Captured alive by the devil, I would rather die than submit

The room was not very tidy, but it was clear at a glance that there was a stone platform for people to lie on in the room. It seemed that the Leviathan family should have done a lot of human magic experiments.The stone platform should be made of a special monster's bone, which looks like a fish bone, or an enlarged fish bone.

After Lipatia and the fish were put on it, Yin pinched her waist and wiped the sweat from her forehead, turned around and hurriedly asked, "Now, what should we do now?"

"go out."

"Yes."

"I'm not going out."

The obedience of Lasevier and Beda and the refusal of Inn are spoken at the same time.

"You have no choice. If you don't go out, I will let my two generals take you out."

"I won't go out." Yin looked at me seriously, and reiterated her attitude and position word by word.

"Why, are you afraid that I will kill this fish?"

He didn't answer, probably because he couldn't think of any answer, or he simply used silence to show his strange attitude. Although I know that this kid must have something to do with the Leviathan family, this kid can do it for the Leviathan family. I didn't expect to work so hard for the descendants of the descendants.

"Listen, I need to use magic to cure these two people in a while. The process is very complicated and meticulous. I need to keep the magic field in the entire room stable. Do you understand magic theory? If you do, you should know that the magic field is the objective carrier of magic implementation. Magic must always be realized in the magic field. The more individuals in the field, the more subjective and magical teachings, the easier it is to interfere. If you don't want this fish to die, then let me out."

I don't want to explain it in such detail, because it makes me look less murderous and like a mother-in-law, but I'm so annoyed, and I just want to do what I should do quickly, that fish I don't care about life or death, but I can't keep Lipatia in such a dangerous state.My rationality and sensibility are in a duel. If this fish is not a descendant of the Leviathan family, I would not bother to care about it, let alone give this brat a chance to be so arrogant.

After listening to my explanation, Yin also knew that if she didn't leave, she would be making trouble for no reason, and even if she still didn't go out, she would definitely be kicked out by me.

"All right……"

What a helpless sigh, it is always quite a joy to watch beautiful things show despair, just like many males seem to enjoy the pain of females, the more painful the females are, the deeper the wailing, the more conquering they will feel.

As for me, I definitely don't have this stinking male character. For me, seeing Yin's helplessness and despair, I just want him to understand that the most powerful person here is me, a woman, and he can no longer use that cute face to get what he wants.

"Let's go, Yin, trust Your Majesty, everything will be fine."

Lasevier took the opportunity to lean behind Yin, and put his hands lightly on his shoulders.

I am a little worried, poor Lasevier should not taste the bitter fruit of love, now it seems to me that Yin has poured all her heart and soul into this fish, regardless of the gender issue, but this scene is too familiar, how many times have I seen such absurd plots, the girl loves a boy, and the boy likes another girl, so that the realization of one happiness must be based on the realization of another pain.

I don't want to see my general so incompetent that she shed cowardly tears because of emotional problems.

Beda didn't say anything, her eyes stayed on this fish all the time, she wondered, is this fish so beautiful and can attract so many people's attention.

After all three of them went out, I couldn't help but sigh, thinking that this day was even more noisy than I imagined.

Turning around to look at Lipatia lying on the stone platform...

"It's no wonder..."

It's no wonder that Goroy is so devoted to Lipatia. This pure and delicate appearance can't be found in the whole hell. It even makes me, who is also a woman, feel a little jealous. A strange desire arises in my heart.

Sometimes you have to succumb to the greatness of God. Who else in the world can create such a holy thing except God.

I gently put my hand on Lipatia's abdomen, and put the other hand on her chest. After taking a deep breath, I began to try to wake up Lipatia's magic source.

If I want to wake up Lipatia's magic source, I must first understand the structure of her magic source. become more confusing.

I tried to make my magic source and Lipatia's magic source resonate in the field, using our common blood, that is, Lucifer's blood as a medium, and in terms of magical teachings, I also used angel magic. Although I am not very good at it, I have no choice. The most important thing now is not to stimulate Lipatia's magic source.

Soon Lipatia's magic source reacted, and Lipatia's fair skin suddenly appeared many golden lines like tattoos. These lines are Lipatia's bloodline magic source, Lipa Tia was able to use the magic of angels, partly because of her belief in God, that is, the source of spiritual magic, and partly because of her blood.

The veins of the bloodline demon are densely packed, with countless golden lines extending from Lipatia's cheeks to her ankles, as if someone painted on this proud angel.

