The American strong and miserable villains always want to stick with me [Quick wear]

Goss really doesn't look like an Abyssal species.He stood tall and straight like a bamboo, and sat up and straightened his waist unconsciously. His every move was very pleasing to the eye, and his etiquette and posture seemed to be specially trained by a famous family.Black hair and red eyes are obviously a relatively common color scheme in hell, but it just doesn't fit in with the surrounding monsters who are standing or sitting.

It was a dignified and reserved temperament.

Some monsters feel more itchy the more they look at them, and the more they look at them, they finally realize: Isn’t this the feeling of those angels in heaven!

Only the group of angels known as "God's Creation" can look like a beautiful oil painting in static state, and a magnificent epic in dynamic state.Of course, only the group of angels would be so fussy about the issue of blood——

Their new Master Demon Knight also especially hates seeing blood.

When Goss fought all over hell that day but no one shed a drop of blood, everyone had guesses. Later, when the demons offered sacrifices, a high-level blood demon was stopped outside the door.

The Gorefiend didn't know what was going on, and waited outside in fear, staining the doorway blood red.

Goss finally came out with a gloomy face, and said to the Gorefiend in a daze: "Can you stop bleeding?"

The Gorefiend stood there in a daze, and Goss became more and more impatient: "Put down the things and get out of here."

This time the Gorefiend understood, put down the protection fee for the offering, and immediately scrambled and left.

I heard that the demon knight used the cleaning technique and it was not enough, so he shoveled the land.

A fallen angel was amazed: "The new Lord Demon Knight is not only more elegant than me, but also more advanced in cleansing skills. I really don't know who is the angel and who is the devil."

As we all know, in this regard, no one can outshine the angels.

Angels have a set of strict rules for dressing, etiquette, diet, and even the speed and range of wing swings, which must be carried at all times. Many angels will fall to heaven because they cannot stand this.

But the fallen angel observed this new Lord Demon Knight, and found that he didn't pretend to be like that at all, but the demeanor that came out of his bones.

This feeling... Even ordinary angels can't keep up, at least they must be top-level heavenly species.

The fallen angel didn't dare to think any more, and just buried this guess deep in his heart.

If he told others that the Demon Knight might have something to do with Seraphim...he would be sprayed with blood no matter what.

Baberet didn't have such scruples, so he ran to harass Goss when he had nothing to do, and often provoked him, wanting to see how the demon knight was better than other abyssal species.

Of course, they were often beaten.

Doug expressed his delight at Barberet's behavior of treating himself as a preparation for the Demon King's whetstone.

When Barberet was picked on the ground by the sword again, he couldn't help it: "I said, there is no need to be so gorgeous in fighting, right? Where are you from?"

Goss' moves are very pleasing to the eye, and the coherent speed is almost like dancing, which is very enjoyable to watch.

But for the defeated side, it is extremely humiliating.

Doug pricked up his ears - he was also curious about Goss' origin.

Goss slowly smoothed away the wrinkles left by the battle on his body, and said, "What's the matter with you?"

Doug:"……"

Barberet: "..."

Barberet was about to stand up and fight him again: "Hey, don't be too crazy..."

Doug stopped Baberet, who was going to deliver food again, with a calm tone, like a persuasive mother: "Goss, if you don't say it, we will have a way to find out, and we may find some of you by then. We don’t want to see the information that we don’t want to know. We just want to know more about you, help you improve further, and eliminate your weaknesses.”

Goss thought for a while, and under Doug's encouraging gaze, he said, "As long as I can remember, I was on the jihad battlefield as a human being."

Doug thought that Goss's life experience might be a little weird, but he didn't expect it to be this weird.

He responded with difficulty: "Then it's amazing that you survived..."

Goss thought again. "Grow up in heaven."

Doug & Barberet: "Hmmm... what?!"

Goss continued to think about it: "You can't beat my weakness, he is a high-level heavenly species."

Doug & Barberet: "I*,...￥##%￥&&%*!"

Doug's monocle fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.

But he didn't have time to take care of the lenses at all. He mechanically put the empty spectacle frames back on, his mind was in a mess.

This is really astonishing. A demon knight can grow to adulthood in heaven, and there may even be a high-level heavenly species as a guardian. Should it be said that Goss is too charming, or is the God of Light dead?

No abyssal species has really seen the God of Light, but they can also clearly perceive the God of Light's dislike for them-they are born by themselves, and are ugly things that are completely opposite to the creation of the God of Light.

As soon as the abyss species were born, they were thrown into the hell which is the farthest distance from heaven by the God of Light. Low-level monsters could not even step out of the gate of hell forever.The ensuing jihad was an oracle proposed by the God of Light, and everyone knew the deep meaning behind it: He wanted his glorious heavenly species to wipe out all the abyssal species.

