When Sephiroth Met Lucifer

"This palace is so beautiful! When I go back, I will decorate mine like this!"

"Oh? Then I think you need a believer like His Royal Highness Lucifer first."

Although it was a joke, it was obviously too much, especially for those angels who regarded glory as their life, it was simply disrespect for their beliefs.

Looking at the unfriendly eyes cast by the angels wearing white and blue shirts, Roderick, the younger brother of the holy dragon Bahamut, gave a dry laugh, and pulled his friend, the holy elf who had just succeeded Patriarch Vilitoya stepped over the last steps in a hurry and entered the hall.

There are white stone pillars carved with countless exotic flowers and plants, and a circular pool with clear spring water flowing in the center. Many plants are planted on it, such as moonflower, yellow-leaved reed bamboo, and stone flower, all of which love light energy.

Two angels in white robes led them to two positions in the middle of the hall. On the tables were fresh fruits and fine wines that had been prepared early.

While the angels and guests around were not paying attention, Roderick whispered to his friend: "The two have six sea obsidian stones on their waists, they should be angels of strength. I think their strength is already comparable to that of the adult giants in our clan. The dragon is almost there."

"What do you want to say?"

"Hey, angels are indeed the creatures most favored by the Creator. They are pure, beautiful, and powerful. They are really enviable!"

There was a sneer on the corner of Vilitoya's lips: "I advise you to be more serious. This is the Temple of Arabo in the seventh heaven. If you have any sighs, it's best to wait until you leave the heaven."

Roderick shook his head: "I'm seriously complimenting you, my friend, how could you misunderstand me like this!" His expression looked very angry, but there was a hint of cunning in the depths of his eyes.

"Okay, you're right, today's protagonists are not us...huh? Liya, what are you doing crawling out? Get back, back up!"

A silver dragon the size of a wrist crawled out of Roderick's hat, its petite head tilted, avoiding his brother's fingers, slid down, opened its mouth, took two bites of the fruit, and then frowned in an anthropomorphic manner , Bah, bah, bah, spit it out.

Roderick said gloatingly: "My silly sister, you are not a vegetarian, no matter how red or bright this red fruit is, it is not in your recipe."

"Rod, I want to eat meat." Celia's slender body wrapped around Roderick's wrist twice, and said angrily.

"Hey, I'm your brother anyway. Is there someone who calls you by name directly? I don't respect my brother at all. I won't bring you here next time."

Silia didn't care what her brother said, just coiled like this, and her two gray-blue eyes, which were as big as the heart of a glacier, looked straight at him.

After one breath, Roderick could only declare his surrender, but he still did not agree to Celia's request, explaining softly:

"This is the Kingdom of Brightness, you are not allowed to kill. I will find food for you when I get back."

Celia was not very happy, flicked her tail, slipped from Roderick's arm, and walked on the ground so clean that a figure could be seen.

After a few moves, it disappeared.

Roderick panicked immediately, but the surrounding seats were already full, and it was difficult for him to leave his seat at this time, but Celia...

Vilitoya looked at him strangely: "Is there any need to be so worried? Those angels never kill easily, and your sister will be fine. After the dedication ceremony is over, you can ask a Seraph to help you find her." It’s fine if you don’t.”

"You don't understand!" Roderick looked depressed, "I was afraid that she would accidentally hurt those angels, and my father would definitely settle the score with me."

"Your sister is only that old?" Vilitoya gestured, "Isn't it?"

"It's just a reduction technique. Although she is the youngest in my family, her main body is almost half my age. She eats and eats every day, and she is so fierce. If it weren't for... I really don't want to take her out."

Suddenly, a long music sounded in the temple, and the harp and the angels' beautiful voices were completely integrated, holy, mysterious, and elegant, washing everyone's hearts.

The sound of light footsteps came slowly to the point of music, and the fourteen Seraphs took their seats one by one.

The hymn gradually subsided, and there was no movement on the throne. It seemed that it was the same this time, that person still hadn't come out. If so, those people's plans would probably continue.

Roderick's eyes could not help but fall on the first position under the throne of God, so--the most glorious and beautiful shining morning star in the heaven, what will you do?

The snow-white cuffs are covered with cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread, and the silver girdle is embellished with nine zircons that symbolize the identity of Seraphim. The ring-shaped stand-up collar covers most of the skin on the side of the neck, and only two layers of thin shirts can be vaguely seen inside. It was a Tia robe specially used for ceremonies, and its long back hem dragged on the snow-white ground.

Such elegant and gorgeous costumes have never appeared only in the dedication ceremony once every ten years.

But compared with his appearance, his clothes suddenly paled.

The long hair that grows down to the calf is golden, clearer than the zircon stones that are qualified to be worn by angels at the third level, and smooth as the most delicate stems and leaves of succulents. The eyebrows are raised at the tail, and the eyes are clearer than the hair There was silence.

The exaggerated beauty beyond any legend always makes people question his authenticity, but Lucifer, the son of the gods, the dawn star, seems to exist to prove the ultimate beauty, and any beauty cannot be overstated.

"Your Highness Seraph Archangel is so beautiful! You don't want to take your eyes off for a second."

Everyone: ...Ah! ! !Who spoke our minds!

A frivolous whistle sounded, and a man sitting in a corner slowly stood up holding the brim of a black hat, revealing purple lips and a pointed chin.

