When Sephiroth Met Lucifer

Lucifer silently flipped through the pages of records.

After a while, he rubbed his forehead, feeling a little helpless: "It's really like a child."

Not worried at all, he wrote silently: "Got it. Besides, I will not be disappointed, my God will last forever."

Now that the matter has come to this point, there is nothing else to say. This kind of thing was expected, but Safi made it more straightforward.

Maybe that's fine too.

The vice-lord of the kingdom of heaven thought silently, anyway, he didn't want those people to talk about it.

Roderick, Celia, and Taylor are still held in the fifth angel prison, destroying the Garden of Eden. This crime can be big or small. The sacred dragon Bahamut of the dragon clan and the heavens have never interfered with each other. As long as the other party promises not to be involved in this matter.

Those two dragons are insignificant.

Taylor, what was the reason for the deliberate provocation at the dedication ceremony?

The sense of existence of the giant race has never been very high. Their belief in God is not deep, but it is not so bad that they want to provoke deliberately.

It seems that something must have happened to the giants recently, and it has something to do with the heavens, so we need to arrange someone to investigate.

As for the hell lord who dared to come to heaven alone.

Sure enough, has hell been too comfortable recently?Dare to take advantage of this ceremony to come to the seventh heaven, Lucifer felt a little headache, Azmodan's problem was far more serious than the previous three.

When he arrived, there was no reaction from the Temple of Araport, so it can only show that he does have faith in God, a demon who believes in Jehovah.

Lucifer only felt that there was nothing more disgusting than this.

Just like the absolute opposition between light and darkness, if demons can also believe in gods, then wouldn't they and the creatures of hell be equally classified among the believers of the Lord.

This is too ridiculous.

No angel would accept this fact.

Lucifer decided to go to the prison where Azmodan was held first.

Most of the prisoners in Custer Prison on the Fifth Heaven are angels who have violated the commandments. Roderick and the others are only in the outermost prison, and they are only temporarily confinement. In fact, the Angel Confinement Room on the Second Heaven That's fine, but the guard there is only at the level of an angel, and it is too reluctant to face two strong men who are only a little away from the Seraph.

Archangel Quan and Warden Samuel was not too surprised when he saw him coming, and gave a slight salute.

"Your Highness, who do you want to see?"

"Azmodan, I can do it alone."

"He's on the inside."

Samuel nodded, and then handed Lucifer a pitch-black key.

After Lucifer took it, he didn't leave directly. He stared at Samuel with pure golden eyes for a while, until the most gloomy Seraph in front of him felt a little uncomfortable.

Only then did Seraph Archangel's voice slowly spit out: "Your situation is worse than it was 1000 years ago."

Samuel sighed, "I know."

"The matter of Lilith..."

Samuel interrupted him suddenly: "Your Highness, please don't mention this matter again."

Lucifer said: "I will go to the holy elves to trade some bright spring water from the tree of life, maybe it will help you."

"Thank you."

Lucifer walked towards the depths of the prison. The cells were completely separated. The people inside could not hear the sounds from outside, nor could they see the scene outside. gloomy.

The road is not long, and it will end soon.

Azmodan sat lazily on the ground, with one knee bent and his elbow resting on it, he looked extremely comfortable.

The door was opened, and the Seraph Archangel in a white Gabu robe walked in. His attire today is much simpler than that in yesterday's ceremony. His long hair is simply draped, without any hair accessories, and there is a ring-shaped circle on his chest. The slender golden chain hangs down to the waist, and the holy face looks much colder.

"Lucifer." Azmodan said the name with a low smile, and the final sound was deliberately prolonged.

"Glorious morning star of heaven, if only you were born in hell?"

"Presumptuous!" Lucifer frowned, "Be careful with your words."

Azmodan smiled: "I admire your beauty and look forward to your strength, why can't I say it?"

"You are trampling on my faith."

The king of hell smiled softly: "Could it be that to believe in gods, you have to distinguish between regions? I'm in hell, so am I not qualified?"

Lucifer was silent, because he knew that the creature from hell in front of him really believed in his Lord.

Although the light of his faith is not pure, but it is very firm, he cannot understand, so he can only remain silent.

"So, you are prejudiced against us."

"God doesn't like darkness." Of course Lucifer would not be entangled by him, "I hope it's best to explain what happened yesterday. How did you enter the heaven? What plans do you have?"

Azmodan shook his head, his face was a little pale, he had been shrouded in the power of light for so many days, even if he hadn't been tortured, but his attributes were in conflict, his condition was still not very good.

"If you are willing to promise me a condition, I will know everything."

