ghost world

Those emerald green pupils were still dazed, and the bare wings trembled slightly.Julian moved his head slowly, as if observing his surroundings.

"Mammon, I underestimated you." Shipley said in a gloomy tone, "You are more useful than I thought."

Mammon leaned in Metatron's arms relaxedly, with the corners of her mouth barely raised, "It's useless to be upset. I have been ordered exclusively, and no takeaway is allowed."

Julian's eyes moved left and right, and his body suddenly froze again.

Beelzebub flashed in front of him in an instant, pressed his shoulder, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Abaddon?"

Julian nodded quickly.

Shipley laughed loudly and said, "It seems that he doesn't trust you at all."

Metatron said softly: "Julian, it's me, Mammon and I are back."

Mammon half-closed her eyes, her face couldn't tell whether it was tiredness or contentment, "It's not easy for the hair on your wings to grow out, you probably don't want to be plucked again?"

Julian's body trembled slightly.

"It seems that the time has come." Shipley said, "Seeing that you have worked so hard to complete my request within the specified time, I will make an exception to help you. Let us solemnly invite... Abaddon ..."

Foggy.

It was quiet all around.

Just as Mamen was about to say something, she saw that the dark clouds in the sky were suddenly broken by a green light!

A burly body bathed in green light flew down little by little.

The familiar fiery red hair color, the strange indifferent expression, and the familiar yet unfamiliar domineering arrogance.

"Abadon?"

After Raphael called out, he found that Abaddon's fist suddenly swung over.

The wind of the fist was like a gust of wind, scraping his cheek like a blade.

Raphael raised his hand to condense out a light shield, which lay between the two.

boom.

The light shield cracked.

boom.

The light shield shattered.

It was only a second before and after.

Raphael stepped away in embarrassment.Surrounded by gray fog, he couldn't condense more light at all.

"Fire shield!" With Uriel's growl, a red fire shield as bright as the setting sun inserted in, forcibly blocking Abaddon's fist.

Abaddon's fist was wrapped by an invisible stern wind, and it smashed hard on the fire shield.

The fire shield screamed, and the flames seemed to spread in all directions.

The flames reflected on Abaddon's angry face, and two raging fires burned wildly in his eyes!

Behind him, lightning flashed.

Hundreds of cyan lightning strikes on his back, making a slight hissing sound.

Abaddon suddenly turned around and punched!

The fist hit the grid hard.

Isfiel stood indifferently behind the net, his outstretched black wings were like the darkness of the night, solemn, majestic, and huge.

Beelzebub suddenly said, "Uriel."

Uriel glanced at him sideways, and wrapped Abaddon with the fire shield that turned into a wall of fire knowingly.

Abaddon suddenly roared!

The earth shook slightly.

"Mammon!" Just as Beelzebub opened his mouth, Mammon suddenly stood up straight, looking at Abaddon with piercing eyes, with a dignified expression.

Abaddon seemed to sense something, the moment the roar stopped, a strange gurgling sound came from his throat, and his body twisted violently.

Shipley said angrily, "What did you do to him?"

Beelzebub said lightly, "It's about the same as you."

The anger that had occupied Abaddon's eyes slowly faded.He suddenly took a deep breath, lowered his head, looked at Isfiel on the other side of the power grid, retracted his fist and shouted: "Damn! It hurts! Won't you be lighter?"

Isfiel asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Abaddon rubbed the back of his hand, which was obviously shocked, and said, "The back of the hand hurts!"

Yi Sifeier said: "It means that I am light."

Abaddon suddenly turned his head, stared straight at Uriel who was blocked by the fire wall on the other side, and said, "Don't stop?"

Uriel said, "How do I know if you're faking it?"

Raphael looked up and said, "He doesn't have this IQ."

Abaddon: "..."

Uriel removed the firewall.

At this time, Shipley said in a surprised tone: "You haven't blackened?"

Raphael said: "Different questions have the same answer. He doesn't have such an IQ."

Abaddon's face showed the tendency of a storm, "Raphael... don't go too far!"

"For an idiot fallen angel who made the same mistake twice, I'm already expressing it in a subtle and gentle way." Raphael looked at him with a smile.

