There is movement not only in heaven, but also in hell.

The Angry Samael of the Seven Deadly Sins lazily leaned on his seat. He looked at Lucifer in the first seat above: "Your Majesty Satan, please give me an accurate answer. Should this fight be fought or not?"

Demons and hell creatures are eager to fight, but the fallen angels are relatively united internally, and they have to listen to Lucifer whether to fight or not.

Lucifer subconsciously wanted to nod in agreement.

The words were on my lips, but my ears seemed to remember the girl's soft voice, saying that she didn't want to see a war.

Lucifer's expression changed again and again, and finally he swallowed his words in frustration, and said in a cold voice: "No fight!"

"Isn't that right, Your Majesty? Those angels have already provoked you right to the doorstep. How can this be tolerated?"

Greedy Mammon of the Seven Deadly Sins jumped up from his stool when he heard this. He was the youngest and the most impatient one. All his thoughts were written on his face, and it was clear that he was unwilling.

He has heard that the angels have been cleaning up the battlefield recently, and they have just issued a challenge to hell.

"What do you know?" Beelzebub stepped forward and knocked on his forehead, put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him back to his seat, smiling mysteriously, "His Majesty Satan must have his reasons for doing this."

Gee, I guess it was to avoid scaring the little angel.

Fallen angels always do whatever they want and will express what they want in a straightforward manner. Unexpectedly, their always lawless Majesty Satan became restrained and polite after meeting someone they liked.

This doesn't quite fit the style of the fallen angels.

However, as the Prime Minister of Hell, Beelzebub felt that he had an obligation to contribute to the love of His Majesty Satan.

Mammon wondered: "When did you become so peace-loving?" Beelzebub was a well-known militant in hell.

Beelzebub smiled and covered his mouth: "Don't worry about so much, my dear Mammon, this is all for your own good."

The other fallen angels watched the good show and laughed with joy. Only Belphegor, the lazy one among the seven deadly sins, asked Lucifer seriously: "Your Majesty, what should we do if those angels want to hit us?"

"Oh..." Lucifer held his chin and drawled, "Then just call back."

As long as Hell hadn't initiated the war, he didn't believe that the little angel could blame them.

Several fallen angels sitting down looked at each other, and then they all laughed.

I understand, as long as the war is not initiated by them, they can start it casually.

I have to say that Lucifer still has some scheming intentions.

Seeing the tense atmosphere between hell and heaven, after a busy month, Zhu Chu naturally lost her monthly vacation.

Thinking that I am a Seraph who has just taken office and is forced to take on so many responsibilities, it makes me shed tears just talking about it.

There was definitely no way to go to hell to see Lucifer. With a sad look on his face, Zhu Chu pulled down a flower, put it in a piece of paper with a crying face on it, and flew to hell with his magic power.

The letter paper stained with the power of light was blocked by the gate of hell as expected. Lucifer, who was in the ninth level of hell, looked at the smiling faces of his subordinates and felt that a certain restriction had been touched.

Lucifer was startled for a moment, then narrowed his strange and narrow black eyes. The powerful magic power reached the gate of hell, and the letter crossed the layers of hell and appeared in his hand.
Chapter completed!