"Come, open your mouth."
"Ah ~~ Wu! O(headquarter_headquarter)O~~~ I want more Dia!”
"Ah ~"
"Ah ~~~~ Wu!"
In a magnificent temple, a red-haired young man was constantly using a bamboo skewer to pick up pink dumplings and feed them to a blonde-haired girl with a blissful expression.
No matter how one looked at it, it was a very heartwarming scene.
If he could ignore the group of gods who were dressed in luxurious clothes and emitting divine power of faith around him...
Maybe Diablo was too arrogant when he fed the Eight Clouds Purple.）A god wearing vermilion armor with a rather valiant face shouted at the two of them,
"Do you know where this is?"
"Oh, I see. I don't know."
Diablo glanced at it and continued feeding the Eight Clouds Purple Ball.""It's not my house anyway. Why don't you tell me where this is?”
"This is the residence of Lord Yasaka Shinako. How can you demons flirt here?”
"Oh, I understand. Thank you for your explanation.”
Diablo waved his hand casually as if he was scolding a servant. He didn't even look him in the eye.
"You!"
"Hehe, Dia is so bad!" Eight Clouds Purple looked at the angry god and couldn't help but laugh.
The crisp laughter echoed in the grand hall like wind chimes, but it was so ear-piercing to the ears of the Scarlet Armored Martial God that it made it even harder for him to suppress the anger in his heart.
Furious, he directly summoned his divine artifact. It was a large saber that was as red as his armor. As his companions cried out in surprise, he attacked Diablo and Eight Cloud Purple at lightning speed.
"Wait for me to take your lives as a warning!!”
The red blade was so powerful that it could split mountains and oceans as it slashed toward Diablo's neck.
"Ding!"
The red broadsword struck Diablo's neck heavily, making a crisp sound as if it had struck divine metal.
"Damn it!"
The Red-armored Martial God saw that his confident attack had failed to hurt Diablo at all. He turned pale with fright and quickly picked up his broadsword and swung it down again. This time, he poured all his strength into the blade. He was sure that he could take down the demon in one fell swoop!
However, Diablo was not a nice guy who would not fight back after being beaten. He was a demon who could decide the lives of millions of people just because he wanted to have fun.
"I told you to get lost, but you didn't. Then you can die!”
Diablo gripped the blade tightly and looked at the Red-armored Martial God, who could not pull out his weapon no matter how hard he tried. Diablo's fingers turned into claws and grabbed his face in horror.
"Survival of the fittest, defeat to dust!"
Diablo smiled cruelly. The dark red flame that was fueled by the power of the devil surged out of Diablo's palm and rushed into the Red-armored Martial God's eyes, nose, mouth, torso, and brain. After burning all the flesh, blood, tendons, bones, and other tissues in his body, the only remaining dry skin was completely burned, turning into black ashes that filled the sky.
" Odo Ribe!!"
Everything happened too suddenly. From the moment the Red-armored Martial God burst out to Diablo's instant counterattack, the other gods did not have time to react. It was not until Diablo's flames burned him into a shriveled skin that they had time to shout in vain.
"Do you want to get lost, or should I 'invite' you to get lost?”Diablo flicked his fingers and flicked the ashes of the Einherjar out of the crack. He glanced at the gods who were silent out of fear.
Before he could finish speaking, these gods swarmed out.
"Humph!"
Diablo looked at their backs and snorted coldly. He picked up another dough with a bamboo skewer and stuffed it into the mouth of Eight Clouds Purple, who had opened her mouth to beg for food. Then, he looked at the only god left except for the two of them and said,"
"Your dog isn't very obedient! I couldn't hold it in for a moment. You don't mind, right?"
"It doesn't matter." The God shrugged and changed into a comfortable position. He looked at Diablo and said,""I look down on them anyway. If you kill them, then so be it. Do you want a cup?"
As he spoke, the god waved a wine cup at Diablo.
"You're quite magnanimous. Then let's have a cup.”Diablo smiled as he fed the last dough to Eight Clouds Purple.""Go play by yourself."
"No, I still want to eat!" Eight Clouds Purple opened her big watery eyes and looked at Diablo pitifully.
"No!" Diablo refused her firmly. He pinched her cheeks and savored the soft touch. He smiled and said,""Only those who can control their desires can achieve great things. When you become a great demon, I can feed you for twelve hours a day. But now! I'll only give you one every day!"
"Tsk! Stingy!" Eight Clouds Purple stood up from Diablo's legs in dissatisfaction and jumped to the side to create a gap.
"Stingy!"
He made a face at Diablo and then went in angrily.
" This little thing..." Diablo did not know whether to laugh or cry as he watched the crack close. Then, he turned his gaze to the God who had been calmly watching him and Purple Eight Clouds drinking and interacting.
Judging from her aura and clothing, she was far from Suwako, who Diablo had seen before. She was a perfect god. Her blue-purple hair seemed to tell the unknown mystery, and her red, complicated dress was solemn and gorgeous. A mirror that should not have appeared in this era hung in front of her chest.
She seemed bored as she silently sipped the sake in her wine cup. Her face was solemn and solemn. Diablo could see the ferocity and horror in her eyes that he could not look at directly.
This god was Diablo's target and the real owner of this palace, Yasaka Shinako.
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