Being a blood demon in Terra? I have it in my lifetime!

"——Repay!"

Fiammetta, who had been sleeping like a bear, suddenly woke up and found that it was late at night and the party had ended long ago. She was supposed to be on the sofa in the living room, but inexplicably she was lying on the bed in her dormitory.

"Uh...was it a dream...never mind, now that things have come to this, let's go to sleep first."

Fiammetta lay back down.

It won't be long before she and Mastema return to Lateran. In order to prevent Mastema from cosplaying as Grand Theft Auto, she must ensure that she gets a good rest.

At this time, Fiammetta has not yet realized the seriousness of the matter and still has good expectations for tomorrow.

……

Day and night rotate continuously on the land of Terra, and everyone has something to do.

The emperor, who was away for a concert, finally returned to Longmen after a tour and kicked open the door of the Penguin Logistics dormitory on time during the weekend.

"Girls, come and welcome your king—"

Texas and the others are no longer surprised by the Emperor's fixed lines of dialogue that seem like an NPC.

In response, the cursing emperor kicked into the dormitory like a beast patrolling his territory.

Looking around, the emperor suddenly discovered that several of his employees were missing.

"Where did Mostima go?"

"She said she received a message from Rutland, so she went back to Rutland with Sister Fat Duck - damn, why didn't she take me with her when she went back to Rutland? Am I not Sakota?"

The isolated Archangel hammered the pillow on the sofa in frustration.

The emperor ignored the grievances of the Angel and continued to ask:

"What about Lucifer? Hasn't he returned from Kazdel yet?"

On the way back, the emperor made a special trip to Kazdel, but did not find any trace of Lucifer.

He can't stay in Ursus forever, right?

"He came back two days ago, but he went to Lateran with Mastema again."

"what?"

Texas replied with a deadpan expression, but it nearly caused the Emperor's sunglasses to hit the ground.

"What the hell is he doing in Lateran? Going to a dungeon?"

"do not know."

Texas and Nine shrugged.

They never understood Lucifer's logic, but they respected him.

Maybe Lucifer just wanted to have a bite of authentic Lateran dessert or get the same halo and wings as Sakota for free. We can only say that this is what Lucifer is like.

"Well, let him be. Can he take down Lateran?"

262

Chapter 262: The arrogant fat duck is so cute.

"Mastema! Are you awake?!"

In the wilderness between Longmen and Rutland, a carload of people was stopping to rest.

At the beginning, Fiammetta, who was roaring with war, transformed into an angry bird on the spot and raised sharp questions to Mostima and Lucifer who was OMO on the side.

"Is that apple pie made by the Angel of Exorcism running through your mind? Why would you even think of bringing him with you to Rutland?!"

Fiammetta, with a blushing face, pointed at Lucifer next to Mostima, but Lucifer, who was singled out as the enemy, said nothing and just kept chewing Pocky.

If it was just an ordinary Sarkaz, Fiammetta would have thought that Mostima was stinging for law enforcement.

But Lucifer is not just an ordinary Sarkaz, but a blood demon prince! The heir to the royal court recognized by all the royal courts! I'm afraid that the Pope is the only one in Lateran who can defend him alone!

Are you sure letting him into Rutland doesn't mean you're bringing Rupert in?

Seeing that Fiammetta was about to give a warning, Mostima began to explain.

"Well, don't be so excited. You should know that Lucifer is not the kind of bloodthirsty devil who kills innocent people indiscriminately and has a head full of blood. He still has a certain say in Kazdel. Isn't he exactly the talent the Pope is looking for?"

Hearing this, Fiammetta looked at Lucifer with a complicated expression. Although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't find any reason to refute it.

"... Even so, we can't bring him into Lateran openly. It will cause panic among the citizens."

"It's okay, it's okay. Our dear colleague Lucifer is an Agor. Didn't the Archangel not recognize him as a blood demon at first?"

"..."

For a moment, Fiammetta's silence was deafening.

Perhaps the shadow that Lucifer cast on Fiameta was so great that Fiameta forgot that Lucifer's white vest was actually an Agor.

Fiammetta silently turned his head and looked Lucifer up and down.

Well, as long as Lucifer doesn't speak, he looks just like an elegant nobleman, and nothing like the violent and cruel Sarkaz and Blood Demon.

