I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 526: The story of the crow
In the morning, when Lingping woke up, he found that his mobile phone had entered the low battery protection mode.
When I picked it up, there was only one grid of electricity.
He quickly brought a charger and started charging.
Meow!
The kitten who had been sleeping next to his bed gave a cunning cry as usual, as if saying good morning.
Ling Ping An also smiled, holding the little guy in his hands: "Good morning, Best!"
Checking the time, it's still early, less than eight o'clock.
Pick up the remote control and turn on the TV.
As soon as the screen opens, it is the topic of war.
The war in Tianzhu Continent is still spreading.
The situation in Kunlun Prefecture has already reached the edge of the cliff.
After the Kingdom of Egypt, the Kingdom of Malin also announced the closure of the border, allowing refugees to establish refugee camps only 50 kilometers outside the border of the kingdom.
Outside the Kingdom of Ma Lin, hundreds of forces, large and small, have already drawn their swords.
Official army and rebel army...
The local warlords and the central army...
The conflict seemed to be intensified overnight.
The hosts who are reporting on TV are already a little numb.
"Following the announcement by the Dar Front of the Northern Kunlun Republic to tear up the peace agreement signed with the Northern Kunlun authorities last year..."
"Gawal, the leader of the Boer tribe of the Southern Kunlun Kingdom, was in the imperial capital, and announced at three o'clock this morning that in view of the dim king and the central conquest... The Boer tribe will separate from the Southern Kunlun Kingdom and declare its independence..."
"The name of the country is the Kingdom of Boer...Gawar proclaims himself king!"
On TV, a man in military uniform and sitting on a tank appeared.
He is waving to countless people.
"The Southern Kunlun Kingdom refuted Garwar's relevant remarks and announced that in order to maintain national unity, the Southern Kunlun Kingdom army will do whatever it takes!"
"At the same time, the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Southern Kunlun Kingdom issued a notice at the same time, announcing that, in view of its northern tribes, long-term disobedience to the central government, opposed to the country, canceled its autonomous status..."
Ling'an listened, the whole person was stupid.
However, Kunlun Prefecture is just like that.
This has always been the case for two hundred years.
In that land, warlords, tyrants, tyrants...
Just like the leeks in the ground, they emerge in endlessly.
There are few people who are serious about construction.
Even if it happens occasionally, it will be quickly overthrown.
The land seems to be cursed.
Except for wars, famines, and plagues, Ling Ping'an has rarely heard any good news from Kunlun Prefecture.
So much so that on the Internet, netizens from all over the world play stalks, playing the stalks of Emperor Xia and Chief Kun.
"Oh!" He shook his head and turned off the TV, unbearably.
The gentleman sees his life, cannot bear to see his death, and hears of his life cannot bear to eat his flesh.
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Kunlun Prefecture, Cape Town, the capital of the Southern Kunlun Kingdom. It was still early morning and the stars were dim.
The man in the hood followed the crowd and walked into this few modern cities in Kunlun Prefecture.
Different from most countries in Kunlun.
Almost one-third of the population of the Southern Kunlun Republic is of Qin and Lu people.
In Cape Town, this ratio is even as high as 70%!
This is a relic from the colonial era.
So, entering Cape Town is like coming to Qin Lu.
One skyscraper after another rises from the ground.
Children in the slum, kicking Cuju at the foot of the mansion.
South Kunlun Kingdom is a powerful Cuju country.
Won the Cuju World Championship many times!
But...that's it.
For two hundred years, this land has always been full of vendettas, wars, and plagues.
Even the country’s regime has changed several times.
From the beginning of the Republic to the Federation to the Confederation and then to the present kingdom.
Tens of millions of people paid the price for this.
The blood stained every extraordinary diamond that was dug out on this land.
Yes!
Under the land of the Southern Kunlun Kingdom, there are the world’s most abundant and highest quality extraordinary diamonds.
These extraordinary gems can be widely used in almost all rituals.
It is also the treasure most demanded by the Holy See of Qin Lu.
The most important raw material for the sacred oiling ceremony is the high-quality extraordinary diamonds produced in the Republic of Southern Kunlun.
Moreover, it can only be made with the best of these extraordinary diamonds.
