On Christmas Eve, year 1036 of the magical calendar, snowflakes were falling.
The little beggar fell on the carpet formed by the accumulation of snow.
"Why don't you call the name of Jesus?"
The little beggar trembled with purple lips, and the snow-white and cold hexagonal crystal penetrated into his mouth.
"Dying child, I am very satisfied with your answer. As the twenty-sixth generation of demon king, I name you Lucifer III. The morning star will light the way forward."
On Christmas Eve, Year 1300 of the Magical Calendar, snowflakes were raised.
The twenty-seventh generation Demon King used his iron cavalry to break through the human city wall.
At the highest point of the Holy City, declare.
"God is dead!"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
