Volume 8: The End Chapter 845: The Book of Demons (Part 1)
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When Iloth sat in the throne of the bloody hall and watched Themis walk in, he almost felt that time and space had changed.
After washing up, Themis put on a set of blood-red robes, with huge white wings spread out behind her.
Although her face still looked a little haggard, she looked fine.
The biggest change was in Themis' eyes.
In the prison, Themis could only see confusion and pain in her eyes, but now her eyes are full of hope and determination.
It's as if life has found new sustenance and hope.
"Lord Elos," the four-winged Seraph half-knelt down in front of Elos: "My subordinate Themis has come to see me!"
"Don't you regret it?" Elos asked: "You could have gone back to heaven. If you continued to follow me, one day your wings would no longer be so clean white. They would become
Black, gray or blood red. Don’t you feel it’s a pity?”
Themis bowed her head deeply and said: "I wish it could change its color soon, so that everyone can understand my loyalty and piety to you!"
Eloise couldn't help but chuckle and said:
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"I hope that this change will be slower. This involves the task I gave you, which may put you in danger. You will be surrounded by enemies. Are you willing to complete this dangerous task?
So this is not only anything I teach you, but also a test for you."
Themis raised her head, her eyes flashing with joy and enthusiasm, and she said firmly: "I will have no regrets even if I die a hundred times!"
"Very good. You have to listen carefully now. If you don't understand anything, be sure to ask. After this, the help I can give you will be very minimal, so you have to rely on yourself."
"yes!"
"Very well, the mission is like this..."
Captain Kirill was in a very bad mood. He hated everything around him.
He hated those stupid commanders. If they hadn't miscalculated, how could he be in a stalemate with a group of demons here?
He hated this expedition, so what if he conquered hell?
Do you want to settle on this scorched earth?
He hates the long dark nights here, he hates the dry air here, he hates the stinky water of the River Styx, and he hates everything in the lower world!
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War, everything is because of this damn war.
The cold wind of hell howled past the camp, causing the tents to tremble uncontrollably.
Whenever this happens, Kirill misses everything in Paradise Mountain:
The streets there are paved with white stones, and sacred trees are planted on both sides of the road. Everyone greets each other with a smile, and all the angels care and love each other.
What a beautiful country it is, where even the breeze is warm and gentle.
And here, look at this ghost place!
In the Hell of Sloth, if it is at sunset, all the winds will be hot and dry. For seven months in a row, the setting sun will wander on the west side of the sky, as if the entire sky is bleeding.
During these seven months, Kirill felt like an unplucked chicken that had been put into an oven.
Once the eternal sunset sets, the first level of hell enters the long night. At this time, the wind becomes bitingly cold. Along the way, Kirill has discovered several caravans that were frozen into popsicles by the cold wind.
The entire caravan stood motionless in the cold wind of darkness. Their bodies were covered with white frost, and from a distance they looked like white crystal statues.
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Fortunately, there are not many windy seasons in hell, and there is only one windy season in the day and night in a year. Otherwise, let alone a war, the wind would blow most people to death.
But whether it was hot wind or cold wind, Kirill was not afraid. What annoyed him most was that the wind of hell always carried a hint of the stench of Styx water and the lingering blood.
taste.
This made him miss Paradise Mountain even more, where the wind carried the sweet smell of trees and earth.
"Alas!" Kirill sighed: "When will this unfortunate day end?"
"Your Excellency Saint Cyril," a serious female voice sounded behind Galen, and a female holy angel was cleaning the blood from Cyril's wings.
Such a female angel uses magic to absorb water while washing Galen's four wings.
The female angel said while working: "Please be careful, this time we send troops, we will definitely purify the entire lower world. All evil will be purified in the sacred light and flames."
"Purify all evil?" Kirill snorted dissatisfied: "Sif, you make it simple, as if you shine the holy light on them and they will all turn to ashes."
Sif simply threw down the brush, walked up to Kirill and said seriously:
"The teams attacking the bottomless abyss are constantly breaking through and winning frequently. This is a fact. And we have also eliminated the resistance on the first level of hell. Even the second level is about to be broken through by the army. Victory is right in front of us. I don't know.
Why would the captain say such depressing words!"
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Kirill rolled his eyes. If there was anything in the world he hated more than the wind of hell, it was his vice-captain Sif.
Sif looks like she is only twelve years old, with big eyes that flicker. She is short. If Kirill stands up, her height will only reach Kirill's waist.
Although Sif looks like this, Kirill knows that she is also a holy angel with hundreds of battle experiences.
It is said that she is over hundreds of years old, and even Kirill has to call her "senior" when facing her.
It is said that when Sif was fighting an evil lich, she was accidentally cursed by the lich before she died. I don't know what kind of boring curse it was, but maybe it was a blessing.
All in all, after that battle, Sif's appearance has remained that of a twelve-year-old. Not only her appearance, but also her mind has always been like a child.
"Can you please stop being so serious," Kirill said helplessly, "I'm just talking casually."
"I am a serious person to begin with!" Sif stared and said, "Besides, who are you? You are a holy angel, how can you talk so casually."
"Okay, okay," Kirill stretched out his hand and rubbed Sif's head, and said with a smile, "I know I was wrong, let's go and purify those evil things."
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice sounded outside Kirill's tent: "It should have been like this a long time ago! What on earth have you been doing during this period of time! Are you treating the pursuit and extermination mission as a child's play?"
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As soon as he finished speaking, someone walked in.
"Who is this?" Kirill frowned and looked at the angel who suddenly broke into his tent.
She has long wavy golden hair, and a faint smile always hangs on the lips of this strange angel.
The beautiful four-winged angel has a figure that even succubi and lust demons would envy. Her slim curves and slender legs show the charm of a mature woman everywhere.
"Hello, this is the first time we meet. My name is Themis." With that said, Themis took the initiative to extend her hand.
"Ah, ah! Hello, hello."
Kirill panicked and held Themis's hand and said: "I am Kirill, the commander of this team. I am so happy to see you. I am so lucky to have an angel like you visiting me on a night like this.
"
Although he said this, Kirill's heart was full of completely different admiration:
Look, this is a woman.
Completely different from those short little girls with flat chests, she is a real beauty.
"I am the one who needs to feel lucky to be able to see an angel's camp in such a remote place as hell." Only then did Themis see Sif standing aside.
At this moment, little Sif was puffing up her face and looking at Themis angrily.
"Huh? Why are there still children?" Themis asked in surprise, so surprised that she didn't need to pretend: "Is it Kirill's child? How can you bring a child to the battle?"
"No, no, no!" Kirill blushed and hurriedly denied: "How could I have such a child? I don't know whose family this unlucky child belongs to. I'm not married yet. By the way, now that I've seen it,
Let me introduce to you, this is..."
"No need." Sif took the initiative to walk up to Themis and said:
"You don't need to introduce me, I'll do it myself. My name is Sif, I'm 335 years old this year, but I look younger in appearance, not a child."
Having said this, Sif stretched out her hands and stood up on tiptoes, patted Themis on the shoulder hard and said, "Junior, why are you here in my territory?"
"This..." The smile on Themis's face froze for a moment, but if it wasn't for Lord Elos's plan, she would have drawn out her sword and hacked the kid to death.