Later, the holy court in the world even yelled at them, and everyone said they were carrying original sin.

It's a pity that although they don't have a dark god to protect them, the abyssal species have tenacious vitality, and the total number is much higher than those of the heavenly species. They leave the energy core and go back to raise it for a few days, but nothing happens. The light god wants to destroy the abyssal species. Died halfway.

But this is enough to see the arrogance of the God of Light.I still remember that once in the jihad, they entered the heaven. In fact, they wanted to imitate the angels and entered the third heaven, but every monster that stepped on the third heaven disappeared immediately.

——That's right, it disappeared out of thin air, leaving no ashes.

That jihad also came to an abrupt end because of the God of Light who couldn't afford it, which caused the Abyss species' vitality to be severely damaged in the next few jihads, and the Heaven species' side was too embarrassed to raise their heads.

That was the first time there was a fallen angel.

So it is a fantasy that non-angel creatures want to live in heaven!

A lot of thoughts flashed through Doug's mind, and finally he stuttered and asked, "Well, you know we're going to have a jihad with the angels, right?"

You grew up in heaven, can you handle it?

Goss looked calm, and said lightly: "It has collapsed."

Barberet slapped his head: "Oh! No wonder you were so seriously injured when you woke up that day... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Doug covered Barberet's mouth, and quickly comforted him: "This kid can't speak his mind. I'm sorry to ask about your sad things."

"Then shut up and don't ask," Goss said.

Doug & Barberet: "..." Goss is really arrogant.

Little has changed in Goss' life overall.I still keep fighting, accumulating experience, learning, and improving myself, but the Seraph who stands opposite with his hands behind his back is missing.

The long sword he instinctively transformed was actually not suitable for him when Doug pointed it out. He should choose a weapon that can exert more power and is easier to charge.Goss adopted this suggestion, so the Six Star Cross Sword also reduced the frequency of appearing in his mind.

He schedules his time very full, and even compresses the rest time to the bottom line, so as not to allow himself to think about it.

How could Seraph and Demon Knight have a future?In this case, it is better to think less about those illusory things.

But...if possible, he really wanted to kill God.

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Clapham didn't know what the God of Light did with the forbidden field that day, but he found that Ansair was becoming more and more ruthless, and at the same time Goss disappeared, so he understood what happened roughly.

Although I knew that there would be such a day sooner or later, when this day actually came, I was still a little caught off guard.

He hadn't even taught his relationship class that day, and he was about to talk about relationships.

Goss's soul seemed to burn with a fervent fire, and the attraction to the angels was too great.

Clapham is also haunted by the life he watched grow up.

But he knew that Ansair would definitely suffer more than him.

"Ansair, don't be crazy!" Clapham, who came to report the preparations for the jihad, accidentally discovered the spell that Ansair was researching, and was so surprised that he even forgot to say the honorific name, "Do you want to..."

He didn't say the last two words, because that would definitely attract the attention of the God of Light: Ansair wants to kill God!

How can this be done?They are controlled creations. It is too whimsical to want to kill the Creator!

Ansair didn't feel how deviant his behavior was, he still leisurely turned over a page of the book and said, "Why do you know what this spell is for at a glance? It shows that it is feasible."

"The Lord will set his eyes on you! How can you do that!" Clapham yelled.

Ansair turned his head and looked at Clapham, his eyes were full of mocking coldness: "Why can't I?"

Clapham choked, thinking that Ansair had once used concealment to hide a living person under the eyes of the God of Light, and of course he could hide these things.

"The shackles of virtue are the tools of torture used by the God of Light to control angels, and they can only be destroyed by himself, so we should find a good time... Killing God with the power of light is not enough at all, you have to use another kind of power..." Ansair The volume is very low, and the tone is erratic, as if planning some kind of future that is at your fingertips.

A chill came over Clapham, but he followed his heart and said, "I'll be your adjutant."

It's an oath.

As soon as the words fell, Clapham felt a pain like a needle prick and a hammer. The pain was so fierce and violent that he couldn't help but want to curl up.

"Did you feel it?" Ansair closed the book, and finally turned his whole body to him, "If it's temporary, you can get over it with a little patience. But for someone like me who is always thinking about it, you have to use another A spell blinds the shackles..."

Ansair asked him gently: "Do you want to learn?"

Clapham clenched his fists, feeling the pain from the shackles on his body, and said, "I want to learn, Lord Ansair."

He knew that learning this spell meant that he stood directly on the opposite side of the God of Light, and he couldn't turn back.

The author has something to say:

Goss has a dignified and elegant temperament

Ansair: Follow me.

goss hates blood

Ansair: Follow me too.

Goss speaks arrogantly

Ansair: Me too.

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