Who made you not earnestly create the world!

The four demon kings confronted each other like this. The demons who had been hurriedly called by Asmodeus to have fun were oppressed by the silent soaring magic power of the four demon kings. Then he backed out quietly.

But after a while, there were only four demon kings left in the extravagant banquet hall.

Suddenly, Beria chuckled, and suddenly returned to his gentle and harmless appearance, he said softly: "Okay, don't put on such a fight, since you can even find Samael Then we will have no benefit in fighting except being pushed away by that person."

Samuel's body froze slightly, and Mamen said angrily, "Now you're just putting on a show. You didn't have this attitude before." Thinking of the relationship between Beria and Beria in the third hell some time ago, During the conversation, Mammon's complexion became even worse.

When he first returned to the Demon Realm, he almost turned the Demon Realm upside down like a mad dog, and now he is still haunted, and he can be seen everywhere.

Beria smiled slightly, didn't mind, just looked at Asmodeus: "Where did you hide that one?"

Asmodeus shrugged innocently: "What are you talking about? I didn't hide anything. Besides, it's not like you don't know that it's useless if I hide something. Whenever I want to hide something, you can find it every time." come out."

The curvature of Beria's lips remained unchanged, but the light in his eyes sank.

"Okay, what's the use of asking him." Samuel's voice became a slight hoarseness that he tried hard to bear, and he mocked lightly, "As long as He doesn't want to, do you think you can find it?"

Hearing this, Mammon clenched his fists. He suddenly felt that the candlelight reflected by the pendant on his chest was very dazzling. His eyes were so sore that he was about to shed tears, but he still sneered and said, "That's what he said. , then what are you doing standing here now?"

Samuel pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Beria tilted his head slightly and smiled: "I can't take it anymore? I am far less patient than I was back then. You know, when you were still angels, I was looking for my God day after day. trace, and pray to my God day after day."

He looked into Samael's cold eyes, and whispered softly: "When you were still angels, when you were walking unimpeded in the ninth heaven, I don't know if you ever thought that you would still have the same non-stop life as me. What about when the pursuit is still out of reach?"

Samuel's pupils shrank, and he suddenly drew out the saber at his waist without saying a word, and slashed at Beria.

He didn't have the habit of blinding BB during battles. With just one sword strike, the palace was split open, and then collapsed, causing the whole earth to tremble.

Simply put, the four present were the peak combat powers of the Demon Realm. Not only were they not injured, Samael and Beria had already fought against each other the moment the palace collapsed, so... now it's not just a palace that collapsed.

Looking at the palaces that had been turned into ruins, Asmodeus, who had always looked like he didn't care about anything except the bed, trembled angrily, roared and rushed over with a sword.

Standing on the ruins, Mamen, who is not only unharmed, but also has no mess in her hair, can't help but fall into deep thought as she looks at the three demons who are beating and demolishing the house.

Hey, why is this scene so familiar?Did you see it somewhere a while ago?

The blond boy who had the same idea as Mamen also looked at the three demons over there, thinking that these guys were quite normal back then, why are they all turned into a demolition brigade now?

Wherever I go, they will dismantle it.

The blond boy frowned in distress, and at this moment he heard the dark elf say: "Master, pack it up, shall we set off now?"

Although the package on the dark elf, who has rich experience in running, is not very big, it can already guarantee that the owner who is picky and enjoys himself can live comfortably even in the wild.

The blond boy took one last look at the four demon kings over there, then turned around without hesitation, and said, "Let's go, go to the fifth level of hell."

The dark elf's eyelashes trembled slightly, his face still expressionless.

The fifth level of hell is not only the domain of the demon king Belial, but also the hometown of all dark elves.

It was also the place Al wanted to escape the most.

After the palaces were completely turned into ruins, the three demon kings stopped.

Unsurprisingly, apart from some damage to the clothes, the hair was a little messed up, and the three demon kings didn't even have any scratches.

Mammon yawned out of boredom: "I said you guys, you just hit it, but you got results. Watching the cubs fight is more exciting than you."

Beria straightened her clothes and said in a gentle voice, "Your Majesty Mammon just joked, and we were just joking around. There is no result."

Samuel thought of Beria's constant tricks during the fight. If he hadn't reacted quickly and was strong, he would have been killed countless times. He was so angry that he almost had another fight with Beria.

Asmodeus didn't even care about what Mamen was saying, looking at the ruins, he wanted to cry, "My palace..."

Belia looked at the ruins with obvious disappointment on his face.

Mammon snorted and said, "Look what, as long as He is not willing, do you think you can catch him?"

