Who made you not earnestly create the world!

The blond boy stroked a strand of dark blue hair and said, "I wanted to say it before."

Samuel clenched his fists, but he didn't dare to raise his head. He knelt on the ground with one knee, his thin lips turned white.

"...your hair color has become darker, and it is not as good-looking as the light-colored one before."

Samuel choked, and raised his head to look at the blond boy, almost wanting to growl. I was nervous for a long time, but you just said this to me? !But when he came into contact with the indifferent snow-blue pupils of the blond boy, he froze again, and said a word dryly: "...Oh."

Immediately after he finished speaking, he realized that he seemed to have compromised unconditionally and immediately stood up. The dark blue hair slipped from the fingers of the blond boy, and he said with a strange expression on his face, "I fell down after being expelled from the heaven by you. You actually changed the hair color that you created yourself, of course you don't like it, do you want me to change it back to the original color?" After finishing speaking, she felt a little regretful, she turned her face away to look at the blond boy, but her eyes controlled it. He kept moving towards the blond boy.

The blond-haired boy was not angry either. Since he was born in a human shell in the mortal world, his temper has improved a bit or two. His reaction to Samael's arrogance was a bit ironic, and his expression revealed a little helplessness: "My Didn't think about it that way."

He turned his head and glanced at Al, who was unconscious on the ground, and seemed even more helpless: "It was hard to find a more satisfactory servant, but now you have made me dizzy."

Samael became even more angry, and turned to look at the blond boy: "I didn't expect it to be so long, why did your standard for choosing servants drop so badly? Before when we wanted to go to the Great Church to accompany you, you didn't give it, but now you are just here. Can you find a dark elf in the devil world to walk with you? Obviously..."

Obviously as long as you call me, no matter if it is him who was the glorious archangel at the top of the Three Realms, or the current fallen angel and devil king, he can...

Samuel's eyes were red with anger, but he didn't quite know why he was angry, and he didn't know what to say, so he could only stand there stiffly and stare at the blond boy.

The blond boy is also a little distressed. He just wants to take a trip to the devil world and do some business and see Lucy. After playing, he guesses that the jihad will be heated up and he can go back to the Great Holy Church to prepare for the end of the jihad. The long-awaited demon king has no interest in meeting him, after all...he also knows that if several ex-angels and long-discovered demon kings collide with him, it will probably be a Shura field. I don't know if it is because he is wearing a human shell. There is such a guilty conscience.

You know, when he was a silver-haired god, he was confident in everything he did.

Finally, he thought for a while and asked, "Why do you want to ask me everywhere?"

Samael choked his neck there for a long time, and after a long time of silence, he lowered his brows and asked in a low voice: "...Are you tired after walking around for so long? Do you want to come to my palace to rest?"

"?"

"..."

"……it is good."

The blond boy was a little speechless, and a little dumbfounded, but in the end he still complied.

After all, those dark blue eyes that light up again are also pretty.

——human world

Accompanied by a dragon chant, the huge golden dragon flew to the vestibule of the Holy See with a terrifying dragon power, stopped and turned into a human body. The strong wind flapping its wings blew the entire vestibule into a mess.

Afterwards, more than a dozen giant dragons flew over, some of them turned into human bodies and stood behind Alves, and three or two stayed on the roof of the Holy See building with their powerful dragon bodies. He coldly looked down at the tiny human race who ran away and screamed in panic, and couldn't help but let out a loud dragon cry.

Hearing the sound, Mitchell sent people to evacuate the crowd and then walked towards the dragon group, but the closer he got to the dragon group, the more Mitchell's body couldn't help trembling with fear under the might of a dozen giant dragons.

Mitchell is well aware of his own strength now, and he has only just reached the level of an archbishop now. At his current age, he already has the strength of an archbishop, which can be said to be unique or rare in the entire history of the Holy See. Not much, but in the current situation, it is too weak.

He knew very well in his heart that the reason why he was able to ascend to the position of pope was that the gods he believed in were familiar with him and were quite satisfied with him, so he wanted him to ascend to the position of pope; The wayward god directly reformed the entire Holy Light system, so that he could take the throne with the strength of the archbishop without everyone being caught off guard.

As for all the bloody storms and conspiracies before and after ascension to the throne, Mitchell doesn't think he will fall under the schemes of some villains, but in terms of strength, it can be said to be his only shortcoming.

Even if the previous Pope was a real scumbag, he won the Pope's crown after defeating all the archbishops under the attention of the entire Holy See. He is probably the only one in the entire history of the Holy See who was enthroned as Pope with the strength of an Archbishop.Mitchell has also counted, as long as he is given ten years, even eight years, he can successfully and steadily hone the real Pope-level strength.

But during this jihad, where is there time for him to exercise?But if a pope only had the strength of an archbishop, he might not survive the early stage of the holy war, and he might have to involve the entire human race in his extinction.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind, Mitchell still gritted his teeth, controlled his body to straighten his waist and legs, walked towards Alves and saluted with a smile: "Good day, His Majesty Alves."

