and evil...gamble!

"Do you know that Earl Crossel's soul has not been swallowed by me yet." Crossel said sincerely: "You can save him, he is very cowardly."

This was the last card in his hand, and it couldn't be any smaller for a real devil.

The light in Angel Floria's hand suddenly weakened.

The bet won, and Crossel grabbed the pocket watch.

The railroad decision hangs over Floria's head.

She knew that reason was telling her: kill this devil, more people will be saved, don't give up any good opportunity.

Another small voice said: Well, what about that child?

People are influenced by many things when they make choices: number of people, race, age, personality, appearance, good and evil, and so on.

The personal value of Earl Crossel is naturally inferior to the possible future victims whose number cannot be counted.

however…

"Help me, save me—"

The ability of an angel, which Floria believes an angel should have, still captures the almost desperate call in the soul.

The devil did not lie about this.

The boy was constantly, constantly, constantly calling for help, full of despair but not really desperate.He wants to survive, the idea of ​​wanting to survive does not change because of the interference of other elements.

So, the angel grabbed the boy's hand.

"I'm coming." Then, the angel dragged the imprisoned soul.

In the heart-piercing pain, the devil still activated the pocket watch without hesitation. This was his only chance to escape!He seized this fleeting opportunity and abruptly fell from the world of "angels" into the original plane.

The soul of Earl Crossel was firmly grasped by Floria and stayed in the spiritual world.

In the glaring light, the young man's soul kept weeping.

Ever since he was bewitched by his tutor and summoned the devil by sacrificing a bull, his time was limited to a fixed moment, and the cycle repeated.

The devil didn't eat him quickly just for the sake of physical perfection and resistance to various detections.

All he can do is call for help, call for help, call for help, and regret the wrong choice he made that day in an endless loop.

But now, real angels are watching him from above.

Angels have pure white wings, holy arcs of light, and compassionate expressions.Such an experience beyond a fairy tale has greatly relieved the fear and despair of being imprisoned.

When people fall into the abyss, they will always pin all their hopes on belief or some existence.

"Angel...Angel...I, I..." Earl Crossel was speechless. He didn't know how to praise and please a legendary angel who had no desires or desires.

He is just a frail and sickly child, with nothing but the status of earl.

Those who respected him only respected the knights on the frontier, and those who pitied him all pitied him for his doomed death.

Crossel knelt on the ground, he could not stand for a long time, nor could he run.Before the devil possessed him, he was actually riddled with holes.

If he hadn't been deceived by his tutor, he might not have survived until now.

"Stand up, Crossel." Said the angel hanging high in the sky.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the monsters in the gap for irrigation~