Ark, they don't revolve around you

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alley.

Zhuang Ning raised his head as if inadvertently and glanced into the distance.

"What's wrong?" The Archangel whispered.

Zhuang Ning shook his head: "It seems like I saw an old friend, but it seems to be an illusion."

"Aren't we going to Lateran? Why are we here?" Arturo asked.

"That's a good question." Zhuang Ning was silent for a moment, his expression was unusually relaxed, and he looked into the distance, "It's just to give my enemies some time, so that they can do something desperate."

"What a bad heart."

"Who says it's not?"

He took a small step forward, and all of a sudden, huge light and heat burst out from the soles of his feet, with shaking air waves and billowing smoke.

Hiding in the dark, Fiammetta pulled the trigger without mercy, and the grenade slid down in an elegant arc.

Fiametta's bombardment was very frequent, taking wind direction and terrain into account.

She did not expect such bombardment to harm the enemy, especially the Demon King, whose mission was to lure the Demon King to a designated area.

Ok……

Now there is one more item.

We have to get our teammate's sister back from the evil devil!

Snowflakes began to float in the gloomy sky, and the artillery fire was replaced by sniper fire. Remiaoan focused his mind and calculated the trajectory accurately.

The moment the wind blew away the smoke, she pulled the trigger and fired the bullet!

It was a perfect combination. If Mostima were here, the Time Lock would be able to imprison Zhuang Ning's consciousness.

Unfortunately, due to the personal relationship between Zhuang Ning and Mostima, the Pope hesitated and did not agree.

Remian thought regretfully, but his pupils contracted the next moment.

There is no feel of hitting.

No, it’s not a matter of whether it hits or not! She instinctively shuddered and yelled, “Run, Fia!”

too late.

Fiammetta, who was about to take advantage of the chaos to move forward, was stunned to see the smoke disappear in the blink of an eye - along with the space, it was also dug out, and all light and dust disappeared.

Her intuition told her that she had to leave. Her heart was beating like a drum, and great fear dominated Fiammetta.

But she couldn't move!

The rising shadow dyed the sky ink-black. In the darkness, Fiammetta saw a pair of cruel eyes, flowing with an eerie golden color.

The owner of those eyes smiled, as if he had reunited with a friend he hadn't seen for a long time: "Isn't this Fia?"

"It's you guys who are still the ones in the end. Is the Pope's Office seriously short of people?"

Only Zhuang Ning himself knew the meaning. The first person to attack him in the system simulation was also Fiammetta.

Fiammetta knelt down in silence. This was the Demon King, the enemy of mankind.

How weak am I in front of him?

"you--"

Several bullets tore through the darkness and flew towards Zhuang Ning's head.

Zhuang Ning didn't even try to stop it, allowing the bullet to hit his head.

The bullets hit the same position one after another. Remion is indeed the best shooter in the Pope's Palace with superb skills.

But her heart sank to the bottom of the sea. The moment she pulled the trigger, she had a premonition that she would fail.

The bullets from the guard gun in her hand were enough to smash the load-bearing columns of the building, but they couldn't even penetrate the man's scalp.

How to do?

Remiaoan was anxious, and then she heard a low music. The melody was so familiar that she could almost hum it.

That was the rainy season in Kazdel. It was the sound most often heard at Kazdel's funeral. Now it came out of the same person in an inappropriate way, sounding strange and eerie.

Remian rolled over hastily, and the next moment, she felt a sharp pain, as a hand stepped on her left hand.

Like a pile driver, the leather boots crushed her bones in an instant.

Remian endured the pain and did not cry out. Instead, he stepped back and quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist. Without looking, he pulled the trigger based on his feeling.

She was also yelling into the headset: "Mission failed! Retreat!"

Snapped!Snapped!

There was a sound of applause.

That person... Zhuang Ning smiled softly and praised: "Amazing."

"How did you feel me? That kick just now should have been aimed at your shoulder."

Remian finally saw the figure clearly, hidden in the moonlight, dyeing the snow black.

This is the Doctor.

Lemiaoan gritted his teeth and said coldly: "What did you do to Fia?!"

"Killed... Well, it was just a joke, don't take it seriously. I know both you and Fiammetta, so I didn't do anything to her."

Facing the muzzle of the gun, Zhuang Ning walked closer step by step, "She just lost consciousness because of fear."

He seemed to be unaware of the presence of the weapon. He strolled leisurely and slowly approached. The smile on his face became increasingly kind and sacred, as noble as the Son of God.

The black snow was stained with blood, Lemion's hand holding the gun was shaking, and his throat was dry.

