Devil Book

The black-robed man stood among the ruins, and the surroundings belonged to Ashir—the nature of this forest elf tribe, which had long been destroyed by his terrifying power.

The trees twisted as if they had been through an extremely powerful storm.On the barren land lay one corpse after another with long blond hair, becoming dull and dull under the cover of dust.

"Devil, who the hell are you!" Another voice suddenly came from behind the man. It was a small force of the Alliance Army. The leader was an oriental man with tough features. He drew a long sword from his waist while speaking. , Jianmang pointed straight at the man in black robe.

Just the next moment, the eastern man was pushed back by an invisible force. He found that only the sword in his hand was not affected, so he raised the sword and thrust it into the ground, barely keeping his body from being sucked into the air. The ability reminded him of Noah, but the man in front of him was obviously different from the demons he had seen.

The strong wind also lifted off the man's black robe at the same time, revealing a head of black hair, but Cheng Haiyehe was shocked by the two curved horns protruding from his head, they were clearly devil's horns.

Even if it is the Seven Deadly Sins, except for the black inverted cross that is opposite to Bachin's belief, there are no other signs of demons, but the man in front of him is more like a real demon from hell.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Cheng Haiyehe, the holder of the moon." The devil-like man smiled and stared at the human who was attacking him with a weapon, and just waved his hand slightly, and the figure in black armor came back was pulled directly in front of him.He looked down at the sword in Cheng Haiyehe's hand, the mark on it was still clear, "It does have his aura on it."

The man stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, Cheng Haiyehe couldn't move, he just watched the scene.

Then only a sharp "hiss" was heard, and the man touched the pale skin of the sword, and a piece of it was immediately corroded, leaving burn marks.

"When my strength recovers, I won't pay attention to Yamelo." The man looked at the scar on his palm and gritted his teeth.

"Who the hell are you?" Cheng Haiyehe stared at the man in front of him, but his peripheral vision was always on his sword.He manipulated the sword secretly, only hoping to hit his heart directly at the moment when the man was distracted by his words and let down his vigilance.

"Me? I'm Azanso. You all only know Yamelo, but you don't know me." Every time a man mentions the name Yamelo, there will always be some contempt in his words, "I am yours." God, not that hypocritical 'God of Light'."

Ajanso?god?

Cheng Hai Yehe felt that this name seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.It's just that he didn't have time to think about it at this moment. He clenched his fist, and the sword turned around, aiming at Azan Suo.

The man was negligent, the sudden sneak attack made him not think of dodging, but he stretched out his hand to hold the tip of the sword. The corrosive sound rang in his ears again, but the man just frowned and threw the sword in his hand to the ground.

He looked at the scars spreading from the palm of his hand, his quiet and coquettish blue eyes were suddenly soaked with blood, and his eyes were filled with red, which was the same sign of anger as rage.

Suddenly there was a roar behind him, he turned his head, and a red figure gradually approaching the battlefield of Ashir appeared in the distant sky, if he read correctly - it was a giant dragon.

He is not afraid of dragons, but the strong sense of oppression brought by this dragon makes him feel familiar and disgusted-that is the power of Yamelo, this person may be the person who awakened Yamelo, that is, The so-called savior.

Azanso only felt uncomfortable all over his body. He had just woken up, and his abilities had not fully recovered. If he contacted Yamelo rashly, his power would only be reduced to ashes as before.

He turned around and looked at Chenghai Yehe, clenched his fist. The oriental man who had lost the moon showed a painful look on his face. Unseen by the naked eye, his internal organs were pulled by this demon until he could no longer Enduring the pain, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

After Chenghai Yehe's heartbeat stopped, Azan Suo released the shackles of his abilities, let the still warm body fall to the ground, and then left without looking back.

At this time, Hanover had already been occupied by the Crusaders, no one dared to approach the border, and the main city was also the place where the Seven Deadly Sins lived, but inside the palace it was a different scene.

The lewdness in the dormitory obviously comes from a pair of lovers who just finished lingering on the large white bed. In the arms of a brown-skinned black-haired man lies a young man as bright as an angel. It is difficult to distinguish him from the The traces of □ and □ are connected together, those purple and red pinch marks, bite marks, and hickey marks are all that he did not allow the other party to leave when he was awake, but on the bed, he allowed his lover to leave marks on his body.

After a while, the black-haired man lazily opened his eyes, and put his arms around Noah's slender waist.

The blond man blushed from being teased, turned around and held the man's hand hovering on his chest, and sighed softly.

"what happened?"

"I want to go to the Giant God Tree." Noah didn't say his purpose. In fact, he was worried about Jeno's sacrifice back then, and he had indeed forgotten something very important. His intuition told him that maybe only Go to the Giant God Tree again to know the reason for all the premonitions.

"I will always be with you." Amir whispered softly in his ear, the blond man in his arms nodded obediently, and his face turned pink again.

The night is long and they have plenty of time to love each other.

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The next chapter will focus on the story of Ajahn Soo