Buenos Aires.

As the morning sun poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Ximena held the edge of the table with her left hand, her upper body straight, and gently put the soup into her mouth with a spoon. As she drank the soup, she looked carelessly, sometimes lingering on the image that appeared in the air in front of her.

In the image, Nance pushes open the door of the church.

Just then, Erin pushed open the door and walked down the stairs rubbing her eyes.

The Queen's eyes, which were as beautiful as precious jewels, glanced at Erin and returned to the image.

"Sister Ximena, my sister, what are you looking at?"

With a slight call, the footsteps approached lightly.

"Tsk!"

Ximena frowned imperceptibly.

This little girl-like Lucifer is really annoying......

She didn't look at Erin, she just stared intently at the diagram, and slowly put the rice into her mouth, looking like she was feeding a bird.

"You're making me feel like you're an unwelcome guest." Erin took a rose from the vase on the table, walked it around behind Ximena, and gently pinned it into her long gray hair. Then she tilted her head slightly and smiled at Ximena, who was eating.

Romantic hair color, delicate face, delicate neck, and the moon-like smooth and moving jealous queen.

Looking at it, Erin leaned her face over.

Shimena quietly took the rose from her head, blocked it between the two, and then turned her head.

Between the faces of the two queens, there was only a rose.

The petals swept across her nose, itching, and Erin was forced to stop her lips

Her eyes met, and she said, "Sister, let's elope to the Rose Nebula together."

(2237 nebulae, 5200 light-years from Earth.) From a distance, it looks like a delicate red rose blooming in the vast universe, with the stars as mud, the stars nourish, and blooming forever. ）

Shimena looked at her, then lowered her eyes to the roses, and said indifferently, "You have bad breath."

「？」

The corners of Erin's eyes twitched.

Although it was impossible for the demon to have bad breath, she still subconsciously put her hand in front of her mouth and sniffed it.

Not only does it stink, but it also smells good!

Then, Ximena's gaze fell on the image again.

"You're just looking out for your Nansi!" Erin muttered like a tantrum and her eyes lit up when she landed on the image, "Yo, four-winged fallen angel, your little man is going to die now."

Shimena ignored her directly, staring at the image, and her little hand used a knife and fork to cut the meat on the plate into small pieces at will.

Then he put down the knife, and with his right hand delicately flapped his delicate wings, he ate small pieces of food with a fork.

Erin sat down next to her and had breakfast together.

Compared with the elegant and noble jealous queen, the arrogant queen eats like a high-class beggar.

In fact, the way of eating advocated by aristocratic etiquette was, in Erin's opinion, cumbersome and boring, and she had always scoffed at it. Only in Ximena's body can she feel an extraordinary, amorous and beautiful manners, and it can even be said to be a beauty that transcends the times.

In the image, the angel raises the holy sword.

"Your little man is going to die." Erin said as she stared at Ximena.

Unmoved, Ximena delicately put the meat in her mouth and chewed it elegantly.

In the image, the angel's holy sword stopped, Erin looked at it, and chuckled, "What a shame, who knows you."

After eating, Ximena leaned back against the wall that was sprinkled with morning light, and looked at the image in silence.

The long eyelashes fluttered slightly as the image changed, like the leaves of a mimosa.

Erin stared at her face for a long moment, and then suddenly asked, "Sister, how many times has this been?"

"I don't understand what you're saying." Shimena replied indifferently.

"It's okay for you to lie to others, don't expect to lie to me." Erin smugly turned the fork in her hand

And look at Nance in the image, sometimes look at Ximena's face without waves, "The last time I saw you, your strength was already close to that of a calf, and now?"

Ximena remained silent.

"My sister was originally an existence comparable to the Seraph, but now she only has the strength of the main angel. It's only been a year, and I've been born to a great realm." Erin stared at her and joked, "If the little whale knew that his successor had paid so much for a man, I am afraid it would have made him so angry."

Perhaps amused by the word "salted fish reborn", Ximena turned her face away, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"What's so good about him?" Erin couldn't help but ask.

Shimena shrugged her shoulders slightly, indicating that she would not answer the question.

"Okay, don't ask about that." Erin spread her hands helplessly.

When Shimena returned her gaze to continue looking at the image, she also looked at Nance in the image, "Did you give him the heart of a calf to make him the next jealous monarch?"

Ximena said lightly, "I never thought about it that way."

"Oh......"

After a few moments, Erin asked, "Then why did you give him the heart of the calf?"

Ximena glared at her sternly, a little impatient: "If you want to ask questions like this again, pack up your things today and get out of this king's place."

