[Quick Transmigration] Boyfriend system

"What do I want to do?"

What Michael didn't expect was that an unintentional question that he didn't expect to get an answer made the face of the man in front of him change instantly.The next moment, even the sneering smile with unknown meaning disappeared from his lips, leaving only a cold and indifferent look on the man's handsome face, "I don't want to do anything, but he forced me to do it."

"...He?" Although he didn't know who the "he" in Lucifer's mouth was, Michael still tried to save him, "Your Highness, you worry too much, no one is forcing you! While nothing happened now, Please stop. Michael swears here that he will never tell Father God about this!"

What made him stunned again was that the moment his voice fell, the man in front of him laughed wantonly as if he heard some funny joke. It was clearly a bright and happy expression, on top of the man's pale face. , unexpectedly only thick irony.

The man stopped entangled with him, tapped his direction with his fingertips, and a cloud of gray and black energy suddenly hit him.

The red-haired angel's blue six wings stretched out in an instant, and swiftly waved the condensed light blade in his hand, cutting off the black air.

"Lucifer!" The red-haired angel did not expect that the first time he called the full name of the angel in front of him was under such circumstances. However, the current position of the leader of the Angel Legion did not allow him to hesitate any longer. With a firm heart, I said, "As the current Seraph Archangel, I announce your arrest and hand it over to Father God—!"

The next moment, Michael's unfinished words came to an abrupt end.

Under the surprised and angry eyes of the red-haired angel, the man finally let go of the slender fingers that had been caressing the top of the griffin's head.

The moment his fingertips left, a dark aura like thick fog suddenly rose from the feet of the two griffins, and quickly spread throughout their bodies.Amid the painful and shrill cries of the two griffins, the cold sweat on the forehead of the incumbent Seraph grew worse. Seeing the man looking down at the two griffins with admiring eyes, Michael tightened the light blade in his hand, calmly Finally released a ball of light, then shouted "Stop", and flew forward to fight with him.

"As expected of Jehovah's most loyal dog." The man dodged his attack leisurely, and looked at him playfully with his dark and deep eyes. You jumped up and barked at me, but you also want to protect your master..."

"You are not allowed to insult my god!" The red-haired angel's green eyes widened violently because of the overwhelming rage, and the attack was faster and more urgent, and the light blade full of the pure spiritual power of the Seraph attacked the man without the slightest hesitation.

The man's night-like eyes looked at him, and the pupils suddenly became pitch black, like a vortex in a black river, attracting his mind.

Afterwards, Michael saw in disbelief that the light blade in his hand pierced the man's body, and the spiritual power in the light blade spread across the man's body without any room for retention, burning all the vitality in his body.

"Michael, it was you who snatched everything that belonged to Lucifer and caused him to go astray." Under the damage of his spiritual power, the man's slender body suddenly disintegrated into small pieces, and then slowly Dissipated into the air, but the voice of resentment and complaint lingered in Michael's ears for a long time, "Today, you actually killed Lucifer with your own hands. It turns out that the Archangel Michael, whom the angels respect and love, is nothing more than An ungrateful villain!"

"Your Highness! No, I just want to stop you! I never thought of taking everything from you, so why would I want to kill you!?" Michael stretched out his hand in vain to save the disappearing figure of the man, but finally stopped Unable to see him disappear, he looked around blankly and murmured, "I actually...killed His Highness..."

The blue eyes of the red-haired angel gradually became lifeless.

"Michael, you are always so loyal and soft-hearted." The unscathed man gently pushed away the angel's stiff light blade in front of him, and a sarcasm smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Then in this endless nightmare Experience my pain. How about it?"

The painful groans of the two griffins in the ears finally stopped abruptly after a sharp and piercing cry. When the thick black fog surrounding the griffins gradually dissipated, two horrifying beasts appeared, and they were extremely respectful. He squatted down beside the man.

The griffon's shiny white hair has been replaced by gray-black at this moment, and its body size has grown twice as much as before. Even the wings growing on its sides have expanded accordingly. The crow-colored wings have a black metal-like luster. Extraordinarily shocking.

"Okay, I have spent so much effort to transform you, not to make you stupid here." The man coldly pushed away the heads of the two fierce beasts that came close to him, squinted his eyes to look at the sky, and lowered his eyes and ordered, " The commotion was so loud just now, it was hard not to attract attention. You sent me the legion of the fifth heaven before the Lord came over."

