I Don't Want to Be a Charmboy【Quick Wear】

Chapter 279 The Killing Angel is a Cold-Hearted Male Supporting Role (6)

"who are you?"

Xila's voice was indifferent, and his eyes revealed an imperceptible alienation. He casually lifted his eyelids and his gaze fell on the uninvited visitor in front of him.

Lucifer smiled slightly, with a hint of happiness in that smile.

"My name is Lucifer." His voice was gentle.

Xila frowned, and after a brief thought, the name emerged in his memory.

Archangel Lucifer, the most beloved angel of the God of Light in the past.

Xila thought to himself, his eyes fell on Lucifer again, looking him up and down several times, as if to confirm whether the image in his memory matched the person in front of him.

After examining him, Xila looked away, his voice still cold.

"Well, is something wrong?"

Lucifer was not unhappy with Xila's coldness. He knew that the character of fallen angels has always been like this, not to mention the angel in front of him who was famous for killing.

He already felt a secret joy to be able to stand here and talk with Xila.

"Is Father God in the temple?"

Lucifer asked, a hint of anticipation in his tone.

Xila nodded, not wanting to dwell on this topic any longer.

He glanced at Lucifer and his voice was calm.

"I am leaving."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xila turned and left, without giving Lucifer any chance to respond.

Lucifer stood there, looking at Xila's departing back somewhat helplessly, wondering in his heart if he had said something wrong and made him angry?

However, Xila did not look back, his steps were firm and resolute.

For him, the most important thing at this moment is to return to his own temple and enjoy the rare peace and rest.

As for Lucifer's doubts, he didn't care.

Lucifer hasn't seen Xila for more than half a month.

During this period, he always felt that the atmosphere in the temple was a little heavy. The Father God stayed in the Temple of Light every day, and seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of unhappiness.

Lucifer had a feeling that the Father’s displeasure had something to do with Xila, but he couldn’t be sure of the reason.

Today, he came to the Hall of Light again, holding a glimmer of hope in his heart that he might meet Xila there.

However, before he set foot into the temple, he met Michael on the way.

The bright red hair was so eye-catching in the sunlight that it was hard for Lucifer to ignore it.

As soon as Michael saw Lucifer, he ran up to him with a smile and greeted him warmly.

"Phil, long time no see!"

Lucifer simply nodded. He didn't really want to talk to Michael at the moment.

But Michael didn't seem to notice his coldness and continued talking to himself.

"Have you seen Xila recently?"

Michael asked.

Lucifer shook his head and answered unhappily.

"No."

Michael smiled even more proudly and said mysteriously.

"Hey, there's something you may not know."

Lucifer frowned and asked impatiently.

"what's up?"

Michael smiled triumphantly, as if he had mastered a great secret.

"I heard that Father God sent Xila to judge the world. I am going to take a look today."

Lucifer was a little surprised. Xila went to the human world?

He glanced at Michael, then coughed, trying to make his voice sound serious.

"I will go with you."

Michael was stunned at first, then he started laughing.

"Why, Fei'er, do you want to accompany me?"

Lucifer nodded casually without saying anything more.

Michael said "Ah" in confusion, then muttered.

"Why are you so easy to talk to today? That's strange."

Although he was confused, Michael did not delve into it. He just accepted Lucifer's suggestion with a smile, and the two of them went to the human world together to look for Xila, whom they had not seen for a long time.

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The noble king was like a lost dog today. He knelt in cold sweat, his body shaking uncontrollably.

His eyes were filled with unresolvable fear, a feeling of powerlessness in the face of absolute strength.

He didn't dare to look up and could only crawl on the ground, burying his respect and fear for the man above him deep in his heart.

The man had black hair, as deep as the night, and scarlet eyes without a trace of emotion, so cold that it seemed to be able to freeze everything.

His eyebrows were delicate and his red lips were tightly closed, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

He was wearing golden clothes and a red belt around his waist. These two bright colors created a strong visual impact, making people dare not look directly at him.

The most eye-catching thing is his pair of pure white wings, which spread out quietly, revealing his identity - a noble angel.

Xila looked coldly at the king crawling below. There was no sympathy in his eyes, as if he didn't care about the king's fear and despair.

Xila's figure was suspended in the air, his wings fluttering gently, like an elegant butterfly dancing in the air.

In his hand he held a silver-grey cross gun, a mysterious light flowing through the gun, which contained a strong divine power.

The gun seemed to be a symbol of death. With just a slight wave of Xila's hand, it could decide life or death.

The king crouched even lower, his heart pounding wildly, fearing that the cross spear in Xila's hand would be pointed at him at the next moment.

However, Xila just hovered there quietly, his eyes penetrating the king's fear, as if examining something deeper.

At this moment, Xila's image is both a judge and an executor. His existence itself is a deterrent, making this usually majestic king appear so small and fragile in the face of absolute power.

"Can you plead guilty?"

Xila's voice was low and powerful, like the whisper of a devil, echoing in the king's ears, making it impossible for him to escape.

The king raised his head tremblingly, tears streaming uncontrollably, his face full of fear and despair.

His voice was hoarse, almost begging.

"Sir, please let me go!"

Xila looked at him coldly, her expression slightly gloomy, without a trace of pity in her eyes.

His voice was like the bell of judgment, cold and firm.

"You are stupid, lazy, and bloodthirsty. You have instigated the people to build this corrupt kingdom with you, destroying countless lives. You deserve to die."

As Xila's voice fell, he gently aimed the cross spear in his hand at the king who was crawling on the ground and trembling.

The king's eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Xila looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes revealing his determination to commit evil.

At this moment, the king, who was still in complete human form, instantly turned into a pool of blood. The smell of blood instantly spread and enveloped the sky above the country.

In every corner of the country, citizens prostrated themselves on the ground, their faces filled with despair and their eyes empty.

They knew they were doomed.

God sent the killing angel Sira to judge them, and they had no chance of survival. They were so sinful that they could not receive God's mercy.

Soon, the entire kingdom fell into deathly silence. Only the smell of blood floated in the air, but there was no sign of life.

Xila looked indifferent and sullen. He glanced at his own white feathers, which seemed to be stained with a little blood. His brows involuntarily frowned, revealing a little impatience.

He flapped his wings gently, and the bloodstains dissipated with the wind, and his feathers became pure white again.

Xila's eyes were still cold, and she was still not happy that the feathers were stained with blood.