My Wife Is the Devil

“Twitter.”

Tongue-knocking sounds from the Inquisitor’s mouth harshly.

Frowning his brow, the man who had always destroyed evil with ease, rolled the earth and desperately avoided the trace of the pink sword.

Holy sword nerondir.

I thought it was just an unbreakable sword, but looking at the pink blade of the holy sword, which always showed only a pure white color when held in his hand, Julius had to feel the cold sweat running down his cheek.

“I didn’t know the world was scary, and he ran rampant, and he was just a man like this.”

beautiful. it is dominating cruel

Jeepnel wields a Nerondir to strike his neck without even blinking an eye even though his older sister, Taphnell’s agent, is an opponent.

The holy sword that emits infinite divine power from her hand and the petals blooming around her heart make each other resonate, creating an explosive and overwhelming wave of flowers.

Even the golden flame that engulfs everything, shrugs off its body in the infinite rush and twists its body in the air like a clown’s skill. I was even sweating.

“…you will kill me and try to seal Cecil again.”

While avoiding the flames with only an inch of distance, Julius returned with a calm voice and spoke to her quietly.

As he slowly began to ‘adapt’ to this situation, Jeepnell wiped the smile off my face, raising his chin and uttering words as if it was natural.

“It makes sense. I don’t know what role it plays in the saint’s plan, so the simplest solution is to confine and seal the whole body in eternal emptiness…”

-bang!

A golden brilliance passed through the pink flames in an instant and brushed the Jeepnel’s face.

Unable to comprehend the situation, he trembled and then the angel of charity spread his white wings and floated in the air.

“… Indeed, there was such a thing.”

Julius pours the brilliance emanating from his heart into a circle and constantly pours it towards him, just like children throwing water swallows.

You might think it’s a ridiculous sight, but the angel had to stick his tongue out at the sight of him who had already begun to destroy [Infinity].

When the brilliance of gold poured out for the first time loses its power before the baptism of infinity, the next brilliance flies from behind and hits the brilliance that lost power, and the series of processes repeats infinitely.

A nonsensical technique that seems to express the disposition of a man who is just being honest and moving forward.

Jeepnell, who flew higher and higher while avoiding the brilliance masses flying towards him through infinity, fell into thought.

The powers of charity and love are definitely compatible with him.

If it goes on like this, no matter how much Julius Tafnel is, he will eventually get tired.

However…

“die!!!”

From afar, a woman who raises her blackened fist towards her agent.

If Cecil Lionelta kills Talia and joins him, my defeat is certain.

Feeling his self-esteem starting to crack, Jeepnell, who slowly raised the pink-colored holy sword, looked at the inquisitor who was aiming for him on the ground, and declared.

“Anyway, it won’t be easy to defeat you in this state.”

“It’s not easy, it’s impossible. I will surely bring you down for my love.”

Julius, who speaks out his beliefs without hesitation, and Telmere, who once showed unbroken beliefs toward himself, overlapped for an instant.

The angel of charity, who did not like even that momentary moment, began to draw out the true power of the Holy Sword.

Holy flames in the shape of petals that begin to swirl around the holy sword.

Julius, who felt that even the inquisitor’s uniform, well-equipped, was slowly burning, drew out the power of belief and wrapped his body itself in the brilliance of gold.

The moment when I honestly tried to receive all of the infinite baptism in my body.

“The power of punishment.”

[scaffold]

The splendid flames dyed in pink drive away the pink that had dyed my body with a single word of her, and repaint my body with the color of the blue sea reminiscent of the ocean.

“…what!”

Blue flames spread around the angel of love, and the time that flowed slowly like water was robbed of God’s grace and froze in the blink of an eye.

A dagger that stings.

The golden flames in Julius’ body quickly melted his frozen body.

“In a fight, a moment is always precious.”

In the blink of an eye, Jeepnell, who had landed in front of him, wielded a holy sword dyed blue.

A nerondir that flies along the path of the water.

The blond-haired man, who thought that he could not avoid the green blade, threw all the brilliance flowing through his body down to his feet and rolled his feet dynamically.

-bang!

Julius was able to get out of the crisis thanks to the angel who was disorganized as the void land, which could not withstand the battle of the monsters and began to crack, was completely shattered, and the ground he was stepping on collapsed.

“… I thought it was a fatal move, but even avoiding this, my noble self-esteem doesn’t make any sense.”

Jeepnel took out only one of the three pairs of wings and flew away.

I turned my head to look at Thalia and the filthy demon for a moment, and saw the ancient demon grabbing the young Inquisitor’s collar, whispering in her ear, exuding a strange aura.

“… Another unsuccessful work.”

When the ancient demons were released into the hands of a saint, he was the one who watched with the most attention.

The King’s Nightmare, Nirhill.