"Just call me Alves, Mitchell, how are you doing recently?" Alves smiled heartily.

"I'm not doing well. Once the jihad started, I was devastated, and I was devastated." Mitchell sighed and smiled bitterly, and then asked, "His Royal Highness the Archangel Metatron brought the angels to the council, and I was meeting with him Chatting in the living room, do you want to talk together?"

"His Highness Metatron is here? Let's go then, I haven't seen His Highness Metatron for a long time." Alves was a little surprised, then stepped into the Holy See, vomited bitterness as he walked, "Oh, The dragon clan is not having a good time now. I just slept for a little longer, but after waking up, the entire dragon clan has fewer dragons, so it’s okay. The big deal is to let those adult dragons work hard to reproduce more. If it wasn’t for me I took them to the front line, and I didn’t even know that the young dragons are as weak as a herd of beasts! One or two have been spoiled beyond recognition!”

Alves cast a fierce glance at the dozen or so dragons behind him. The dragons who were standing on the roof with their dragon bodies turned into human bodies and followed Alves into the Holy See. After being glanced at, they all lowered their heads in guilt. .

More than a dozen dragons with the appearance of human youths were covered with blood that had not yet dried up, and some even dripped on the white floor of the Holy See. Each dragon had serious or minor injuries, perhaps just from the battlefield When he came back, his body was full of murderous aura, and his pair of animal eyes couldn't be concealed. The uncontrollable Longwei scared away everyone along the way.

Mitchell was grateful to Alves, and he said while leading the way: "If there were no dragons and elves at the front, I am afraid that half of the entire continent has fallen now, and all creatures on the entire continent are grateful for the contribution of the dragons. I will send someone to treat some Dragon Lords."

"sorry to bother you."

"It should be." Mitchell smiled, and then turned into a hall, "Here we are, Alves."

In the living room, Metatron, who was sitting on a soft chair and drinking tea leisurely, looked up, put down his teacup, stood up and smiled at Alves: "Long time no see, Alves."

"Long time no see, Metatron." Alves also smiled, if it weren't for the fact that the archangels don't always like to have physical contact with other creatures, Alves would really like to hug Metatron , because Metatron has been in charge of all kinds of offices in the heavens, so when the Three Realms were not separated, he and Metatron had really not little contact, and their friendship has always been good.

In fact, regardless of whether the friendship was good or not, there are only so many creatures created by God himself. From the beginning of the world to the present, relatives and friends around me have left one by one, and even if there were any hatred in the past, they are almost untouched now.

Alves sat in front of Metatron, poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip, put down the cup and sighed with a smile after tasting the taste of the tea: "It's been a long time since I drank celestial flower tea, but I can pay attention to it during the holy war." You are probably the only Archangel who carries tea with you."

Mitchell ordered the dozen or so dragons who came with him to be taken for treatment, and then sat down in the living room, listening to Alves and Metatron's chatter.

"I didn't expect you to come this time. I thought it would be His Royal Highness Raphael."

Metatron said with a smile: "That's impossible, Raphael and the others have all come down to play, why should it be my turn? I was surprised, I thought it would be His Majesty Angus or Come back together, is His Majesty Angus still on the front line?"

"I didn't plan to come back at first, but Angus couldn't do without, so I had to come." Alves sighed a little, "I thought the current dragon clan had been weakened enough, but I didn't expect the elves to be so weak. ..."

"The generation that was brave and good at fighting has passed away, and after such a long period of peaceful days, it is inevitable that the combat power will decline, and the Angel Army may not be much better." Metatron said a little casually, without any worry on his face .

Alves sighed, "Our dragon race is better, thanks to Father God who gave us hard dragon scales when he created us. Ordinary monsters and demon races can't easily kill us. The status quo of the elves is..."

Angus almost vomited blood when he found out that there were still some elves who were timid and timid and proposed to leave the outside world alone, and then saw those elves who were willing to fight. He died on the spot and went to the Great Church to apologize to God the Father. The agile and brave elf warriors had fallen to this point.

Not to mention there are deserters after going to the battlefield.

Alves couldn't help sympathizing with Angus, he scratched his head distressedly: "Oh, if there were more cubs in the Mortal Clan, Angus and I wouldn't have a headache until now."

Metatron was also a little worried when he thought about the innocent and stupid Angel Army.But it's not that the angels are afraid of fighting. They would rather die on the battlefield with the demons than in the heavens. It's not good to do something that makes you lose your face. You have to talk to Michael and Gabriel when you go back, and let them take care of the angel army under them.

"However, considering that the Angel Army is about to join the battle, I don't worry too much right now." Alves put away the distressed expression on his face, and stared at Metatron with golden eyes, "The front line is almost unable to hold on. , Metatron, don’t talk about what you have, just tell me, when will the Angel Army come down? How much will it come?”

Mitchell was shocked when he heard these words, and looked at Metatron, clenching his hands unconsciously.

In the quiet living room, Metatron said with a smile: "This depends on the sincerity of your mortal world."

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