"It's a pleasure to meet everyone in Heaven! I'm Azmodan."

The expressions of all the people present changed immediately, Azmodan, basically everyone here does not know this name, the evil king from the fourth layer of hell.

Then their eyes all fell on Lucifer. Faced with the provocation from hell, what would Seraphim, the Archangel who has the highest status besides God in the kingdom of heaven, do?

But beyond their expectations, even though he was being molested in public, Lucifer's expression was still as cold as a sculpture, neither startled nor angry.

But the cherubs and even the seraphim who were less tempered felt a little unbearable. They were actually stepped into by a demon from hell in the seventh heaven, the Temple of Arabolt. Not only that, he actually dared to insult their Vice-Prince of the Kingdom of Heaven.

What a shame!

Azmodan looked at the angels facing each other with their swords drawn in front of him, his expression was unusually calm, and he even opened his mouth a little unhurriedly.

"I believe in the Lord, I believe in Jehovah, the Creator who is everywhere and omnipotent!"

Everyone: "..." Stop dreaming, it's too late to believe in God now, before you become a believer, it's enough for these angels to cut you into ten thousand pieces!

Archangel Gabriel sneered, "Don't you think it's too late to pray now?"

It is true that angels do not kill, but hell creatures are an exception. The natural opposites of light and darkness make it impossible for them to reconcile.

Azmodan still smiled: "It's not too late, I believe in the Lord, not because He is the God of Light, but because He created this world."

Metatron, Prime Minister and Secretary of the Kingdom of Heaven, frowned, suddenly having a bad feeling.

Azmodan carefully held out a purple flower with only nine petals from under the black cloak. From above, it seemed that there were only three petals, because every three petals were completely overlapped.

On the side, there are three layers of extremely beautiful and peculiar flowers.

"That's... the sacred flower of hell, the double-petaled Doroga." Vilitoya couldn't help being taken aback, but he really didn't expect that hell would be so generous this time, that the holy flower of hell with nine petals would dare Take it out, the plant can survive such a dangerous environment in hell, and it is recognized as a holy flower.

It is conceivable how powerful this double-petal Doroga is. Generally, it has three petals. Six petals are already rare, but nine petals are really rare. For ordinary monsters, it can almost make them The magic power has been increased by nearly ten times.

Even if it is the king of hell, it has a lot of effect. Azmodan took it out and sacrificed it to God, which is indeed a great respect for Yahweh.

In addition, today is the Hanukkah, and all races can take out prepared gifts to sacrifice to the gods, and hell creatures seem to be included?

Although Duoluojia is a dark attribute, it is the most precious treasure of hell creatures. It is unquestionable piety to be willing to take out the most precious thing to sacrifice to the gods.

It's just that this kind of thing has never happened before, because no creature from hell has ever caught up to the third heaven.

Roderick could predict that there might be troubles in this festival.

"This is an offering from our hell."

Looking at the coquettish and peculiar holy flowers of hell, the first few angels couldn't help but look at each other, whether they answered or not, they could only turn their heads and look at their most revered Seraph Archangel.

Lucifer stood up from his seat, and walked down the steps step by step until he was in front of Azmodan.

He stretched out his hand to take the Hell Sacred Flower, the thick dark power on it and the thorns on the stem instantly hurt his finger, golden blood flowed out, and healed instantly, but one drop still fell on the ground.

On the snow-white ground, that drop of golden blood was very dazzling.

The Messiah, the Son of God, immediately handed over a tray and caught the offering from hell.

Lucifer stared directly at the hell king in front of him with his pure golden eyes, and said in a flat and unwavering tone, "Those who believe in our Lord will naturally be brilliant."

Azmodan returned a gentle smile, "Thank you for your words, Your Highness."

An impeccable believer's posture, if he hadn't come from hell, Gabriel felt that his mood would not be as disgusting as eating a fly.

As for the people present, seeing Lucifer's concession, they were a little surprised and a little stunned.

As God's most beloved race, angels who use the entire heaven as their residence, if they really attack believers who offer sacrifices to their gods on this day, no matter what the reason is, they will inevitably suffer criticism from other races.

After all, as creations, angels have been favored and envied too much, and even a little problem will be magnified, not to mention such an important thing as blocking sacrifices!

And the few races who lived longer, seeing this scene, couldn't help sighing, the gods are not here.

If it was tens of thousands or even thousands of years ago, those monarchs in hell would not have the courage to do such a thing, but now, God has not revealed his true signs for hundreds of thousands of years.

Not only in the heavens, but anywhere, there seems to be no trace of God.

In the past temple dedication ceremonies, the gods would respond more or less to show their existence.

But after so many years, it has never happened once. If the god has really fallen into a deep sleep, without his omnipresent gaze, then the creatures that are about to move are definitely not the only ones like today.

As for the race that covets the territory of the heavens, I am afraid that most of the people here have this kind of thinking.

The heavens are the richest place with the richest aura, but they are only occupied by the race of angels, and only a few sages and humans can live in the third heaven.

There are so many races of them, but they can only live in a relatively small and barren human world.

The same creation, isn't this the greatest injustice.

There was a god in the past, so I have to hold my nose to admit it. If the god is no longer, then... what will happen?

Everyone present couldn't control the idea.