Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Rope has left his human identity and accepted everything he was at the moment he was reincarnated as a Nephilim.

The respect now is not really how much worship of Azazel.Just like when China is going to worship its ancestors on Qingming Festival, you may have never seen the so-called grandfather or great-grandfather, but you still maintain a kind of respect for him from the bottom of your heart in a certain sense.

This is the weight of inheritance between bloodlines.

Holding on to one's human identity without letting go of everything is not nostalgia, but stupidity.

"interesting."

Azazel raised an arc at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his left hand to aim at Rope, and used divine power to outline a hexagram based on the Nuo language.

Then, he withdrew his hand.

"Unbelievable... In today's era, there is still Nephili's blood flowing... Beyond the limitations of myths, walking on the earth with flesh..."

In just a short world, Azazel verified Rope's lineage.

What surprised him was that the purity of the bloodline did not seem to have lasted for countless years. It was just like the moment when the Nephilim was just born, even surpassing Azazel's biological son, tearing the mountains and rivers apart. gibbering.

"Which line are you from? Ansbai? Yale? Sanyangsha?"

- "God's Courage" Ariel.

——“The Trickster” An Shibai.

—— "Deputy Lord of Guardian Angels" Sang Yangsha.

In Azazel's mouth, almost all of them are famous fallen angels.

In the records of Paradise Lost, they followed Azazel against the gods and were eventually cast into hell.Before that, they had also committed the same sin as Azazel - impregnating human women.

So they can also be among the ancestors of the Nephilim.

Different bloodlines have different talents, just like the descendants of Yale can manipulate the wind and the atmosphere, the descendants of Anshibai can inspire people's hearts, and the descendants of Sanyangsha are not afraid of injury and are born with superb medical skills.

But Rope doesn't belong to them, it's the Nephilim from the outside world, the fighting rebel nation!

Born from thunder, drank the blood of devils and angels, and belongs to neither black nor white—gray that brings doom.

Rope shook his head and denied it.

"No, I don't know which branch I belong to. When I woke up, I was in a dark void, and I didn't return to this fertile world until recently."

"Lost Son..."

Azazel touched the poisonous snake on his body.

The dark red snake was very obedient and coiled into the shape of a throne behind it so that its master could rest.

"It's amazing, it's the first time I've seen an existence like you." Azazel's topaz pupils stared at Rope, as if to see the depths of his soul.

"Not only are you detached from mythology, you seem to have killed pagan gods, right?"

"Exactly, Father."

Rope naturally called Azazel his father, and the disobedient King of Angels did not have any opinion, but raised the corner of his mouth very happily.

"I killed those pagan gods with my own power, usurped their rights, and became one of the six Campiones on earth."

"The witch's secret method... Killing the Four Pillars of Ability God is a strong child."

Azazel nodded and smiled with relief.

Don't think that this Demon King has any special opinion on Rope, he just has a good impression on the giant Nephilia who once helped him and won the victory in the battle for the king of hell.

"My son, if our meeting is in hell, then I will definitely give you the most generous reward. Unfortunately, this body is no longer a body, and all kinds of promises are just empty words."

Azazel gathered divine power and held the golden goat scepter in his left hand—that was his authority.

"But since you have summoned me, it is not good for you to return empty-handed. Say your wish. Whether it is to become the king of this world, or all the beauty, I can make your wish come true."

The archangel in charge of "Pride" and "Lust" has the capital to make this promise.

Rope smiled and gave another salute.

"Thanks for your care."

Raising his head, his blue eyes stared at Azazel on the snake seat playfully, and asked slowly.

"I don't know if my father...can you give me your life?"

Chapter [-] The Father Killer Rope

The air freezes.

On the platform at the top of the mountain, the originally happy atmosphere completely disappeared, and just a single sentence made the poor-tempered Governor of Fallen Angel look gloomy.

His topaz-colored eyes stared at Rope, and the scales of "snakes" began to appear on his cheeks out of anger.

—It was scarlet, the color of disaster.

Not only that, the hell snake under his seat also felt his master's unhappiness, and made a 'hissing' threatening sound.

At the word of Azazel, the serpent of hell will leave its venomous teeth marks on the recalcitrant Nephilim, as he once did to Raphael.

"What are you talking about?"

The golden goat scepter cracked the ground lightly.