"There is no need to mention the dream talk of entering hell."

"Then I have nothing to say."

The expected answer, Lucifer already had a decision on how to deal with this person in his heart.

"As long as I'm still the Vice-Prince of the Kingdom of Heaven, you can stay here forever!"

There is indeed a loophole in the heavens, but I don't know where it is. If this matter is not understood, it may have a great impact on the next battle plan.

Lucifer walked back while thinking.

When passing by a cell, he couldn't help but stop in surprise.

Tyler, with his huge head stuck in the door, smiled innocently at him.

"Help, Your Highness! My head seems to be stuck."

Vice-Prince of the Kingdom of Heaven: "..."

With a light wave of the white holy sword Durandal, the railing that strengthened the defensive and confinement formations snapped.

Taylor shook his head again and again, he was so uncomfortable just now, but now he finally got rid of it.

"You want to escape from prison?"

Apart from this reason, it was difficult for Lucifer to explain the stupidity of this behavior.

"No." Taylor waved his hands again and again to show his innocence, "I felt His Highness's aura, so I wanted to make some noise."

"Breath?" Lucifer couldn't help frowning, with so many formations, couldn't it be completely isolated?

"Well, I have a photosensitive mouse." Taylor took out a gray mouse the size of a watermelon from his pocket, "The light element here is not very active, and the light energy on your body is so strong, it You'll know it once you smell it."

Lucifer couldn't help but look at the creature in front of him curiously. His big dark eyes were like obsidian, his teeth and claws were extremely sharp, and his nose constantly fluttered, as if he was smelling something.

Taylor laughed and said, "If Your Highness likes it, I can give you one."

Lucifer: "No need, it's too ugly."

Taylor; "..." He almost forgot that angels are visual animals. No matter how useful something ugly is, it seems that it is not very popular. It is simply a waste. simple appearance.

"Your Highness, if you don't like the one I gave you yesterday, just tell me! I'll change it to something you like next time. Why should I be locked up?"

Lucifer frowned; "Then how about I let you go out now?"

"Ah?" Taylor was taken aback, hesitantly said: "This is not very good!"

Lucifer asked back: "What's wrong, don't you still like staying here?"

Looking at Seraph Archangel's calm and mocking eyes, Taylor smiled: "You see it? Alright, alright, let me tell you the truth!"

"I really want to stay in heaven, even in prison." Taylor scratched his hair in distress, and suddenly fell down with a bang, his thick arms like tree stumps firmly grasping Lucifer's waist, and then He howled loudly: "Your Highness, help me! If you don't let me stay here, I will definitely die!!!"

Lucifer's arm holding the sword trembled.

He felt that today was really an unlucky and unfortunate day, so he stretched out his hand silently, and forcibly tore apart the two arms that were twice as thick as his hands.

Taylor was secretly taken aback. His strength was among the best in the clan, but the Seraph Archangel in front of him seemed to be more terrifying than his strength. God was really partial.

"You..." Lucifer suddenly paused, and the next moment his expression became gloomy.

Taylor couldn't help screaming out very quickly, Lucifer's strength was truly terrifying, although he looked extremely tall and slender, the hidden strength was exaggerated to the extreme.

For example, one punch could smash his head to the ground. Taylor was dizzy. After receiving more than a dozen punches, he couldn't get up for a long time.

He covered his severely smashed eyes, and said guiltyly: "I really didn't pinch your butt on purpose."

Lucifer began to think about how big the impact would be if this product was destroyed.

Seeing the increasingly indifferent eyes of the angel on the opposite side, Taylor didn't dare to act recklessly, and said directly: "I was drunk and fell asleep with my sister-in-law."

"My brother probably wants to slap me to death right now, Your Highness, you can lock me up here for as long as you want!"

Lucifer felt relieved for a moment, it seemed that there would not be much impact, or it would be better to just take the bag and return it to his brother.

Taylor felt terrible when he saw his expression, and quickly said: "Your Highness, I was designed by someone else, and I smelled the dragon's ambergris in the wine."

"Why don't you tell your brother about this explanation."

Taylor made a bitter face, "If he is willing to listen to my explanation, I don't have to go to heaven."

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, and he said how the giants who have always had weak beliefs came to participate in the dedication ceremony, so it was because of this.

……really interesting.

"Just stay here first! I will find someone to confirm what you said."

After Lucifer left, Taylor rubbed the wound on his body, wondering why he felt that the Vice-Prince of Heaven was much gentler than yesterday.

Yesterday's extremity of drawing swords and facing each other at the slightest disagreement seems to be just an illusion?