"What?" Laiega's eyes narrowed slightly, but when he thought of the identity of the Chaos Angel opposite him, his expression slowly relaxed.
"Although I don't understand what you're saying, it seems like the words spoken by a Chaos Angel like you don't have much credibility."
Mo Xieluo still had that casual, nonchalant attitude. "Of course you don't believe it, but I wonder if your God has ever told you that Heaven and Hell are at war right now?"
"The war between Heaven and Hell has been going on for thousands and thousands of years. I don't think you need to tell me this yourself."
Mo Xie Luo looked at Layega's expression, which had basically not changed, and smiled slightly.
"The previous wars were just minor skirmishes, but now it's an all-out war, with even the Angel King joining the fray.
But judging from your expression, it seems that your God has not told you this news.
Do you know the reason? I heard that some time ago, a mysterious guest came to heaven and strangled nearly one-fifth of the angel kings.
This news spread, and then there was a full-scale war."
Layega's expression changed slightly, but he still said with a cold face: "Even so, as long as God is still here, Hell cannot conquer Heaven."
"Haha, what you said seems to make sense, but in the short term, there shouldn't be more angels descending on the ancestral star. To be honest, it will be difficult for you, an eight-winged angel, to compete in the upcoming territorial battles."
As he said this, Moshe Luo looked at Laiega with a look of pity.
"I don't think this has much to do with you, sir?" Laiega's face was gloomy and his tone became more and more impatient.
Moshe Luo looked at the subtle changes in Layega's expression and tone, and as if confirming something, he changed the subject.
"You carry the aura of original sin. Greed, arrogance, and rage linger within you. But as the future King of Angels, why do you possess such an aura that seems unbelievable to an angel?"
After saying that, Moxie Luo looked at Laiega with interest, as if waiting for it to give him an answer.
Laiega's face froze, and he looked dazedly at the throne he was sitting on, and at the black aura that had entangled his hands at some point.
Suddenly, its expression changed, as if it had determined the answer. "You're the one who did it."
"Don't you know whether it was me who did this? Think back to your own upbringing. You'll know if you have more emotions than the other angels.
You are all a group of angels created by God, so why are you the only one favored by God and destined to be the king of angels?
Because you are talented? Don't be ridiculous. In its eyes, there is no big difference between you angels.
It just added some things when it created you, and that is original sin, and it is greed, arrogance, and wrath."
As Moxie Luo spoke, the gray-black aura emanating from Layega became increasingly stronger.
However, Layega himself seemed unaware of this and murmured softly, "Why?"
"Why." Moshe Luo repeated Laiega's words, and turned to look outside the hall. There was a small square where many wingless humans were praying devoutly to the statue.
As the prayers rang out, strands of holy light emanated from their bodies.
"See those people who are praying? As human beings, they are believers in God and offer their faith to Him.
After his death, he ascended to heaven and was reincarnated as the lowest-level two-winged angel, losing most of his personal emotions. Then he was offered faith. See how perfect a tool he is.
However, they are good as tools, but they have also lost most of their ability to comprehend the rules of heaven and earth. Basically, how strong they are depends entirely on God's gift.
But you are different. When you were created, He preserved what He believed to be humanity's original sin, and injected more into you, just waiting for you to be promoted to the King of Angels.
After comprehending the power of rules, they will treat you as delicious food and devour the power of rules that you have worked so hard to comprehend."
The gray energy emanating from Layega's body became more and more. "How is that possible?"
Layega's tone was still full of disbelief. He couldn't believe that the person he had always regarded as his father would really just look at it as food.
"Think about the angel kings who are always in deep sleep, and think about the formation of the fallen angels and the chaos angels. Perhaps you can pray to it yourself and ask,
However, it's not certain whether you will be turned into food by then. After all, it's not difficult for Him to create another being like you. It's just a waste of time.
Ha ha ha ha. "
An indelible cruelty suddenly emerged between Laiega's brows.
The feathers behind it were suddenly covered with a layer of dark gray on top of the pure white, as if surrounded by a layer of gray gauze.
The aura on Laiega's body became increasingly unstable, the gray mist spread to the side, and the light feathers on the ground and in the air also turned grayish white.
Seeing Laiega immersed in his own world, Moxi Luo smiled with satisfaction, and his figure was shrouded in the white robe again.
It strode towards the outside of the temple.
"A new Angel King has been born, but he has awakened his true self. Ye He, I wonder if you are satisfied with this result? Hahaha."
As its figure moved out of the city, a large amount of gray-white mist suddenly emerged from the temple in the center of the city, and then the light feathers falling from the sky were replaced by white-gray things that looked like ash.
The crowd on the ground who were praying intently were completely unaware of the changes happening around them. They were still concentrating on reciting prayers with their eyes closed.
The only difference is that the content inside has changed, "Praise the King of Ashes, the sins of the world need ashes to be purified, today, we welcome your coronation.
We will eventually usher in a great rebirth from the ashes of the world.
The King of Ashes, the King of Ashes..."
Compared to the low prayers when Moxie Luo first entered the city, there was now a bit more madness on their faces, as if they were witnessing the revival of some great existence.
Above the temple, Laiega's figure appeared, and behind him, ten brand new wings slowly spread out.
The wings were no longer holy white, but a dead gray, which complemented the ashes falling between heaven and earth.
A throne of the same grey-white color slowly appeared behind it. Layega slowly sat down, its dead eyes looking at the angels and humans in the city, as if announcing something.
"I am, the Lord of Ashes, Layega."
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