"How dare a filthy creature from hell storm a high-level heaven?"

The voice came from within the huge light gate, and there was an unmistakable sense of majesty. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Oh no, the great Wartemple Angel, Lord Miller. In the midst of the blood tide, a monster with a snake tail, a light blue trident in hand, and tattered armor was full of sarcasm, "I came to show you how noble the progress of mankind has been under the protection of the great God of Light. ”

The monster's left hand grabbed in the void, and a huge transparent ball of blood flew out of the blood tide, and the unconscious boy Kane was wrapped in this balloon.

"Humble Viper Lord Alan, are you questioning the divine might of the God of Light?" A barefoot man walked out of the door of light carved with an ancient pattern. The golden brilliance in the man's eyes flickered like flames, and the three pairs of golden wings behind him trembled slightly, conveying the monstrous anger of the Battle Temple Angel Miller.

"No, no, no, the great Seraped Warrior Angel, Lord Miller, I'm just the messenger of the Most High in the Abyss, and I don't think you really blame me for my unintentional offense. A trace of cunning and horror slipped through Allen's femme fatale-like eyes, and he subconsciously retreated with the power of the blood tide, "It's just, aren't you going to look at this boy's memory?"

Miller snorted coldly, stretched out his right index finger into the void, and a pure golden star left his body and pierced the water balloon that wrapped the boy Kane, and sank into his skull, which was a little of his divine thought.

"Huh?" Miller said with a look of confusion on his face, "Ellen, the demon of hell full of lies, how dare you?"

A foul-smelling dark green star flew out of the boy Kane's brain and shot into the body of the Wartemple Angel.

Miller quickly retreated, trying to retreat into the light gate.

"Hahaha, it's too late, it took me more than three thousand years to hatch this necromantic just for this moment. The Viper Lord laughed wildly, "My good darling, absorb the divine power from this sanctimonious angel, weave a deadly necromantic bond, and turn him into a stinking mummy." ”

The body of the War Temple Angel quickly turned dark green, emitting a foul stench of rotting corpses.

"The godhead of a six-winged superior angel, this is a rare good thing. Alan laughed wildly, brandished the trident in his hand, and slaughtered Miller with great momentum.

"Look for death. The badly injured Miller scolded, mobilized all the divine power that could still be used in his body, put his hands together and pushed outward, and a fist-sized golden ball of light shot into Allen's body.

"How is it possible, why do you still have the strength to spare?" Alan was so shocked that he couldn't dodge it, and was hit by the ball of light, which exploded in two.

Necromantic aura devoured the divine power of the Wartemple Angel Miller, spitting out the necromancy's binding, trapping his body and immobilizing him.

The divine aura raged through Arant's wounds, tearing at his wounds for a moment, making it impossible to move.

Angels and demons are facing each other like this, and neither can help the other. And a hundred meters below them are thousands of Trist residents who have been turned into stone statues, and the bitter cold land where the cold wind is howling and the people are inaccessible, the Plateau of Suffering.

Boy Kane, wake up.

"Is this heaven?" the boy rubbed his eyes and looked around suspiciously, the holy light filling every space around him.

"No, it must be hell here. Kane looked down, thousands of familiar faces frozen hundreds of meters below their stiff bodies, on Trist's familiar town square full of painful memories.

"My poor lost boy, this is the entrance to the High Heavens, the Radiant Gate. A gentle voice rang out from behind Kane.

Kane's breath faltered, both surprised and delighted.

Shocked, is he really dead?

Happily, I have heard that only truly good people can enter heaven after death, get rid of the suffering of the world, and obtain eternal joy and warmth.

"It's not heaven, you're not dead. Another voice interrupted Kane's thoughts, "Help me kill that six-winged reptile in a hypocritical mask and help me ascend to the throne of the Demon God, and I will pass on the position of Viper Lord to you." ”

Demon God?

It's not heaven?

Kane turned in astonishment to see an angel with a dark green sheen and a foul-smelling monstrel, and a monster with a broken body and a snake tail.

"What do you see, you still won't come to help me?" Alan grumbled impatiently, "You don't want an infinite life, you don't want the power to destroy the world, you don't want to see those humans who have been on high and bullied your siblings and tried to take your lives tremble before you? ”

"Who are you?" Kane was in a trance, this series of temptations was extremely promised, any one of them was enough to make the entire Divine Punishment Continent go crazy.

"He is Ellen, Lord of Vipers, a demon of greed, cunning, sinisterness, and lies. "The one who answered Kane was Miller, the high-ranking angel of the six-winged battle hall who was struggling to support and wanted to slow down the devouring of the holy power by the necromantic maggots. His holy and inviolable face was full of disgust and disgust: "It is their forte to seduce ignorant humans against the divine gods with their unfounded benefits." ”

If it weren't for this human boy Kane, this god and demon might have been facing off for hundreds of years, after all, in the eyes of gods and demons with almost endless lifespans, a hundred years is just a flick of a finger.

Hundreds of years later, perhaps Angel Miller will be sucked dry by the necromantic maggots and become a dried corpse, or perhaps the Viper Lord Eren will be torn to pieces by the constant raging divine power.

But the boy Kane, a human boy who is usually no different from an ant to gods and demons, has become the key to their life and death.

"God of Light, poor human lamb, if it weren't for the fact that this evil demon sucked the life force of your relatives and used it to awaken the heinous infernal product Necromantic Maggot, and used you as bait to trick me into a trace of divine thought, so that the Necromantic Maggot locked on the target of the attack, and attacked suddenly while I was unprepared. How could Miller, the Angel of the Battle Temple, be defeated and change like this?" Miller struggled to suppress the attack of necromantic maggots, and his white cheeks became more and more pale and sickly.

Kane looked at the gods and demons in front of him with some suspicion, and asked the angel Miller with some hesitation, "How can I save you?"

Although he was only twelve years old, the legends of the gods and demons that people had passed down by word of mouth still made him closer to the gods in his heart.

The battle temple angel Miller forced out a smile, saving his life is important, but what makes him even more happy is that from spiritual belief to force victory, the high-level heaven is about to defeat the abyss and hell again, and the brilliance of the gods will be more brilliant among the human race.

"Just take the worm wriggling around my body, rest assured, you don't have divine power, it's harmless to you. Miller tried to make his smile look kinder, and his gaze toward Kane grew more kind.

When the demon in front of him is purified, he must report this time to the God of Light. The gods will surely send down oracles, so that the prestige and brilliance of the gods will shine on the entire continent of divine punishment.

"Have you forgotten who wanted to throw your sister into the fire?" Alan said, and Kane's outstretched right hand trembled like a lightning strike.