"It's so dense... For a mere low-level angel, the source of magic is too complicated."

Generally speaking, bloodline magic lines are not very dense, because doctrinal bloodlines are quite rare, and so-called doctrinal bloodlines refer to bloodlines that have been recognized by people in history as a kind of culture, just like the seven great demons, and the archangels in heaven, all of which are symbolic symbols, so bloodlines are also doctrinal. Although ordinary angels or demons are angels and demons, they are not symbols.

however……

"I'm just kidding... the magic source of this bloodline... a closer look seems to have a double structure..."

I don't understand why the magic source of a low-level angel is so complicated. If it is to be analyzed into a magic formula, then a small part of the magic source can be analyzed into a magic formula with hundreds of pages.Is it true that all angels look like this?The magic source of the seven great demons is probably like this... Even though he has Lucifer's heart, the little angel's magic source must have a weak point, and it shouldn't be completely sanctified.

After searching around, I didn't find any weak points in Lipatia's bloodline magic source, which means that there is no place that can be regarded as "the magic source of ordinary people".

Although it is very tricky, but the matter has come to this point, I can only bite the bullet.

I bit my own finger, and then pressed the blood-soaked finger on Lipatia's chest, and started to replicate according to the pattern of the blood magic source. Basically, I used my Lucifer blood to activate her Lucifer blood, so that the disordered part of the magic source could be reset.

As the crimson blood covered the shining lines of the magic source, Lipatia began to react a little. First, the corners of her mouth and cheeks twitched a few times, followed by twitching of her limbs and body, as if she had started. What a nightmare.

It's no wonder, after all, it's the blood of the devil. Although I don't want to see such a pure girl stained with sin, there is nothing I can do to save her.

"I know my blood is dirty...but please bear with me a little..."

Lipatia looks quite painful, which is not surprising, the source of magic is more sensitive than any physical organ or any part of the body, it is the concrete manifestation of the soul, a person's body may be dirty, But if his magic source is pure, then his soul is pure.

When I touched Lipatia's delicate skin and the holy and dazzling magic source, the sacred and magnificent aria echoed in my ears again, what a fierce passion it was.

"Be patient a little longer, please...be patient a little longer..."

Part of her magic lines have been blackened by my blood. Although Lipatia is in pain and has been struggling, none of her actions can be said to be against me. This time, this is the only time. After I defile such a beautiful thing, my heart is so painful, as if my soul has suffered heavy destruction and tearing.

My hands also began to tremble slightly, and sweat trickled down my cheeks, dripping onto the edge of the stone platform.

Although it is ironic to say this, but as a descendant of Lucifer, I am being oppressed by Lucifer's powerful magic source at this moment.

This mysterious lower-level angel is like a lily hiding among thorns...

Chapter 167. The Queen Who Wept for Angels (Belegia)

The output of the magic source intensified the severe pain caused by the broken wrist, but that seemed to have become unimportant. What hurt me now was something more noble and mysterious. How painful it was, how painful my soul was, it was an oppression that I could neither resist nor struggle against.

This kind of oppression comes from two aspects. On the one hand, having to defile Lipatia’s pure soul made me feel great sadness. At this moment, I realized what kind of existence beauty is.Angels will not dislike her purity, and demons will never refuse the arrival of this purity.

Like her soul, how cruel is poor Lipatia suffering in hell, since the moment she was transformed into a woman, the innocent and poor angel has been put on a collar , wanting to escape, but already lost his way.With the immersion of the magic source, not only Lipatia felt something, but I also felt it.Holiness, that is the holiness that we cannot understand. Lipatia can be a girl. If she is in heaven, she will be just a cute and simple girl, full of curiosity about everything, and there will always be only curiosity and smiles on her face. There is no sadness, what a beautiful scene, just thinking about it feels like the soul has been saved.

Beside the quiet stream, her body was wrapped in a white gauze, her slender and graceful legs were leaning sideways among the greenery, and the breeze blowing through the Garden of Eden stirred her long golden hair.Such a scene inevitably appeared in front of my eyes, it was a scene from Lipatia's soul.

God, that’s right, right now I’m suffering judgment and sin. The more I save such lives, the more I realize what kind of innocent existence the demons have destroyed, and what kind of atrocities Goloy has committed.