Being one with Cecil Lionelta, it is a monster capable of swaying, ridiculing, and fooling people’s hearts.

It is a self-evident fact that Thalia will not be able to hold on and collapse if it takes too much time.

– Saah

A strange sound like flowing sand.

With Jeepnell, who had been lost in thought for a while, a golden brilliance took on the shape of a large snake and came to consume her with the divine power of [Infinite].

‘…This is similar to the power of Nirhill…’

The powers of angels and demons are essentially the same.

I hate to admit it, and it is unpleasant just thinking about it, but the truth of the Romans that has not changed.

– Kwaduk

Julius succeeded in injuring the angel’s waist while mimicking his wife, Cecil Lionelta’s special skill.

Jeepnell, who felt a sharp pain rising from his brilliance fangs-studded waist, swung his holy sword and cut the golden serpent in half, looked down at him and smiled.

“Hey, I’ve been watching you for a long time, but I’ve never seen you use brilliance in this way.”

“It is said that a couple resembles each other while living together.

Cecil used his divine power to create small birds, just as he used magic to create evil creatures.

Julius, who noticed this at the tavern, showed the use of brilliance that he had never done before in order to outwit the angel.

The power of belief emanating from the heart [golden].

The golden flashes that swallow up the whole world are thinly stretched and woven like a skein of thread, drawing the image of a beautiful bird.

The advent of golden birds resembling the pure white birds that bloomed from Cecil’s hand.

The sound of burning flames sounds like the chirping of a lark, and each flap of its wings devours the pinkish deity of Infinity and begins to rush towards the jeepnel.

overwhelming talent.

sublime love.

Even though he used the power of the Holy Sword to break through, Jeepnell, who slowly began to be pushed into the defense, gently closed his eyes and fell into thought.

Hundreds of brilliance gods flying towards you.

About three minutes until Thalia catches Cecil.

“…I’m going to hit you in the neck with just one shot.”

Slowly and gracefully holding the Nerondir in my right hand, Jeepnel put all of the infinite divinity that had been splendidly spread into the Holy Sword.

Julius, who felt the unusual atmosphere and crisis, shot even the last brilliance squeezed out of his heart and aimed at her wings…

That blunt judgment determined his defeat.

-Perok

Blood gushed from the wings of the jeepnel pierced by the brilliance, and the angel of love, who felt my body leaning, twisted my body that was slowly falling apart, and wielded the holy sword dyed in ink.

“I knew it would be you. You look like a man who is brittle, so you were trying to show mercy to me.”

Confident that he would not kill himself, Jeepnell did not try to block the flying spear of brilliance, and put all of his infinite divine power into the holy sword and delivered the final blow to strike the head of the inquisitor who was mad about love.

The angel of death, the power of Lionelta.

[vacuity]

The divine power of ink that devours existence devoured all of Tafnel’s brilliance that flew in the air, and a slash different from the playful power that Lionelta had shown flew towards him.

Seeing this, Julius fires a pure white flame and hurries himself to escape.

Jeepnell, who was looking behind him like that, muttered indifferently.

“Are you okay? Behind you is Cecil and Thalia. By the way.”

After you evade, even if my surrogate is, will your wife’s body be safe?

Tak–.

The power of death that flies in a bizarrely silent way.

However, her words echoed clearly in the interrogator’s ear, stopping him.

A fleeting moment that cuts the diagonal line.

If you dodge this blow right now, you can use a spark to neutralize the Jeepnell.

Julius, who made that decision in an instant, without any hesitation…

Gathering the feeble flames left in his heart, he looked at the power of the flying ink with determination.

‘You must be stupid.’

Jeepnell gave a twisted smile as he looked at his pathetic end, as if he was giving his life just because he couldn’t see the body of the woman he loved being broken.

The pure white flame from Julius’s hand stopped the flying void for a while, but eventually he lost his strength and collapsed due to the rush of subversive power.

.

.

No, the bluish ‘Holy Water’ swallowed his whole body.

“…that’s… no way!”

The jeepnel flew up again by folding the wings that were torn while falling and spreading new ones.

Her beautiful face is contorted like a demon, and a petty priestess who vomits blood from behind and wields her powers.

Sadly, the purple eyes of an unbeliever who has been chosen to inherit the power of Rom but do not obey Telmere’s words are reflected in her eyes.

“… Emily Lidina!”

Looking at the angel of love looking down on her with a chewing force, Emily, a heavy-duty priest with her silver hair tied back roughly and vomiting blood, did not put a cigarette out of her mouth.

“It’s been a while, Jeepnel! I haven’t seen you since I was baptized.”

“… … like insignificant creatures.”

