Zhuang Mingge offended the Demon King. Zhuang Mingge was barbecued by the Hell Fire for fifty years and was recognized by the Demon Kings as a brave man. He did such a thing.

So there is nothing to hesitate, just say it upright.

The only difference is that he changed the situation in a fundamental way and then changed the situation in a different order.

He transformed himself from a human with a good relationship with the Demon King to a brave man who had a bad relationship with the Demon King and would never surrender even if he was tortured.

Because everything is said is true, Zhuang Mingge has nothing to be afraid of.

There was no hesitation when he looked at Michael.

"Fifty years of Hell Fire...?"

As a seraph, Michael knew very well what kind of flames the fire of hell was, even more clear than Zhuang Mingge. For a full fifty years, most demons could not bear it.

Even some angels will be completely crazy because of this long time.

It is simply incredible that a human being can bear such pain.

"I deserve to be the saint of Lord Lucifer."

Although they are both seraphs, Lucifer is the archangel chief, second only to God's top angel, so even Michael must be given a respectful title.

"Where are you going to be too rewarded, Lord Michael." Zhuang Mingge smiled embarrassedly. He was really embarrassed to talk about it, fooling a Seraphite like this.

If the Seraph’s angel knew his true face, stop being joking, he might turn his back immediately and slapped him into meat sauce, and his soul would not be relieved if he tore it to pieces.

"Saint, your name is..."

"Yi Barrett!"

Zhuang Mingge was cautious. Since Crimson Dragon told him the function of the real name, Zhuang Mingge did not intend to use his real name. When facing other existences, he always used this pseudonym.

Michael nodded slightly and did not investigate why an Oriental man used the face of a Westerner.

You should know that after Zhuang Mingge traveled to this world, it was no longer Yi Barrett, but returned to his body.

Fortunately, the Demon King was a little more kind and transferred the power of Yi Barrett's body into this body.

"Then I wish you Yi Barrett!"

Michael felt that such a tenacious saint should give some reward, "I wish your soul to ascend to heaven and no longer suffer from the suffering of reincarnation."

Zhuang Mingge couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Michael's words mean: Boy, after you die, you will be qualified to enter the heavenly realm and become a member of the heavenly realm. You don't have to worry about reincarnation in the future.

This reward is placed in the world where Zhuang Mingge is located. Even the Pope of the Holy See does not have this qualification.

If you estimate the history of mankind, you can find that there are only a handful of people who are destined to ascend to heaven after death. Except for one Jesus, there is really no one else who can ascend to heaven after death.

This is a heavy prize, well, if converted into a lottery, it is equivalent to a special prize of 100 billion yuan.

Even rich people will be jealous of the prize.

But...but...this reward has nothing to do with Zhuang Mingge. Zhuang Mingge will definitely return to his own era in the future. At that time, Lucifer had fallen into depravity, and even if he died, he would never dare to go to heaven.

When Michael sees himself again, he will definitely tear himself to pieces.

It's so hard that I finally won a special prize. It turned out that I couldn't redeem it.

How could Zhuang Mingge feel? But can he bargain with Michael?

Forget it, anyway, it’s a reward I picked up by accident, so I can’t stop it anymore.

When Zhuang Mingge thought about this, his mood suddenly relaxed. The depression of wanting to vomit blood just now gradually subsided, and then the matter was not over yet.

"Yi Barrett. Although you are a saint of Lord Lucifer, you have excellent character. I ask you, would you like to be my saint?"

Michael suddenly raised a puzzle.

Such things as saints are not mandatory. As long as angels like someone, they can make him a saint. However, with the pride of angels, it is almost impossible to imagine that they would value humans.

And it doesn’t mean that an angel can only find one spokesperson, and a few angels can also find one spokesperson.

The value of such a saint is terrifying than that of a single saint.

Because it means that there is more than one angel standing behind this saint, just like Zhuang Mingge is standing in the magic world with the king of the abyss, the king of thunder and lightning, and four kings like Alila outside the ocean.

Almost no one dares to mess with it.

"Hey!?" Zhuang Mingge couldn't help but scream, "Are you a saint..."

He is just a fake, why did such a change happen? And his character is very good? What a joke.

Zhuang Mingge remembers that the ancient demon told him that his soul was already pitch black.