「…… Eccentricity!" Erin pouted unconvinced.

In the image, Nance follows the girl's footsteps and goes underground.

In private, Erin was a perverse talker, and couldn't help but ask, "Did his sister arrange for him to come to this ruin so coincidentally?"

There was no answer.

Erin didn't ask any more questions.

Sunlight penetrates the air and spills in like silk.

The light particles fluttered for a long time before a sigh came out.

"Although the king said in front of him what he planned, this king never interfered with his actions and his choices except for giving him the holy spear, because he would always go on according to the king's expectations......" Ximena looked at the image in a trance, and her voice was a little sad, "For the sake of food, he will go to South Bay Town; To cure the plague, he would go into the mountains; Once in the mountains, he chooses the most dangerous route to the north; If you go north, you will come to this ruin; All coincidences are his own choice, no matter how many times he repeats himself, he will choose this way, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is fate......

"So, he's such a good guy......

"Perhaps."

"If he had been a little more selfish in the process, wouldn't he have been able to rewrite the ending?"

"Perhaps."

"Sister, should you be so impressed, so you don't hesitate to consume your energy again and again to help him?"

Hearing this, Ximena was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.

Moving on, it gets to the heart of the plan.

Erin looked at her for a while, and sighed thoughtfully, "Sister, you are so pitiful......

Ximena's eyes were cold.

When the white and tender little hand slapped it out directly, a spatial crack appeared.

Erin's eyes went dark, and by the time she reacted, she had already returned to the office of the West Kowloon Branch.

The use of space is a rule that can only be mastered by second-order demons, and her current strength on the surface is only first-order......

"Ximena, you're too deceitful!" Officer Erin angrily banged on the table a few times and yelled out the window, "You wait, next time I come with a tuba, I won't be arrogant in the future if I don't treat you well......

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The narrow tunnel goes straight down.

The air was filled with the smell of rotten apples, rotten and moldy.

I always felt like I had a pair of eyes on my Nance, carrying a kerosene lamp, and continuing down the stairs under the extremely quiet ruins.

The footsteps were already soft.

But in such an eeriely quiet environment

Below, the sound was still distinct, swinging far and deeper.

After a long time, the stairs were completed, and a closed stone door appeared in front of him.

On both sides of the doorway, there are two statues of seraphims, silently, and eternally guarding this place.

"You have to destroy these two statues to get inside." The girl said in a childish voice.

Nance stopped to observe the two statues.

Both angels are male in appearance, grayish-white throughout, with bulging eyes as if to warn intruders.

I got a little closer.

Both statues were full of coercion, and with their current magical energy, they couldn't compete with them.

"Uncle, beware of deception!" The shadow bent down and whispered in Nance's ear, "These two angelic statues should be one of the Hallows that suppressed her. If it is hastily broken, I am afraid that she will be able to move freely, and we have nothing to do with her......

"I know."

Nance replied nonchalantly.

His expression was unconcerned, but in fact he observed the environment very cautiously.

I don't know how deep it is underground, the environment is dead silent, and there is a faint ominous aura that makes people palpitate from the cracks in the stone gate.

Nance suddenly remembered something.

Just now in the church, he said that he knew Lucifer, and the girl seemed to believe it without any verification......

Was she naïve or premeditated?

The fallen angel who has blackened and killed an entire monastery should no longer be naïve.

Nance leans towards the latter conjecture.

He rolled his gaze slightly, observing the girl next to him.

After all, her appearance is just a childish girl, and when she cries weakly with her pitiful face, it is very unbearable. If she hated the Holy See to the core, she should not be aware that her group had traces of magic on their bodies, and she should not kill them indiscriminately.

Her two swings of the sword should have been just tentative oppression.

Want to force out Nance's hole cards?

If he can't break the holy weapon of suppression, maybe it will become a girl's energy meal.

If he can break it, the ending is hard to guess......

The shadow seemed to guess the problem in his heart, and looking at the two angel statues illuminated by the gas lamp, she said calmly, "Uncle, smash it, the shadow thinks that we have no way out now."

Nance pondered for a moment, then pointed to the stone door and asked the girl, "Is there anything else in there?"

"It's just my rotten body inside." The girl looked at him with misty eyes.

The bud-like cherry lips twitched two or three times, then pursed tightly.

Skin as white as light snow.

Long black eyelashes, dark and pale eyes.

The pupil on the right reflects the pattern of the stone gate.

The pupil on the left, deeply ...... A black chisel is inserted.