Before entering the void, Jeepnell found Liliana and Emily who had been hiding the body of a giant serpent created by the nightmare, wrapped around them with the power of [Infinity] and literally ‘throwing’ them to the opposite side of the city.

It would have taken at least half a day to come back if it was Rana Hill, who couldn’t do anything other than eating, and Emily, who couldn’t do anything other than making holy water.

Feeling more anger at the messed up plans than being disturbed, Zipnell frowned as she pointed at the priestess with the pure white blade of Nerondir in her hand.

“…what kind of magic did you use to come back here?”

“When it comes to heavenly beings, I grew up hearing that they are omnipotent and omnipotent. Let’s figure it out.”

The angel, who became uncomfortable with his characteristic cheeky tone that made people angry, dyed the holy sword in his hand golden, then swung it lightly and blown away Emily’s upper body.

A priestess who could not even moan and died instantly.

Jeepnell, who had killed the woman so cruelly and horribly, desperately shook his head, wary of Julius, who was holding himself behind me.

How on earth could a priest on the other side of the city come to this place?

She shook her head while exhaling a few breaths, but within that short time, she finally reached the correct answer.

“…Lana Hill. That’s what swallowed you up.”

The power of holy water to fix the broken things is purple, and the corpse fragments are forcibly gathered together. He shook his head and nodded.

“I heard from the Countess. The Great Mountain Serpent only devours everything foolishly, and this is the past, a piece of the void devoured by that legendary demon.”

“…the void from which demons were born is everywhere and nowhere.”

Rana Hill appeared in this world by the magic of Nir Hill.

The real Lana Hill that resides in the body of the Countess.

Two serpents, one void.

Like a petty thief sneaking through the back door, Emily entered the void through another Lanahill’s mouth.

It’s like a well-written script.

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Maybe it was Aran, maybe it was Rana Hill, maybe it was, and maybe it was magic, and he summoned a mountain serpent.

Unpleasant feeling of being in a bog.

With a creepy sensation as if something was crawling on her body, Zipnell involuntarily looked at Cecil from afar, pulling Thalia’s hair.

There’s no way that stupid woman hanging her head on the love of my husband, Julius Tafnel, could plan this.

Then all that’s left…

– Huh, playing with angels was quite a fun game. To be able to see my husband’s handsome face, let me thank you.

“…Nirhil, you filthy demon!”

An ancient demon who looked into the future and played with even his half, Cecil.

Hearing Nirhill’s laughter, the angel’s face distorted, and the holy sword Nerondir in her hand trembled with magic and began to radiate divine power like crazy.

“… nothing will change. Here, I will seal up Cecil Lionelta and Nirhill, who resisted death by beating Julius Tafnel on the head, and set Rome’s prestige and Telmere’s law right, and set the world’s chaos!”

The angel and the holy sword slowly begin to turn pink again, exhaling explosive energy.

The power of the Jeepnell, which is now in contact with infinity and begins to take on the same energy as fresh blood.

unavoidable overwhelming force.

However, there was someone who regained his composure in front of him,

Julius Tafnell, a blond-haired man who had regained some energy by the holy water, swept through my wet hair once, then slowly picked up the coat that was rolling at his feet.

“…not bad.”

The black coat worn by his beloved half, Cecil Lionelta, had fallen to the ground before he knew it and had been ripped and soiled in a fierce battle.

It’s a miraculous situation to be fully equipped with who I am.

Putting on a coat that was neatly tailored to his body, he smiled satisfactorily as he felt her sweet milk scent, which is now faint enough to be called faint.

“Cryle, if you were here, you probably would have said something like this.”

Don’t make it complicated, idiot, life is always simple.

Recalling the words of a close friend of mine who always passed things roughly and moderately, I glanced behind him.

“die!!!”

“You must die, you filthy demon!!!”

Two women who never tire and clench their fists at each other.

When I looked at Cecil, who clenched his teeth and wrinkled his brow, while shouting with an arrogant voice, somehow laughter came out.

It must be a serious situation. For some reason, I feel like my head is infinitely clear.

-Shoot aah

A horrifying noise as if the blades were being sharpened.

The voice of death, the flowers of fresh blood, unfolding from the hands of the angels of charity and love.

Thanks to Priest Emily’s baptism with holy water, the vitality of the body has returned, but the brilliance of Tafnel, the angel of faith in the heart, has long since reached the bottom.

In the situation of the middle ages, the color of the sword was getting darkened by the holy sword.

If so, the way to break through this ordeal now is simple.

“… come.”

The pendulum tilted by the holy sword.

If that’s the case, bringing that handsome holy sword would be enough.

“…Nerondir.”

Slowly and leisurely, Julius raised his hand and held out his right hand toward the holy sword as if shaking hands.

His hands were wrapped in a black bandage made of magic, tied by his lovely wife, Cecil.

