No, it should be that their words and deeds are on the right track of history, so how can they correct it.

You think you are changing the past, but in fact you are just conforming to history.

Just now, Mammon was still wondering why there was no violent turmoil in time and space since Lord Demon King was playing so big this time, but now everything is clear.

Fuck, there is something wrong with this guy Hermes, a big problem.

First of all, there is absolutely no problem with the concept of lies that I gave myself, so the problem can only arise in the gravel that Lucifer took out in the first place.

He was very curious at the beginning how those things that looked like just tattered ordinary gravel could make perfect dolls, but the damn hairy angel just pretended to be the Riddler and didn't speak.

Now He has enlightened.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, that's a relic of the true god, a relic of a saint, I..."

In the Demon King's Palace, the roar of the Demon God resounded.

And in the abyss, a handsome angel with twelve jet-black wings suddenly sneezed.

"Tsk, who is thinking of me again? Is it Adam? Well, I haven't played games with him for a long time. Why don't you find someone to hang out with him?"

This devil with an extremely terrifying aura muttered like this.

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On the other side, the era of the Dragon King, the City of Night.

After enjoying the dinner happily, Dorothy had a good sleep at Fenrir's house, and she even had a strange dream.

In the dream, she was a pile of rubble, and then she was turned into a doll by two terrifying beings, and then thrown into this sinful city. Everything she could see was filthy.

Until one day a giant of light came here and stretched out his hand towards her.

"Do you want to be my daughter?"

At this time, the doll, which had been stained black by the silt, smiled sweetly, and then held the giant's hand.

"Hermes has been wandering for half her life, homeless, and just wants to have a family. If her father-in-law doesn't abandon her, I would like to be her adoptive father."

The unintentional clay doll said so.

Although the giant of light stared hard, he didn't say anything in the end. He just sighed and took the clay doll home.

The two spent a wonderful time just like a real father and daughter.

Until one day, the clay doll stabbed a sharp knife into the heart of the old giant.

At that moment, the clay doll, which was splashed with blood from the giant's heart, was very calm. After all, everything was just the master's task.

She had no intention and naturally had no emotions.

However, the doll that completed the task did not leave immediately. She still lived in the giant's home as usual, living her life day after day.

But from that day on, she often thought of the dying giant's calm and gentle eyes at the end.

"Thanks."

The guy even said this to her in the end.

Why should I thank her? Human beings seem to say this kind of thing only after receiving help, so did I help him in anything?

Is he also a doll? Otherwise, why would he be so calm?

The clay doll, who was supposed to be careless, began to be confused, and then felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

She began to no longer want to stay in this home with traces of giants.

It happened that she also received a new mission from her masters, and left the home where she had lived for 30 years.

Well, it was only thirty years. She waited for such a long time to wait for the giant to weaken. It was only when the giant no longer had the strength to raise his hand that she took action cautiously.

Although she felt that if she didn't take action, the giant of light probably wouldn't survive that day.

Gee, humans are really fragile existences.

She sighed with emotion, and then saw the next mission target.

It was a dark witch who looked like mud.

However, Miss Doll frowned subconsciously.

She doesn't like this guy.

Um...what do you mean you don't like it?

Miss Doll said confused.

She touched her chest and felt that she had undergone some indescribable changes.

Why doesn't she like this witch? Aren't they the same kind? They are both made of mud.

Miss Doll was confused again.

She looked down at her hands and saw that they were all bright red.

Suddenly she started to hate herself too.

So, what is disgusting?
Chapter completed!