If before, when Michael was not a Seraph, Raphael was still his Lord Angel, or his uncrowned Seraphim. Michael would not be hostile even if he could not win over, because the whole of nature was in Raphael's hands, and there was a Lucifer above Michael's head who had disappeared for a hundred years and pressed him, making it impossible for him to control the crystal sky.

Now that Michael is the head of the Nine Angels, he is rightfully in charge of the Crystal Heaven, and both Raphael and Cain have disappeared. Regardless of whether Raphael is dead or alive, his ignorant killing of Cain is equivalent to losing the position of the main angel, and Michael naturally does not look at him in his eyes.

And Gabriel, who is in charge of the Tree of Life and is responsible for distributing the Blood Angels, the head of all guardian angels in the world, is Michael's next target. Gabriel had already been labeled as Raphael's faction, and even if Gabriel surrendered, Michael would not believe it. Not to mention that Bert, who was lurking in the army of the main angels, also found out that Gabriel ordered all the guardian angels in the world to search for Zaraphael.

Michael will not keep Gabriel, that's a given.

Atdusti lay on his stomach in the hot springs, his eyes closed as if he was asleep, and if the demon god had paid attention, he would have noticed that the nearest King Solomon was often asleep.

Arte Chenxi got up, water droplets rolled down his well-textured body, and a person slowly emerged from the hot spring, not breathing, a piece of cloth scribbled around his thin waist, like a puppet. He cut his fingers, dripped blood into the puppet's mouth, and said, "Let's go, don't keep her waiting too long." ”

The puppet opened his eyes, which were full of rebellion, he didn't speak, but looked at Yat Chenxi with some disdain, flicking his wet hair like a leopard, and striding out of the hot spring.

Artdusty licked his fingers, blood staining the corners of his lips with a bloody smile.

In a tavern in the world, the strong men held wine bottles and looked at their companions who were drunk under the table and laughed, and the boss held the wine barrel and put it on the ground, shaking the table.

A young man stepped forward with his left foot and his right foot, almost lying on the barrel and drunkenly said, "Boss······ Hiccup, hiccup······ Strength, really, really!"

The boss shrewdly looked at the young man's robe, and at first glance it was a good thing, even if he couldn't pay for the wine, he should be able to take it off to cover a lot. He enthusiastically opened the barrel and said, "Would you like to have some more? It's a good thing, make sure you're the first to drink it!"

The smell of wine overflowed, and the young man's drowsy brain became more and more unclear, and he patted the barrel and said arrogantly: "Yes!

The boss patted the barrel and said, "That's a lot, do you have any money?"

The young man couldn't hold the wine barrel, so he simply sat on the ground, his cheeks squeezed on the wine barrel and whispered: "Money, what is money······ What's that?"

"I drank too much, and I just looked at it. ”

"Look at those thin arms and legs, a bottle can him down. ”

Immediately burst into laughter, the boss didn't want to deal with a drunk, "Let's go, I don't have money to say anything, you'd better give the money for these drinks you drink, otherwise you'll ······"

A nobleman walked in just outside the door, he stepped over the drunks who were shouting and drinking, drew his slender sword and blocked it in front of the young man and smiled: "Otherwise, what do you want?"

"This ······" The tavern was quiet, and many of the people snuck out of the house for fear of getting into trouble. The boss swallowed his saliva, looked at the value of the things on the person who came, and his facial features were crowded together and flattered: "No, it's nothing, it's just that he also drank a lot of wine from me, and the money is ······."