Author: Going to Winter

The wind and thunder are rolling.

"I already know your wish. Shankarabi." A hand stretched out from the energy vortex - a sacred and powerful hand belonging to the original fallen angel.

Shan Karabi stepped forward and gently held the perfect creation with his thin and ugly claws.

"I teach you all the known laws. Regardless of alignment."

A turbulent, smooth and hard force burst out from Icha's hand, like a steel needle piercing the dean's withered palm.

"You will retain your choice. The road will grow forward in front of you, and may you find your own laws and direction along the way."

Boom, boom, boom.

The harsh sound of metal hitting each other.

Everything was dislocated and falling apart in front of Shan Karabi's eyes. In the eyes of the dean, there were countless geometric shapes nested together, spinning and shaking wildly.

Triangles, concentric circles, stacked squares, spirals connected head to tail, and six hexagrams buckled together, each sixty-sixth forming a flawless three-dimensional shape.

A cold, hard dull pain rose rapidly from the heart of his claws, as if steel nails were driven into his veins in an instant. The devilish whispers rushed into his mind, and they chanted the laws.

Laws flow in.

The leader of the Order of the Fallen Angels, who had never conducted any spell training, felt great fear in his heart.

"Relax," Icha said.

Karabi Shan's lips trembled as he repeatedly recited the prayers he knew by heart. The members of the cult knew nothing about it, so they followed his example and started praying loudly beside him.

"Great Holy Spirit, you have opened my heart..."

"Give me the knowledge I had with you. Open my ears so that I can hear your teachings."

"Confirm your word to your servant."

"Don't abandon me in my time of trial."

"So that we can bear witness to your grace and kindness forever and ever..."

Over and over again.

The trust in the original fallen angel, which was deeper than the abyss of resentful insects, finally rose like the red sun, dispelling all shadows.

"Go. Protect your compatriots. Help yourself." Yi Cha gently pulled back his arm.

There was a tremor like an electric shock.

The majestic landscape of the Disaster Stone Floating Island and the distorted sky of hell returned to Shan Karabi's vision.

The contents of the crystal bottle in his hand attracted him strongly. He lowered his head and stared blankly at the delicate runes - the symbols on them were no longer obscure.

The leader of the Order of Fallen Angels looked around.

All the symbols of law reveal their essence in his eyes.

Above his head, the mana dome, which was more crystal clear than a dream, was composed of a dense grid, with small geometric shapes surging out of it, gradually completing its outline and slowly thickening.

His eyes fell on the first fallen angel.

Yicha was already outside the dome, flying further away.

"Stay here. Don't leave."

A shining golden object fell from the air. Shan Lakabi caught it.

It's a gold horn chain.

"Bring it to my hellhound..." the voice drifted away.

Shan Lakabi turned around.

Ifomie is perched high on the highest point of the Stone Tower of Disaster, maintaining a cold attitude as a guard. The low-level demons under him have been evacuated, and only one leader is left to control the other direction.

Nese's forehead was covered with sweat due to excessive casting. Hearing Yicha's words, he did not stop for a moment and began to look for a suitable position, preparing to arrange the magic circle and continue to strengthen it.

A blue-purple figure flashed past the dean, half harpy, half demon. She wanted to keep up with the first fallen angel who flew away alone to challenge.

Bang.

She seemed to be caught by invisible hands and fell to the ground.

"Hikiss. Don't let me order you."

Ifomie was still sitting at the highest point of the tower and did not move. But judging from the direction where the Happy Saint's resentful eyes were directed, it was obvious that he had stopped her from moving.

"Hello……"

"The King of Demons is coming. Do you want to die?"

"What the King of Demons...I am not one of you, groveling..." The Happy Saint sat on the ground in a very inelegant posture and mocked.

Karabi Dan didn't hear what Ifomie said. He found the hell hound between a broken statue and hurriedly got up and walked around.

"Puppy." He grabbed the gold chain and shook it.

He yelled "Goodbye", took the owner's horn chain in his mouth, swallowed it into his stomach, then turned around and jumped into a turquoise pool.

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The sky suddenly darkened, and the hanging sulfur river turned into a dim color like ashes in Cha's eyes.

Countless black spots converged on him from all directions in an irregular trajectory.

The sound of ten million sesame-sized wings vibrating began to surround him.

"Command. Buzz."

When Yi Cha heard the familiar voice, he resisted the scratching in his heart and tried not to look back.

He hadn't flown far yet. The Disaster Stone Floating Island was not far behind him. Although he himself was already immune to Beelzebub's personality suppression, other demons were not.

Even if Ifo is destroyed, he may not be able to withstand these - it is almost not impossible, but definitely not possible.

The defenses on the floating island should be sufficient.

The rewoven and thickened mana dome. As well as the force deterrence of Ifomie, the hand of destruction, Dankarabi and Nesse can defend themselves with spells. In the dome full of protective power, Xikis should also be able to protect herself.

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Ke Qier is not here. The biggest variable should be gone too.

As long as Beelzebub does not cross him and come in person, even if his courtyard is attacked by the other two grand dukes at the same time, it should be able to withstand it.

Yicha has already evacuated those low-level demon soldiers who may not be able to withstand the opponent's "orders" in advance to avoid causing chaos and making the situation more difficult.

I can’t say it’s foolproof, but under such a tight time frame, it’s a complete enough plan.

Now all he needs to do is stop Beelzebub.

He'd better stop him.

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"Order order order. Buzz."

Three incomplete, undirected, whispered commands. Like three little paws scratching an itch. Without the blessing of a person, Icha could endure it.

He continued to fly forward silently.

"Hey~buzz~" said a voice like the friction of silk.

It sounded like ten million voices, all talking at the same time.

It suddenly became dark.

Yicha stopped and hung in the air.

The airtight black dots surrounded him in the blink of an eye, sucking out all the light in this large area.

Demons can also see in the dark.

But everything in Cha's vision was pitch black.

Quietly, a pair of arms gently hugged his legs, waist, and shoulders.

It is furry, has pads, and has two-segmented arms with four toes and fine claws at the tips.

"Dear King of Demons. After the order, you must add what you want the other party to do. I think you asked me three thousand years ago."

Yi Cha said without emotion, and at the same time, the light of order from the first fallen angel emitted from his fingers.

He raised his hand like lightning and made a quick stroke from top to bottom. Three of the three pairs of arms holding the right side of his body were cut off by their roots and he fell downwards.

The guy holding him lost his balance, and the three arms on the left were sticky and rubbed against his body from top to bottom. He pushed them away hard.

"I don't care. Honey, I just give orders. Honey, you don't listen to me anymore. Buzz."

Those ten million voices sounded from behind again.

Three new pairs of arms hugged him from behind.

Beelzebub.

He grabbed one of her arms viciously.

Beelzebub, who could not even shine the divine light of the first fallen angel.

After research, Icha believes that equating all demons with evil is a prejudice that ignores the facts.

But this guy is absolutely pure evil, pure chaos.

That's right.
Chapter completed!