Therefore, war has never been far away from this land.
This country is also the country most affected and infiltrated by Qin and Lu.
Behind almost all the various forces, there is the shadow of Qin and Lu's power.
For example, the current South Kunlun royal family was established from the Bourbon dynasty of Francois.
The Kingdom of Southern Kunlun, so it is also called Southern Kunlun Bourbon.
Now, the Boer tribe who is rebelling is also from Qin Lu.
They are immigrants from the Union Province Republic.
As for the Union Province Republic and Franciscans, they are incompatible enemies.
In addition, Butania and France also have their own agents in this country.
In essence, the Southern Kunlun Republic is the shadow of the Qin and Lu countries.
In the past two hundred years, we have come on stage after you sing.
Fighting around the extraordinary diamond resources.
Until, the people of South Kunlun were finally tired, and they welcomed a prince as the king from Francois.
The prince came from Qinlu and brought with him the heirloom of the royal family of Francis Bourbon-a bottle of sacred ointment from the Holy See.
The existence of this bottle of ointment means more than just the support of the Holy See.
It also means that the Southern Kunlun Royal Family will be eligible to give birth to angels.
The oiling ceremony is a ritual.
The ritual to draw the power of heaven.
The man in the hood knows this very well.
Because, the bottle of sacred ointment of the Southern Kunlun royal family came from him.
He went all the way, ignoring the reserve soldiers who were lining up from the city in response to the mobilization order.
He walked through Cape Town Cathedral.
Cross the King's Road.
Before coming to the palace.
The palace of the Southern Kunlun Kingdom is a typical Qinlu palace architecture.
The format is even the copy of Fontainebleau of the Palais de France.
On the square in front of the palace, there is a huge fountain.
In the fountain, several angel stone sculptures stand among them.
Outsiders will only think that these angels are dead.
But the man in the hood knows that these are the royal angels of Nan Kunlun that were once alive.
Although it's just the right angel.
An angel in the angel class is only one level higher than an angel.
But...
They are the guardians.
Guard all the selected stones.
This is the country!
So, the man in the hood just approached the fountain.
The petrified, long-dead angel shells began to melt slowly.
Their stone skin began to break away.
Holy light emerged from the body, and a pair of wings spread slightly.
"Here!" A sculpture of an angel holding a spear suddenly reprimanded: "This is not where you should be!"
"Leave now!"
"Heh!" The man in the hood laughed, "Here?!"
"Aren't you guys?"
He stretched out his hand, and a ball of holy light surged from his hand.
His hood was illuminated by light, revealing that dark and deep face.
Something is squirming under the robe.
Wow!
The six pairs of wings are fully open.
But, they are not golden.
It is gray, entwined with the breath of death and pain.
He raised his head, his hood shattered a little, and the holy light in his hand changed from milky white to black.
He lightly shook!
These black light clusters are all shattered.
"Aren't you awake?"
"Shamhill's heirs!"
"It's time for liberation!"
The angels in the fountain all struggled in pain.
Plums of gray light are wriggling under their skin.
They groaned in pain.
One by one, they raised themselves up to the sky and screamed: "Ah!!!"
The long whistle stirred the situation.
Even the sky became gray.
There are billowing clouds, a thick backlog.
At this time, the palace guard was finally alarmed.
General Harvey of the South Kunlun Republic who guarded the palace immediately jumped up from the palace.
So he saw an unforgettable scene for him.
The angels who were supposed to guard the Southern Kunlun Kingdom have all been controlled by some kind of gray light.
They looked up to the sky and screamed.
A gray sheen came out of her mouth.
The sacred wings behind them are being soaked in gray and dark gas a little bit.
They also began to twist their faces.
Profanity!
This is the ultimate profanity!
So he looked at the man standing in front of the fountain.
Six pairs of huge gray or black wings spread out across the square.
The dark and deep face seemed to be soaked in ink.
Where he is standing, puddles of black ink-like liquid are rippling.
Quack...
Quack...
Unknown from where, countless crows flew up.
The crows fell on the ground, pecking at the black liquid.
Quack...
Quack...
The crow screamed and snatched.
Harvey only felt cold in his hands and feet.
"The Angel of Death..."
"Death Walker..."
