Original God's Dark Priest

The next morning, Saphir woke up.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Xier's familiar and pretty face. Then she realized that this girl was wrapped around her like an octopus.

“…” Safir clicked his tongue and said nothing, just lying on the bed waiting for the other person to wake up.

Last night had felt a little strange, as if she had never felt so relaxed in her life, as if a huge rock that had been weighing on her heart had been lifted.

The feeling is very subtle, a sense of relief as if one has been freed from constraints.

But the feeling didn't last long and then disappeared. Safir was not disappointed about this. It was good to be able to relax for a while.

She frowned and recalled what happened last night. She seemed to have heard something, but she couldn't remember it.

She was still mentally exhausted, but had long been accustomed to it. She didn't even know how she was different from other people. She was just amazed that the recuperation she had in her dream of Yue Ruixi could actually bring her such a relaxing experience.

Maybe I can look for her more often in the future.

Safire found that feeling of relief somewhat addictive.

After a while, Xier let out a moan and woke up from her sleep, then met a pair of eyes of different colors.

She was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Good morning, onee-sama!"

"Can you let me go before you say hello?" Safire also smiled and moved his arms.

Her hands and feet were entangled by Octopus Xier and she couldn't move at all. Is this girl so wild when she sleeps?

Xier then realized what she had done after falling asleep. Her face turned red and she quickly let go of Saphir.

She always has a pillow on her bed, and she hugs it when she sleeps. Last night, she slept directly in Safir's room, and after falling asleep, she subconsciously used Safir as a pillow...

Thinking of this, Xier felt even more embarrassed.

Safir sat up, stood barefoot on the floor, twisted his body, and his joints made a crackling sound. It must be said that this silly girl Xier is really strong.

Fortunately, she slept soundly last night and was not woken up. Saphir now suspected that the reason why he became tired again in the second half of the night was because of this girl's behavior.

Looking at Saphir who stretched her body, Xier blinked her eyes: "Sister, can you tell me about your parents?"

"Huh? Why do you ask this suddenly?" Saphir was stunned, then shrugged. "My parents, are you referring to the two people in the other world?"

Xier nodded, her eyes burning.

Safir chuckled and shook his head: "There's nothing much to say. They are all very ordinary people. If I really want to say something, my father is a teacher and my mother is retired..."

"It's not these parents. It's the ones before that." Xier interrupted.

Saphir's expression hardened, and he looked at Xier with a sharp gaze: "You..."

"I know this is not a good memory for you, but... it is very important." Xier sat on the bed, looking up at Sapphire who was standing on the floor.

Saphir tilted her head. She felt that Xier's gaze was very serious and didn't seem like she was joking at all.

So, she also patiently suppressed her emotions and said softly: "This parents... I have mentioned to you before, I don't know what my father's name is, and my mother died after giving birth to me. I only learned her name later.

And father... once upon a time, this word, or parents, were very distant existences to me.

It's a bit ridiculous. The time I knew my father's identity was when I killed him. I remember that it was a campaign against the Demon Duke. That man was very strong, and my team had to try their best to suppress the pawns he sent out.

Then he showed up and killed everyone except me. And then I started fighting him…”

Saphir's eyes were filled with reminiscence. "That battle was very difficult. He anticipated every move I made. Even when I used the power of the name my mother gave me, I was still seen through and easily resolved."

"But you won in the end." Xier said firmly.

Saphir nodded. "That wasn't a fair victory. I only realized it afterwards. After discovering that I could barely use the power of the Seraph, the man was very interested. He asked me..."

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“As far as I know, there is no Seraphim like you in the Divine Realm.

"A Seraph, wearing the gear of a low-level angel, sneaked into the Death Squad to serve as cannon fodder. What have those old guys lost their minds? Are they so arrogant as to think a Seraph can kill me?" The man looked at the wounded angel with disdain, a mocking smile on his face.

The angel used his sword to stab the ground, forcing himself to stand. His golden eyes stared straight at the arrogant man in front of him: "I don't understand what you are talking about..."

"It's not easy to become a Seraph. You don't need to risk your life here. If you retreat now, you can still keep your life." The man knew that she was at the end of her strength, but he did not rush to kill her. Instead, he thought of the fallen angel.

It seems like a good idea to be able to corrupt a Seraph.

However, the little angel in front of her did not choose to retreat. She tremblingly raised the red blade in her hand and pointed it at the man: "You killed my brothers and sisters, and now you want me to become a deserter..."

"Brothers and sisters?" the man muttered, but then sneered, "A Seraph calls other lower-level angels brothers and sisters? Did I hear correctly?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, raised his hand slightly and broke the opponent's sword, and twisted her arm.

The angel groaned, gritting her teeth to endure the pain. However, the man grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eye.

"What's your name?" The man's crimson eyes were deep and radiant, emitting a mesmerizing light. This was a common tactic used by demons to lure angels into corruption. As the Demon Archduke, this tactic had never failed him.

For a lone Seraphim, this is such a rare opportunity. He wants to seduce the other party, make him fall, and become a fallen angel loyal to him.

But the ability that had always been successful failed this time.

The Seraph swung his uninjured left arm and slapped the man hard. "Get out of here, demon!"

The sudden resistance made the man dazed for a moment.

He could easily tell that, although the little angel in front of him had decent strength, she definitely couldn't possibly resist his charm, but the charm had failed...

Annoyance ignited in his heart. The man grabbed the angel's neck and slowly applied force: "Tell me! What is your angel name!"

"I... will never tell you!" Even though his throat was grabbed, the angel did not give in. Instead, he kicked his legs and tried to break free.