This is their target, a demon king, tyrannical, powerful, arrogant, and hypocritical.

And now, the devil spoke: "Miss Lemiaoan, if possible, I still don't want to do anything to you."

Remian felt sick inside, and without further hesitation, he flexed his fingers.

The bombardment continued, the red-hot etched bullets were fired from the rifling, the shells kept falling, and Lemiaoan felt the recoil hitting his body again and again.

But Zhuang Ning still did not defend himself. The flying bullets either bounced off or shattered into pieces. He kept talking:

"very good."

"This is the Miss Lemiaoan I know. She looks gentle, but she is evil at heart."

"Your sister often mentioned you to me. She said you were a very good sister."

Remian was still desperately pulling the trigger, the magazine was emptied, she lost her composure and hastily reached for her belt.

But Zhuang Ning has arrived.

He held the muzzle of the gun with one hand and applied slight force in front of Lemiaoan.

Under the enormous force, the steel twisted and burned into a dazzling red at high temperature.

Remiaoan's pupils dilated, he completely lost the determination to fight back, and slumped to the ground.

When she came to her senses, the black dress that was draped over her body and fit her curves was soaked with cold sweat, making her feel cold to the bone.

The man smiled kindly, "You have been ambushing me since we entered the town. It's not just you and Fiammetta, there are also many people assisting me."

"But I was unsure of your number, so I kept letting it go. Thank you, Miss Lemiaoan, I have finally grasped the position of your team from your thinking."

He clapped his hands, and invisible power spread.

Remian watched helplessly as the Sakotas hiding in the crowd were grabbed by telekinetic magic and lifted into the sky.

Most of them noticed a pair of violent eyes before they realized what was happening.

"These people are your subordinates, right?"

"Although I hid it well, have you forgotten what I am really good at?"

Countless wails rang out, and Lemiaoan was terrified. These were all her subordinates, and they didn't have to take part in the battle.

But Zhuang Ning pulled them all out and they cried loudly in fear!

"Stop it." Lemiaoan whispered.

Zhuang Ning seemed not to hear and grabbed one of them by the head.

With force in his palms, the brain and blood plasma mixed together, staining the black clothes red.

"stop."

Then came the second, then the third.

When no one was left alive, Remion collapsed to the ground, having completely broken down.

She heard a breathy voice beside her ear: "Now, it's your turn."

"Just tell me straight, do you surrender or not?" the devil whispered softly.

Chapter 25 Because Your Gods Are Disobedient

"Give me a sweet word, surrender or not?"

After hearing this, Lemiaoan's expression showed a dull look.

But soon, the dullness was replaced by anger. She pulled out the dagger at her waist and stabbed herself in the chest in a flash.

The Sakota of Lateran empathized with each other, and the fear of their dead subordinates before their death was transmitted to Remion's body.

Yes.

They are facing a demon king, how can they expect anything from him?

It’s better to commit suicide.

But Zhuang Ning had anticipated this and kicked the knife away.

The dagger rolled down, and because of the strong force, Remian's right arm was also affected, and a sound of breaking bones was heard.

"I knew you wanted to commit suicide. You are not the ordinary soldier just now. Your status is different." Zhuang Ning sighed.

Lemion whispered in disgust: "You...devil."

"How come I am a devil?" Zhuang Ning sighed.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he said coldly: "From the beginning to the end, weren't you the ones who assassinated me?"

"I have never provoked you. It is your laws that have repeatedly provoked me."

"Devil!" Lemiaoan still roared.

Because of the death of her subordinates, her mental state was obviously a little abnormal.

At this moment, a huge pressure fell down, and she heard a sneer: "Well, the devil is not bad."

"So, Miss Lemiaoan, have you ever experienced the feeling of falling from heaven?"

Lemiaoan's words stopped abruptly.

"A fallen angel is an alien wandering around in Lateran."

"Even a genius like Mastema had to choose self-exile after his fall from angelion and became what you call a messenger."

"She is not trusted and is under surveillance. This is based on the fact that she possesses the Time Chain and has the ability to fight in Sakota."

"You have lost your empathy and your guardian gun. You are a strange creature from Sakota. Remian, do you want to try?"

Lemiaoan croaked: "Kill me."

"I've already told you that I can't kill you." The devil smiled faintly, as if mocking, "But you are still afraid of falling."

"I am a good man and I always treat prisoners well, Lemiaoan. Until you are willing to let me help you get rid of your restraints, I will still respect your will."

He stroked Remion's curls, his eyes as clear as a child's.

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