God after all

Chapter 112 Awakening (1)

There is another dream in front of him, Leng Ji doesn't know that this is the first time he has repeated the dream and is familiar with the past.

As if a scene rehearsed many times happened again, he escaped from the death-filled operating room after being resurrected, fled in the overwhelming white light, and saw the sad and sad snow.

Lonely and helpless, he stayed away from the crowd and met a beautiful girl on a deserted street.

If you use a certain vocabulary to describe the beauty of a girl, "clean and pure" is the perfect one.

When he saw the girl for the first time, he recognized who the girl was, and unconsciously remembered his mother's rose garden.

And this girl who seemed to be in deep thought was sitting on a bare tree trunk. After noticing the sudden visitor, she turned her face and looked sideways, and the clear and bright eyes reflected the figure staying on the side of the road.

So at such a moment, the girl was also amazed by this sudden intruder, her face and eyes glowed with joy.

In the eyes of the girl, this child was really too young, about one year old, tightly wrapped in a layer of white cloth from head to toe, and a part of it dragging on the ground had several cracks.

The weather was so cold, the child just covered his young body with a shroud, stood quietly in the ice and snow and looked up at her, shrouded in a kind of sad loneliness.

"I know you, you are the one I remember."

There is only the appearance of this child in the blank memory, and the girl does not know why this child's beautiful face is imprinted in her mind.

"I know you too."

The girl was surprised, after all, she didn't even know who she was.

"Do you know me? Then who am I?"

The young child—Leng Ji lowered his head, said nothing, and left here silently.

"Wait... where are you going!!?"

Facing the girl's hot pursuit and entanglement, the child just turned a blind eye.

"Tell me, how do you know me? Who am I?"

"I know you, just because you smell like roses."

The child spoke half of the words, without mentioning the rose garden that belonged to his mother, but he knew in his heart that she was full of the familiar atmosphere of that rose garden.

"Is that right?"

"Don't you know that you are a rose?"

The girl was still ignorant and ignorant, she opened her innocent eyes and asked, "What rose?"

"White Rose."

"I figured it out, I'll call it White Rose." Her eyes sparkled and she had a lovely smile on her face.

The child was not interested in her name, and walked down the road without even looking at her.

"By the way, how do you know that I am a white rose?"

"You have a demon spirit about you."

"How do you know that I have evil spirit?"

The child was silent.

"Hey, where are you going?"

No voice responded to her.

"Little one, what's your name?"

"Say something? Don't be silent."

"Aren't you cold? Why are you wearing a shroud if you don't have clothes on?"

"Did you run away from home? Where are your parents?"

Impatient with the girl's chatter, the child ran away at lightning speed, no matter how hard she chased him behind, he couldn't catch up.

I don't know where the wandering has gone, there are no signs of human habitation everywhere, only dense houses standing on the snow-capped surroundings.

Maybe this winter is really too cold, the snow is falling too deeply, and few people go out as night falls.

When passing through unknown alleys, a tall man blocked his way.

The man standing far away was young, handsome, and extraordinary, with the most radiant and dazzling blond hair in the world, and a faint sun radiating from his body, as if the appearance of a god shocked the child's mind for a moment.

"I'm here to pick you up."

The man who descended from the sky spoke and began to take steady steps.

Before the child had time to react, his body floated up uncontrollably, and when he reached midair, in the blink of an eye, the man was already one meter away from him.

The man stretched out a hand, spread out his palm, and a drop of blood floated from his palm.

"This is the sacred object your father gave you—the blood of the skeleton—that can hide your aura as the Son of God."

The blood drop called the blood of the dead body was close to the child and merged into the heart.

The tearing pain penetrated into the limbs and bones, almost tearing the child's immobile body.

The tearing eyes were like two groups of deep darkness, this darkness that even the light could not illuminate gradually took away his consciousness.

The moment he opened his eyes and woke up, the Knight's Gun Fate's Punishment froze in front of him.Such a thrilling picture deeply shocked the witnesses present.

Different from the turmoil brought about by the knight gun falling from the sky, several Holy Spirit Knights soldiers who were deterred by the aura of the turmoil began to vomit blood after being injured and fell.

But it was this kind of weapon that penetrated obstacles and reflected domineering power, and it was silently still, half a foot away from the face of the man in the iron mask.

Jasmine, who was kneeling on the ground, opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at the awakened person in the distance, wondering what kind of miracle happened to him, and what kind of power completely parried that knight spear?

Only the storm was raging violently.

There is an extremely heavy sense of oppression in the air, which makes people feel suffocated and uncomfortable.

This invisible coercion that penetrated into the bone marrow even shocked the demon god who stood deep in the sky.

After getting rid of the entangled members of the Holy Spirit Knights, Diosotto was already the only victor on the battlefield, but at this moment he couldn't believe what he saw.

He firmly believed that he was not mistaken, the virgin son who woke up had changed, and his originally dark eyes turned into indifferent silver.

He is too familiar with these clear and clear eyes—the appearance of the Black Yahweh hits his mind unpreparedly, together with those long-sealed past events, he digs open the door of his memory.

Boundless darkness covered both the sky and the earth, only the burning flames lit up the surroundings, reflecting the scene of blood flowing into rivers and lying corpses thousands of miles away, as well as the figure of Black Yahweh.

He quietly stood on the mountain 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.

And those cold and lonely eyes without any emotion in them seemed to come from a distant time and space, and at this time they really appeared in front of him.

"...you are... Black Lord... reborn?"

Demon God Diosotto's face could not hide his fear, and his red pupils were full of complex emotions.

A seed called "fear" buried deep in his heart began to take root and sprout, and he couldn't restrain his trembling from what he saw, heard, and even breathing.

Isn't this kind of elusive whereabouts exactly the usual style of Hei Yahweh on the battlefield?The Holy Son, Leng Ji, who was originally on the ground below, appeared in front of the Demon God at some point.

Even the members of the Knights of the Holy Spirit who were closest to the Man in the Iron Mask saw nothing but the scene of the Virgin Son disappearing in an instant.

(End of this chapter)