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Hania felt that Beelzebub seemed to have lost his temper these two days.On the battlefield, he noticed that the number of times the opponent paid attention to him was obviously decreasing.

But he didn't know what the ancestor was angry about.

He was a little funny, not annoyed, just regretful: on the battlefield, he couldn't go over and coax him.

Hania had never found it troublesome for his boy to lose his temper with him.The little guy never makes noise when he is angry, he just finds a corner to be bored by himself, looking a little squeamish and aggrieved.He was always quiet, even when he was angry, but Hania couldn't bear him to be angry all the time, and always wanted to coax him. After a long time, he became unexpectedly sensitive to the little guy's emotions.

How could he bear to make him unhappy?His boy was very obedient even when he was angry, not to mention he was so easy to coax.

Just wait until you get back to the temple.There, Hania thought, he could coax his little one as much as he wanted, until he was happy.

He began to look forward to the end of the war, so he no longer hesitated when attacking the original sins, and tried to kill several king-level demons as soon as possible.

But Beelzebub did not cooperate.

After being blocked by the prime minister of hell many times against the devil's attack, Hania was really helpless.He even thought that since Beelzebub didn't want the demon to be hurt, he might as well just let it go... But God's orders cannot be violated.

He is the Son after all.

And the situation of the Seraphs was the same as him, none of them successfully took down a king-level demon.The black mist of the Prime Minister of Hell is like countless sharp tentacles, spreading across the entire battlefield. Even when fighting against Michael, he will never allow a king-level demon to fall in his own field.Every time they were about to kill a king-level demon, Beelzebub would use the black mist to gently push them away, even at the risk of being injured in front of Michael, and bring the weak demon back to hell go.

There was nothing they could do.Hania suspected that Michael had released the water.

The atmosphere on the battlefield gradually heated up. Although there were almost no casualties among the high-level officials, the fighting became more and more ruthless.Beelzebub had a few more gasping wounds on his body.Little Shengzi was very distressed, but he didn't dare to show it, so he beat Beryl viciously several times to vent his anger.

Belial: "..."

The low-level angels and demons continued to die and injure, soaking the yellow sand into blood.Casualties also began to appear among the cherubs, but the death indicators of the demons were still unable to reach the standard. Haniya thought that this war would be stalemate for a while.

Until God suddenly descended.

God's descent is a skill that every Seraph must learn.

They are creatures created by God himself, with the purest souls, and when necessary, they will accept the coming of God with their bodies.

In holy wars, the divine descent technique has always been the trump card of heaven.This is actually extremely unfair, Satan cannot leave hell, but God can participate in the war in this way.

This is the Creator's preference for light.

God doesn't have much patience, and Napoleon knows it well, so he has been on guard against Him descending to the world himself.

When Metatron opened his golden eyes, he noticed it immediately.This was the opportunity Nathaniel had been waiting for, and he left Michael and flew straight to God.

God opened his eyes, casually threw away Leviathan who was fighting Metatron, raised his hand, held a sword of holy light out of thin air, and rushed towards a king-level demon not far away.

He has always been cruel and decisive.

Napoleon opened his eyes wide and tried his best to stand in front of the demon.He saw that God wanted to remove the point of the sword and bypass him to continue slaughtering the demon, so he stretched out his hand enduring the dull burning pain and grabbed the holy sword and pointed it at his body.

He heard his companions calling him, and faintly "Nell," but he couldn't make out.The holy sword passed through his chest, and he was nailed to the spot and could not move. Only after God stopped and stopped moving forward could he raise his hand to hold the mask, bowed his head and spit out a mouthful of blood.

God looked at him, still holding the holy sword in his chest.

The power of the Creator God is undoubtedly the strongest in the Three Realms.Before Lucifer fell to heaven, it was rumored that he had six-sevenths of the power of God, which was enough to make the Three Realms tremble.God's blow was aimed at his life. Although it was only the power to take the life of a king-level demon, it was still very difficult for Beelzebub.

He could hardly stand still, and with the support of the black mist all over his body, he approached God step by step, and nailed the holy sword deeper into his body.He was in pain, the holy sword directly attacked the soul, and the light of God suppressed the darkness. His soul was so painful that his soul was about to be torn apart, and the violent dark breath in his body continued to overflow from the wound.

But he doesn't hide.

God looked at him without sorrow or joy.God's power was pressing on him, and Nabolnir carried it stiffly, staring at His ruthless golden pupils, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his bleeding mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lord, I will not kneel. "

He is no longer a believer in the light.He does not kneel down to God.

God frowned slightly.

Nathaniel felt his brain being violently flipped open, and the pain almost swept through his consciousness.God is flipping through his memories and thoughts as if he were an uncovered book.

He didn't have the strength to fabricate another memory, and he hated his thoughts being prying into his heart so much, his eyes were red with anger, his canthus almost cracked, and he could only resist roaring, "Go away——!!!"

The black mist tyrannically engulfed God, and then melted silently when it touched the holy light on Him - Nabolnir's power was still too weak compared to God.

But this time God did stop the action.

"You love him." He looked at the creature he created, and there was a slight fluctuation in his usually calm voice.

"You actually love him?"

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Eudora: Will you fall in love with him?

Metatron: Do you love him?

Yahweh: You love him.

God, the captain of the head-pressing squad.

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