My soul was trembling, and my breathing became short of breath. I was afraid and even more angry. This kind of soul pain replaced the pain of the body. Compared with the misery of consciousness, the suffering of the body is nothing. I would even give my life to pay for all these sins at this moment. If my death can make this angel return to sanctity, then I will make a choice without hesitation.

The fate of the future is uncertain, and the miserable fate is still entwined on her pitiful and touching soul. The joy of life has dissipated in her life, and the lily of hope is gradually withering.Lord, what has this child done wrong that you should punish her like this.

I mentioned two kinds of oppression just now, and the other kind of oppression is the oppression from Lucifer's blood. The great Lucifer, as a fallen angel, actually shed tears for Lipatia, and the scarlet blood can no longer feel a trace The aura of arrogance, but humbly serving Lipatia's magic source, she is blaming me, asking me why I didn't protect this child, as if everything is my sin, and I have to be responsible for everything.

I can't bear the blame and want to escape, but it's like a fire on a moth. How can I escape from the beautiful harmony? The greedy nature of the devil drives me to give everything I have.

Finally, with such a mood, the blood has its own "consciousness", flowing neatly along the lines of the magic source, until Lipatia's body no longer emits a ray of brilliance, and everything is covered by sin.

Warm tears flowed down my cheeks, it was by no means a sign of cowardice, this kind of touch hit the heartstrings directly, and before I realized it, my soul had already been touched.

I tightly held Lipatia's hand with my uninjured hand, then slowly knelt on the ground on one knee, closed my eyes and kissed that delicate hand.

"Forgive me...please forgive me...I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...it's the devil's fault, it's the devil's fault...it's the hell's fault, even...it's God's fault, but it's definitely not yours Wrong, you are innocent..."

I prayed, repented, and did things that were incompatible with my identity as a devil king, but I couldn't control myself anymore.Lipatia's soul is like an aria, she is singing about her tragic fate, singing about her enthusiasm, how sad it is, it makes everyone who listens can't help crying, but even though she suffered all this, she didn't give in, and she didn't blame anyone, whether it was a god or a devil, she was just expressing her steadfastness.

Thousands of thoughts turned into helpless whimpers, and the scene in front of me became horrifying, it was the scene of the whole hell, it was the scene of the whole devil, I saw through Lipatia's soul how... evil...

Why...there is such a world in the world...why...

Lipatia's convulsions stopped, as if she had swallowed her last breath, her whole body became peaceful.

At this time, my eyes slowly moved to the fish. In this way, my consciousness wandered back and forth between the holy angel and the descendant of the devil. After about ten seconds, my eyes stopped completely. I fell on the fish, and at this moment, some idea gradually sprouted in my mind.

I stood up tremblingly, and walked to the other side of the stone platform.

I looked at this monster carefully. His appearance looked very strange. He didn't look like a demon, but he didn't look like an angel either. After all, this child didn't look like a person at all. Although he had a delicate appearance, perhaps it was this refinement that made him look more like a sculpture than life.

I put my blood-stained hand on his chest, wanting to feel some of his heartbeat, but the magic source hidden in his body seemed to have been imprisoned for millions of years, and suddenly sucked my soul. Such a powerful resonance made me jump, and I immediately took my hand away.

I frowned, wiped the tears on my eyelashes with my hands, and looked at him in amazement. I had already got the answer in an instant, but reason prevented me from taking it as the truth.

After taking a deep breath, I put my hand on his chest again, and the strong resonance once again aroused the ethereal spirit floating in my heart, as if my personality had been divided, and the spirit of Lucifer flowing in my body The blood boiled suddenly.

This time I completely confirmed my guess, and now the only thing that confuses me is... What exactly did the person who created this child want to do, or in other words, what he originally wanted to do? I should ask...

After closing my eyes, I nodded and walked around to the other side of the stone platform.I held Lipatia's hand tightly again, covered the weak little hand on my chest, and then leaned in front of her, I smiled bitterly and said to her with tears in my eyes: "You have more than the Holy Angel Mi!" Caleb a purer soul and a greater mercy."

For this reason, I will redeem you, Lipatia, and everyone else.

Chapter 168. The Judgment in the Dreamland (Lipatia)

I dreamed of judgment coming.

I don't know what the angels will look like when they fall. For all angels, it is a fable-like story, just to warn angels what the consequences will be if they violate God's will.Of course we also know the existence of Lucifer and his ilk, the arrogance and ignorance of the fallen angels destroyed their original holy future, but, we just know, but that world is far away, since I was born, I haven’t seen it with my own eyes the fall of any angel.

