After being targeted by a paranoid god [Quick Transmigration]

"Somo—! Somo—!"

The voice of the youth is too cheerful and eye-catching, with a certain inexplicable appeal that can make people smile, so that those who originally walked on the street and were not very good with each other The people who were communicating also stopped and looked towards the source of the sound.

The one who made such a sound was a tall and thin young man, holding a camera in his hand, taking pictures of another young man beside him from different angles.

The young man who was caught as a model was a little impatient, and this emotion even showed a little on his face.

This is a beauty who undoubtedly has oriental ancestry, black and soft hair hangs obediently on her neck, a pair of clearer and brighter eyes than turquoise, the fly in the ointment is that her complexion is too pale, even It is probably not an exaggeration to say that it is bloodless.

And when the young man from the East looked towards this side, he could find that there was a large area of ​​tattoos tattooed under the corner of his right eye. It was a pattern with unknown meaning, like some kind of mysterious totem or a special tattoo. status symbol.

These black and purple tattoos were imprinted on the fair skin of the oriental youth, immediately bringing out a somewhat indescribable beauty.When the young man looked over, there were countless brilliance flowing in his eyes, which seemed to surpass all mountains and rivers in this world.

"Smile, Somo?"

Cyril bent his eyes and looked at Su Mo.Although the request he made sounded like he was having a good discussion with Sumo, a conversation like every pair of good friends would have.

But Su Mo, who was standing in front of him, knew that the dangerous emotions in that person's eyes were completely opposite to his kind, even playful tone.It was cold and dangerous, with a sense of vigilance in it. It seemed that as long as Su Mo didn't cooperate, no matter whether it was him or other innocent human beings in this city, they would all be harmed. Will bear the wrath of this king of angels.

"...Be more obedient, Sumo."

Seeing that Su Mo remained indifferent no matter what he said, the smile on Cyril's face finally subsided.

He looked at Su Mo and frowned.

"You don't want me to be angry here, do you?"

Su Mo finally moved his eyes and looked at him.

"What else do you want to do?"

he asked in a good voice.

"Haven't I already done what you asked me to do?"

While covering up the question, Su Mo stretched out his hand to touch the pattern on his cheek, and finally moved up slowly, submerging his fingers into his hair.

It can be felt there, and there are small, not so obvious sharp corners hidden there.If you didn't touch it with your own hands, you probably wouldn't be able to notice the existence of this corner there.

But no matter whether it is easy to be discovered or not, it cannot hide the fact that it exists.That was also a clear reminder to Sumo that he is no longer a four-winged angel favored by the gods in the shrine, but a person whose race has been reversed and not recognized by the shrine and the gods exist.

If it is really an angel who regards gods as the guidance and meaning of existence for all his behavior patterns, this probably completely broke his long-standing beliefs and plunged him into confusion and bewilderment.

but……

Somo felt that there was one thing that really puzzled him.

Why is it that after being forcibly injected into the darkness and seduced by the power of darkness, the changes that occurred in the angel's body kept moving closer to its own appearance as the black goat of the forest?

Su Mo tried to think for a while if he finally regained the appearance of the Outer God in front of Cyril...

Possibly the poor king of angels would be in utter chaos.

After all, even a fallen angel is a top-notch beauty. There has never been such a monster with piles of flesh, eyeballs, sharp teeth, and all kinds of bones.

"When did you do what I said??"

Speaking of this, Cyril felt short of breath for a while.

Yes, that's right, a few days ago, after meeting Sumo by chance, he forcibly reversed the race of this ignorant little angel.

But what made Cyril feel completely different from his original thoughts was that Somo accepted the fact so calmly and without the slightest resentment, even a sharp horn grew on his forehead, and the When the snow-white wings also became pitch-dark, Su Mo did not see the slightest bit of discomfort and displeasure.

Even when he invited Su Mo to travel together, Cyril was prepared to be rejected - he even thought about how he would threaten Su Mo to agree to his trip!

The results of it?

Cyril began to grind his teeth.

As a result, none of the methods he thought of could be used in time... because Su Mo actually nodded in peace as soon as it came? !

As the former king of angels and now the king of hell who betrayed the goddess, although Cyril knew that he should be happy for Sumo's behavior, but when faced with Sumo's completely unconventional behavior, his There is still an indescribable feeling of aggrieved in my heart.

Cyril even wanted to go forward and grab Sumo's collar to ask... Don't you guys have the slightest insistence on the goddess?What about your faith?

This inexplicable feeling of distress...! !

Su Mo simply wrung his fingers and counted for Su Mo one by one.

"You asked me to travel with you, and I came out; you asked me not to allow contact with the Holy See and the Shrine, and I did it; even you asked me to release my wings for you to touch, and I did so -"

Somo asked.

