Michel lost his strength for a while, and almost fell limp.

Nyara Sot!? The crimson Lord of Darkness with ten thousand tentacles.

The hot potato that any supergod avoids is afraid of, I don't know what kind of damnation it is, and it is only driven by Croce.

Having created each of their titles and personalities from the language, this is the second time that Croce has summoned her ultimate secret weapon.

A rattling repulsion rippled through Michel's body, and as far as she knew, the first time she called out Neyarasot was to fight against the previous generation of supergod helmsmen, Atar, and it did succeed.

"It's over," Raphael's eyes echoed her thoughts.

"She's serious, everyone knows that Neyarasot and Bayer have signed a pact with each other, and as long as one of them has a certain point, the other must not exist in a synchronic way. Isn't this the last rope broken, unless Neyarasot retreats, Baier won't be here at all! ”

Until then, Lucifer had always had a natural kindness to any form of desire.

Even if he doesn't have his temperament, he agrees with his stubborn mood from beginning to end.

That's right, until this moment, until he almost swept a bone-white chill, and realized that mortal life is always inescapable of getting rid of the prediction that the end is coming.

Judging from the other party's expression that could not tolerate any other option, and the pious hatred, he knew that this time he was really going into a dead end. At the end of the road, with a splash of ink gestures, the plague nature of love is vigorously stated.

This mad supergod, who always claimed to be his sister, lovingly cut off his wings, severed his regenerative pivot, and thrust him into a round-by-round compulsive trade at a co-directional point where the five-petaled plum unfolded one after another.

In the "Excess Vector", which has also faded and decayed in time, she has asked him for countless rounds in various unimaginable or synchronized ways.

If Croce's ambition is to bully him with unrestrained and innovative tricks, in fact, he secretly calls him unlucky at best, as if he was forced to entertain a game of multiple mimetic feet across time and space that is not appetizing.

However, of course, there is no such easy hole cards.

Her poppy-shaped pupils, which were more vivid after she lost focus, exhausted countless hungers that could not be cured tomorrow.

"You also know that even if I try my best to cooperate with you, I won't be able to give you what you want to chisel out of me—a code that doesn't exist in the first place, and how can you conjure it up for you out of thin air with a mechanical creature that has been mistaken for a well-guarded body?"

Lucifer said coldly, using up his patience for limited production.

Look at the good deeds she has done, if she wants to restore the winged armature that has been eroded by the chaotic decay, it will take a time from the birth of the galaxy to its demise!

Just thinking about the healing time when Gan lay there, suddenly, he didn't bother to be afraid. See how she eats herself, it's all up to her temperament.

{Don't think I dare not touch you, have you ever heard a proverb that prevails in the five universes of the world: Instead of letting go of the untamed bird, it is better to make him into a beautiful specimen.} ｝

Lucifer sneered almost silently.

Thanks to the fact that he has lost the ability to exert his rage, otherwise he will definitely pick up any life groups in the vicinity and strangle some reptiles that are not pleasing to the eye.

She had always misunderstood him with such genius that it was as unbelievable as identifying a mischievous dragonfly as a beholdening poisonous moth.

It's a shame that she has an eternal love and hate for herself (out of which universe) you have – if you have fundamentally misidentified this object, what do you love?

Forget it, it's better to be smart at this time.

He was very, very, very reluctant to provide such a charming voice to the two in front of him who couldn't even make sense of negotiation.

"Yes, of course I know you're great, sister. If you have to make me a specimen, please hurry up - ah, I hate the smell of preservatives, please close all my senses first. ”

Lucifer was often puzzled as to why, when he pleaded sincerely, some of his opponents of the same type as Croce's changed color, as if they had heard the most scathing irony.

{You won't have long left when you'll be able to speak as fast as you can.} The specimen is not the dead you, but the me inside you! ｝

Croce stretched out a long, pointed nail made of the flesh crown toxin of tens of thousands of single-crowned cranes, and slammed it softly into his bruised neck.

It was only this time that Lucifer truly experienced the indescribable taste of being dead and alive, living at the top of every moment.

Pure poison was marching through his bruised body, and Neyarasot's tentacles became more and more lingering.

Its body held Lucifer in its arms—the Gili Mazaro snow leopard flapping its wings on a huge impatiens butterfly, looking at him with silent pity.

He could no longer reason, and the torment of breaking through the valve of his will made Lucifer cry softly, crying out ambiguous seduction, delicate scolding, arrogant and moving begging for mercy.

Croce walked into the circle centered on Nyarasot, like a saint walking on water.

She leaned over and bit Lucifer's ear, not minding that the other party was no longer able to concentrate on her confession.

{Hundreds of millions of dimensions have passed away, and my first five generations have all found their own extinction or stars, why am I the only one left here?} Because of your existence, I will never die completely enough, and I will never live a reason! I hate and love you, and I love you so much that I see you as an enemy of the heavens. ｝

{To put it bluntly, the endless years that have passed by are my exile, and you are the exile star I set up privately.} Get a glimpse of what you've never had in the final moment of separation? No matter how much I try to torment you, in the end, what I will suffer is the desire to return to myself. I know all too well that she is trying to override every object that seeks back light in you, and only brings you trouble and distress. But she couldn't understand what it meant to grit silver teeth, and what it meant to destroy people without doing anything. ｝

{Like this little gift?} According to the customs and customs of the primeval galaxy, the red face is the water of disaster, and it should be bound by a coarse hemp rope, so that his executioners can spoil it at will. All kinds of punishments are for the purpose of completely wearing down the self of the tortured beauty, as well as the person who is one and the same. You who groan in my hands are my exclusive "thing". ｝

{Only if you obediently eat my remains will I be able to rest in peace.} ｝

Although at the mercy of the various ropes lurking inside, Lucifer's unconscious consciousness flashed a red alarm.