Shipley said: "Then how did he recover... Mammon? Are you alright?"

"No, I'm still weak." Mammon leaned back slightly, readjusting to a comfortable position in Metatron's arms.

Shipley gritted his teeth, "Don't take me for a fool."

Abaddon looked at Mamen suspiciously and said, "I just felt the power of God in my body?"

Shipley sneered and said: "I see. God is afraid that your emotions will be affected, so he buried the power of purification in your body in advance. But this power can only last for three hours at most. He really underestimates you gone."

Raphael said: "At present, this underestimation is very correct."

Abaddon was speechless in frustration.

Mammon asked Abaddon, "Do you know where Shipley is?"

Abaddon shook his head blankly.

Metatron said suddenly: "There should be traces of his strength on the way he came just now."

Raphael and Beelzebub looked at each other and flew towards the sky at the same time.

Julian, who left Beelzebub's grip, suddenly fell to the ground like a rubber doll.

"..." Shipley said darkly, "Mammon, you didn't instill your soul into Julian's body at all!"

"No?" Mammon's eyes widened in surprise, then she stood up straight, straightened her cuffs and said, "Maybe it failed."

Shipley paused and said, "You lied to me."

Mamen said: "I sincerely hope you can take this as a joke."

"How do you do it?" Shipley asked.

Mamen said: "No magician will tell the audience the principles of magic."

"Hmph. Do you think I don't know? It's manipulation, right? It's like manipulating puppets and puppets—the trick that Beelzebub, Prime Minister of Hell, is best at. But you don't have to be too complacent, even if we save Abaddon, we will just return It's just the origin. The battle has just begun!" Shipley paused, and sneered, "Raphael, Beelzebub. Do you really want to find me? Hahaha...Okay, then come on."

Raphael and Beelzebub, who were rushing to the front, saw the dark gray clouds suddenly disperse, revealing a rainbow-like avenue of clouds.

Raphael stopped and said to the communicator: "I feel that the problem is very difficult, so I ask for support."

After a while, Uriel drove the garden and arrived with Mamen and others.

Xiayun Avenue is changing with colorful colors, leading directly to the other side of the avenue, and a towering and majestic white palace is faintly visible.

Uriel frowned and said, "Where is the problem?"

Raphael said: "I feel like a trap."

"Raphael, you're really getting more and more timid." Shipley's sneer came from the other side of the avenue clearly.

Raphael smiled and said, "This shows that you know me better and better."

Abaddon jumped and said, "Stop talking nonsense! Hand over my son and Asmodeus!"

Shipley didn't speak, and his companions looked at him with hopeless eyes.

Mamen coughed dryly and said, "As your colleague and comrade-in-arms, I feel a little ashamed. So I sincerely ask you, please calm down a little and reduce your presence, thank you."

Beelzebub said, "I totally agree."

Abaddon frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Do you want a longer explanation or a shorter explanation?" asked Shi Feixia.

Abaddon's head got dizzy, "Shut up!"

Shi Feixia said: "The answer is correct."

Abaddon: "..."

While they were bickering, Beelzebub, Raphael, Mammon, and Metatron had reached a preliminary consensus.

Raphael said: "If the seven of us can't kill Shipley, let him kill us." Going back is also a shame!

Metatron smiled slightly, but his voice was extremely firm, "Okay."

Mamen put her arms around his waist from behind, "Before the big battle, shouldn't you give me an answer first? lest I leave lifelong regrets?"

Metatron looked down at the hands around his waist, with a helpless smile, "We will go back safely."

Mammon's chin lightly tapped his shoulder, and her lips swept over the slightly red earlobe, "Okay. I'll wait."

Beelzebub took out a bag of popcorn, shook his head while eating, and said, "Seven beat one, does the atmosphere have to be so tragic?"

Shipley laughed and said, "It's better to explain the last words earlier. Because... it's not seven against one. It's seven against seven hundred!"

As if to match his words, the pure white palace was suddenly covered by a black cloud, and then the cloud grew bigger and closer...

"Bat?" Mammon raised her eyebrows.