Author: Going to the Winter

The invisible force pulled his front and pushed his back.

The invisible force directly moved away all the air between them, allowing him to bounce towards Besieb as if he had loosened the tight rubber band.

The translucent white bubbles quickly dissipated after tearing them apart - Yizha's reaction was already very fast. He regained the energy in it as quickly as possible, rewoven a thick white cylinder that was only the size of two palms side by side, and

Strengthen it with the means of law and block it in front of your chest.

At the same time, he wanted to go away.

But no.

Because the command is "come".

In an instant.

The white light turns into a white powder, then becomes a dull powder, and finally the powder collapses.

Suddenly clear.

Suddenly destroyed.

Broken sound.

The cool blood surging, foaming in the throat.

The chest of the King of Ten Thousand Demons was stretched out, with four sharp thorns as sharp as poisonous drills, piercing the shield of order.

Click—

Then it penetrated through his chest and inserted it from behind.

Bethibu stretched out his six arms and grabbed him firmly.

Two big pale eyes, like owls, were almost touching his eyes.

Her brow bones were pressed against his brow bones, and the tiny sparks that popped out of their sockets jumped into his eyes. The pair blinked slowly like the rising and falling of midnight waves.

“Buzz.”

Her four thin lower limbs were wrapped around her waist and knee bends, her two forelimbs were hugging his neck, her chest was pierced through his chest, her wings were bent, and she wrapped him in a mesh cocoon.

.

She could still free up a hand to stroke his hair.

Like a lion licking an antelope that had just been bitten to death, her smooth forehead rubbed against his forehead. Her fluff tugged into his hair, itchy.

"Dear, dear, buzz."

The silver blood flowed through Bezebu's entire chest and abdomen.

She buzzed and sighed, pressing his head against her neck.

Strength passes through the wound.

It was not moved to check.

He had to do the right thing. He thought. Although the initial episode of the fallen angel helped him resist the suppression of his personality, it disrupted all the rhythm of his original plan.

It doesn't matter, you can make mistakes, but do the right thing.

It just takes luck.

Beizeb grabbed him and spoke softly.

"I know it's not easy for you to do this. You have to listen to me first. Those idiots have been praying in hell for so many years. I know very well about the first fallen angels. Do you know? I'm tired of listening. What they say

I already know his energy and his light. Look."

Suddenly everything fell into pure darkness again.

Beizeb's crimson eyes disappeared before his eyes, but he knew that she was still there, and no place in his touch disappeared.

In the darkness, Bethibu used two fingers to push away the feathers on his white wings, and "clicked" a piece of stuff from the closest to his skin, and held it in front of his face.

She lit up the thing alone—the solidified energy of order, like a gray-white limestone.

The Demon Queen's small claws were gently pinched and then opened.

The energy of order was crushed into pieces, and she stared at the pieces scattered like the most ordinary sand.

She turned around and blinked slowly.

"I can fix your light. My dear. I know you are not a demon anymore, and I can't suppress you. But I can fix you. This is power."

She let out a light moan, "I have transformed so many times than you. What a pity. You can promise me. I have given you so many, many, many opportunities. Buzz."

Blood surged up and he spitted it on her neck without hesitation.

Beizeb tilted his head and rubbed his head stickyly.

"I know you are smart. My dear. There is no demon who is smarter than you in the entire Chaos Hell. And you are so generous, so generous, so unique."

Yizha moved in a concealed manner, and the spikes fell deeper into his chest.

He stopped moving his torso, and at the same time he touched the knife at his waist with one hand, and translucent light blue tentacles began to spread out from the other palm.

Bethibu grabbed both his hands at the same time in an instant.

She even had four arms left to wrap around him.

The light blue tentacles were solidified and turned into useless sand and sprinkled. Besieb summoned a qualitative darkness and squeezed them together.

He can't move anymore.

He knew the energy she used. The power of disorder was nothing special.

But Bezebu's disordered power is almost equal to half of all energy that the entire Chaos Hell can mobilize, and is equal to infinity.

She seemed to have easily not even noticed that she had stopped an attack and complained to herself.

"How much do I admire you. Why do you leave me? Why are you so stingy with me?"

I didn't answer the question, so there was no answer at all.

In addition, Bezebu's claws were pinched into the joints of his wrist.

"As Chainte to Chainte to Chainte to Chainte to Chainte. You always make me very angry. Very. Buzz."

"If you are talking about my current state, it's an accident..."

"I'm not talking about this buzz!"

oh.

Bezebu was really irritated. The buzzing sound suddenly became as heavy as thunder.

"Why? Buzz?" Her claws cut through his skin.

"You were so friendly before... you were so friendly to everyone... We have known each other for so long... Why did you suddenly start to avoid me? Why would you rather torture each other with those idiots for 1,600 years and never be with each other

I'll take a shower together? Why don't you be my great duke? Why don't you even participate in the most important affairs of hell? Why don't you even need to be the devil? Why do you want to leave me?"

She suddenly grabbed his clothes, and her fourteen eyes exploded, burning his cheeks, "No one can leave me and buzz! No one can leave me and buzz!"

He didn't feel any pain in his chest, but he was so stuffy that he coughed twice.

"Do you want to talk? My dear. Yes, you have something to report to me."

Beizeb wrapped him tightly like a spider in cocoons, and blinked, "Tell me."

My throat is very dry, maybe it is because of excessive blood loss.

He swallowed a mouthful of non-existent spit, "Dear King of All Demons..."

"You are not allowed to call me like that anymore!! I want to ignite your soul!!"

Beizeb interrupted him rudely.

Her six claws were stumbled around him, searching for him, "Hmm? Where is your anchor? You don't carry your anchor with you? Who did you give it to? It doesn't matter, I'll definitely find it.

Buzz..."

Yizha let out a breath slowly.

"Betzerya."

Bezebu hit his forehead and pressed against him.

Tens of millions of voices buzzed and smiled sweetly.

The vibration of her laughter drove his vibration. The wounds and spikes rubbed back and forth with strange sounds of water.

"You still remember my name before my promotion!!"

She was happy, but only for a moment, and then became angry again. The soft pads on her six arms pressed against his back, almost suffocating him to death.

"No. You have a good memory. You remember everything!! This is the buzz it should be!!"

This is a place to look for something that cannot be understood.

What she guessed was obviously right, but she was angry because of it.
To be continued...