Chapter 864 Lucifer appears!Ciri looked in shock at the man who had fought off the angel and saved Jeanne.

Joan of Arc stood up in confusion, looked at the repelled angel, and then looked at the man who saved her.

The other person had short silver hair, blue eyes, deep facial features and a cool elegance.

The outer combination is a well-tailored black suit, paired with a dark red tie or scarf, and occasionally embellished with silver accessories, which has both a majestic temperament and a lazy temperament.

The wings behind him are six-winged, and he holds a silver staff with a ruby ​​on the top.

The attack that the opponent just released was released by the ruby ​​in his silver staff.

"Who is he?"

Ciri put away her steel sword and asked Zatanna while looking at the mysterious and elegant man cautiously.

Zatanna looked at the mysterious man with a look of shock on her face.

She had completely guessed who the other person was, but she didn't dare to say his name.

Judging from the other person's appearance and dress, it is undoubtedly Lucifer!

Lucifer, that man!

She knew how terrible the other person was.

Lucifer is an extremely scary guy.

This guy possesses supreme arrogance and wisdom.

As God's most perfect creation, Lucifer is extremely arrogant and despises all rules and authority. He often taunts his opponents in a condescending manner. For example, he threatened Sandman, a member of the Endless family: "I can kill all the demons in hell without any effort."

At the same time, Lucifer possesses extraordinary strategic abilities and is good at exploiting the weaknesses of others to achieve his goals, such as making a deal with the wizard Merlin to deal with the civil strife in Hell.

And she had heard from Constantine that Lucifer was also a contradictory and complex person.

He was tired of the eternal rule of hell and pursued free will. After giving up the throne, he ran a piano bar "Lux" in Los Angeles, observing the world as a bystander. He seemed cynical on the surface, but was confused about the "meaning of existence" in his heart.

Moreover, this devil of hell follows a unique "code of honor": never lie, keep promises, and repay debts, but his indifference to life makes his behavior full of cold rationality.

"I am Lucifer."

Lucifer heard what Ciri said, and smiled, saying to everyone: "Or you can also call me Satan."

"Hello, my niece."

Lucifer then turned his gaze to the stunned Elaina and said to her, "I'm sorry, as your uncle, I frightened you, Elaina."

"And you, are you Bayonetta?"

Then he turned his gaze to Theresa and the little Shiba Inu doll she was riding, with a smile on his face.

"A mysterious creature, and a natural born witch!"

He gave Theresa an admiring look.

"If you were not Peter Padrick's daughter, I would have taken you away as a witch from hell."

Theresa snorted unhappily, "I won't go with you, my body and soul belong to my daddy!"

"Really? But your soul is not simple."

As a fallen angel, Lucifer possesses nearly omnipotent power. He sees through Bayonetta's true nature - Theresa is half human, half angel, and possesses powerful magic.

Lucifer was immediately intrigued by her dual ancestry.

He liked this existence that challenged the boundary between heaven and hell.

"A half-demon, half-angel hybrid... is more interesting than I thought."

Lucifer said to Theresa, "But the cracks in your soul will consume you sooner or later. Heaven and Hell are waiting for you to collapse so that they can divide up the wreckage."

"I am becoming more and more curious about what kind of creator Peter is, to give birth to a being like you who challenges the boundaries between heaven and hell."

Shaking his head, Lucifer walked directly into the abandoned factory under Theresa's shocked and puzzled gaze.

Lucifer walked in under the moonlight.

His black suit was spotless, and his silver hair flowed on his shoulders like molten mithril.

at the same time.

Sanderfeng was being beaten back step by step by Peter.

Peter used the energy of God on the one hand, and the power of ruby ​​on the other, constantly creating props to attack him.

Despite being a fallen angel with great strength, he still suffered terribly from Peter's attack.

The released holy light and the corrupt energy from hell were powerless against the man in front of him.

He even suspected that the other party was some lord of hell who appeared out of nowhere, or that Gabriel was in disguise.

Otherwise, why would this new god of sleep have the power of faith, and the divine energy he emits is more powerful and pure than his own.

"stop!"

After being whipped again, he endured the pain and asked Peter in disbelief, "Who are you? Peter Padrick! Even the Sandman doesn't have the power you have. Who are you?"