"What do you want me to do?"

"...You don't have to be so obedient!"

Cyril thought about it for a while, and found that he really didn't know what to ask Su Mo to do.

But seeing Su Mo's so cooperative and obedient appearance, Cyril didn't know why, and he felt angry for a while, and even wanted to stretch out his hand to grab Su Mo's cheeks and twist them hard Bully him so that that person can show some other expressions.

The bickering between them is so ordinary and common, it looks like every ordinary human being in this world.

However, that ordinary ordinariness did not last for too long, because when the two of them were standing on the street with each other...no, it should be said that it was a one-sided bickering, there was a sudden change born.

This street, which was originally a bustling street, was isolated at some point, and became empty and desolate.

Both of them are not ordinary humans, so they can keenly capture the crisp sound of their boots stepping on the ground.The footsteps were so heavy, it sounded like they were carrying something extremely heavy.

The sounds that can be heard in the ears are obviously more than these, because from the sky above the head, there are also sounds that cannot be ignored, like the flapping of helicopter wings, and the sound of cars driving is also from far away. It was passed on recently.

All in all, they were soon surrounded firmly in the middle by troops from the Holy See that emerged from all directions, from heaven and earth.It's not that Su Mo, the leader, doesn't know him. It was when he opened his eyes on the altar of the Holy See that he welcomed his current Pope of the Holy See with joy.

It's just that, compared to the fanaticism that couldn't be concealed when looking at him before - or fanaticism, at the moment, this His Highness the Pope who had a good attitude towards Su Mo before now looks, but not at all. close.

...No, it is flattering to say that they are not close, because that is basically a look of hatred.

"?"

Su Mo looked at the Pope who had obvious hostility towards him... or murderous intent, and felt a little confused.

"Salia?"

he asks.

But compared to the kindness and amiability towards Sumo before, this Pope Salia now showed full anger and hatred when Sumo called him by his own name.

"Shut up! You betrayed the goddess, you self-degenerate monster! You don't deserve to call me by my name!"

"The goddess has issued an oracle to kill the monsters around you, and at the same time deprive you of all your glory, and bring them back to the shrine for trial!!"

"...Is this what the goddess told you?"

Su Mo frowned and looked at Pope Salia.

But Saliya didn't seem to have any desire to talk to Sumo.He stared intently at Su Mo's forehead hair, which was blown up by the hurricane from the helicopter, and the small, curved, black-purple horns exposed between the messy dancing hair.

No matter how that horn looks, it has nothing to do with the angel who is favored and loved by the gods, but it reminds people of the existence of demons.

Pope Sharia became even more furious.

"Launch an attack!!"

Almost at the same time as he yelled these words, all physical and mental attacks fell towards Sumo and Cyril overwhelmingly.

"Now you and I are regarded as a group."

Facing the attacks that were about to hit his face, Cyril actually had the leisure to tease Su Mo.

"What a pity, little angel."

Cyril had an expression of watching the excitement, but his actions and what he said were two different things.Six huge, film-covered wings tore off the clothes on his back and stretched out, so huge that they seemed to be able to cover the sky and the sun.

His hair began to grow wildly, and a dangerous red light lit up in his pupils.I don't see any other actions by Cyril, but simply waved his wings a few times, knocking down all the planes flying in mid-air, and blocking all the attacks by the way.

"Human beings... are really the faithful lackeys of the goddess."

"Damn it, don't be rampant, you monster!!"

While the Pope was saying this, he took out something from his clothes and threw it into the air.It was a white transparent crystal, made into the shape of an unknown flower, and it began to gradually melt under the sunlight at this moment, becoming a translucent liquid suspended in the air.

And these liquids gradually gathered together, and finally became a huge ripple with colorful light.

A hand protruded from the colorful ripples, slender, white, and slender, wearing a golden bead string and bracelet, and the golden chain was inlaid with many gemstones and round pearls.

That hand lifted the colorful ripples as if opening a door curtain, and what came out from behind was an alluring beauty that could no longer be described and described in words.The brilliance of the golden hair is even better than the brilliance of the sun in the sky, the fair skin is like a pile of snow, the thick and gorgeous facial features are like the most thrilling picture scroll, and the color of the eyes is like the gorgeous clear sky.

The goddess wearing a long skirt made of layers of tulle set her sights on Cyril, and her brows gradually became turbulent.

"Cyrillic."

The goddess lowered her eyes.

"How dare you appear in front of me."

Cyril laughed out loud.

"What am I afraid of?"

He asked back.

"You know, the one who should feel guilty about that incident back then... It should be you, a high-sounding goddess, not me who is responsible!"

"My false goddess."

Cyril's eyes turned cold.

"Do you dare to let the whole world know the truth about the Battle of the Seven Gods?!"