Simply put, it is a sinner.

Those who are close to the vermilion are red, those who are close to the ink are black, and the sins borne by the devil are almost unimaginable. When they talk to the devil, they are admitted to them. In a sense, they can also be said to be close to the devil and the others.

The soul is probably already dyed black.

Even those who kill their wives, children, fathers, and mothers, do evil things and commit so many sins, are not as dark as their own souls.

Such an self would be taken by Michael and said that his character is not bad. Is her eyes blind?

No, no, Michael could never be blind, so it must be that there was something wonderful problem with him, and it was in an aspect that he didn't know.

"My Lord Michael, I am the brave man recognized by the Demon King." Zhuang Mingge suppressed his heartbeat and asked tentatively: "My soul has been..."

He said this, as if he couldn't look back and lowered his head.

"It's okay, human child."

Michael walked over, slowly entered the river, and walked to Zhuang Mingge's side. Zhuang Mingge, who was red and exposed, hugged him and repeatedly wanted to give Zhuang Mingge the deepest comfort.

"Whatever sin it is, you can keep yourself under the fire of hell, and your sins have been washed away."

Zhuang Mingge's body shone light, which was without any impurities and pure white light.

"This is your soul now, as pure as this light," said Michael.

To put it this way, I was a blessing in disguise.

The pure white light is not dazzling, but it is very warm. Is the light of his soul so beautiful? Zhuang Mingge did not expect that his dark soul would have such a big change, from one extreme to another.

"Answer my question, human child, would you be my saint?"

"I do!"

No, I don't want to!

Zhuang Mingge yelled in his heart, but his mouth said the exact opposite.

For some reason, he had done the same behavior as his will, half kneeled before Michael, and said in a firm voice: "I made a vow to form the saints of the Lord Michael, for

Lord Michael left the last drop of blood, and his soul was broken..."

【No, stop, stop quickly!】

Once such a vow is made, it is equivalent to dedicating everything Zhuang Mingge himself to Michael. He will fight for Michael only in this life. Once he returns, he will be punished terrible.

The oath to the angel is no joke.

"...I will never regret it if I die. I will become the sword in Lord Michael's hand and follow Lord Michael's instructions..."

[Stop, stop quickly, I, what am I talking about]

“…I will be the mouth of Lord Michael and pass on the gospel of Lord Michael…”

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“…The oath is established here!”

"I am indeed under your command of your oath." Michael said with a smile, and a cross rune flashing with a wonderful brilliance appeared in her hand. It was Zhuang Mingge's oath.

"My saints, accept the strength I have given you."

Michael smiled and spread his wings, three pairs of wings covered the sky and the huge holy power filled every inch of the surrounding heaven and earth, as if endless angels were singing chants.

It seemed that something had been instilled in the depths of Zhuang Mingge's soul.

That power made Zhuang Mingge feel as if he was in a hot spring, lazy and didn't want to move because he was too comfortable, and even had the illusion of falling asleep.

Zhuang Mingge shook his head and threw the feeling out.

bump!

Suddenly, Michael's body shook, and Zhuang Mingge was immediately bombarded by a powerful force.

Ah?

Before Zhuang Mingge could understand what was going on, a holy light formed a sharp sword and suddenly brushed through Zhuang Mingge's ears, instantly piercing through the forest behind Zhuang Mingge.

Michael, who was originally very kind, suddenly transformed into a murderous intent, looking at himself. In addition to grief and anger, he also had a deep and invisible murderous intent.

"Mr. Michael?" Zhuang Mingge was frightened and didn't understand why she became like this.

If the fight really starts, Michael can beat him to death with a slap.

"It's you, you're so happy to play with me, Lucifer." She suddenly spit out words of unknown significance in her mouth.

Zhuang Mingge's body moved without authorization, and he spit out a very pleasant female voice, and it was also very familiar. It was the voice of the devil Lucifer.

"You are so stingy, Michael."

Alas? Alas!!!!!!!!!

Zhuang Mingge was shocked and did not expect that there was a demon king in his body.

And this is my own body, although it is useless to tell the devil.

Michael said angrily: "Lucifer, you bastard, because of this, I have almost become a laughing stock in the heavenly world. I must redeem this mistake today if I choose such a fallen human being to become a saint."
Chapter completed!