Take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of blood and fire into your lungs and then slowly exhaling.
Finally, he couldn't help but let out a cold laugh:
"Oh."
"This method is truly remarkable."
They falsify memories and spread rumors to maintain their rule.
Well, that's not surprising at all. A saint may possess great power, but that doesn't necessarily mean they have the corresponding moral character.
The demon with bat wings sat on the edge of the roof at Ning Feng's feet, letting her legs dangle and swing back and forth, while shaking a skewer that seemed to be made of octopus tentacles, like a carefree girl on a spring outing.
Under the gray sky, the shadows of the two figures were stretched longer and longer by the dim light.
It's not that there aren't any saints who fit their expectations, it's just that those kinds of people probably aren't doing too well, right?
Smiling, Ariana tilted her head and said with a smile:
[You saw it too, right? That archangel fits your imagination, doesn't he? Willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good, huh.]
The archangel sacrificed herself in the battle against the stargazers, attempting to stir something with her death, but...
Everyone was acting that day; her "companions" were all watching, but perhaps she was the only one who took it seriously?
[As expected of a stubborn, idiotic angel, I'm not surprised at all!]
Her bloodshot eyes narrowed, and a look of regret appeared on the demon girl's beautiful face, but she spoke with a mocking tone:
So only she died... How pitiful!
She feigned wiping away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, then opened her mouth and bit into the skewer in her hand.
[This is so touching, sob sob... Oh?]
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