But even so, Fiameta was still a little worried.

If Sakota of Lateran had an argument with Lucifer and accidentally triggered Lucifer's counterattack, there would be a river of blood.

Fiammetta didn't want to see his colleagues in Lateran die, nor did he want to see Lucifer stand against him.

After all, compared to the cruel and tyrannical devil, Lucifer is obviously closer.

Just as Fiammetta was struggling and pulling herself apart, Mostima patted her shoulder.

"Don't worry, everything has to start with a new attempt, just like when we first met Lucifer."

Fiammetta glanced at Mostima, then at Lucifer who was already showing off his third pack of Pocky, and couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

She knew that she couldn't convince Mastema and Lucifer.

"Alas... I don't care what happens then. If the notary office or the Vatican holds you accountable, you will have to explain yourself!"

After saying that, Fiammetta turned his face away, as if to say, "I will never care about you again."

However, just as Fiammetta was gradually letting go, Lucifer, who had been watching the sparring between Phoenix and Kyogre, slowly gave his comments.

"The tsundere fat duck is so cute."

"Well, now that you mention it, there is indeed a sense of contrast."

Mostima twirled his chin, tilted his head, and agreed, completely ignoring Fiammetta's eyes which went dark.

The light in Fiammetta's eyes gradually faded, as if something was broken.

"..."

Otherwise, just kill them here secretly.

……

Finally, Fiammetta sat in the driver's seat and drove with Mostima, Lucifer and a half Sarkaz towards the Holy City of Lateran.

Along the way, Fiammetta kept reviewing the struggle in his mind.

If she hadn't been unable to defeat Lucifer and Mostima, she would have started making trouble a long time ago.

Soon after, a magnificent city suddenly appeared in the sight of the three-person team.

Unlike any capital city Lucifer had ever seen, the Holy City of Lateran gave off a sacred and clean vibe even from a distance.

"Now, Lucifer, do you pray to gods and creators?"

Mostima looked at the silver cross on Lucifer's chest and asked curiously.

Mostima's question also piqued Fiammetta's interest.

You have to know that even the Sakota in the church may not be as "pious" as Lucifer, wearing a cross or amulet every day.

It’s a pity that Lucifer’s answer still disappointed them.

“I pray to myself, and the only one who responds to me is myself.”

As an egoistic warrior of maximum purity, Lucifer has experienced all kinds of monsters, from the souls of the people to the demons, and all kinds of demons and monsters are real.

The cross on his chest is just a symbol of his friendship with others, nothing more.

As for God, Lucifer could only ask him to fire a sniper shot to see his strength.

"That's a really Lucifer-like answer."

"One thing to say, one thing to say, indeed."

If such words came out of Sakota's mouth, he would be taken to the Vatican for at least five hours of verbal education.

As the Crimson King disappeared in a flash, Lucifer and his companions had arrived at the checkpoint at the edge of Lateran. With Fiammetta and Mostima, two of the staff members, leading the way, Lucifer entered Lateran city smoothly with green lights all the way.

Wherever Lucifer looked, he saw Sakota and Libori. Occasionally, a garrison patrolled by, but they did not notice anything unusual about Lucifer.

Mastema put on a hood to hide the Sarkaz horns on his head.

“How does it feel to be here in Rutland?”

Facing Mastema's question, Lucifer narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The lighting is a bit harsh, can you turn off the lights?"

There were bright white buildings everywhere and the halo of Sakota flashing from time to time. Lucifer thought he had really ascended to heaven.

"There's nothing we can do about this, haha."

Mostima smiled cheerfully. Sakota's halo and wings did have a certain influence on her daily living habits. For example, in the middle of the night at Penguin Logistics, one could still see some light seeping out of Angelica's bedroom. If one didn't know, one would think she was secretly eating flash bombs.

The three of them continued to walk around the city for a while, and Fiammetta prepared to discuss the next plan of action.

"Should we report to the notary office first or...wait, where is Lucifer?"

Fiameta, who instantly panicked, looked around and turned around to find that Lucifer was attacking a milk tea shop.

"Boss, I'm from out of town. Let me give you a cup of red bean milk tea to see how strong I am."

"okay!"

Seeing that Lucifer did not look like a local, the middle-aged Sakota excitedly prepared to start smuggling contraband.