don't stop me from falling

Such a result is very acceptable to Hell, because every time in the past, there is no doubt that they have lost, but this time they have reached a tie, and it can be seen that it is not because of luck, which makes the local devil feel that, They really deserved to have fallen from the heavens, and they knew a lot more about the heavens than they did, and the reform measures did benefit them a lot, and the future was bright.

As for being opposed at the beginning of the reform... The Demon Realm is best at suppressing by force. It is simple and brutal, and the effect is obvious. Regarding the status quo of hell's current monarchy and centralized system, it will always be ineffective to oppose this kind of thing.

In this way, the attack of the demon world has actually achieved its original purpose. Although the environment has been so bad for so long, it is almost impatient, but it is not good to continue. After seeing the dawn, the days to come will be much easier. Don't mind retreating after achieving such a result.

The atmosphere of hell was unprecedentedly harmonious at this time.

The silver-blue short-haired youth wiped away the blood and scars on his cheeks with his fingertips. The rusty smell still seemed to linger in his mouth. Except for the bitterness and nausea that came up later, he didn't feel disgusted at first.He glanced at the red liquid on his hand, and made a rare smile. His hair color gradually turned gray. He closed his eyes and put his fingers on his lips. When he opened his eyes again, there were already light gray pupils, and there was no ocean anymore. dark blue.

His complexion is also fair, such a light tone makes the Fallen Angel look sickly and pale, only the unchanged lip color, against such a backdrop, looks extremely bright, as if poured with blood.

Indeed... if I must say, the taste is not bad.The prime minister of hell thought so, his smile looked a little weird, and his external image was finally not different from other fallen angels.

And after learning the so-called truth, the beauty of God finally returned to the shrine of the God of Creation in Crystal Sky after a long time in the lower realm, as holy, noble, elegant and gentle as before, as if nothing had happened.

"Haniya." The god on the high seat said this, and the light curtain was removed the moment the other party stepped into the hall, and his expression seemed to be normal.

The silver-white long-haired boy saluted politely, "Father God."

The hair is soft, so it fell down with the movement, and the white to almost transparent skin can still be vaguely seen between the gaps. The eyebrows and eyes are drooping, and the eyes are still on the ground, making it difficult to see the expression of the saluting person from this angle. Part of the fragile neck was exposed to the air.

The God of Light got up and stepped down from the throne, his steps were graceful, his white robe was holy, and the smooth and clean ground could even reflect the blurred figure of God walking on it.

The figure gradually approached Seraphim who was half kneeling on the ground, and then stopped in front of him without accident, the Supreme God leaned down and hugged the other's shoulders, and said softly: "You never need to salute me, Hania. "

The angel being hugged raised his head and looked at the gods. The face with the favor of the world was extremely perfect. When he looked at a person with such gentleness, it seemed that no one could refuse any words from the other person. Shocked by the beauty, there is even a strange sense of familiarity.

So he discovered that God's expression really remained the same as before, even though the other party might have known what happened on the battlefield and his own plan.

Haniya stood up following the strength of the god in front of her, retracted her gaze, and still lowered her eyes as she was saluting, her gaze stopped on the back of the other's hand holding her, and she asked calmly, "Father God, do you want me to Remember everything?"

Chuangshi Shen was silent, then took the opponent's hand, turned around and walked back to the throne, just like Seraphim before he went to the mortal world, he hugged him and sat on the throne with ample space, as if the two sides were really close and trusting. , and even share everything.He looked down at the angel's pale blue eyes.

"I don't want it." Said the god without any extra emotion, the red gold pupils were as clear as the light blue pupils of the boy in his arms.

Hearing this, Haniya nodded, indicating that she had understood the other party's meaning, her expression was normal, and her slender eyelashes were still soft and obedient, against the moist skin, she looked like a delicate porcelain doll , and then he asked again: "Then God the Father will still attend this celebration?"

"Yes." The God of Creation replied without pausing, full of love, with the same appearance and perfect face, without any blemishes. The master who created all things is himself the most perfect work of art.

So the beauty of God leaned her head on the shoulder of the god again, her long hair almost covered her entire face, her gaze stayed in the void through the gaps between her hair, and she said with light-colored lips behind her silver hair: "Father God, if you expect so much, then I will not participate in this celebration."

The finger of the God of Light seemed to move, but in the end it remained the same, and he said, "Okay."

Under the shadow of the long hair, the light blue color looked like it was smudged with black ink.

Haniya didn't know how many years the celebration was, and he didn't have the will to know it now, anyway, it had already begun.

Even if one-third of the angels fell into the sky, the celebration of the kingdom of heaven was still grand and prosperous, pious, courteous, and splendid. In addition, some members of the new generation of various races also participated in the celebration of the kingdom of heaven for the first time.

