Demon Missionary

"It's alright, these are all remnants from the war on Kunsa Star that I fought alongside Queen Morgana back then."

"The Kunsa Star Wars, huh? To survive that brutal battlefield, the big shot must be an old follower of the Queen!"

Upon hearing this, the Demon Warrior shook his head, smiled slightly, and waved his hand with a touch of arrogance.

"Not really. Back then, I was just a little kid following the Queen around. When the angel army first arrived, my legs went weak with fear. When the fighting started, I was so scared that I almost couldn't even lift my weapon."

"How did that big shot survive?"

"I encountered an Angel Warrior."

"She let you go?"

"Bullshit! Because of the chaotic battle, I was so scared that I hid in some corner, and who would have thought that a Second Generation Angel shot down by Demon No. 1 would fall right in front of me."

"Back then, Kunsa Star was rife with fighting. To survive, the brothers were almost wiped out, and they swore they would take a few angels down with them even if it meant their deaths."

"But this little angel's strength is no joke! Several demons who tried to sneak up and take advantage of the situation were all chopped down by her."

"That was the first time I had ever witnessed an angel personally appearing on the battlefield; it was simply outrageous!"

"No demon could stand to see that kind of scene. In a moment of impulsiveness, I forgot all my fear, grabbed a knife, and charged forward."

"The Second Generation Angel turned around when she heard the commotion. And let me tell you, she was beautiful with long legs. But she was also holding a blood-stained, Sword of Flames; she looked quite fierce."

"That little wench is no simpleton. I was originally aiming my blade at her Angel Engine in the chest, but she managed to dodge it and only managed to cut off half of its wing."

Then, she turned and slashed at me with her sword...

At this point, the Demon Warrior pointed to the longest and deepest scar on his chest.

Then, he took another sip of wine, and at the crucial moment, he slammed his fist on the table, reopening his newly healed wound.

The medical staff were displeased, but continued the treatment while urging him to keep talking.

The Demon Warrior clicked his tongue and continued:

And then...

"Hmph! You remnant of Kunsa Star, you're slandering us angels again, spreading heresy to these ignorant demons."

A voice came from the side, and everyone looked over. Lifting the curtain was a high-ranking angel with a cold expression, beautiful blonde hair, and long legs.

The most striking feature is her wings, whose color contrast is almost identical on both sides.

Furthermore, the angel who broke in had his arms slung across his chest, and his light silver armor was covered with suction cup-like scorch marks.

Upon seeing this, the Demon Warrior's smile vanished, and he opened his mouth to mock.

"What are you yelling about! This is the devil's territory, not your Angel Nebula! Don't you want your other wing either?"

"Heh, don't think that just because we're allied, you can come and go from our camp at will!"

"I just came to make sure you're not dead, after all..."

The aloof angel, halfway through his sentence, turned his head to look at the pitch-black starry sky beyond the red glow, and at the wisp of gray mist that occasionally drifted from an unknown corner.

This is why they were willing to ally with Demon Warrior were sworn enemies.

There, a purer, more terrifying evil lurks.

The high-ranking angel then withdrew his gaze, giving the demon on the hospital bed a cold, mocking look.

"I will kill you with my own hands to avenge this humiliation!"

The Demon Warrior, not to be outdone, rose and retorted.

"Thank you so much! After this war, I'll definitely chop off your head too."

"Don't die before that!"

The high-ranking angel gave a soft snort, but said nothing more, turning back to the camps where the angels had been assigned.

The Demon Warrior watched him disappear, then stretched his healed arm and nodded in satisfaction.

"I've rested enough. When those bastards come again, I can go back to the battlefield and slaughter them all, cutting off their dog heads for the Queen."

Hurriedly leaving the camp, the Demon Warrior gazed at the gray depths of the starry sky, where everything that trampled on intelligent life existed, and which was also a heresy that was in serious conflict with the ideologies of angels and demons.

Fallen Freedom is not about indiscriminate killing and ruthlessness, but about daring to resist any mountain that oppresses them.

This used to be called the Angel Nebula, or the Just Order.

And now, this being that threatens to destroy the entire universe's civilization is called the Void Creature, the Ultimate Fear.

Suddenly, the Demon Warrior had a sudden inspiration and raised his arms toward the starry sky.

"The devil is invincible!"

At the same time, a cold snort came from another heavily guarded camp in the distance.

"Angels are justice!"

However, the two voices with completely different stances converged and actually echoed each other, bursting forth with the pride and indomitable spirit of intelligent life.

At this moment, on Demon No. 1, Morgana her legs propped up on a round table. For some reason, she felt an itch in her ear, scratched it slightly with her hand, and then asked Atrox was waiting beside her.

"Have those angels we took in been behaving themselves lately?"

Atrox nodded slightly and replied in a measured tone.

"Your Queen, to prevent conflict between us, we have already prepared sufficient separation zones between the angel and demon wounded soldiers' quarters."

"Since they arrived at Star Fortress, they haven't had much to do and have mostly stayed in the camp."

"Of course, there were instances of brawls between the two sides, but these were all resolved within the arena, and the methods were not fatal..."

Morgana leaned back, resting her head on her arm, her muscles relaxed, and she closed her eyes, emitting a lazy nasal sound.

"Let them fight. We're enemies, not in-laws. It's normal that we don't like each other."

"Anyway, let them settle their scores and grievances, as long as they don't go too far, let them make a fuss."

"You bunch of grown men, are you afraid of a few little girls causing trouble?"