He fell into a boundless fear.
He understands that in front of him is a fallen angel.
And he is a big figure among fallen angels!
I'm afraid that even Lucifer can't match the evil!
"What are you afraid of?" In one side of the person's head, a golden face suddenly appeared. That face was bathed in milky white light, extremely kind and extremely holy: "Why are you afraid of me?"
"I am one of the seven foundations of heaven!"
In that dark face, there is also an evil voice saying: "The restraint in the seven virtues!"
The golden face said compassionately: "The anger in the seven deadly sins!"
"I'm Sally!" said the dark face.
"I'm Samael!" The golden face was extremely compassionate and peaceful.
Two voices said at the same time: "Poor boy...you are afraid because you have not yet understood the true intention of the Father who created us, the Lord who created the world..."
"Just let me..."
"Come and teach you to recognize the truth of the Lord and the Father!"
The angels groaning in the fountain finally ended their roars.
They stood up, their black wings, full of hatred and resentment.
They looked at the dark man.
The atmosphere in the entire square has become extremely weird and deserted.
The guards and soldiers who rushed out were trembling with fright, and didn't even dare to move.
Especially when the other person says his honorable name.
Everyone fell into a dead silence.
Sally!
The King of Angels!
The embodiment of restraint and patience of the seven virtues!
The king of angels who is in charge of death and guardianship.
Moses' teacher and gravekeeper.
The protector of the Virgin's soul.
The moon angel of death!
But He is more than that.
He also revealed another identity of him himself.
The king of fallen angels.
Samael of Wrath!
When he personally told this absolutely taboo secret, Harvey knew that he was going to die today.
Such taboo secrets cannot be known by mortals.
Because, once it spreads out, it will shake the foundation of the entire cross religion.
Even if I am not dead here.
Be sure to be regarded as heresy by the Holy See and sent to the torture frame.
Just...
The king of archangels, Sari, the angel of the moon of death, has not fallen?
Falled in Athens, Greece.
Dying under the artifact of the God of War, even the corpse was divided.
If he really died.
So, who is Sariel standing here?
Just thinking about it, Harvey understood that this is another taboo!
A taboo involving the secrets of heaven.
So he sighed and understood what he should do.
"Here!" he yelled: "Suffer to death!"
He burned everything he had and rushed over.
"Heh!" The Seraphim who claimed to be Sariye and Samael just chuckled.
The right angels who have completely fallen have already laughed strangely.
"Ats!" They screamed: "Dead!"
Black and gray blasphemous auras rushed out of them.
The entire square instantly became a slaughterhouse.
Shamhill’s heirs, have won liberation and found their true self!
Sariet ignored everything.
He moved forward gently, toward the palace.
Along the way, anyone who tried to stop will die.
One crow fell on the corpses of the dead, and they kept pecking.
In just a moment, the entire palace was bloody, and bones scattered outside the attic.
Saliye walked directly to the king's palace inside the palace.
Dozens of guards huddled together shivering.
They yelled and cursed in despair.
But it's useless.
One by one, crows pounced on them, and instantly pecked them to death.
Even the king who has been terrified is no exception.
Sariet didn't even look at these people.
He just walked to the depths of the palace, gently raised his hand, and opened a cellar.
He lowered his head and looked at the cellar.
"His Royal Highness Shamhill..."
"The sun of our Father and the Lord..."
"You should wake up!"
A seven or eight-year-old, white and pure little girl crawled out of the cellar.
She was covered with blood.
On that innocent face like a porcelain doll, two golden eyes sparkled.
"Sally under the crown!" She kindly looked at the six-winged fallen angel in front of her: "Thank you so much!"
A little wings bloomed from behind her.
"No hard work!" Both faces of Saliye smiled: "For our great plan..."
"Any effort is worth it!"
"Yes!" The little girl laughed brilliantly.
At this time, inside and outside the palace, countless crows croaked.
They screamed, their bodies melting on one side.
Slowly, they turned into a mass of flesh and blood.
These flesh and blood flow slowly, to the bones on the ground.
So, one by one, the dead began to stand up.
They look the same as before.
They even remember all the memories and feelings of their physical body.
The only difference is...their souls have been changed.
It's like a computer, the hard drive and data are there.
