God after all

Chapter 11 Sword Skills (2)

The mountain-like tower-shaped human wall became unstable, and people rolled and fell from high places one after another.

The radiance was faintly emerging from the gaps in the layers of the body, and it became more intense, bursting out with purple awns, accompanied by a dull explosion of "Boom".

From the position where Brother Klilottuya was standing, the towering thing superimposed by the entire human body collapsed and disintegrated in the bursting purple awns.

The area covered by the purple awns spread in all directions, covering the innocent people who were falling rapidly, dragging their bodies to land steadily on the ground.

Everyone whose mind was controlled by the evil music lay motionless, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Facing what he saw and heard, Genelle's angry face became distorted and ferocious, and he jumped off Leyleon's shoulder without hesitation, and ran towards Leng Ji with a murderous look.

The young man reflected in the red eyes still maintained a frozen posture, it seemed that he hadn't completely broken through Leyleon's shackles.

Time stands still on him, and he is the only one caught in the constraints of space that unfold around him.

But at this moment, Genelle saw the long sword in the hand of the handsome young man releasing a purple beam of light.

The beam of light was entangled with the wind, blowing and blowing along the blade.

His whole body was also surrounded by a huge circle of radiance, which was composed of a "rune cross starburst", which was lavender.

Genelle recognized this protective shield - a necessary defensive technique for members of the Holy Spirit Knights - but he didn't expect it to be so powerful in the hands of Leng Ji.

The small body jumped up, ten meters higher than Leng Ji's head, and fell from the sky with a knife in his hand.

The moment the slashing sharp blade hit the light wall, a strong saber aura erupted, blowing Genelle's hair and sleeves fluttering.

Seeing that the wall of light was shattered, the boy's eyes showed no joy. He couldn't believe that the magic knife "Satan", which claims to be able to cut off the heads of gods, can only do this to this extent?

"Your ability is not worthy of this magic weapon."

Leng Ji spoke for the first time, his voice almost cold and heartless.

His dark pupils without whites made the young Genelle feel the long-lost fear.

When the fingers trembled for the first time, I remembered that it was when the Lord of the Demon God returned from his recovery.

Genelle's pupils condensed like needlepoints—damn it!What are you doing!Actually...afraid of him?

The wall of light exploded, and the cold silence that seemed to be the incarnation of a demon was approaching.

Glancing at the separation of the right forearm at the elbow, Genelle stared blankly at the elusive Lengji close at hand, wondering why he broke free from the constraints of space.

Until the head was flying, and the head with wide eyes saw the moment when his body was torn apart—Jenel, who had already been separated from the body, still hadn't recovered from the stupefaction.

Leon, who was standing on the ground, silently watched his younger brother's broken limbs fall from the sky.

He stretched out his hand to catch the flying magic knife, and Genelle's head crashed into his arms unexpectedly.

"Brother..." A mournful murmur flowed from his lips.

The scattered raindrops slid across the cheeks of the head, and tears fell in the sad and lonely crimson eyes.

The head opened lifeless and empty eyes, and crystal tears flowed from the upturned face.

I don't know if the head realizes... that he is crying?

"Knowing that close combat is not his opponent, why do you still have to be brave?"

The tears in the corners of the eyes were wiped away by the fingers stretched out, and hearing the brother's non-blaming words, the eyes of the head became a little sober.

Gritting its teeth, it got up, stubbornly rolled out of the elder brother's arms, and rolled to the ground.

"Please cut off Leng Ji's head for me, and let him apologize with death!"

The head rolled twice on the cement road, close to a part of his body.

The broken limbs and fragments scattered on the ground began to move.

These human body parts one after another crawled on the ground towards the head, stood up on the forearms, and walked with five fingers.

When Genelle was broken into pieces, not a drop of blood flowed out - the silent Leon saw all this.

Both he and his brother possessed this dreadful form of immortality, capable of regenerating even after being burned to ashes.

The whirring sound of helicopter rotors came from the sky, echoing from all directions, and there were giant bird-like mechanical black objects passing by at low altitude one after another.

"Finally it's here - Holy Spirit Knights!"

Watching the helicopters circling the dark sky stop flying and become still, the corner of the head's mouth raised a mocking smile.

Time stands still, wind and rain stand still... the range of stillness spreads into the distance.

The broken limbs that came together began to combine with the head, but the head looked up at the sky and smiled, with a ferocious expression crawling all over the smiling face.

Leon ignored the process of Genelle's body regeneration and locked his eyes on Leng Ji.

Standing silently on the roof of a car, behind him are hundreds of people lying on the ground like dead bodies,
"You are so brave that you didn't escape."

The moment Leng Ji chopped Genelle into pieces with his sword, he had time to escape, but he gave up.

"Is it hatred that drives you to stay, Eliza's lover?"

A deep voice drifted out from the thin and flat lips, speaking in a statement tone.

"It is not controlled by the evil flute, and it can also break free from the space constraints I activated."

The corners of Leyon's mouth curled into an unpredictable smile, and a red light flashed in his burgundy pupils staring at the silence.

"You are indeed very capable, you are worthy of being the famous man in the iron mask!

Do you have any explanation for the aura of the gods emanating from your body?Admit yourself to be the Son of the Virgin? "

The space restraint spreads invisible, and Leng Ji can clearly feel the invisible coercion restraining his whole body.

This is the free control from Leyleon, without any magic weapon in hand, the right hand holding the magic knife Satan has never moved, and only uses the mind to drive the invisible and invisible power.

The purple streamer released by the long sword is distributed into five or six beams flying, like a wandering snake winding in the air, and combined with the summoned rune cross starlight as a defense, Leng Ji's whole body shows a faint purple light.

The invulnerable rune cross star can be used to the extent that it can compete with the "space constraint", which really makes Leon look at it with admiration.

This kind of body shield controlled by cold silence seems to be able to isolate the space restraint technique with molecular penetration ability, enough to get rid of the control of the body.

"Is it really not affected in the slightest? Son of the Virgin!"

Leon has confirmed that the rumored man in the iron mask, Leng Ji, is the true deity of the virgin son.

If not, with the character of the man in the iron mask, he would definitely refute, but his silence is tantamount to acquiescing.

"You are very brave."

Leon did not believe that this cold and gloomy beautiful young man would be safe and sound under the influence of invisible forces.

Leyleon raised his right hand hanging by his side, with the palm facing upwards, his slender five fingers folded into a half grip, and a circle of transparent light invisible to human eyes condensed in it.

The brilliance expanded between the half-clasped fingers, and it exploded silently, suddenly forming a white light scattered left and right and sweeping around.

The dark world became eclipsed, the city was covered in heavy gray, and there was a breath of death everywhere.

Climb dozens of slimy black things on the walls of buildings, jump to the ground, and prepare to attack.

　There will be more exciting fights in the next chapter. I will try my best to create a sense of anime in shaping the picture, presenting a strong visual impact.

　　Every time I write about fighting, I feel my blood boil.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)