Eternal Sun

Chapter 1039: The Name is Thrall! Chasing Glory!

"Huh! He actually succeeded!"

"Fortunately, although [Wulie] fell, the power of our Original Sin Hell did not show a significant decline."

"Hmm! Maybe we can let [Uriel] play [Samael] and become the new Lord of Hell in the Hell of Original Sin."

"Heh... let's wait until this battle is over before discussing this."

Samael's reversal of his own essential concept even "polluted" one of the original sin authorities that symbolizes sin and negativity.

All the Lords of Hell were very unhappy, but at the moment they had no good way to fight back.

Fortunately, their newly recognized [Satan] successfully bewitched [Uriel] and caused him to fall into the new fallen archangel, which prevented the power of the Hell of Original Sin from being significantly reduced.

However, not every current Lord of Hell is happy about [Wulie] becoming the Lord of Hell and sharing the Hell of Original Sin with others.

You have to know that since they are demons, each of them must be self-centered and selfish, and there is absolutely no such thing as selfless thinking.

We are currently in the midst of a war, and ensuring that the strength of the Original Sin Hell does not weaken will indeed be more conducive to their dealing with the current situation.

But once the war is over, every Lord of Hell would wish that all other "colleagues" would die so that he could monopolize the entire Hell of Original Sin.

What's more, if given the opportunity, they would definitely not mind becoming the second [God], above everything in the "Sea of ​​​​Void".

No superior being would want other beings of the same level to share his power and glory.

The reason they coexist with each other is not only because they need to deal with enemies from other hostile camps, but more because they have to make further helpless compromises.

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Boom! ! !

The turmoil in the Hell of Original Sin caused by the lack of authority did not affect the situation within the vast and glorious multiverse.

As a gentle wave emerged, the multiverse that had originally gathered together to form the shape of [Yang Qiong] slowly dispersed under the thrust of the wave.

Although they are still in the Hell of Original Sin, a place where endless sins gather, their holy light and essence allow them to gain a foothold in this blank area.

If there is no interference from the gods, the Glorious Multiverse could even completely exist in the Hell of Original Sin, and one day it might be able to compete with the Hell of Original Sin.

Unfortunately, this is destined to be impossible.

The absolute gap in size, as well as the orders of magnitude lack of authority and origin, are destined to make the Glorious Multiverse gradually disappear under the erosion of the Hell of Original Sin.

Of course, [Yang Qiong] would not let this happen.

At this moment, He was not paying attention to the situation in the multiverse, and focused all His attention on Samael in front of Him.

Following a rustling sound, Yang Qiong spread out the wings that enveloped the glorious universe, then shrank them again and returned to their original form.

And in front of Him, layers of feathers wrapped into a cocoon-like form, with wisps of compassion mixed with waves of anger emanating outward from the core of those feathers.

"What? Are you not used to your new form?"

[Yang Qiong] A slightly teasing smile appeared on her beautiful face, and she spoke in a mocking tone.

"Of course not. I just have some feelings about my past self, and my current self doesn't seem real to me."

There was a slightly muffled sound coming from deep within the layers of feathers, but it lacked the hoarseness and fury that Samael once had.

……

As wisps of milky white flames began to burn on the feathers, the feathers gradually unfolded under the light of mercy.

Like a gentle breeze, the strange milky white fire continued to spread in all directions, but did not cause any harm to the Glorious Multiverse.

But at the same time, the moment those energies came outside the multiverse and came into contact with the Hell of Original Sin, it was like a pool of clear water falling into a boiling oil pan.

laugh! ! !

Under the extreme rejection reaction, the endless sins began to go crazy and the anger was also erasing all the sins close to itself.

The instigator had already anticipated this kind of scene and continued to release his aura calmly.

When all the wings were spread out, a six-winged figure that was sturdy yet beautiful, majestic yet gentle appeared in front of Yang Qiong.

The figure was wearing a milky white armor with strands of light golden flame totems painted on it.

Six pure white wings, also engraved with light golden totems, stretched out fully, making it impossible to associate the figure in front of them with the former angry monarch of hell.

His face, which had once been twisted and ferocious due to anger, now appeared so peaceful, and his extremely handsome face was full of the majesty of a god.

At the same time, his compassion for all living things and his anger towards all evil are intertwined, making his temperament look complex yet attractive.

"The feeling of relief..."

"I can't remember... how long it has been since I felt so relaxed."

"From now on, I am no longer Samael."

"Oh, then what should I call you?"

"[Saar]!"

In response to Yang Qiong's question, the former Samair, now Sal, spoke in a serious tone.

At the same time, when He looked at Yang Qiong, a hint of admiration and respect was implicitly revealed.

As for this implied emotion, Yang Qiong, who had no relevant experience, did not realize the meaning it represented.

After hearing [Saar]'s new name, [Yang Qiong] smiled and nodded.

"Very good. From now on, I will call you [Saar]."

As he spoke, [Yang Qiong] raised one hand and looked at [Sal], and [Sal] also raised his hand with a little confusion.

Snapped! ! !

[Yang Qiong]'s palm slapped on [Sal's] palm in a light manner, and also slapped on [Sal's] will and heart.

"Welcome to join my camp."

[Sal] looked at [Yang Qiong]'s hand which was still pressed against his with a dazed look.

As a god, Yang Qiong's palm is naturally perfect and impeccable, but in terms of size it is much smaller than Thrall's palm.

A faint impulse emerged.

[Thrall] inexplicably wanted to hold this small hand, but reason made him give up the idea.

As the former Lord of Hell, he felt that he was not qualified yet, and he didn't know what Yang Qiong was thinking at the moment.

As Yang Qiong's palm separated from His, a feeling of loss appeared in Sal's heart.

But soon, a smile appeared on His face.

"It's good like this now."

"I will chase your glory until the day I am truly worthy."

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