The night was silent, the stars were shining, but Phil was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

Because as soon as you close your eyes, a picture will appear in your mind: in the raging fire, the twelve-winged angel with long purple hair stands like a silver spear, suddenly looking back and revealing a hideous smile.

This made it impossible for Phil to sleep again. So Phil got up and lit the oil lamp and pulled out a book called "Radiant Apocalypse" from under the bed.

The book contains detailed records of all the myths and legends of this world, as well as ancient prophecies.

Phil frantically flipped through the pages, trying to read between the lines for the twelve-winged purple-haired angel in the book.

Ultimately...... I got what I wanted, and I really found it.

But when Phil carefully examined the text, he was shocked into a cold sweat.

"'It is better to be king in hell than to be a slave in heaven!' roared the twelve-winged angel, whose holy face was so hideous at this time. The unsheathed sword burns like a blazing sun in the clouds, and the spear of fury pierces through all ugliness. ”

He will come with flames and burn the so-called "light" to the ground, and he will use the sword of vengeful flames to recreate the kingdom of darkness. For he is Lucifer, the burning stars, the angel who fears no fear of God. ”

Phil slowly closed the book, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and went downstairs to the kitchen to get a large glass of water and poured it into his stomach.

Looking out the window at the calm sea, Phil found himself thirstier the more he drank.

Some changes are always difficult to notice, such as wisps of white smoke coming from someone's back......

It was indeed getting hotter and hotter, so Phil took off all his clothes in a fit of rage, and hit a large basin of cold water and rushed to his body.

The situation was finally relieved, but an inexplicable feeling of exhaustion came rushing like a flood.

So Phil went back to his bed and fell asleep.

Yes...... The insomniac finally gets the right to rest, but what will the dream look like?

......

Dragon-killing city, dragon-killing fort, the deepest.

"Answer me, Demon, what is it that scares you?"

On a rocking chair made of fine logs, a middle-aged man with a bloated, richly dressed face and a beard was smiling contemptuously with a red wine glass. In front of him was a real nightmare.

The scarlet candle lit with golden flames, reflecting the faces of the hundred young girls in this secret room, but the moment the demon completed the ritual, the candlelight also looked a little pale. The apples are long since an empty shell, devoid of nutrients.

"My dear king, if you don't want me to drain your soul too soon, shut up!"

In the pitch-black bloodthorn armor, a raging soul fire burns. The pupil of nothingness is devouring and digesting the souls of hundreds of people, how many souls are roaring and crying in those eyes!

The demon that dared not look directly let out a low roar. His two large black claws peeked through his armor, burning with the flames of hell.

"Ati, kill that young man, and I can make you the emperor of the Seven Kingdoms. ”

The demon roared, apparently losing patience at this point.

The fat man who was called Ati by the demon put down the wine glass in his hand and said suspiciously: "The kings of the other six kingdoms have also signed a magic contract, why do you make me believe that you have the ability to unify the six kingdoms?"

"My soul is strong enough, and those walking dead who have been accumulating for decades are just right for the evil spirits from hell to lodge, and then you will have an army of hundreds of thousands of undead to sweep the remaining six kingdoms. ”

The demon scoffed. Apparently he felt that the man in front of him was too ignorant.

"Then you will be able to rule the entire continent. The blade of the sword is pointed directly at the legendary Glorious Throne. ”

Instead of paying attention to the demon's words, Artie got up from his chair and walked up to a soul-drained girl, holding her handsome cheeks with both hands and stretching her eyes wide with her index finger and thumb. Ati looked at the girl, revealing a row of bloody yellowed teeth, smiling and shaking the girl's head.

Ati said pleasantly, "Do you remember the commandments that have been passed down in Dragon Slayer City since ancient times? ”

The Shadow Demon's flames seemed to be extinguished for a moment, and then he said, "Under the sky, the place where the dragon is slain. The flame of silence, the tomb of the evil spirits. ”

"You are not stupid, my dear Demon King, you should know that if anyone can dig out the place of this commandment, then all your plans will be in vain, but it is not impossible, my hunch is not wrong. ”

"As you say, let's catch the poor boy first! Isn't it?"

With that, Ati used the tip of his tongue to leave a fishy scratch on the girl's white cheek.

Turning to look at Shadow Fiend, Artie smiled with satisfaction.

The flames of the soul trembled in the shell, and the symphony of destruction was clearly ready for birth.

......

......

Phil was asleep, and in his dreams, he felt countless lights constantly passing in front of his pupils, as if he had gone through a long journey, and the shelled soul finally landed in the middle of a lone light.

