Chapter 86: True Death

At the same time, in a hidden bookstore within the black market.

"The Great War of Angels and Demons?" Yurong Tao murmured to himself as he blew the dust away from the surface of the book. 

It was a hardcover book as thick as his arm, with two figures illustrated on the front. One radiated a brilliant white halo, while the other was enveloped in dark mist, locked in a fierce clash. It seemed to exude a unique allure, which captured his attention in the first place. But Belial, without even looking up from the book he was reading, told him lazily,

"Eyy, put that down. It's a book written by Lucifer. You will find nothing but bullshit inside."

Yurong Tao snapped his head to him. "What."

"What?" Belial asked in return, nonchalant. 

"The book is written by… Lucifer? As in that Lucifer?"

"Of course," the fallen angel snorted, his lips twisting into a darkly amused smirk. "Do you know another bastard who goes by that name?"