For us, that era is over.

But in the dream, I saw this extremely sublime and despicable scene. Thunder echoed in the sky, as if a pagan god was wailing. On the ground, waiting for the soul-piercing chastisement to come upon me.

I am so afraid, that kind of fear is rooted in the soul, it is original, and it is pure fear, just like the cry of a young child who lost his mother, simple but full of blazing suffering, but to me What makes this cruelty increase ten thousand times is that the person who judges me is my mother, who is my creator. I must accept the most severe censure, but it comes from the person I respect and love most. the powerful.

When I raised my head, I saw St. Michael sitting on the throne. He was holding a flaming sword and looking at me coldly. Even the disappointment was no longer visible in his eyes, and the majestic anger echoed in those eyes.

When I came back to my senses, he had already come in front of me. With a thunderous explosion, my chest was pierced by the sharp sword, and black blood gushed out, and my ugly appearance could not be further exposed in front of the holiness.

"!"

I woke up suddenly, the air around me was filled with the smell of my restless sweat, and the tortured nerves finally broke at the moment of my death in the dream.

I gasped for the stale air, and it was as if the more I breathed the air of hell, the more alive I felt, myself.

"you're awake."

I hastily turned around, and found Belegia sitting beside me.

The shortness of breath did not stop, and I stared at her unable to speak a word.Belegia looked calm. She was obviously unaware of my nightmare, and she didn't even ask me a word of concern, which made people feel a little cold.

I swallowed the saliva in my mouth, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down my restless body.

"Do you feel better?"

I don’t know how to answer this seemingly stupid question, because I’m so terrible right now, maybe that dream isn’t real, but my fear is real, even after waking up from this dream, my heart is churning and trembling, and the sound of thunderstorms is still echoing in my ears, which makes me raise my hand, touch my chest, and look for the edge pierced by the sharp sword.

Belegia laughed, what a vile fellow, I can still make her laugh out loud at my embarrassing appearance, it seems that she is indeed a devil, and her happiness is entirely based on my pain.

"It's the first time I've seen you sweat so much." Belegia raised her hand and lightly stroked my cheek with the back of her index finger. "But don't worry, you're still alive, although... I don't know if living in hell can be called 'alive'."

"Leviathan... Leviathan! Underground! There's a huge one!"

"Shh..." It was the same finger, but this time Belegia pressed my lips with her index finger. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Belegia's smile is very gentle, so gentle that she doesn't seem to want her at all, which also makes me a little nervous. After all, if a demon shows such a smile, if something good happens to her, then such a good thing must be It's someone else's tragedy, after all, that's how demons live, isn't it?

"What is it..."

"Do not you remember?"

"I..." I covered my head, recalling what happened before. There is no doubt that my memory was interrupted, but when and when did it start.

If I could, I wouldn't want to think about what happened before. This is undoubtedly to understand all the crimes I have committed. Accompanied by such memories is the fear of the judgment in the dream, which haunts me like a nightmare.If you can't understand this feeling, imagine the most sacred sonata, but echo it with the most distorted accompaniment.It might even sound funny, but the horror of that awkward twist is very real.

"I just remember... I went underground... saw a tree... a huge book... and the descendants of Leviathan were trapped in it... and then..."

By the way... Another personality of mine popped up, as if arguing with me, as if I swore to save that child...

But the next thing...

"I can't remember, how did I come back here? Also... what's wrong with your hand, your magic source is also very confused, did something happen?"

"Something happened, but it's not a big deal. Don't worry about it."

"Psychological burden..."

Belegia got closer, and before I could sort out my confused thoughts, she suddenly hugged me from behind, and whispered in my ear: "You are tired, Lipatia, rest, continue to rest for a while, we will talk about everything later."

"I'll talk about it later. How could I rest in such a chaotic situation? Tell me what happened."

"I don't think you'd want to know."

"Why... what did I do...?"

If it was Belegia, she wouldn't care what I think at all. To him, whether I'm sad or happy, she doesn't care at all, so she shouldn't hide anything from me no matter what.However, when I was thinking this way, I turned around and saw Belegia's somewhat embarrassed expression. It felt like...she...was hesitating?

This is simply unbelievable, what can make this female devil embarrassing?Or does she care whose feelings are hurt?

"Well, I can't hide it anyway. You can find out by looking in front of the mirror."

"Mirror……"