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In the dilapidated and old Dead Song Academy, the light of the gray stars lit up a corner of the hall, and the decaying breath of death wafted inside, there was no fresh life, and it was full of cold and cold!

The only area where light exists is the center of the main hall of the Dead Song Academy.

Where the angel stood, the silver-armored warrior in his flaming sword pointed at the scholar at the black desk opposite, Karl the Grim Reaper.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly left his seat and said, "Little girl, I advise you to put away the Flame Sword.

It is not a wise act to use such a sharp and dangerous weapon against the main god of a civilization! ”

As he spoke, Karl the Grim Reaper walked slowly and moved.

Walk through layers of ancient stone steps until you reach the level of the angel's heart.

Then he came to the heart and slowly raised his arm, stretching out his slender and slender fingers.

With the finger that was writing about death, he gently pressed the flaming sword down.

Seeing this, the angel frowned slightly, but he still took advantage of the situation and slowly put down the flaming sword in his hand.

Because the sword is aimed at a god of the same level as Queen Kesha, it is indeed not polite.

But as a proud angel race, it is also the divine right wing that represents glory.

There is no timidity on his face, even if the other party is a god.

Because angels are justice, and angelic order is eternally beautiful, correct, and beyond doubt.

Burning Heart looked at Karl, the god of death in front of him, his face was proud, and he said coldly, "Please pay attention to your words, I'm not a little girl!"

I am Queen Keisha, the divine right wing who stayed in the Shadow World to spy on you. ”

"Hehe, you're a little girl. The Demon Queen Morgana has fought three large-scale nebula-level wars with your angels. ”

Karl retorted mischievously, pacing back and forth in place, and continued:

"You are the right-wing escort of Holy Kesha, and Morgana has fought you so many times. It stands to reason that Morgana should know about you, but when I spoke to Morgana, she didn't know you, which means that you are a recruit.

And the closest battle between your angels and demons was a thousand years ago, which means that your actual age is less than a thousand years old.

For you angels, there are not a thousand years old, not a little girl, what is it? ”

"Hmph, even if you're right, so what! Age doesn't mean everything. ”

The angel said with a burning heart, staring at Karl, the god of death, and his nerves tightened.

In the face of such a 10,000-year-old conspirator, even Queen Kaisha is afraid of the existence of three points.

When dealing with it, I don't dare to relax in the bottom of my heart. Always be vigilant to guard against their attacks.

"Isn't that enough?" Karl laughed.

"Not enough!"

The tone is extremely resolute, with the belief that justice will prevail. Angel Burning Heart raised the flaming sword in his hand again, pointing at Karl, the god of death.

"Well, now that I'll show you something, you'll understand me.

There will no longer be prejudice against death. Karl said with a tone of helplessness.

"What's that?" The angel asked.

Karl, the god of death, stopped talking, but raised his arms and placed them beside his head.

Then he stretched out two white palms and took off the wide hood on his head, revealing a harmless smiling face of humans and animals.

"This?"

The angel was shocked in his heart, and he was speechless for a while when he looked at the beautiful face of Karl, the god of death.

With the same bright blonde hair as her, as well as a beautiful face, an innocent smile, and charming eyes!

It's ridiculous! The word beautiful is exclusive to angels, but it is not inconsistent at all when applied to Karl, the god of death.

"What's wrong, surprised?" Karl, the grim reaper with his true face revealed, asked.

"Hmm."

The angel nodded heartily, and involuntarily lowered the flaming sword again.

But unlike last time, this time I was impressed by the "beauty" of the Grim Reaper.

Because the Flaming Sword has always been aimed at something full of evil, and it is clear that the Grim Reaper is not among them at this moment.

"So what do you have to say? Your Excellency the Beautiful Angel! ”

Karl, the god of death, smiled mysteriously with a gentle and charming smile.

"You don't look evil at all!" The simple little girl Angel said heartily.

"You're beautiful too!" Carl said softly.

"But your name makes you look evil!"

The angel's heart was shaken, why should the gods who were born with such beautiful "faces" be kind!

The concept of angelic justice, which had been accepted for five hundred years, told her.

Beauty is justice, and beauty is kindness.

But this boy in front of him looks like a harmless big boy!

But it is the terrifying god of death that makes the entire cosmic civilization tremble, the reaper of life.

"Hehe, the name makes me look evil!"

With a hint of mockery on his face, Karl shook his head and said:

"Could it be that you angels can tell whether life is righteous or evil from a terrible name?

In this vast universe, everything is relative.

If someone lives, there will naturally be someone who will die.

Every day, tens of thousands of lives are killed by a star being swallowed up by an unknown black hole, or a planetary explosion, or a war for power.

And there are people who are afraid of death, afraid of the existence of death. That's why death is a bad thing, and so death becomes synonymous with evil!

The funny thing is that death is clearly the result of the choices of these beings!

And my role as the Grim Reaper is nothing more than bringing these lost spirits back to my world, and even giving them a new lease of life!

But I have become wicked! And you use the sharp blade in your hand to harvest an unknown number of lives, but you are considered kind and beautiful! ”

"Hmph, you're sophistry! Queen Kesha's idea of justice would not be something you could understand.

There is life and death, but death does not mean that you can harvest their souls at will.

For good souls, heaven is their ultimate destination. But your god of death, Karl, has strangled them alive and brought them to this shadow world where there is no hope and no light!

Moreover, the flaming sword in the hands of our angels only kills evil, and will never stain the blood of any innocent, good people! ”

"Hehe, there is no distinction between high and low in life, they are all equal.

and destroy what your angels consider evil.

But that doesn't hide the fact that you're slaughtering lives!

In fact, although I am a god, I am more of a scholar. I love death, but I never make it!

From this point of view, you angels are worse than me, because your hands are stained with more blood than I do! ”

Karl, the god of death, had a calm face and lived for 30,000 years.

His emotions have long been stabilized, no longer fluctuating, and his heart has long been like water.

Angel's burning heart can only be regarded as a yellow-haired girl for him!

No matter how much the angel argues, he has 10,000 theories to deal with.

"You! You are sophistry. ”

The angel was speechless, and his chest rose and fell in anger. His heart was like a mess, his face was red, and he couldn't refute it for a while, and said fiercely:

"Sure enough, Queen Kaisha is right, Karl the God of Death, you are the most evil existence in the universe!

Even if you have a beautiful face comparable to that of an angel, it still can't change the dark and evil nature of your heart! ”

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