Then, as if she had just thought of something, the Demon Queen raised her eyelids and asked curiously.

"So, what were the outcomes of the recent fights?"

"Twelve matches played, five wins and seven losses..."

At this point, Atrox's facial muscles twitched slightly, and his voice became hoarse.

"Damn it! You bunch of bastards should have worked harder all the time, all you did was drink and brag. Now you got beaten up by a bunch of women in a one-on-one fight, you've really embarrassed me, the Queen!"

Upon hearing Morgana stood up angrily, pointed at Atrox's nose, and launched into a tirade.

Then, the Demon Queen gritted her teeth and snorted coldly.

"Those who lost, throw them all into the training room, lock them up for three days and three nights, and torture them to death!"

Overwhelmed by the shame of their lord's disgrace and their own death, Atrox nodded with a ferocious expression, vowing to teach those bastards who had been defeated by the angels a lesson when he returned.

However, after reporting all this, Atrox did not immediately turn and leave; instead, he seemed somewhat conflicted.

"Speak your mind, or shut up!"

Morgana, who was in a fit of anger, started yelling and cursing.

Left with no other choice, Atrox leaned down and whispered something in Morgana's ear.

Upon hearing this, the Demon Queen's expression turned strange, and she seemed dazed.

Chapter 1062, Section 1109: The Demon Missionary

Actually, Atrox's report wasn't anything too serious.

The content is nothing more than that the group of angels in the camp seem to be going to the demons' residence more often lately, and it's basically not retaliatory behavior like fighting or seeking revenge.

Judging from their behavior, it seems that these angels were there to satisfy their curiosity about the customs and lifestyle of the demons.

Incidentally, since the demons have been stationed in the Hongmeng Galaxy for several years, and the spatial units within Shangqing City are rich in both resources and land.

As a result, many demons began to settle in this Star Fortress, and in doing so, they spread the customs and traditions of the Taotie, Sirius, the Yiren Civilization, and Kunsa.

In the past, even survival was not guaranteed; everyone was constantly on the run.

Now that the demons have a rare moment of leisure, their sense of hope for rebuilding their homes has led these old comrades, who have left their homes, to showcase their unique skills and professions.

As a result, the resulting Demon Street left both Atrox, the legion commander, and Morgana, the Demon Queen, somewhat dumbfounded.

The fusion of cultures, the atmosphere of each region growing wildly, and the bizarre lifestyles, professions, and byproducts ignited a strong interest in visiting these angels who were used to a mundane life in Merlot.

Even more absurdly, the scoundrels on Devil Street actually do business with angels.

There are also a variety of ways to pay the bill.

They're responsible for collecting the corpses of Void Creature; if that's not possible, what about Dark Silver ore, Gene Serum, or even just putting prices on angel feathers and their armor and weapons?

In addition, some demons from feudal planets, after becoming rich, thoughtfully paid their Demon Queen a tithe.

According to Atrox, the demons in the streets were not only preaching in secret, but also maliciously instigating these angels to risk their lives to hunt Void Creature or sell their valuable possessions.

This can be seen as a way to weaken the opponent and strengthen oneself.

Holy crap! Is this the only way to play the game besides fighting these little bitches to the bitter end?

Morgana suddenly felt her head was spinning, and her worldview had been completely overturned.

The Demon Queen was confused and subconsciously asked a question.

"Who came up with this idea? It's so malicious!"

"Uh, it's something the brothers figured out from listening to stories..."

"Story?"

"Didn't the Void Creature cause a few small-scale disturbances recently? When Lord Kevin and his brothers were fighting side by side, to keep everyone entertained, he told some local religious stories, something like the Bible."

That's it?

"There are some scenes in it where the devil tempts angels and saints, and Lord Kevin also says that powerful enemies are often destroyed from within."

"It sounded interesting, so we wanted to give it a try."

"If you don't like it, I'll tell those brats to stop causing trouble!"

Atrox asked cautiously, secretly observing Her Majesty the Queen's reaction.

Having experienced numerous void wars, large and small, he was completely convinced and convinced of the second-in-command of the Demon Legion.

Therefore, the straightforward Sword Demon did not want this matter to involve a certain upright angel brother.

At this moment, Morgana's face remained blank with shock and confusion for a long time. It wasn't until Atrox reminded her several times that she finally came to her senses and murmured to herself.

"What else did that kid say?"

According to the Bible, angels and demons are two sides of the same coin; one is born of light, and the other originates from darkness, just like the alternating day and night of the planets...

The world is not simply black and white. Without the contrast of darkness, no one would appreciate the hard-won light; without the comparison of light, no one would know how to restrain the madness within the darkness...

"Furthermore, Lord Kevin also said that if it weren't for some accidents, demons were Oldest One angels, and we and the angels would have explored different directions of life's evolution together, becoming the black and white that govern the two sides of the universe."

Atrox hesitated slightly, but under Morgana's intense gaze, he dared not hide anything and told her the truth in detail.

Immediately, the invincible Sword Demon on the battlefield showed a conflicted expression.

"Your Queen, I would like to know, are our genes truly..."

"You believe me?"

Morgana frowned and asked in return, while Atrox lowered his head and responded seriously.

"I believe whatever the Queen says!"

"Then let's say that..."

The Demon Queen gave a vague response, then pressed her temples and waved for Atrox to get lost.

Before leaving, Sword Demon cautiously sought Morgana's opinion.

"Then, Your Queen, will you continue doing business on the street?"

"Do it! It's just a matter of talking; it could save many demons from dying. Why not do it!"