The whine of the breeze lingered in Phil's ears, causing the lonely ghost to tremble violently. Staring at the scene in front of him, tears as big as beans poured out of his eyes, so Phil could only kneel, feeling the call from the depths of his soul.

In front of him, in the middle of a blood-red poppy bush, a twelve-winged purple-haired angel shone with divine brilliance.

The purple-haired angel slowly turned his head and smiled softly at Phil, this smile was like the last remnant of warmth in the last days, and it was so beautiful that people couldn't help but be intoxicated. Like the caress of the midnight south wind, Phil was completely stunned.

The angel was naked, with well-defined muscles, full of the beauty of wild power, six pairs of white wings shining with extraordinary divine light behind him, and those purple eyes were staring at the silver light above his head, long purple hair shawl, a pair of demonic horns slowly growing from the top of his head, and the corners of Lucifer's mouth were slightly raised.

The call of the demon dragon came from the sky, and suddenly!

The six thousand-foot-tall trees bloomed at the top of the six twelve-petaled purple mysterious flowers, and suddenly countless purple pollen filled the entire forest in just a few breaths.

It's like a grand ceremony. The darkness cheered and celebrated, thanking the Abyss Demon King for his favor.

This mysterious forest was completely ignited, countless souls roared, and countless purple flames burned wildly with so-called greed, hatred, and desire.

The originally dark and gloomy space suddenly became brighter, and the purple shimmer released after the soul burned out gradually became the main color of the forest.

And the protagonist of this ceremony, Lucifer, slowly walked up to Phil and squatted down.

Countless purple flames churned and burned between demons and humans. Lucifer pressed his right index finger against Phil's chin and gently lifted the handsome face in front of him. Looking at the weeping young man in front of him, Lucifer was stunned......

Meishan's eyes seem to be dotted with affection, which is really like the "Phil" who used to be......

"You're very much like me, yes, really good, I'm satisfied......"

Lucifer smiled happily, like a child. It's the night! For some reason, they are getting closer and closer.

It's really getting closer......

Unconsciously...... A warm breath hit Phil's cheeks, a breeze blew, and strands of long purple hair swept Phil's lips, which were originally pale because of nervousness, Phil was stupid, and even forgot about nervousness, forgot about fear, and forgot that it was just a dream!

Phil felt a warm touch on his forehead, a touch that imprinted his soul.

It seems that who has ever kissed himself like that.

But who is it?

Then the image came to Phil's mind: a graceful woman with long fiery red hair holding a baby in her arms, leaning down to kiss the baby's forehead gently, and a tear inadvertently spilling on the baby's lips.

And the touch at this time, the fluctuation in the heart at this time, isn't that it!

The demon left his kiss. But this kiss is like a lead for Phil now. It will slowly detonate the emotions that are deep in Phil's heart.

For some reason, there was hatred in Phil's eyes, "Who are you, what are you doing, who am I......? What exactly am I looking for?"

Lucifer just smiled at Phil and shook his head

Then he stood up and turned to leave.

Looking at Lucifer's distant back, Phil wanted to yell out, but at this time he couldn't make a sound, and his eyes that were once like stars were already covered in blood. Phil still tried to reach out and grab something, but where he could touch it...... There is nothing left......

Who is this man? What is his connection with Phil? Obviously so familiar and gentle, obviously close, obviously ...... It's so unforgettable...... But I can't catch it! This back, that blurry picture, is too far away from Phil......

Phil was completely slumped on the ground, like a marionette, manipulated by fate, allowing tears to spread uncontrollably on his face. Let's cry hysterically! Because this dream is really long......

The night gave the abyss dark eyes, but he used them to find the remaining light.

Phil's pupils were blackened by the night. Gradually, his vision blurred, and gradually, he fell asleep again.

The dragon in the sky was still hovering around the pillar of light, letting out a deafening roar from time to time. The flapping of the wings rolled up countless shimmers, and Lucifer slowly walked into the center of the pillar of light.

At the end of the starfall, some people are still wrapped in the darkness, and this is the beginning of the dawn.

Ancient prophecies still work, and an immortal legend will manifest at dawn on the islands of the East.

"I am the abyss, destroying the light.

I am the abyss, the scourge of the light.

I am the abyss, the light

......”

The demon whispered and passed into the depths of Phil's soul.

In the early morning, the salty sea breeze broke through the window, hitting Phil's handsome face, his eyes struggling to break through the cage in the sunlight, and in front of him was a touch of the back of his long purple hair facing the sea......