“…you are disqualified. As long as you fall for the devil’s whispers and enter the path of corruption, the Holy Sword will not answer your call!”

Red petals spinning fiercely with a force to rip even the air, emitting a brilliant red light.

The infinite divine power that summoned the world as it wrapped around the holy sword raged endlessly, trying to rip the body of the heretical inquisitor in front of me.

“…Come, Nerondir.”

“no use. How many times do I have to say it for you to understand!”

“Come, Nerondir.”

“… something like an idiot, just let him stop breathing.”

Jeepnel draws the raised holy sword slowly, as if drawing a line with a pen.

With her hand, waves of red petals also fell over his head,

“Come, Nerondir.”

The bright red holy sword held in the angel’s hand, the blade of Nerondir, regained its pure white and pure color in an instant, and disappeared from Jeepnel’s hand like a mirage in midsummer.

“…what is this…”

incomprehensible situation.

Obviously, Julius Tafnel was disqualified. But the holy sword answered his call, what the hell is this…

A stream of cold sweat running down the angel’s pretty cheeks.

The sight reflected in her pinkish eyes is a man holding a holy sword and slowly raising his hand.

After Telmere, he was the second most powerful human ever to draw a holy sword.

Julius Tafnel felt the chill of the white sword in his hand and began to bring out the brilliance of his heart.

A different feeling than back then.

Unlike the old days when it was just a hard and unbreakable sword, today’s Nerondir showed him all of his power generously.

“…I saw how it was written. Thank you for teaching me personally.”

Angel Jeepnel.

A drop of brilliance flowing through the holy sword.

The last piece of power wrung out by a dry heart glows, gradually driving away the golden light that has colored my body and adorning myself with the color of cherry blossom petals.

A handful of divinity constantly increases, and eventually unfolds [Infinity].

He took a deep breath, feeling the power of the endless power flowing through the holy sword.

Bet everything at this one time.

No, if not once, twice, if not twice, then three times.

For my beloved wife, Cecil Lionelta.

I stake my heart and cut the evil in front of my eyes.

“Cryle, let me impersonate you for a moment.”

Julius, who had a playful smile, lightly swung his holy sword, and this time, a chill that freezes even time emanates from the nerondir, which has turned blue this time.

“…that’s dangerous, stop it…”

only one count.

The current situation where Julius’ numbers, which he couldn’t understand, returned as daggers.

Jeepnel, who was looking at it with helpless, empty eyes, hastily begins to summon my divine power.

The black light that drives away the pink and takes its place again.

Jeepnell, who felt his beautiful black hair slowly dyeing his hair, calmly began to think about the next move.

‘If I enter the battle for dominance, the Holy Sword will eventually come into my hands. Once I block that blow, I summon that one again…’

“Ugh! Francis!”

The voice of an annoying woman who had forgotten.

The legendary unicorn hidden in the call of the immortal priest Emily reveals her body, and the priestess, who jumps on the body of the divine beast, grabs the angel’s wings and hangs down.

“ね! let this go! Poor things that forgot the teachings of Telmere and entered the path of heresy!”

“Julius! Don’t mind me and cut down Jeepnel-sama!”

Emily struggles with her legs while holding onto the angel’s wings.

As the heavenly feathers woven with divinity set its body on fire, the flesh begins to melt,

It was not enough to break the heart of a mother who burned herself to death for her child,

“… Priest Emily, Jeepnel, I am sorry. Please do not forgive my rudeness.”

Raynel’s power from the holy sword in the hand of the heretic inquisitor, who shudders unluckily until the end, completely frozen the power that returned to Jeepnell’s body.

“No no! I have to win, I can’t let those poor things come alive!”

Now, the blade of Nerondir, which emits a light so intense that it hurts the eyes, slowly turns golden.

“Telmere, Telmere! I, I must punish the foolish people who have rejected your teachings…”

Julius’s hand bounced lightly and shot a blow like the blazing sun towards the angel.

The brilliance of the beliefs flying towards you.

The appearance of the holy sword that resembles the one used by Telmere back in the day.

This time, looking at the flames aiming for the heart and not the wings, Jeepnell let out a low sigh.

“…I’m sorry, your last request. I couldn’t listen.”

‘Lord Zipnell, please lead men to kindness and love, and watch over fools, lest they be swallowed up by their own wickedness.’

An angel who sheds tears as he recalls the face of a saint who ended his short life in his arms.

Her heart is pierced through her heart, and a golden flame engulfs the angel’s body.

– Am I wrong? Please tell me the answer, Telmere.

Her eyes close slowly.

The last question that came to mind was the angel’s question to the saint.

Her questions don’t reach anyone and just disappear into nothingness.

puck–.

The Angel of Charity, who was trying to slay the priest and the devil, fell helplessly over the earth.