The two ferocious beasts gave a low growl in response, and then struggled to break free from the reins that restrained them, threw off the sky cart pulled behind them, and flew into the air with all their might.

"What's the sound outside?!"

"How is this going?!"

"Why is there such a strong demonic energy gushing out?"

"Oh, my true God! Have you noticed that this devilish energy is getting closer and closer to us!"

"Master Archangel, please guide us!"

"My lord, could it be that monsters have invaded the heavens?"

Amidst the tense, doubtful or flustered discussions of the angels, Seraphim Beelzebub, the captain of the heavenly choir on the high platform, led the choir members to sing the last song that no one listened to. Carol, a gentle and handsome face suddenly bloomed with a smile as warm as usual, and said to the angels in the audience with his usual gentle and gentle voice: "You don't need to panic, it's just that Seraph Archangel has returned."

"Archangel Blazing? Return?"

Under the puzzled gazes of all the angels, including all the archangels except Samael, the captain of the Heavenly Chorus smiled even brighter, and did not continue to explain, but turned his head to Samael and said softly: "Still What are you doing here? His Highness is coming in soon."

"Okay." The pale angel whose eyes were covered with white silk cloth nodded lightly, and then spread the six crow-colored wings and flew to the high platform.

"No...impossible...his wings...are black?!"

"As a Seraphim, you should have a sacred color, right?"

"I see! No wonder Master Samael was rejected by the true god in the fifth heaven. It turned out that it was because of such an ugly color?"

"Is that so?"

"Ah. You guys are wrong." To everyone's surprise, the usually gentle captain of the choral team smiled and said again, "Because...not just him, but also me, us, and Everyone in the future will have such a beautiful and alluring color of night..."

His words seemed to be the key to open the magic box. As the words fell to the ground, all the angels on the high platform seemed to have torn off their disguise. No matter what their original appearance was, they all turned into black hair and black eyes in an instant, with dark wings behind them. Unscrupulously unfolding, it is particularly abrupt in this sacred temple of the true god.

"They...they are fallen angels transformed by evil!"

"Beelzebub, what the hell are you doing?!" Azazel frowned, and was about to get up and go out, but was pulled by the cuffs by the people around him.

"Wait a minute, Azazel." The boy with brown cat eyes pinched his cuffs so tightly his fingertips turned white, but he still insisted on not letting go.

"Metatron, what are you doing?" Azazel turned his head anxiously and glanced at the restless crowd behind him, "Father God is coming soon, I can't let them go on like this!"

"Azazel!" There was a trace of deepness on the young man's handsome face that did not match his appearance, "It seems that His Highness has already... Don't you want to know where you really belong?"

Azazel was obviously stunned, and said in some astonishment: "Could it be that you also..."

Just as he was struggling, the tightly closed door of the Temple of the True God was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the thick and substantive cold aura spread rapidly in the temple, making everyone breathless.

The heavenly choir on the high platform began to sing songs of praise again.Different from any previous singing, the strange and strange tone, the low and charming whisper, accompanied by the slightest itchy temptation, hooked the evil thoughts hidden in the hearts of almost all angels.

"If, there can be no love, let me be a tolerant god...

Then let hate, let me become a demon of resentment...

If, heaven is really a deception,

So……

Maybe I should have been in the devil world long ago.

let me fall

My daemon.

Let hatred blacken my wings,

Let your power fill me,

Let me be under your bloody sky...

fly again,

My daemon.

make me fall..."

"We welcome the return of Your Highness." In the panic-stricken eyes of everyone, the fallen angels on the high platform knelt down devoutly and bowed their heads.

"Master True God, why don't you stop him?"

In the Garden of Eden, the eighth heaven, the holy son Adam, dressed in the "Messiah" robe, looked up at the thick black fog spreading in the orange sky, his fingers hanging by his side clenched into fists, and asked in a low voice .

As usual, the god sitting at the stone table did not speak, but stared down at the almost carved shaped crystal in his hand, and gently stroked the fat face of the little angel with his fingertips.

"Master True God?"

Until the Holy Son couldn't help asking again, the god finally turned his attention away from the little angel, and his cold voice didn't fluctuate a bit because of the current predicament in the heavens: "It's you who should stop him."

"But you can obviously..."

"Messiah." The god coldly interrupted the unfinished words of the Son, "Anyone is just a puppet of the world's development track, including me."