The Endless Shuttle

Repeated one hundred thousand, million times of inquiries, the heart has long been numb.

Cloya didn't even bother to wait for the girl to react. He drifted away in frustration, drifting to the next person who could ask and the next person who refused him.

However, a miracle happened.

Just like commending the **** of death for a long time, the girl spoke softly.

"...On the other side of the wall, what's there?"

The emotion in the girl's voice is very thin, as if responding casually to this question, which makes people feel lack of vitality.

She is a little shorter than average, holding a doll in her hand, and in the world where the price of goods is equalized, she is already within the scope of heresy.

Death stopped.

He could hardly believe his hearing.

What followed was a touch of nectar.

"Woo..."

The silhouetted monster choked up, but did not forget to answer the girl quickly.

"Outside the wall...There are humans outside the wall, real humans. If and if you really want to know, you have to confirm with your own feet."

The girl blinked, and she took a step forward during the most stressful few minutes in Reaper's life.

Then, Reaper succeeded.

Just like the twelve days of guardianship led by Di Shitian; the heavenly gods and demon kings in the east; some of the gods destroyed by the dystopian demon kings in Western Europe; the road of resistance is not for him to walk alone.

After leaving from the dystopia, the **** of death who recovered his appearance and spirituality, said solemnly to the girl.

"From today, I will be your master. I will teach you everything that Hakata needs to become your siblings and eyes. Even when things come to the point where you have to sacrifice me to succeed, you don’t hesitate. Just to defeat the vicious god-killer, mankind finally tried "dystopia"! "

"Master, what is it?"

"A role similar to a father, teaching you what is a person, what is reason, and what is knowledge."

"What should I do?"

"This is something you need to think about. I will only become the sharpest tool in your hands."

Reaper paused and continued.

"To let you deal with dystopias now is a pebble attack. Not only from me, you have a lot to learn. For the time being, let's visit those with lofty ideals who are willing to deal with dystopias. Learn and learn, and now it is. You should do it. By the way, do you have a name?"

The girl tilted her head, and Reaper realized she had asked a stupid question.

How can human beings living in dystopias have names that distinguish them from each other.

"If not, let me pick one for you..."

"what is that?"

The girl didn't answer the words of the **** of death, but curiously pointed to a golden bird on the branch.

Cloya closed his voice and replied calmly.

"That is a kind of bird, people call them canaries, because of their beautiful coat color and cute image, they are very suitable for keeping in a cage to watch."

"Then I will be called Canary."

The girl's act of naming herself was not opposed by the **** of death, but he was so moved that he was about to cry.

"Fuck... sorry, kid, don't learn these words."

The **** of death wiped his tears vulgarly. As an emotional god, his tear glands were actually quite fragile.

He showed a high smile.

"My master, let us send that demon back to his home in the cemetery together!"

Therefore, the limit of mankind, a talented person who has courage, wisdom, and courage, and a man of choice, the girl canary marches toward a peak with no end in sight.

The gears turn step by step.

On the upper level, in the "heaven" belonging to the biblical group of gods, an "angel" was born quietly.

He has a clear biblical record of mythology, but he does not know why he was born at this time. Even his own record is confusing in human history.

This incident also alarmed the three-digit God.

But after all investigations were fruitless, it can only be considered as a mutation product of Hakoi.

On the edge of the sea cliff, there are young people looking up at the dreamlike paradise in the sky.

He is a new born "angel" who has a book record, but is unable to clearly identify the body.

A modern close-fitting suit composed of black and gold, a red tie sets off a sense of hierarchy, and his hands are dark purple gloves.

Behind the youth, female angels with eyes stood silently.

"Master, my secret preparations have basically been completed. But if you are willing to change the plan, we can completely fight the angels and gods head-on, if you are willing to change the plan. With your strength, we will have no disadvantage."

"Shhh."

The young man raised his finger.

"Have you heard? Those horrible wailings hidden behind the heavens? Use violence to plunder? Both efficiency and fun are too low. The plan remains the same. Continue to use your talents to replace the Bible of human history. I want to leave no traces. , Gracefully eats up the entire heaven."

"Your will."

"Now, call me "Azazli". "

Wanxiang Useless put on a new vest for himself.

Regardless of his initial bloodline, or his act to destroy heaven at this moment, it is an extremely suitable name.

——The cruel conspiracy belonging to the demons continues to surge.

Chapter 54: The hidden evil of tampering with the Bible, and the walk of corruption and corruption

When a person is full of curiosity and asks what an "angel" is, even if he has a superficial understanding of biblical mythology, he can say something in a way.

Behind what grows white wings like a swan, the manifestation of truth, goodness and beauty, the extension of God, the messenger who will lead the soul into heaven at the moment of the death of the kind person.

-"The pure spirit with wings on its back".