"It would be wishful thinking if it was in the mortal world or the heavenly world, but this is the demon world." Belia smiled slightly and said softly, "From the creation of the world to the present, he has never set foot in the demon world unless necessary. Why?"

As soon as the voice fell, the air seemed to stop.

Mammon, Samuel, and Asmodeus all stared at Beria.

"From the fall of His Majesty Samuel, to the arrival of His Majesty Lucifer, and—" Beria looked at Mammon, "your birth. Your Majesty Mammon, don't you really think that you are simply Your Majesty Lucifer and Lilith conceived together, right?"

Mamen lowered his face, Samuel clenched his fists, and he sneered, "Since that's the case, what's the point of what you're doing now?"

Beria raised the corners of her lips, but did not continue, but left silently.

Samuel took a deep breath and strode away without saying a word.

Asmodeus looked at Mammon resentfully: "Don't you also want to demolish my house and leave as if nothing happened?"

Mamen smiled, "Why didn't you tell those two guys just now what you said?"

"Isn't this afraid of being beaten?" Asmodeus muttered, if he did it again, it would not be a tacit understanding of hiding his strength, but he would beat him to death.

Mamen laughed angrily: "What do you mean? Could it be that I can't beat you?"

Asmodeus glanced at Mammon's slender waist and arms, and said nothing, but his meaning was obvious.

The veins on Mammon's forehead twitched, but he still couldn't hold back, rolled up his sleeves and shook his fist at Asmodeus.

In the end, Asmodeus was still beaten.

Afterwards, Asmodeus said to Mammon, "I thought you would ask me."

"what?"

"It's the one who makes Beria and Samuel go crazy now."

"Sure enough, you met." Mammon snorted, and then said indifferently, "I have nothing to ask, and He doesn't want to see me, so why do I have to go to him?"

Asmodeus raised his eyebrows, "You didn't have this attitude before you went to the mortal world."

Mammon remained silent, just staring ahead.

Thinking of the blond boy, Asmodeus couldn't help but drank the liquid in the wine glass in his hand.

Although he had been vaguely guessing about the identity of the blond boy before, now that his guess is confirmed, it is really not an ordinary excitement.

But now he also fully understands the almost crazy pursuit of the blond boy by Beria and Mamen.

For these creatures, chasing their Creator is an instinct engraved in their bones.

After a while, Mammon sighed. He turned his head and wanted to say something to Asmodeus, but he saw a certain demon whose cheeks were flushed, and the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the point where the saliva was about to flow out of his ears. A spring-loving fool, muttering "Lord" or something.

Mamon's face turned green, and a huge black fireball blasted over with a roar: "Asmodeus——"

………………

"Ah, actually, I met Father God a few years ago."

In the courtyard of the Holy See, a gentle and beautiful girl held a teacup in both hands and said softly with curved eyebrows and eyes under the gaze of the Archangel, the Pope, and the Templar Commander.

The girl with long brown hair lowered her head and took a sip of tea, then said slowly: "Although my god is wearing a human shell, I still felt that it was my god at the first time." The created creatures will not mistake their Creator even for their own partners.

"I was so excited that I almost fainted, but my god just glanced at me, nodded to me, and left, and His Royal Highness Raphael and the others were also with him, so I didn't follow."

Mitchell couldn't help asking: "Why don't you go there?" Generally speaking, shouldn't you catch up and serve those around you?Those archangels and demon kings can't wait to stick to that person.

The girl looked at Mitchell kindly and kindly with the eyes of an old mother, and said in a doting tone: "Silly boy, don't you really believe in that nonsense book compiled by the Holy See before?"

Mitchell's cheeks were flushed slightly by the eyes and tone, and he said with some embarrassment: "Your Majesty Eve, I am no longer a child." Especially her appearance is as young as an unmarried girl, and she looks younger than him. The eyes and tone of voice are really weird.

"You can just call me Eve, what kind of majesty am I?" The mother of mankind - Eve laughed, her eyes became more kind, and she just wanted to touch Mitchell's head and call me my little boy.

At this time, Metatlin also said with a strange expression: "I read that book too, and the content is really..." Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Mitchell and Claude blushed at Metatron's laughter.

Eve smiled softly, staring at the extraordinarily beautiful flowers in the courtyard under the sunshine, and said softly: "As a creature who disobeyed God's order and was driven from heaven by God, how could my God be willing to see me serve you? left and right."

"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have to struggle so hard to survive in the mortal world." Eve murmured softly, "If I hadn't been tempted by His Royal Highness Samael at that time..."

Hearing the taboo name suddenly, Metatron's hands trembled, and the teacup in his hand fell on the table, spilling hot brown tea all over the table.

"Shut up!" Metatron suddenly stood up and looked at Eve coldly, "How dare you mention his name?"