This action once again angered the man. He slammed the man to the ground and was about to step on him, but the moment he raised his foot, he saw the pattern on the man's forehead suddenly light up. For a moment, he was shocked.

"Do you know Arni?" The man recognized the pattern and knew it was something left by his beloved wife.

The little angel curled up on the ground, coughing hard and steadying her breathing. Her face was covered in blood, but her expression remained stubborn.

Seeing that she didn't answer, the man stopped being angry and just looked at her carefully: "What's your relationship with Arni? Why haven't you heard from her for a long time?"

"Heh..." The little angel smiled miserably. "How interesting! An angel who has been dead for so long, the one who cares about her the most is actually a demon. Could it be that, as those people say, she has already become a fallen angel and returned to the divine realm just to face her own judgment..."

The man didn't care what she said, because the only thing he heard was: Arni... is dead.

He originally thought that the little angel in front of him was Arni's subordinate, or perhaps one of his caring juniors, but after hearing what she said, it seemed that it was not that simple.

The humiliation and despair did not seem fake, and he was full of complaints and resentment towards Arnie.

Looking closely, this face is really similar to Arni's, and that look, those pupils, if they turn red, will be very similar to mine.

In just a moment, the man confirmed the other party's identity. Yes, the devil can seduce any creature, but it cannot seduce its own blood relatives.

How could a Seraph who only had rank but no power resist the temptation from the Demon Duke?

Unless she is his daughter.

The man squatted down and looked at his embarrassed daughter in front of him, his eyes full of unclear emotions. He didn't say anything, but just frowned and stared at his daughter's eyes.

He didn't believe that Arnie was really dead. Even if she was dead, he would find her no matter how many worlds she crossed.

Soon, he discovered a clue. Deep in his daughter's sea of ​​consciousness, he found a trace of soul fluctuation belonging to his beloved wife. When he discovered this, the man was ecstatic. This meant that his wife was not really dead, but the fluctuation was very weak, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Considering that my daughter is in a cannon fodder camp, I can imagine her plight over the years. Surviving is already a difficult task, and the future...

No, she no longer has any future.

"The old dog of the Holy Temple does things by any means necessary, but he's also incredibly hypocritical. It's also because Arni's reputation is so great that they're a little wary and can't just execute her bloodline at will...

Leaving her in this place of life and death, letting her die on the battlefield without anyone noticing, gave her a reasonable death. Perhaps, meeting me was also what they expected...

Since it is certain that she will never make a comeback, then...

Can the head of a demon duke open up a path of ascension for an unknown angel?"

The man stood up, making a decision in his mind.

In the angel's frightened and nervous eyes, the man stretched out his right hand towards her, and black and purple flames wrapped around the man's arm. In just a moment, the angel's eyes lost their luster. She was hypnotized.

"Girl, no matter who said what to you, it doesn't matter.

What's important is that the Temple... is the murderer of your mother. She has never fallen and will never fall. Today, you will take the first step in your transformation. The road ahead will be very difficult and painful, but don't be afraid, because you have the blessings from your father and mother.

In the future, I will own the whole world."

The twisted arm made a strange sound, the orthopedics reshaped, and the flesh and blood were quickly healed. The little angel with lifeless eyes raised his right hand, pointed it at the back of the man, and rushed forward without hesitation.

"This is a battle between good and evil, and it's also the beginning of revenge. Take my head and tell everyone that you killed the man called Zareos.

You do what they can't do, and then... fight for that position and destroy it completely.

Your future is not destined to be a smooth one, but you will never be alone. When you are done with all this, return to your original hometown and forget this world that is full of hostility towards you.

May you find rest after your wanderings and find your own salvation at the end of the world.

My dear daughter, Saphir."

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"When I woke up, the man was already dead. I don't know what kind of mood I was in when I buried him. I only know that since then, I have received attention from some important people." Safir hasn't recalled the past for a long time.

Chaos, pain, a splitting headache just thinking about it, and the hatred that comes from the depths of the soul that lingers.

Exhaling forcefully, Saphir regained his composure: "I don't know how I killed him, nor do I dare to think about it. I can only speculate through scattered fragments of memory that he is my father, and it was he who used his death to pave the way for me.

I successfully escaped the fate of being cannon fodder, and with the help of other Seraphim, I gradually began to build my own forces."

This is all that Saphir remembers about her parents, from birth to death. She walked alone, surrounded by wolves and could not find peace. She did not delve into the past, nor did she dare to.

She knew that her father and mother might have really done something, but they were both dead and she could do nothing about it.

And my brother...

Thinking of her brother, Saphir rubbed her brows. Sephiroth and she had never had much contact. They just maintained a tacit understanding with each other. They knew that such a person existed, but would not deliberately meet him.

Because she hated Sephiroth.

As the culprit of the destruction of the Midgard divine domain, Sephiroth's strength is undoubtedly extremely strong, but Saphir will not be annoyed or hate Sephiroth for destroying her divine domain.

Because there was a voice in her heart reminding her that the divine realm was the enemy. Even if she controlled this place, she would always be fighting against her own destructive impulse.

She felt relieved that the divine realm was destroyed.

But Sephiroth killed the person who meant the most to her, the one who had been by her side since her humble beginnings: Xuan Ji.

This was an unbearable hatred that she couldn't face.

Xier listened quietly to Safir's narration, and after confirming that she knew almost nothing about her parents, she showed a bitter expression.

After a long silence, Xier finally made up her mind and said, “During this diagnosis and treatment…something big happened.

Ruixi was almost killed in her dream by someone named Zareos.

That is, your father."