Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

The clock tower stopped? Right now?

But... why does it seem a little off...?

She looked at the hands; they weren't pointing directly to noon, which seemed different from what the man had said...

"Lord Baphomet!"

Suddenly, a shout came from below. She looked down and saw several little devils dressed in revealing leather outfits, flapping their black bat wings and waving their triangular tails, yelling—

"Something terrible has happened, Lord Baphomet!"

"What's wrong? Slow down."

Baphomet watched the little devils flying unsteadily and nervously reached out to gently catch them.

"Ouch."

Several little devils huddled together in her hands, baring their teeth and showing their sharp fangs, yet they looked adorably silly.

She said to them helplessly—

"Be careful, and don't always be so loud and boisterous."

"Lord Baphomet! Something terrible has happened! The angels, the angels are attacking!"

One of the little devils held her finger and shook it incessantly, saying something that surprised Baphomet, who was about to ask for details...

Om-!

The crimson hue on the horizon was suddenly dispelled, and a holy radiance spread from all directions, as if purifying the filth of the sky, making the sky of hell appear azure and clear.

That terrifying law, that immense power, is renowned throughout every realm.

Everyone knows him.

Baphomet frowned as he watched the holy light spread towards him. The relationship between Hell and Heaven wasn't good; the proud angels looked down on the scavengers who eked out a living in Hell.

It wasn't until they arrived and fought against Cerberus and Lord Lucifer that they probably took it seriously and never came back.

So what is the purpose of this trip?

Baphomet pursed her lips. At this moment, Lord Lucifer and Lord Cerberus were not present. She alone, even with the entire Hell, could not possibly be a match for the angels.

But despite all this, she still wanted to protect these children.

She glanced at the little devils huddled in her palm, gently placed them aside, and said—

"You stay here, I'll go check it out."

"Lord Baphomet!"

The little devils grabbed her clothes and said worriedly—

"You, you'd better not go. We've heard that angels have six wings, six arms, and six heads, and they like to catch little devils to eat..."

"..."

Baphomet's expression froze. Had the use of angels to scare children in Hell evolved to this extent? Before, it only meant being caught and spanked by an angel, but now, after so many years, angels in Hell had been demonized…

She scratched her head, opened her mouth as if to say something, but then thought that the angel didn't have a good impression of her either, so there was no need to explain, right?

She smiled and said—

"Yes, angels are scary. You all stay here quietly while I go check on the situation."

As she spoke, she pushed off the sky with her shapely goat feet, spread her black wings, and flew toward the place where the holy light spread.

"Lord Baphomet!"

The little devils who brought the news panicked. Although Lord Baphomet was very strong, they had heard that more than one angel had come. Would things be alright?

As they watched the departing black figure, a sense of worry rose within them.

……

Baphomet's brows furrowed more as he got closer. The sheer scale of the aura was enough to transform the entire underworld into a divine realm. Could it be that Heaven had unleashed its full force?

In the end what happened?

Even when they attacked Hell for the Abyss, it wasn't with such a scale.

Last time it was for the Abyss, what is it for this time? Baphomet couldn't help but think more, after all, the movement of the forces of Heaven could shake the world.

This move should also concern the overall situation, but Baphomet can't think of anything in Hell that they could possibly calculate.

Those terrifying women with wings, surely they didn't come to hell just to steal men? Always staying in heaven, they've all become resentful, secluded women.

Baphomet was just joking to himself, of course he wasn't serious.

How could such a thing be possible...?

She had already closed in on them and could vaguely see the figures of the angels. They were indeed well-prepared, each one fully armed and clearly there for war.

The battle cries of those beautiful angels were so imposing, their fighting talent seemingly innate. Baphomet felt a chill run down his spine; slowly, he seemed to hear their shouts—

"Fight the Abyss, seize the Queen! Fight the Abyss, seize the Queen!"

"..."

Ok? ? ?

What the heck is this? Did I hear something wrong?

Baphomet opened his rosy lips.

Chapter 860 My Husband Conquered Paradise

Among the large group of angels, a creature with blue eyes stood out. She drew her sword, pointed it to the sky, and rallied her comrades—

"Sword in hand, follow me!"

"Fight the Abyss, seize the Queen!"

