Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Leaving from Asmodeus, Beria was not in a hurry to find the missing figure, but returned to his territory—the fifth layer of hell.

Although he said some plausible words in front of Asmodeus and Mammon, Beria didn't really understand why the silver-haired god hadn't left Hell until now. Even wearing a human shell still didn't weaken the creator of this world in any way.

According to his past preferences, there are still one or two things in the Mortal Realm that can interest him, but the Demon Realm—even though this Demon Realm has almost undergone earth-shaking changes under Lucifer's governance, the core things have not changed at all— This place is full of things that He hates and dislikes, and it is always a place where you can never set foot.

From Beria's point of view, if it wasn't for the reason why the Demon Realm must exist, the silver-haired god would definitely not have left such a place.

But think about the extreme eccentricity and favor my god had for a certain fallen angel who was the former shining morning star? The reason why the gods were brought into the demon world this time was probably because they wanted to meet the most beloved creature back then.

But it doesn't make sense, as the creator god, as long as he returns to the god position, it is not difficult to go to the devil world to meet Lucifer, on the contrary, it is easier than wearing a human shell.

In fact, Beria is most puzzled by the behavior of his own creation god slowly dangling in the devil world to go to the deeper hell. Since there is nothing he likes in the devil world, why doesn't the silver-haired god directly How about heading to Pandaymanianan to meet Lucifer?

Other demons may think that Lucifer hates his creator, but for those who know the inside story, Lucifer...almost misses his father god so much that he almost goes crazy.

Crazy and sober.

——Bah, don't add drama to other gods without authorization, your God of Creation is just passive, sabotage and unwilling to come back to continue working.

On Nine Heavens, a certain book slandered inwardly after noticing Beria's thoughts.

Although full of doubts, Beria still found out the pattern from the traces of the blond boy in the devil world, and went to the territory of the dark elves as soon as he reached the fifth level of hell, a huge ancient city located underground——

Paarl City.

While not the only or largest Dark Elf city, it is the oldest and the first.

Pal was the first homeland established by the dark elves after they arrived. They established a national homeland here, established a basic governance framework, and completed the transformation from mortal creatures to demonic creatures here.

Here they experienced the death of their first leader, the dark and tragic internal strife, the betrayal and cannibalism from the same race, and the transformation that subverted the entire race. Here they learned cruelty and conspiracy. , Learned how to survive in the devil world.

Parr, is the history of the dark elves.

Beria thought so when his eyes swept across the brown wall in a certain corner of the city.

When Beria took in the dark elves, he just wanted to see the originally beautiful and exquisite elves living in the green leaves and sunshine struggling to survive in the devil world. I have to say, Beria watched I was very satisfied, and used it to kill a lot of boring and long time.

But that didn't mean he was happy when he realized that the blond boy was more likely to go to the city of the dark elves than to the city where he lived.

Therefore, the dark elves who came to greet Beria felt their legs soften when they felt the obvious murderous aura on His Majesty the Demon King, even though the smile on Beria's face was infinitely gentle.

On the other side, Al also brought the blond boy to the fifth level of hell.

Changing from his usual talkative personality, after stepping into the fifth level of hell, Al walked forward in silence all the way.

Quiet and silent.

Dark elves have always been the best assassins in the devil world.

The blond boy walked quietly as usual, turning a blind eye to the abnormality of the dark elf.

After a long time, Al suddenly asked: "What is the mortal world... like?"

When he said this, Al tilted his head slightly, his blood-red eyes stared straight at the blond boy, and there was a hint of confusion on his handsome face.

In response to Al's sudden question, the blond boy remained calm, and just said: "It's not that bad, it's not that different from the Demon Realm."

"How come? It should be very different, right?" Al opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly turned on the previous chattering mode, "Shouldn't it be very different from the Demon Realm? Shouldn't the Mortal Realm be so brightly illuminated by that sun?" , the whole sky is blue or white, and there are food and weapon materials everywhere? I have heard of it, as long as you go to the mortal world, you don’t need to be hungry and you will never lack materials for making weapons ! And...it won't be like the Demon Realm, this way..."

Al suddenly didn't know what words to use to continue.