Being suspected of being a god, Peter was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "God? No, I am not a god. If you insist, I am the faith of Zaun."

"Zuan?"

"Yes, the power of Zaun's faith."

Before he finished speaking, Peter whipped the other person away again.

The power of faith in Peter's body comes from Zaun.

Before, the belief of Zaun was the Phoenix Girl. But since the Night of Souls, when Peter's statue drove away the corrupted monsters in the darkness, he became the patron saint of Zaun, Piltover, and nearby Bilgewater after the Phoenix Girl Janna.

Now in Shurima, Peter's name has spread throughout the coast of Shurima.

The residents of Oshlawazuan are the most ardent believers.

They relied on calm seas to bring trading ships to the city's port.

Statues and shrines were erected in gratitude for Peter's kindness and for driving the monsters of the Night of Souls away, and even now that Noxus has annexed the city, these displays of faith continue.

Relying on this power of faith, Peter will possess a more refined power of faith than Sanderfeng.

Specifically, Peter's divine power became even stronger, and the silver whip with the power of faith made him suffer terribly.

It even made Sanderfeng wonder if Peter was a farmer in the past, and the whip he whipped was like the serfs working in the fields.

And this whipping technique is extremely skillful!

Another whip was lashed out, and Sanderfeng became even angrier.

After hearing the sound from behind, Peter's silver divine whip froze half an inch away from Sanderfeng's body.

He turned around and saw the silver-haired man walking towards the two of them.

Seeing the other person's dress and temperament, Peter immediately guessed his identity - Lucifer!

Why is this guy here?!

Peter's brow furrowed.

At the same time, the pupils of Sanderfeng, the fallen angel, shrank into needle points in an instant.

He saw the man who frightened him appear here.

Lucifer, who was being stared at by the two men, didn't even look at Sanderfeng, but just bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground.

"Killing people with weapons I once used."

Lucifer's voice seemed to make the air frost, "What a lack of imagination, Sanderfeng."

This dagger is the weapon that Lucifer once used in Hell.

Sanderfeng, who appeared in the form of an old man with silver hair, retreated back in fear.

But soon his backward steps were tripped by the chains of divine energy released by Peter.

Sanderfeng, with sweat oozing out of his head, suddenly saw Lucifer's cane tapping the ground lightly.

The gravity of the entire factory suddenly flipped, and Sandwind was stuck to the ceiling like a moth nailed to a specimen board.

A dull "bang" sound rang out in the air, and rust and broken glass cut thousands of bloody marks on his skin.

"you can not……"

Sanderfeng's voice was squeezed and distorted, "I am an angel... I am God."

Lucifer finally looked up at him.

What burned in those blue eyes was not rage, but some more terrifying emptiness - like the nothingness before the birth of the universe, or something even more terrifying than that.

"You are not a messenger of God."

Lucifer used a dagger to cut Michael's chains. "Get out of here now, or I don't mind killing you. You know, it doesn't take much effort for me to kill you. Also, don't try to target my niece in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sanderfeng was instantly knocked out by a powerful force.

When Sanderfeng fell to the ground, Lucifer had already picked up Michael.

The archangel's tattered wings hung outside his arms, and golden blood soaked the lining of his suit.

Peter looked at this willful devil and his expression became a little serious.

The power of this demon king is so strong that he actually subdued Sanderfeng in an instant.

"Let's go, Sandman."

Lucifer shouted to Peter and asked him to follow him.

Seeing Peter coming out, Elaine and the others didn't know the situation and looked at Peter in confusion.

"Let's go."

Peter patted his daughter's head and asked them to follow him.

Several people walked in the moonlight.

Lucifer's car stopped in front of an abandoned church.

He laid Michael flat on the back seat and lit a cigar, the sparks illuminating the fine lines at the corners of his eyes.

Then he turned around, took out a handkerchief from his arms, asked Joan of Arc to come over, and wiped the sweat from her cheeks.

"Elaine, you learned two things tonight: First, don't leave your back to something that breathes; second, ..."

Lucifer said as he gently pulled Jeanne into his arms.

Joan of Arc heard his heartbeat - slow, heavy, like the surging magma in the deepest part of hell.

"…Secondly," his voice was muffled by his silver hair, "I will always be late."

Lucifer said with a complicated expression while holding his niece.

(End of this chapter)