The elf with long light brown hair and clear blue eyes cautiously looked around, but after following the elves to all the places he could go, he still didn't find anything. The young elf could only come to his conclusion in disappointment. The acquainted angel did not attend the conclusion of this celebration.

Haniya said that if you don’t participate in the celebration, you really don’t participate in the celebration. At first, you wanted to be there because you thought you might be able to remember something at the celebration, but now there is obviously a better way.If what the fallen angel said is true, then it doesn't matter whether he participates in the celebration or not, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't go.

What's more, just now his Father God spoke very clearly, and he heard it very clearly.His Father God doesn't want him to recover his memory, why?Is it because the so-called past will hurt yourself?Or will the self who has recovered his memory not obediently follow the other party's request to do what the other party expects and disrupt his plan?

If it's the former, he's the same person with or without those memories, then even losing his memories won't change anything, as if, even if he forgets everything now, the two guys from hell are different Appear in front of him and bring him more confusion?If so, compared to having no memory and possibly doing things that one would regret, it is better to remember everything, everything is clearly laid out in front of one's eyes, and it is clear at a glance who lied to him.

If it's the latter, then he needs to restore his memory even more.Is it okay to be manipulated by others without knowing it, and to regard the person who has caused all of my status quo as my closest existence?that kind of thing...

The seraphim kept walking, and the accelerated speed inexplicably exuded a vigorous and vigorous aura. The lowered eyes covered most of the pupils, and the slightly leaking blue color looked a little gloomy.

In addition, if I used to believe in God, why do I always involuntarily doubt the opponent because of the words of the opponent, but I have no hostility towards them?But it is clear that facing the demons on the battlefield, he still has the idea of ​​hostility between the two sides.

Michael did have a conversation with the leader of the demon world on the battlefield and obviously had complicated feelings, and the wings were indeed the same as angels except for their color, which proves that the statement that they fell from heaven is not false. In this case, the question raised by Beelzebub Obviously, there are reasons and evidences. God the Father deceived himself. There is no doubt about it. According to this logic, the whole heaven has concealed himself. He thought he was a newborn angel, but his memory was just erased, and no angel mentioned it to him.

The only difference is, is this kind of concealment and deception out of good intentions or oppression by forces... or, in other words, out of faith?

Or in other words, although his memory was indeed erased, everyone in Heaven mistakenly thought he was a newborn?

No matter what kind of speculation...

Seraphim stopped, looked at the Book of Creation still floating in the air in the temple, raised his head expressionlessly.

No matter what kind of speculation it is, all the spearheads point to the Father God who seems to be close to him in the past.

There is no one in the crystal sky now, so it seems that it is still a bit empty. This visual feeling reminds Haniya of the time when Father God rarely went out to the Garden of Eden, and the other party’s warning to him not to touch the book.

God has already gone to participate in the celebration, and the place where God sits does not need other guards, not to mention that there are real guards, at least on the surface, he is still the most beloved child of the Supreme God, living with God, entering and leaving the crystal sky , is nothing more than a normal thing.

The white book exuding faint light did not have the slightest intention of rejecting the Seraphim's approach, it stayed there peacefully, and the hand with well-defined bones, which belonged to the boy, easily touched something that belonged to the god without any hindrance. .

When his fingertips touched the pages of the book, Haniya didn't even set his eyes on the book. At that moment, his body paused for a while, and the memories that were too long rushed into his mind at a speed that was too fast for him. Some even couldn't bear that kind of impact, but they always maintained the posture of touching the Book of Creation.

After absorbing all the memories, and without any side effects except that the shock was a bit heavy when accepting, the silver-haired green-eyed boy's eyelashes trembled, he blinked and retracted his hand, feeling deeply ridiculous.

So he really chuckled.

Then he touched the Book of Creation floating in the air without any scruples, and took it down, flipping through it page by page, just like reading an ordinary book.

The silver-white long-haired angel had a faint smile on his lips, and his focused expression seemed to look like he used to sit in the library to search for information, but his body language obviously did not say so.

Underneath is the throne of the Creator, with an elegant posture but a bit loose, with long hair hanging loose, one hand supporting the armrest of the god seat, and the other hand holding a book.

This is what Chuangshishen saw when he entered the temple.

As if aware of the god's return, the young man put down the book in his hand, turned his head to look at the other party, raised his eyebrows with a bit of carelessness, but he was still so beautiful on that delicate face.He raised a smile, his eyes were somewhat unclear, and he said, "What should I call you now?"

The time in that memory is indeed too long, far longer than the moment when this world was born.

Haniya put away the book of creation and stepped down from the throne, heading towards the place where the silver-haired god was, with a slightly sarcastic and teasing tone, "It seems that you are having a good time?"

Yahweh looked at the figure standing in front of him, and the pupils of the red gold irises seemed a little dim. He opened his mouth and called out to the Seraphim with six wings, "Yahweh..."

The voice sounded like a sigh.