Seeing Al like this, a certain creator of the Demon World was still very calm, "You think too much."

A faint confusion appeared on Al's face, the blond boy glanced at it, and said slowly: "As long as the demon world captures the mortal world, there will be no difference between the mortal world and the demon world."

The blond boy raised his hand, Al clearly saw the white mist swimming between the white and slender fingers, he widened his eyes in disbelief, and then saw the holy light element he saw for the first time in his life starting from the edge Tainted with darkness and quickly transformed into a chaotic gray.

Al was stunned. How many rules that subvert the cognition of the world are involved in this seemingly simple and ordinary action. Anyone who knows a little bit about magic knows it. Even if he is a warrior, he knows the magic that is almost equivalent to common sense. Law!

"It's never the land that determines the living environment, but the creatures that live there." The blond boy played with the mist wrapped around his fingers, "You have always created the demon world, not the demon world that created you."

In the beginning, the Demon Realm was just the Demon Realm.

And the current Demon Realm is already the Demon Realm for the creatures of the Demon Realm.

The mist disappeared from his fingers, and the blond boy looked up at the dark elf: "What you want to know is not the sun, sky or food in the mortal world, what you want is freedom."

"There is no unreasonable predation of the weak, no constant oppression or even constant suspicion of the creatures around you, immersed in lies and conspiracy every day, and no need to tense your nerves all the time for fear of dying from negligence."

"What you want is obviously to do whatever you want, to live freely."

What does it feel like to be hit straight to the heart?

That's definitely how it feels now, Al thought.

Then he heard the blond boy say again: "But no one in this world can really live as he wants."

"Even if it is a god, it won't work."

Al opened his mouth, but he still couldn't make a sound after a long time, his brain was in a mess.Suddenly, he heard a voice saying: "You are joking, according to what you have done before, isn't it enough to do what you want?"

He saw the dark blue long-haired seraphim walking slowly, looked deeply at the blond boy, and said in a hoarse and low voice, "Or maybe we are too stupid. Pushing and walking, like a puppet, no creature has ever been able to see through your actions."

That's - Demon Lord Samuel!

Al gritted his teeth, desperately trying to protect the blond boy behind him, but under the pressure deliberately released by Samael, Al was so oppressed that he could not move.

The blond boy looked at Samuel, frowning slightly, showing an expression of distress for the first time.

Seeing this expression, Samael immediately became furious: "What is your expression?!" If there is no dark elf here, Samael would cry out of anger.

"You are too persistent, Samuel."

Samuel was at a loss for words, he never learned Lucifer's provocative or flexible words, let alone Lucifer's deep thinking and patience, he wanted to see him, wanted to see him immediately, and couldn't wait for a moment , That's why he keeps looking, keeps looking.

But when he found it, he couldn't say a word.

The blond boy sighed slightly, with a little helplessness between his brows, and then reached out to Samael: "Come here, Samael."

Samuel stood motionless for a while, and after a while, he walked stiffly in front of the blond boy and knelt down on one knee, then lowered his head meekly, exposing his fragile nape defenselessly .

After all, he is still a slender boy who has not yet grown up. The blond boy is not tall, but he looks thinner and thinner in front of the tall and strong Samael. Not necessarily much shorter than the blond boy.

The blond boy put his hand on Samuel's head, gently stroking the top of his head to his shoulder, as if comforting a wronged child.

It was the blond boy who looked slimmer and thinner, but when he saw the indifferent expression on the face of the blond boy and the calm snow-blue eyes that seemed to be gently comforting Samael, Al felt that the blond boy Seems to be stronger than Samael.

He saw that the blond boy opened and closed his mouth and seemed to say something, but he couldn't hear clearly under the pressure of Samael. He only saw that Samael also said something and glanced at him. .

Al's heart tightened, but before he could move, his eyes went dark and he passed out.

On the other side of the fifth hell, Beria thought he was guarding the city and waiting for the gods, and he was in a good mood to choose the room and the decorations and furniture in the room, imagining how he would remain steadfast despite being driven by a certain blond boy. The attendant is by the side.

Little did he know that a certain god whom he had been thinking would definitely come had already been abducted.

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