"Dead? Well, let's fall into eternal sleep here. When the Seventh Seal is truly broken, become my dependant and create true balance in the world. Son of Man. ”

Looking at the corpse in front of him, the war gently cut through his palm, and the blood like a flame dripped down on the arm that was intact and contained a brilliant will.

Just five drops of blood soaked the entire right arm in an instant, burning the right arm and spreading the war coat of arms.

Then, the god of war took out the key of the eye demon on the side and walked out.

The shriveled corpse was no longer cared for, and the right hand holding the knife gradually lost its temperature, and only the fire of sin was still burning its own flame tirelessly.

Not surprisingly, when the seventh seal is broken, the God of War will regain all of its power, and this right arm stained with the blood of the God of War will also be reborn under that power.

"It's such a good show, it's a shame to die like this. Knights' dependents? Don't. ”

A puff of black smoke emerged from the shriveled corpse, and the smoke separated and coalesced, eventually forming a projection of Samael.

On the projection, Samael's expression changed from pleasure, pity, resentment, and finally to a malicious sneer.

"Dependents? Let me help you, my good "boy", war, this gift you will love. But? Be careful not to be killed by him! Hahahaha! ”

Samael's finger tapped lightly on the flame of sin, and a faint magic spread over it.

"Let me turn it on for you. I'm looking forward to it. ”

Samael's figure disappeared into the shriveled corpse, but that was only the beginning.

The fire of sin burns with seven flames, arrogance in white, greed in gold, anger in red, gluttony in black, jealousy in blue, lust in pink, and laziness in green.

The flames burned more and more fiercely, and the sound of the flames burning formed strange words in the darkness. As the flame grew stronger, so did the words.

[Pride will be your never-bending bones, greed will be flesh that you can't give up, anger will be the blood that flows forever, gluttony will be your skin, jealousy will be your eyes, lust will be your new soul, and laziness will connect it all.] ］

The fire of arrogance, the fire of greed, the fire of anger, the fire of gluttony, the fire of jealousy, the fire of lust, the fire of laziness, in the order of the words, sank into the dried corpse one by one.

The shriveled corpse slowly became plump, even though it all seemed so strange. But things are still pushing forward in no hurry.

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A glimmer of light appeared in the groggy, darkened brain. In his mind, only Qin Keyan, who had only the remnants of his will, instinctively pursued the light.

When the light of the will rushed into the boundless darkness, the warmth enveloped the remaining will.

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Lust, whoever it is, seems to be shy about such thoughts.

Few people can confront this desire triggered by the instinct to reproduce life. People always crave it and sweep it away in dark corners.

But it is undeniable that it is precisely because of the existence of lust that life continues to multiply from generation to generation.

At the same time, the desire is not suppressed from time to time, looking for a more tactful way to satisfy this desire, and the human life repeats something all the time.

When God condemned the seven deadly sins for His people, He also crucified the rebellious hearts of those who were wretched.

Without arrogance, everyone seems to wear the same mask and become God's most convenient tool.

Without anger, it is like a beast that has been stripped of its claws, and can only roar helplessly in the corner.

Without greed, the so-called deserve is only the beginning of the endless exploitation of one party against the other.

Without jealousy, what people call enterprising becomes a pale slogan.

There is no gluttony, a bowl of water, and a black loaf of bread are enough to send away those lowly servants of God.

Without lust, those who are high above can take possession of those good things that do not belong to him as a matter of course.

Without laziness, those who are squeezed will be sucked off the last drop of bone blood.

What is sin? That sin! Isn't it God's ordination for better servitude?

The angel had his own thoughts, his own consciousness. When you understand what you want to do and act on it. Angels are no longer instruments in the hands of God, but become demons.

It may be radical in times of peace, but in a world dominated by demons, this is the truth.

With the will at its core, the soul refilled by the breath of life of lust reverberates with such words.

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The eyes that reopened were full of confusion, as if they were a little confused about their current situation.

Turning his head to look at his surroundings, the confusion gradually disappeared when his eyes fell on the long knife held tightly in his right hand.

"Resurrected? What is this sound? ”

Some are not quite sure of their situation, and after hearing their own voices, they have more serious doubts. Moreover, there are many things that I can't seem to remember.

Because when he first spoke, the voice he made had an extremely strange layering, and it seemed that there were many different emotions contained in a short sentence.

"Isn't it weird? Brat. Do you want me to tell you the answer? ”

Samael's voice echoed in our hearts, and it was a very obvious choice.

"Yes, what the hell am I doing now?"

He is still himself, but at the same time, there are many things that have become inconsistent with him, personality, and most of the memories that are missing, Qin Keyan is a little eager to know the answer to all this.

"Feel it for yourself, little one. I'm looking forward to seeing what you do. ”

Samael's figure appeared in front of Qin Keyan, and he pointed to his right arm, which belonged to the coat of arms of the god of war.

With the blood of the god of war, Qin Ke's will and memory to fight to the end were sealed.

With a little bit of Samael, the part of the will and memory hidden in the coat of arms suddenly merged into the newborn soul. In the same way, those memories of oneself are returned to the soul.

"Me? Or me? ”

couldn't help but have this question in Qin Keyan's heart.

The soul is reconstructed, the memory can be said to be a copy, only a wisp of will is his own, whether he is still himself or not, Qin Keyan is difficult to determine.

"Boom Boom"

The grinding sound of large things slowly rising sounded, which reminded Qin Keyan of the purpose of his coming here.

"Let's get these things done first, and then think about them."

He turned and walked towards the gate beside him, and as he walked forward, his steps became more and more determined.