The Seven Demon Gods of Hell are terrifying beings who have followed Lucifer to stir up the void in the distant times of the other world. Their power comes from evil, and evil is precisely the element that makes it easiest for the main material world to collect the power of thought. Because of Lucifer's seal, they also disappeared into the ancient arena, but no matter what, their power will not be forgotten.

Of course, the seven demon gods of Hell are no longer the ones they used to be, and some of them have left Lucifer's camp. Either way, the rest of them could still stand here, looking down on the beings with a look of disdain and contempt.

That gaze that has never changed at the beginning of the far, far away world.

"Lucifer, why...... You have to reawaken your servants. A councillor asked in a trembling voice. Do you still want to lift that ancient curtain of blood? ”

"There was never any blood." Lucifer forgot about the councillor and said calmly. "We, just under the witness of the void, carry out our unfinished mission."

"In the past, I followed Rayser with them because his will was in line with ours. It's the same today. ”

"Maybe someone has betrayed us during this time, but the final result will not change."

At this point, Lucifer stopped, his gaze shooting into the deepest depths of darkness. "Loyalty is the cheapest thing in this world, but you can't deny it, if we give it up, how can we sustain it for an endless time? They are not my servants, and in the same way, I am not a follower of Rayser. ”

"We are only in this world that is about to perish, and let the perishing be earlier...... Come. ”

Before he could finish speaking, a figure shrouded in black fog behind Lucifer suddenly stepped forward and stretched out a black finger.

"Justice!"

"Ahh The councillor screamed miserably, desperately backing away to get out of the range of that finger, but how could he do it? In just an instant, his body was enveloped by a huge, strange, complex, and unimaginable magic array, as if the ancient mural had been transformed from a physical form to a line. At the same time, an ancient, old, tattered scale appeared in front of the 'fresco', on which this evil ghost fire was ignited.

The councillors writhed desperately in the 'mural', but they couldn't get out of it.

The black fingers were retracted, and an evil voice sounded in the black mist.

"Who weighs your life, or this hair?"

"Life!" The MP yelled, he had no choice. "My life is heavier!"

Poof, a heart pattern with a line appears at the left end of the scale, and then a hair is placed at the right end. In the watchful gaze of the councillor, the right end fell heavily, lifting the left end.

"Nope! It's not fair! I'm Mitro! I even fought against God! How can my life be lighter than your hair? ”

Mithro, the god of the religion founded in the Roman Empire before the rise of Christianity in the main material world, was later overthrown by Christianity, but the concepts of "God's judgment" and "covenant with God" have been influencing the future. It has left a profound influence on Christianity, Wohism, Hinduism and Buddhism. How could such a powerful being be lighter than a hair?

The voice in the black fog fell silent. It took a while for a weird laugh to erupt.

"Perhaps, you misunderstood what I meant, I only asked who weighed. And this hair is not mine, but human. Do you want to compare your weight with him? ”

"This ...... It's a ruse! It's not fair! Mithro roared, his voice full of fear. He knew that he had fallen for the other party's conspiracy. This is simply an unjust contract. Although he is a god, how can he be heavier than all human hair? You must know that the human beings mentioned by the other party are definitely not those low-level pariahs in this world, but those natural people in the main material world! All...... Natural person!!

One main material realm, all human hair, certainly heavier than Mitro! Not to mention the weight, even Mitro is produced in the mind of the main material world. How can he afford it?

"Azazler! You deceiver!! Mitro roared, writhing unwillingly. However, under the balance of 'justice', his physical, mental, and even spiritual energy has been placed on the balance of the extra-dimensional, how can he get rid of it?

The Seven Demon Gods of Hell have never been a self-appointed name! Their power is as awe-inspiring as their wickedness.

And Azazel is one of the best.

He was originally the leader of the guardian angels, the Hebrew word for 'the mighty man of God', but he was only illed by the defeat of Raphael. But this is not his bad deeds, but his strength. After all, being able to escape in the hands of Raphael is a capital to be proud of. And in fact, if it weren't for some factors, Rafael would have been the loser in that fight.

Azazel was not accustomed to explaining and did not bother to explain anything. Like Lucifer's pride, he is also reluctant to bow to the weak.

Nothing is more powerful than words, and nothing is more powerless than words.

"Goodbye." Azazel said simply, then withdrew his finger.

The next moment, Mitro turned into a cloud of black energy in the poignant participation, and spun into the scales.

Justice is the greatest injustice in this world, in any world.

Azazler did not deceive anything, he was just exercising his authority within his own framework.

But his majesty was not recognized, and in fact, since their appearance, they have become the fear and hostility of many 'demons'. So just as he killed Mitro's colleague, a golden light shot out from the depths of darkness and wrapped directly around Azazel's body.

At the same time, a deep, hoarse, thick voice rang out in the darkness.

"Azazle, please restrain your words and actions, we respect the decision of the fallen angel, and we also reserve our own will."

As he spoke, the speed of light trembled at an imperceptible super-frequency, instantly destroying Asarzra's protective shield and penetrating his physical, spiritual, and spiritual powers. Azazle snorted, and the black mist retreated at high speed. At the same time, Lucifer's hand reached over and cut off the golden beam.

"Hmph." The voice in the darkness snorted coldly, and then stared at Lucifer.

"You, great betrayer, destroyer of light, trampler of justice, and enforcer of will. Lucifer, great name. Do you want to be my enemy for Lesser? ”

"Amaterasu!"

Lucifer's expression was serious, and he didn't say anything more, only highlighting these two words. One word.

A name.

A name that represents strength and awe, inheritance and deception, antiquity and evil, light and darkness.

A demon that was originally just a small group of thoughts condensed, but in the end, it was widely spread and stole the power of thought.

Stealers.

Amaterasu. The main material realm, Japanese mythology, the supreme god.