Nance shook her head.

In the line of sight, the girl's eyes were planted, and the only thing reflected was his shadow.

"I see."

Nance nodded faintly.

The palm of the hand was weak, and the holy spear appeared out of thin air.

Deal with the angelic statues that have the remaining divine power, and the magic energy is insufficient, so use the holy spear to smash them.

"Huh......

The girl's expression was surprised.

From the rusty gun, she sensed a different search for divinity.

"Sir!" The girl screamed at Nance and stared at him with a serious expression, "What's the origin of this gun?"

"You don't have to know that."

Nance held the holy spear and swung it hard.

He used the pole as a wooden stick and smashed it directly on the head of an angel statue.

In an instant, the statue shattered.

The stone blocks that glowed blue inside were shattered to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the second statue was also smashed.

- Bang!

There was an impact of air currents from behind the stone gate.

In the middle of the heavy gate, a gap opened, and a faint white light leaked through it.

The girl took a deep look at Nance, and then her body slipped through the gap into the stone door.

"Let's go, too!" The shadow's little hand touched Nance's head.

Through the doorway, you enter a large underground plaza.

The closure here is quite well done, and neither the dense fog nor the crimson moonlight can come in.

White floors, black walls, and extraordinarily brilliant stars overhead.

The huge difference between light and dark is amazing, and everything you see is shining with white light. Unless it is a miracle, this quiet and white world cannot be brewed, so this strange hazy light is indeed brought about by divine power.

Nance carried the shadow and walked in the direction where the girl had disappeared.

In the empty basement, there are only a few stone statues of human figures scattered around.

There were men and women, their expressions frozen in pain and despair, all looking at one place—the last area obscured by the curtain.

The girl disappeared behind the curtain, where there seemed to be a terrifying monster waiting for something with its huge mouth open.

Nance couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

The statues with distorted faces reminded him of the gates to hell at the bottom of the Dead Sea of Jealousy—the doorposts on both sides carved images of many people walking in hell, fear and wailing on their faces.

Passing through the gray-and-white stone statues, neither Nance nor the shadow spoke.

Miss Su and Dora Coo, who followed behind, scolded Nance while being wary of their surroundings.

The closer you get to the curtain, the clearer it becomes.

There are many portraits painted on it.

Nance's gaze strove over what was depicted.

In the middle of the curtain is a huge cross and a portrait of God, which shines brightly.

The paintings on both sides are some myths and stories that have been passed down for a long time.

For example, the flood that submerged the city-state to the mountainside, and the great ark tossed in the stormy seas; For example, in the empty valley, the back of the mighty shore is preaching with the shepherds;

"In the highest place, glory be to God, and peace on earth to those whom he pleases well."

Nance's gaze quickly skimmed over the paintings.

One of the more interesting ones is that the lord of a city-state brutally kills an angel, and God sends a divine punishment that melts the entire human population of the city-state into an orange liquid.

Burst orange juice?

It feels like EVA...... Nance thought to herself that God was still a two-dimensional man.

The shadow happened to see the painting, and in a suppressed voice, Nanth whispered in her ear, "That's the sea of life. There is a saying in the Holy See that God is merciful and will not exterminate humanity even if he blames it. He will inflict divine punishment and bring humanity back to its original beginnings."

"The conception of life begins in the primordial ocean, I know that." Nance held the shadow's thigh with one hand, "But what I'm more curious about is that the human individual who has already developed consciousness returns to the sea of life, can the consciousness still be retained?" :

"I don't know......

"If we can still keep it, doesn't it mean that we are all open and honest with each other."

"That's terrible!" The shadow crossed his arms and said to Nance in a disdainful tone, "The thought of turning into liquid and mixing with Uncle makes me feel goosebumps all over my body."

"I think it's good!" Nance laughed, "To understand you little hedgehog, maybe you really need that state of "you have me, I have you."

The shadow's dangling legs stopped.

"Uncle is really uneasy and kind!" She scolded shyly, then knocked on his skull, and said resolutely, "If you really want to do that, you come at the shadow, and you are not allowed to attack the body!"

Nance thought the shadow might be crooked.

But he too

Not to correct ......

Shadow NTR ontology or something,It's exciting to think about.。

The footsteps continued to move forward, getting closer and closer to the curtain.

In this extremely quiet underground world, the sound of footsteps swayed in all directions, and then bounced back by the walls, echoing in the ears layer upon layer.

The curtain shook suddenly.

It's the wind that's stirring.

But if the wind blows too strongly......

- The buds will be blown away before they bloom.