Instead of waiting for the cherubim to grind, Crowley's black wings pushed the air currents that didn't belong to this world, dragging her body towards the center of the cemetery.

If Zach and Seth, two people who will be seen by the world, need to join the fight, then the question of whether they will be caught will have to be considered. It's a fitting time when everyone is having dinner, and if it's too late, God knows if there will be any strange people who will take 'walking and eating in the cemetery' as a habit and inexplicably wander into the scene they shouldn't enter.

In keeping with Zack's habit of caring so much about his citizenship, and the witcher's hatred of demons, Crowley decides not to make trouble for herself.

"If you're so fond of sending them back to hell, I can help you. The fallen angel stood before the tumbling flames, black wings stirring, and bright sparks poured into the flames at the edge of the floating trembling feathers.

As if oil had been sprinkled into the fire, the bursting flames suddenly expanded, tumbling and spreading in all directions! The innocent loyal dogs who emitted an inky mist whimpered and were swallowed by the flames!

Don't think this whimper is a howl, it may have been, and now it was the fire of their owner. These low-IQ canine slaves are whimpering to express great honor and refreshment. Unfortunately, they could not get more of their masters' 'gifts', and after the flames passed, the Cerberus turned into a thick black mist and sank under the land.

Under the bright moon, the flames had dissipated, and the last whimpering of the loyal dogs had disappeared without a trace. A man with a gray beard standing on top of the open space.

His eyes were cloudy. There were tattered single clothes hanging on his body, and he didn't even have shoes. His bare feet were pressed against the ground, black smudges covering the instep of his feet. This is the orderly cherubim of the Holy Bishops.

Want to know why? Because of people. Because man, with his own inherent prejudices, has infinitely expanded the role of angels.

This is the same as the philanthropists in the city, who have both fame, power, and financial respect, while the policemen who really maintain order complain that their salaries are too low, and that they are busy and walk in danger every day, but they are rarely appreciated. Feel it.

"You look so bad. Crowley looked at the person in front of her without any expression on her face.

"You don't belong here. Prisoner, I'll send you back. There was no expression on the cherubim's smudged face. He stretched out his hands, the tips of his broad, thick palms, his nails covered with black dirt in minutes, and dots of sparks began to gather between his palms.

"Are you serious?" the corners of Crowley's mouth twitched slightly. Before the smile could be unfolded, it turned into sarcasm, "Not even a little reminiscence, at least, you deserve the respect of my name." I'm Crowley, if you care. ”

"I don't care, and you don't deserve my name on you, you're just a prisoner who shouldn't be. "The cherubim were not strong, so to speak, thin, but his wide frame and thick palms gave the illusion of a man. It makes people think that it will belong to a strong man.

If you look closely, you will see that the thick palm is covered with thick calluses. Once upon a time, people fought with swords. Having calloused hands is a delusion of a warrior and a comfort that can bring a sense of security.

The glory of the past, who does not want to keep. But the cherubim now seem to have only one thing left to preserve.

"Isn't it worth it?" Crowley's sarcasm changed again, became, well. Sad.

The vampire Zach has curled the corners of his mouth at this time. Like anyone watching a play, Zach began to crave his 'popcorn' and the square bottle was held up.

"We fought together and relied on each other. Crowley's gaze fell on the cloudy eyes of the cherubim, "and then we fought each other like real enemies." You have won, and the foundation of your present world has been laid. Am I not worthy of your respect if I have lost?" (The history of the cherubim is explained in chapter 17, and the cherubim were the ones who beat the fallen angels into hell and became demons in the war of angels.) ）

I don't know which sentence touched the cherubim, and the spark in his palm froze, "You are not worthy not because you lost, but because you are guilty." ”

"What crime?!" Crowley actually took the initiative to take a step forward, she was obviously enraged, the golden bracer that was tightly bound to her wrist was pushed by the raised hand, and let out a soft sound of metal clash, "After all this time! Look at yourself! Who is the sinner! Who pushed those incompetent humans to the top of the world! Who made you what you are!"

The cherubim's bare shoulders twitched, and the sparks in his palms continued to coalesce. If the cherubim were willing to think about these questions, then he should have established his own religion like Pappa's Midnight, instead of becoming the Lord's order!

Remember what Zach said when he taught Zack in front of Crowley, regarding the hierarchy of aliens, vampires unsubtly put soul aliens at the bottom. It wasn't like that before, when all qiē were equal, it was a time when even vampires didn't exist zài.

"Why are you persecuting this friend?" Zach couldn't help but join, the best of the scenes are the ones that need to be interactive. What's more, he hasn't watched it yet, and this play seems to be coming to an end, "Crowley, you don't admit it now, you should stay here willingly." Zach put his hand down to Bibi with a chuckle on his face.

"I'm not your friend!" Cherubim suddenly glared at Zack, who seemed to have a natural aversion to vampires instead of being calm in the face of Crowley, "You, don't go near here, it's none of your business." ”

Zach raised an eyebrow, not offended, and just stepped forward to stop, raising his hands to signal, "Don't do this, after all, we are all the same belief system, and we should show due respect to our respective positions." Zach's eyes narrowed, if there was an angel present, it would be a better scene!

"Don't confuse us! vampire!" Cherubim glared at Zack, "You're not worthy!"

"Oh, really?" Zach smiled as he looked at the cherubim, "you can tell that I still have my soul, though it's in tatters." Your statement will grieve my ancestors who have completely lost their souls. ”

"Sin is in your blood!" cherubim glared at the vampire, "you will live forever in punishment! Get out of here, vampire! Your punishment has been judged, you are a prisoner of eternal life, you are not my duty!

You should remember how soul-oriented the Holy Bishop is, so the most severe punishment they can think of is the deprivation of souls. So, after countless eras, there is our vampire, Zachary Grande.

If the cherubim still had the slightest bit of calm respect for the fallen angels, it would be utter contempt for the vampires, you see. (To be continued)