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Chapter 51 Three Thousand Years of Hatred
The strange phenomenon dissipated, the sky returned to calm, and Badr withdrew his gaze.
"It's much better than I expected!"
This archangel Michael, known as the King of Holy War, possesses top-tier, limit-level strength.
This suggests that God has clearly reached the level of a sub-father.
"Now, all we need to do is see how deep the waters are on the other side of hell."
He turned around and glanced at the female Nightwing Dragon, who was completely bewildered and in a daze.
"Take care of her."
After saying that, he turned and left the secret room.
Back in his office, Badr pricked his fingertip, and a drop of blood floated out. Using that drop of blood, he began to rapidly draw a scarlet demonic magic circle.
A moment later, the demonic magic circle was completed, and in an instant, a terrifying hellish magic surged forth, distorting the entire area.
The intense heat began to spread, and the smell of sulfur permeated the entire area.
The next moment, a huge demonic phantom gradually materialized.
With its robust physique and enormous demonic wings, it looked exactly like a scaled-up version of the demon prince.
The scorching heat erupted from the nose, transforming into two blazing infernos.
"My foolish son, don't tell me you've messed up again, or I'll personally twist your stupid, demon-like head off!"
Badr bowed his head slightly: "Great Demon King, I have something important to report."
"Speak!" the phantom of the Demon King said coldly.
"I have received word that the Holy War Angel Michael will descend in seven days."
The Demon King's expression changed, and streams of hellfire erupted from his nostrils.
"Michael!!!"
The voice was booming, filled with rage and hatred.
One second, two seconds...
It took the Demon King more than ten seconds to suppress his raging fury.
"Damn Michael! Three thousand years of grudge, it's time to exact revenge!"
The next moment, the Demon King's gaze fell on Baldr.
"Nabilis, I need you to open the gates of hell before Michael arrives. Then, I will personally lead the army of hell to utterly kill Michael!"
Bader's face immediately showed hesitation, which naturally did not escape the Demon King's notice, and the Demon King frowned.
"What, you can't do it?"
Baldr shook his head: "I will do my utmost to obey the orders of the Great Demon King, and I will definitely be able to open the gates of hell before Michael descends."
"With the king's power, he certainly wouldn't have a problem personally killing Michael. I'm just worried..."
The Demon King's expression softened somewhat: "What are you worried about?"
Badr's face showed obvious fear. He raised his hand and pointed upwards, the meaning of which was already clear.
However, the Demon King responded to Baldr's fear with sarcasm.
"Don't worry, God, we are no longer able to intervene."
"Let alone killing Michael, even if you destroyed the entire Heaven, God might not take action."
Badr's eyes narrowed suddenly, as if in shock or horror. After a moment, he looked up at the Demon King with fanaticism.
"Could it be that, Your Majesty, you have already possessed power surpassing that of God?!"
The Demon King fell silent. More than God? Him? What a joke!
However, he didn't want to say anything discouraging or damage his 'authority'.
"Hell is no less than Heaven."
That was all he said; he didn't go on to elaborate further.
"Alright, I'll be waiting for you. The day I reopen the gates of hell, the day I kill Michael with my own hands, you will be the greatest hero of hell, and then my position will be yours."
After uttering some truly unappealing words, the phantom of the Demon King slowly dissipated.
Once the aura of the Demon King had completely disappeared, Baldr's demeanor changed completely, and all traces of his previous awe and fanaticism vanished.
"They can't even draw a picture of what inheritance or position they've achieved."
What is hell? It is a place where all negativity accumulates and settles, a paradise of sin, and a haven for wicked people.
In the entire hell, you can't find a single good person—such a rare thing.
What inheritance? If the Demon King were to truly pass on his position, it would be as if the Heavenly Gang were reversed and the Demon King were to sit on the throne of God.
Everyone knows that every Demon King ascends to the throne by stepping over the corpse of the previous Demon King.
For the Demon King, the Demon Prince is both a tool and an invisible enemy to be wary of. If he is useful, he can use him; if he is not useful, or if he senses a threat, he can simply crush him.
"However, this Demon King's strength is not bad."
Based on Baldr's perception, he could tell that the Demon King and Michael were roughly equal in strength, both at the top-tier limit.
However, judging from the implication in those words, the Demon King may have been suppressed by Michael in the past.
Now they are preparing to take revenge, harboring resentment for three thousand years. Demons have no kind qualities, but when it comes to revenge, they are first-rate.
That guy has been hating for three thousand years, and he must have been preparing for three thousand years as well. This time, when he descends to the mortal world to seek revenge, he will definitely go all out.
"Perfect, let me see what hidden trump cards this Demon King has."
Baldr looked out the window and into the distance, vaguely able to see the earth-shattering battle between angels and demons that would soon erupt.
"Fight! Fight! Drag hell and heaven into the war! Reveal all your trump cards! Fight to your heart's content! Turn the world upside down!"
If they don't fight to the death, how can Badr take advantage of the chaos?
"at last……"
Badr stretched out one hand, a small hand that seemed to encompass the entire world.
"When the fighting reaches its fiercest point, that's the perfect time to wipe you all out!"
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Chapter Fifty-Two: The Temptation of Power
A complex demonic magic circle appeared out of thin air on the earth.
The next moment, two figures emerged from the crowd, one in front and one behind, with Baldr in front and the android behind.
The android looked at the demonic magic circle with great curiosity, then looked around in the distance. There, it saw black, charcoal-like creatures scattered around, also looking at their arrival with great curiosity.
Looking at those creatures that resembled black charcoal balls, the android wondered, "Is this Black State?"
Badr nodded, then waved his hand, and the magic circle reappeared, from which one by one they walked out.
"Stop hiding yourselves, show your true colors, and have a blast."
Immediately, excited shouts rose and fell.
The next moment, human bodies exploded, revealing the terrifying nature hidden within.
He was tall and imposing, standing four or five meters tall, and possessed an incredibly powerful and oppressive presence!
A slender, sickle-wielding demon whose hands transform into two scythes.
The armored demon's body was covered in a layer of armor!
Flames raged all around, controlled by a fire demon!
……
One by one, the creatures, revealing their true demonic forms, charged towards the distant black carbon ball with excited howls.
In an instant, screams, cries of panic, and pleas for mercy filled the air.
Blood splattered everywhere, and even the air gradually filled with a pungent smell of blood.
The android frowned, slightly uncomfortable with this one-sided massacre.
"Have pity for them?"
The android shook his head. He didn't have a normal sense of good and evil, nor had anyone taught him these things. At most, he learned some human knowledge through other people's conversations, and thus knew that such a massacre seemed wrong.
"Do you know how many people hate these black guys?"
The android shook its head.
"At least 70% of people in this world hate this kind of black stuff, 10%-20% are indifferent to it, and the rest are the ones who like it, or even are crazy about it."
"The last similar data was Ye Zi〃々."
The android's eyes widened instantly. Even if he had no sense of right and wrong, he knew that Ye Zi was not a good thing and was strictly prohibited in many places.
"So, when a massacre must be carried out, isn't choosing something that most people hate a form of mercy?"
That seems to be correct, right?
The android's unease dissipated considerably, and it began to observe the demon slaughter before it with curiosity. More accurately, it was observing the abilities of the various demons, which were very unique and novel.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the android's curiosity about demonic abilities. Baldr smirked and continued.
"Do you think those Nightwing Dragons would do if they saw this?"
"They'll probably stop it," the android thought for a moment and said.
"What's the reason?"
"They are enemies of demons, and they don't seem to like killing."
"Yes, because they don't like it, they will stop me from resisting the demon's slaughter, even though the demon slaughters things that most people hate."