In short, the beginning and end of the ritual corresponds to the feathering cycle of the aboriginal "Azurite tribe".

Every 333 years after the standard ephemeris, the Azurite people who have entered the late stage of adulthood have to go through a broken wing, and the autologous inheritance of new larvae is born from the part of the back spine.

On an average basis, every 13 years, a member of the Azurite family enters the feathering phase.

On this very day, this half-elf life that has entered the feathering cycle must take on the role of the protagonist of the planet's execution ceremony, and exchange his temporary death for the glamorous and passionate scenery of Ling Chi; The executive priests of the Black Bishop Order were also satisfied with the extreme achievement of being "agents of the supreme god", and the people were given unswerving joy and sorrow until death, enough to survive the long years of boredom.

On the day he arrived at Nicoo, it was the eve of the festival, and Solo Yasz was really straight-eyed. Even though he is a super-god incarnation with billions of years of memories, after all, this is the first time he has faced this universe with the five senses of an organic creature. For the abundant bait it it could provide, his infant appetite was almost irresistible.

He sighed, unable to help but turn his thoughts to the temporarily absent guide.

Lucifer himself was clamoring to bring him here to be baptized as an adult, but along the way he acted like a kidnapped underworld boss. Soro Yast couldn't ignore the other person's increasingly annoying demeanor and emotions. At first he tried to act like a well-groomed pet, trying not to ask for trouble at the point where his master was bad-tempered, but this did not completely guarantee peace with each other.

Just as the Drifter receives confirmation of landing at the spaceport, Lucifer's fiery temper is on display at its peak. Having been in bed at the point of gravity (well, at least that's what Soloast thought...), the dawnbreaker who could kill 10,000 supernovas with a smile might as well pull down his face, spread his fiery red wings, and began to curse with a mouth sharp enough to scare an entire galaxy population to death.

That's it, basically Solo Yast was eaten to death by his arrogant attitude? Unexpectedly, Lucifer counted enough of that Yawei for a big time, and after scolding him with a sinister smug smile, he turned around and walked into the main control room behind the bedroom. Sadly, he just went over and saw it, and then he got another harsher and sharper rebuke... until he could no longer play the role of a well-behaved pet.

Well, the next scene can only be said to be found separately. He had a seizure in exchange for a glance at Lucifer, and threw down the sentence in a tone that no one else was, "You are so annoying, then you can go sightseeing by yourself!" And then I don't know how to stealth to that dimensional space-time.

I really didn't expect that this was the "lover's quarrel" of countless story devices in various pitch changes!

It was so naïve that it made him tremble, but there was nowhere to exert that extremely depressed ghost fire.

Soloast's mouth was deflated, and he wanted to cry on the spot. Things have turned out like this, where can he deal with it!

After landing at the capital's spaceport, his first feat was to rush to the six-star captive breeding zoo recommended by the tourist guide: Our Lady of the Rosary. He clicked on the nine most lethal top cards in one go, hoping that he would temporarily sink into the battlefield with the highest faculties.

It's useless, it's completely useless! Who said, "Animals are melancholy." He fumbled for the wet unicorn man lying beside him, his five fingers aligned with the rapidly expanding bolt hole.

Soro Yast couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was a paying guest! not

Thinking of it, the nine invincible waiters were instead stunned by him, but he still couldn't solve the dead knot that was stranded in his limbs.

It was really annoying, and he might as well push away the pile of strange and bewitching limbs beside him.

He unconsciously swooped into the starfish-like tentacles near her temples, pulling out the delicate damage control script file.

Her body shrunk into a bow, then stretched out in a large zigzag shape, and she hugged him into her pin-and-needle chest.

He closed his eyelids and hypnotized himself into a temporary loss of consciousness that had been so hard-won.

The bright red electromagnetic wolf tooth that burst out of her throat dissolved into his trachea shyly and accurately, and then slammed out with a bang, shooting out a large amount of his immortal blood and tissue.

Finally worth the fare, he shoved the girl's sweet smile into the big bloody hole in his neck. At this fateful moment, he wanted to cry.

The other sober red-carded Oiran rushed out of the reception room one after another, and the original elegance of entering proudly was gone.

Alas, he bit his lip apologetically, and in frustration gently removed the girl from his embrace.

The flower-like wound was like a deceitful dream, closing from the inside out at a speed that he regretted, and even a little fragment was left behind.

"It's over so soon, leaving me dangling there, refusing to even give a beating—like you, the villain angel who has put a curse on my skull. It's such a deep thorn that you can't dig it out. ”

He clutched his head blankly, his childish tone full of confusion and pity. Even after his first taste of the first catastrophe of the incarnation, this supergod with the blade of light still can't (and definitely doesn't want to admit it), and this is the theater that his opponents specialize in—the luminous and frenzied Hyosung, who always perpetuates his opponent's thoughts with long and seductive delays.

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"O pampered ex-Seraphim, what are you anxious about tormenting that chick so heartlessly? Perhaps you are worried that the temptation of sin will collapse when the blood is washed away? ”

Just as Lucifer ignored the possible rifts in the third dimension of space and was flowing through his own crowd without hesitating the possible rifts in the third dimension, the powerful and high-pitched greeting suddenly broke through the smooth chaos.

He stiffly froze, restrained the light wave body that had been scattered in the bones of the old star, and waited for the depressed and enthusiastic figure.

That was the existence he feared the most.

If there is anyone who can always break through his cynicism by surprise, it is probably the object in front of him.

The wanderers of Calvary have a tenacious life planted with sacred wounds in their bodies, and their eyebrows, eyes and hair are full of traces of volcanic lava.

He is the only one who still retains the courage and courage of being exiled from the world tens of thousands of years ago.

This villain, who is no match for any god or demon, and who has raised a majestic force out of flesh and blood, has always made Lucifer experience the fear of wanting to slip away in an instant, and the fragility of being taken away by God.