I just changed the operating system.
When they stood up, Sally had already led the little girl out.
The king who had just stood up, saw the two men, and all the soldiers knelt down on their knees.
Meet their real master.
The little girl looked at them with a big smile.
She chanted gently in the language from the East: "There are trees in the garden, and cicadas on them. The cicadas live high and sing and drink dew. I don't know if the praying mantis is behind..."
"The praying mantis is committed to it. It wants to get the cicada without knowing that the oriole is near it, and the oriole wants to peck the mantis without knowing that the projectile is under it..."
The sound of milk and milk is very sweet.
She raised her head and looked at the person holding her.
"This is really a good story!" she said.
"Yes!" Sally laughed: "It is indeed a good story!"
"We now have our own home!"
Kunlun Prefecture local time 1:30 in the morning.
The king of the Southern Kunlun Kingdom announced that he had abdicated because of domestic and foreign affairs. His daughter, the eight-year-old princess, changed her name to Shamhill and became king.
It is for Shamhill I.
Immediately, the young queen entrusted the power of the country to the special adviser to the royal family, the university fellow of the University of Cape Town, Samael.
Samaer immediately sent electricity to all parties in the Southern Kunlun Republic, inviting all parties to gather in Cape Te to'negotiate peace matters'.
This night.
In the entire South Kunlun Republic, many people who were preparing to leave their hometowns and fled to Qin Lu as a refuge because of the war, have seen and heard countless crows quacking outside their houses and intersections.
Someone felt strange, so they recorded the crows' calls with their mobile phones.
When he played it again, he suddenly discovered that the crows' calls seemed to be in a certain language.
After pairing with a computer, he discovered that this language is the Guangnan dialect of Dongfang Daxia.
The similarity between the crows' calls and this language is as high as 50%!
And...
After computer comparison and audio analysis, he discovered with horror that these crows seemed to be chanting an ancient oriental fable.
The saying goes: There are trees in the garden, and there are cicadas on them. The cicadas live high and sing and drink dew. I don’t know if the praying mantis will be behind...
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Lingping ate breakfast and swiped her phone.
Suddenly, a message in his hand letter group was swiped.
First, a certain author transferred a web page, and then the whole group exploded.
July New Fan: Horror!
Xinfeng: Horror!
Qi Peijia: I'm still young, and I was scared... terrible!
Lingping looked at it, and curiously clicked on the webpage, and found that it was from an official account with the title: The crow in Nankunlun was actually reciting...
He pulled it down and found that it was an audio.
There is text under the audio: I just downloaded this audio from the website of the South Kunlun Kingdom. It’s so weird. Let’s listen! Many people say yes, these crows are reciting a fable of "Said Garden" in Guangnan dialect!
Lingping blinked, and clicked on the audio curiously.
The noise of crows came from the phone.
Quack...Quack...
It sounds familiar...
There is something like Guangnan dialect.
But...
If you listen carefully, you will know that it's not like it.
Moreover, there are a lot of noisy sounds in the background sound.
But...
Some fragments are indeed a bit like a group of crows reciting them.
Lingping can accurately hear that there are several fragments that are pronounced similar to the ‘mantis’ and ‘Oreus’ in Guangnan dialect.
Just...
"This thing, I'm afraid it has undergone post-processing, right?!" He laughed.
He has encountered similar things many times.
In recent years, in order to gain eyeballs, many people don't talk about morals, and they don't have to face.
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Bone Church.
The King of Angels on the Holy See, listening to an audio.
"The praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole?" He laughed.
He understands his brother's words.
"Is this warning me?"
He lowered his wings.
"Maybe you are handing me a message!"
In any case, this is his brother's choice.
The choice of a betrayer.
It is also the Lord and Father~IndoMTL.com~ has already set a good path for it.
So...
"Don't control Kunlun Prefecture!" The King of Angels said to his bishops: "Now..."
"Our focus is here!"
"We want to regain the usurped power!"
The fanatical bishops listened and immediately became excited.
Who doesn't want to go back a thousand years ago?
The era when indulgences could be sold to the king?
Who doesn't want to control all power from dunya to heaven?
The most important thing is...
Clean your sins, ascend to heaven, and be with the Lord!
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