[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

The blood in full swing continued to spread.

Where the holy fire burned out, there was a dim pool of bright red blood. The angels flapped their pure white wings, wore pure white robes, and held slender holy swords, constantly soaring in the sky.

From time to time, some angels also fell on the ground, stepping on the river of blood, and killed the struggling demons on the ground without changing their expressions.

The high-altitude angel looked down at the tragic situation on the ground, indifferently without any waves.

From the pool of blood, a pure white hand suddenly appeared.

A young man with devil wings and a tail popped out. He had long black hair, and blood dripped on his chest. His dark red pupils narrowed slightly, and he looked up at the sky and looked down at his angel calmly. them.

He has a beautiful face, a pair of long and narrow eyes, and lips as bright red as rose petals blooming in the early morning, magnificent and gorgeous, making it impossible to distinguish between men and women.

The pool of bones and blood behind him became a withered black and white background. He walked out of the pool of blood step by step, stepping on the withered and yellow bones in the pool of blood, and slowly walked towards the land.

The young man raised the corners of his lips: "Yeah."

This identity is really fun~

The devil outlines a sinister arc, and the charming and affectionate eyebrows flow like a burning flame, which is so beautiful that people are shocked.

Not long after, countless pure white angels surrounded the blood pool.

Looking at the naked body of the young man, they drew out their holy swords and confronted him.

The young man took a step forward, and the winged angels took a step back.

He didn't make any movement, but chuckled lightly, sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick the blood dripping from his lips.

"My dear angels, do you want to kill me?"

His charming expression turned into the faces of thousands of beauties, the faces are delicate and tender, or they are wronged, helpless, or desperate, showing their desperate situation. They open their hands and entangle them delicately. Together, the voices turned into thousands of sophistry sounds: "Are you willing?"

"Would you like it?"

The movements of the angels were momentarily stiff and dazed.

The devil took another step forward: "Dear angels, are you... willing?"

Are you willing?

The angels struggle to escape the demon's nightmare.

Their clean robes were stained with bright red blood, the firmness and indifference in their pupils turned into confusion and doubt, and the holy sword in their hands trembled slightly, as if they were struggling.

That's the devil.

Just when they thought this way, a delicate child's voice suddenly came from their minds: "No, no."

"You are the devil, you kill people."

"You are the devil, look, all the people who died on this earth were killed by you!"

The angels looked down at the dead demons on the ground. In their eyes, the hideous demons turned into poor helpless old people, the little demons turned into poor dead children, and the bone remains turned into Young men and women who cut off their flesh and blood.

The angels trembled.

They were shaken.

At that moment, the demon raised the corners of his lips, and the moment he stretched out his hand, a dark golden light crashed towards Huai'an.

Huai'an's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly took a few steps back.

But even so, the dark golden light still tore through the demon's shoulder and collarbone, and a bloodstain tore open his chest.

Demons don't bleed.

Especially the demons in Huaian, their blood is the most powerful aphrodisiac in the whole world.

The dark red blood splashed on the ground, slowly evaporated, turned into a transparent mist that lingered in the air, and slowly spread to the angel.

The holy light on the seraph shrouded all the angels. He looked down at the naked demon on the ground with a cold face, holding the holy sword in his hand, and spit out a thunderous word without any expression.

"Demon of desire, damn it."

The nightmare was suddenly shattered by the holy light, the angels came back to their senses, and immediately turned to Huai'an angrily: "Demon of desire, damn it!"

Everyone drew their swords.

The surrounded demon raised his head, looked at the angel overlooking him in mid-air, licked his lips, and narrowed his eyes happily: "Dear Seraph, may I ask... what did our desires do to make you behave like this?" Disgusted? Huh?"

Michael looked at the devil's arrogant eyebrows indifferently: "Damn it, devil."

"So..." Huai'an opened his mouth and smiled: "I'm a devil, I was born to die, even if I didn't do anything, I still deserve to die, right?"

The proud Seraph looked coldly at the young man who was crying from laughter on the ground.

His expression seemed to tell the devil—you are right, the devil, you were born to die.

What a familiar attitude.

Huai'an chuckled, took a step back, and opened his arms: "Then dear Seraph, I'll wait for you to kill me~"

Behind him, a dark space crack tore open, turning into a bottomless tunnel.

Michael clenched the holy sword, bent down suddenly, and chased away.

The angels behind shouted anxiously: "Your Excellency Michael!"

"Don't follow!" Michael turned around and reprimanded, and immediately chased Huai'an into the black space crack.

The moment he sank into the black hole, the dark space crack disappeared before everyone's eyes.

The angels looked at each other in blank dismay: "Your Excellency Michael is gone."

"What should I do?"

"Why don't you go back and return to life first."

"Alright, we'll just talk to His Excellency Kamal at that time. I believe that with His Excellency Michael's strength, he will definitely kill the demon."