The angels responded to his call with overwhelming force, their battle cries echoing across the heavens. This imposing aura put Baphomet under unprecedented pressure. With so many angels' swords pointed, victory was inevitable.

They wore white military uniforms, and their solemn and dignified military bearing reflected their extremely high level of professionalism.

Angels have always been a warrior race, and they usually wear military uniforms to cover their bodies, which shows their traditions.

Their inherent arrogance makes them disdain bullying the weak, strictly restrain themselves, and treat outsiders with respect and courtesy. This is a reflection of their culture, which is why they have an excellent reputation.

Arrogance ingrained in one's bones manifests as kindness and humility.

Such a race rarely displays such high fighting spirit, as if they are about to do something earth-shattering... Well, fighting in the Abyss is indeed a big deal; that place has lost too many things.

The first sentence is easy to understand, but what does "stealing the queen" mean in the second sentence?

She tilted her head, feeling that the usually calm angels seemed to have developed a strange fanaticism... Was that blue-haired guy secretly wiping away drool? It felt inexplicably lewd...

If it weren't for the holy light filling the sky, I would have thought it was bandits coming down from the mountains...

Stealing the queen... is this the queen she understands?

Are they really here to steal men?

Stealing men from the Abyss?

Before Baphomet could think it through, she suddenly raised an eyebrow and glanced to her side. Several angels had quietly formed a siege around her. Even during the oath-taking ceremony, they had not let their guard down and quickly discovered her, this uninvited guest.

Her red eyes gleamed red as she smiled and said—

Hello everyone.

The angels dared not be careless, sensing that their opponent was no ordinary person. They did not act rashly, but quietly maintained their formation and waited.

"Baphomet?"

Isa didn't follow Wendy's nonsense. Instead, she led her people to begin their vigilance mission as soon as they arrived in Hell, which made her much more reliable than Wendy, a "traitor."

Of course, it could also be said that they had different roles. Michael's subjects were always more serious and proper, or you could say they were secretly passionate. Gabriel's subjects, on the other hand, seemed somewhat erratic, and their style clearly mirrored that of their respective rulers.

Baphomet looked at Isha, who was dressed in military uniform, his alluring eyes narrowing slightly as he smiled and said—

"Oh dear, isn't this Miss Isa? What brings you to visit me in Hell today?"

The intimate tone made them seem like very close friends, but in reality, Isa had fought Baphomet when she accompanied King Michael to Hell.

We could say we know each other.

She frowned, looking at the other woman's alluring, flowing white hair, and said—

"We've come to Hell again for the Abyss, so you don't need to worry about anything."

Previously, due to an emergency, the King God rushed into Hell with Satan, damaging the gates of Hell and angering Cerberus, the gatekeeper, which led to the fight.

Lucifer joined the battle, and the entire underworld followed her.

It was a misunderstanding. The angels had no intention of harming the inhabitants of Hell. The area around the Abyss was a desolate and uninhabited wasteland, and generally wouldn't offend anyone.

But now there's an old grudge, and rumors are spreading in Hell that angels are capturing and eating lesser demons, so you can imagine that Hell definitely doesn't have a good impression of Heaven now.

"Oh?"

Baphomet smiled and said—

"But this is hell! You can just barge into someone's house and they're not even allowed to ask questions or take a look?"

Isa watched her argue and argued, but simply smiled and said—

"You don't want to cause trouble."

"Oh dear, that's terrifying..."

Baphomet wanted to continue his sarcastic remarks, but suddenly he saw a familiar figure. The words he was about to say caught in his throat as he stared wide-eyed at the black, six-winged being—its perfect figure, exquisite face, and the beauty mark under its eye…

"Lord Lucifer!"

She cried out somewhat inappropriately. How did Lord Lucifer end up among the angels? Had he been captured? Baphomet couldn't help but let her imagination run wild.

Lucifer's red eyes had already turned over, and he said to Afu beside him—

"Keep an eye on Dongyi, and teach her how to fly with a sword while you're at it. It's embarrassing that she wears out her shoes every time. I'll go check over there first."

The little maid nodded and obediently pulled Dong Yi over to start training her. Lucifer always took Dong Yi with him on expeditions, actually with the intention of training this lazybones for Dong Yi's own good.

Dong Yi looked rather bitter. With her husband gone and no one to pamper her, she was forced to learn a lot, and her skills improved by leaps and bounds.