God after all

Chapter 102 The Battle of the Dragon and Snake (7)

The cold white light sliced ​​through the two curved and long horns of the dragon's head, and the pair of parts that symbolized authority and dignity were cut into two pieces.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword stabbed downwards, the tip of the sword pierced through the center of the dragon's top, and the blade reached the depths of the skull.

One hit kills, successfully suppressing the leader's restlessness.

The kneeling and half-squatting Leng Ji drew out the blood-stained long sword, and stood up silently.

The slender stream of blood meanders along the sharp blade that shimmers with cold light, and slides tick-tock from the sharp tip.

The killing is not over yet.

The sound of something swimming through the space sounded, and the speed was so fast that it was approaching the left side of Leng Ji.

This is a black tail that moves like lightning, and the cold scales emit an evil dark light. This part of the dragon's body is about six meters long.

When the soft black snake-like dragon tail and Lengji were close at hand, it suddenly stopped in mid-air, and was shot through by a sharp arrow of light, turning into powder.

The nonchalant young man turned his face away and looked at the arrow of light that appeared from the empty space.

The eyes that stared at the light arrow dissipated were actually looking at the flying figure.

The figure rides the wind and soars into the sky, with a pair of golden wings stretched out behind it shining brightly, giving the place filled with the haze of death the warmth of the sun.

"Are you OK?"

Before the figure emitting the holy light approached, the voice had already drifted to the handsome young man who was as cold as ice.

The young man with a slightly sad and lonely expression jumped down from the top of the dragon's head and fell to the ground without saying a word.

The charm of every move reveals a mysterious and noble beauty.

The Goddess of Time looked at the young man standing still in the haze of misty rain, her eyes lost focus for a moment.

"You also saw the dragon head's attack, how to explain this phenomenon?"

It is really rare to ask a question, and it is rare to see a topic that expresses his interest. Muchel is not used to such a cold silence.

"Maybe it's the last dying struggle."

The uncertainty in the words is not convincing, and I am afraid that even she herself will not believe it.

"Where is the Achilles' heel of the dragon?"

Facing Muchel, who came to the rescue in desperation, Leng Ji didn't say a word of thanks, but only asked key questions.

Muchel was not surprised by his indifference to everything. Although he knew that he didn't need to save him with his ability, he still couldn't help being sentimental.

"This is a magical product derived from ancient secret arts. The gods of later generations don't know much about it, let alone where is its fatal weakness? There is no clear record in the forbidden books about the Demon God Century."

Facing such a disappointing answer, Leng Ji remained silent.

The lifeless atmosphere became more dignified, and ominous shadows lingered around.

When the Goddess of Time, who was floating in the air, just landed, she was confronted by a sudden change of circumstances.

As if to fulfill the words of the goddess, the broken limbs of the dragon moved, gathering from all directions along the same place.

The huge bloody torso crawled on the concrete road, dragging a 300-meter-long bloodstain, and stopped in the middle of the wide road.

The flying dragon head is inconceivably connected to the neck of the torso, and then the two wings, four claws, and dragon horns return to their original positions.

These torn limbs and broken arms miraculously healed, and a new one grew out of the place where the dragon's tail was missing, perfectly forming a dragon.

From the super-high speed of moving forward to the organization of various parts, and the quick recovery of the dragon's regeneration ability-even Leng Ji was amazed when he saw it, and emotional colors flashed on his beautiful face.

However, it was only a momentary mood swing, and the ruthless side returned to the cold appearance.

Before Muchel had time to react, he realized that only the afterimage of the young man remained beside him, and his true self had already galloped a hundred meters away.

Perhaps it was an accident, an originally crumbling building collapsed irreversibly, and the dark shadow smashed towards the young man who was speeding on the ground with a crushing force.

Feeling the head-on rush of death, Goddess of Time received a certain image in her retina:

The fast-moving figure swiftly dodges, avoids the collapsed building without any deviation, squats down on the right and jumps high after landing, the hem of the long coat stretching like the black wings of a demon.

The art of rapid change was staged silently, several dark shadows separated from the main body, and the moving trajectory lengthened the distance, approaching the rampaging dragon ahead.

The huge thing glides low and close to the mid-air, and its spread wings cover the earth like a black curtain covering the sky. Wherever it goes, it cuts through the tall buildings on both sides of the road. Countless collapsed buildings are crushed by the huge wings. Press down and collapse.

The ground rumbled and trembled as heavy objects fell to the ground, as if a monster imprisoned underground was roaring.

The roar of the dragon squeezed into the dilapidated streets, and a flaming cloud of fire rolled up in the smoke.

In a fiery bright red light, all the shadows, both real and illusory, were annihilated.

Michel was terrified when he saw it, and instinctively jumped back, retreating to a distance of five meters, ten meters, and twenty meters to stop, so as to avoid the burning of the flames.

When she stabilized her body and looked forward again, she felt a strong sense of oppression, and saw a huge and heavy black object rushing out of the fire curtain, passing over her head, and her wings The blowing wind made it difficult for her to open her eyes.

Looking back, I saw that the magic dragon had already leaped to the sky, and immediately turned around to look down, opened its mouth that roared mournfully, and breathed out dragon flames unscrupulously.

Muchel maintained his posture of looking up at the sky, and the fiery red light and shadow projected in his golden pupils rushed towards him with an overwhelming momentum.

The same is true of the disasters sent by the gods, the stream of fire falling from the broken sky, swallowing the earth with merciless death.

The unrecognizable huge street is not wide enough to accommodate the body of the reborn dragon.But precisely because of this, its appearance has been overwhelmed, and the low, tall and thin houses on both sides collapsed and separated.

The streets are full of rocks, and the flames are filled here, rising to a height of three meters.

In this bright red, there is a golden holy light shining, gradually covering a large area, and quickly overwhelming the fire.

The source of warm radiance is emitted from the goddess of time, and the ground under her feet is also full of golden color, and the flames are quelled wherever she goes.

It wasn't until the signs of burning faded away that the street clearly showed its terrifying face. It was completely destroyed and trampled. White smoke was rising from the rain-soaked buildings.

Muchel seemed to be in a hurry to find something, his body was suspended and he flew low, his feet were only one meter above the ground.

The road he passed was covered with blood, and there were shocking pools of blood flowing.

When she found the trace of Leng Ji, her actions seemed to be hindered by some invisible force and stopped, hanging in mid-air.

His eyes couldn't help locking on to the end of the street, fixed on the lonely Mei Ying, and couldn't look away.

Meiying stands on the top of the ruins piled with rocks, the elegant long sword in his hand hangs down quietly, and the sporadic flames dotted around reflect his pale face, and a melancholy and lonely look is cast on his face.

This situation fell into Muchel's eyes, and he felt familiar.

She suddenly remembered the distant past. She had seen such a similar scene in the temple of Maharaja Michael - the scene of Black Yahweh in the flames of war vividly painted on the wall, telling the cruel epic that was 3000 million years old .

The picture depicted on the wall is cold and dark, full of hopeless breath of death, and the strong oppressive color is almost unbearable for Muchel.

To this day, she can never forget that horrible scene:
The boundless darkness covered the sky and the earth, only the burning flames lit up the surroundings, reflecting the scene of blood flowing into rivers and corpses lying thousands of miles away, as well as the figure of Black Yahweh.

He quietly stood on the pile of corpses, and stood so silently, as if the silent breath of the whole world gathered on him, and the bright firelight cast dancing shadows in those indifferent silver pupils.

However, that doomsday scene is nothing more than some fragments of countless wars that have taken place.

(End of this chapter)