"Then let's go back."

The angels showed smiles one after another, and then flew up one by one, the moment they planned to stay away from this magic city of desire, they suddenly felt hot and hot all over their bodies.

"What, what's going on?"

"Wait, wait? Why is our holy light weakening!?"

"Oops! It's the poison of desire! Go away!"

The panic caused by the poison caused the angels to be terrified. They flew upward one after another, wanting to return to heaven and the holy water for purification to detoxify, but the faster they were, the faster the poison would be—

Until the end, the angels who returned to heaven were only a few people left.

As for the rest of the angels?

The receiving and returning angels showed expressions of disgust.

They fell. Fallen.

From the moment they broke the precept, the Holy Light will no longer illuminate them universally. When the last bit of Holy Light disappears from them, they will become ordinary human beings and disappear from the crowd.

The angels who had lost the light of the holy light looked up at the lost holy light in the sky, and shed tears in despair.

"God, why did you abandon us?"

"God, why did you abandon us?"

Shouts, with deep despair.

Some people have lost their faith and are completely disgusted with God. You push me, and I push you into no-man's land to solve their needs.

However, some people still hold precarious beliefs, hold back the lust of the body with difficulty, and always hold the idea of ​​firmly believing that God will come again, and they are unwilling to succumb to the fire of desire even if they die.

The high gods did not answer.

Angels who have lost their shelter are like fallen dogs, ready to be bullied.

When the other demons of the arrogant family come, these angels will become their toys.

The seraphim who pursued the demon had no idea what the angels who followed him had suffered.

At this moment, he was seriously chasing Huai'an, from the space crack to the human world, watching Huai'an disappear into the noisy crowd with a stern face, and landed on the ancient clock tower with his lips pursed.

He hid himself, hovered in the air for a long time, but finally found no shadow of Huai'an, and simply turned into an ordinary person, put away the holy light and wings, pursed his lips, and set foot on the mortal land indifferently superior.

In the bustling market, no one noticed the angel's beautiful appearance, because he had cast a spell.

But demons are different.

Huaian got into the huge rainbow carriage, and there was a stage on the huge carriage. On the stage, there was a beautiful girl dancing. Under the stage, there were changing rooms and waiting rooms.

There were several dancers sitting in the waiting room nervously waiting for their appearance.

Candidates like them can only get the chance to dance this time when the beautiful girls on the stage are tired from dancing. You must know that for this opportunity, these dancers almost broke their heads to be squeezed into the list of candidates.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, the young man got into the dressing room and put on a delicate dancer's dress, revealing most of his waist and slender legs.

Huai'an weighed his chest, and stuffed two lumps of cotton into it unsatisfactorily. Facing the mirror, he beautifully tied up his long black hair that reached his heels, tied it with a red tassel pendant, and hung it on his forehead.

In an instant, the beauty and beauty are like a picture scroll slowly unfolding.

Huai'an looked at himself in the mirror for a while, thinking that the dancer on stage was about to end, he lifted his foot and went straight into the waiting room.

The girls in the waiting room looked at him in unison, gasped for a moment, and showed pale and desperate expressions one by one.

The old man who was leading the dancer's eyes lit up, and immediately made a decision: "It's you! When Anal on the stage is tired, you can go straight up."

"By the way, what's your name?"

The demon raised the corners of his bright red lips, and glanced at the little girl in the corner who was holding on to the skirt: "My name is... Asmodeus."

Among the seven deadly sins, the ancestor of desire.

It's also... the Demon King of Desire!

Although the name of this demon king is a bit indescribable, the body of Huai'an is indeed the king of this lineage, and it deserves it.

The old man didn't doubt him, he pushed Huai'an not far from the girl with his cane, and said: "When Anar comes down, you can go directly to it, don't be afraid, at the carnival, no one dares to touch you Yes, don't worry girl."

Huai An lifted the hem of her skirt and performed a standard ladylike courtesy to the old man: "Thank you for reminding me."

The old man smiled with satisfaction.

The carriage was walking slowly, and the dancer on the stage was finally tired. She stood waiting at the organ, and soon got off the stage. After talking to the old man, she raised her eyes to Huai'an, showing a similarly amazed expression.

The dancer was not jealous, she even liked his appearance a little bit, saluted Huai An, and then hurried to the changing room to rest.

The young man stepped on the mechanism, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly when he heard the old man's voice getting farther and farther away.

"Dance well, and when you get tired, you can tell me in code words."

Under the stage, men, women, and children in all kinds of clothes were wildly carousing and laughing, until the dancers on the stage appeared, and all the noisy voices were stuck in their throats like vocal cords. .

The author has something to say

Huaian: Yeah~

Michael: Devil, damn it!

Huaian: Come and kill me~

Michael: ...you wait for me!

Huaian: Come on~

Michael (with deadpan nosebleed): Shut up and get dressed!

Huaian: ...

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