God after all

Chapter 115 Awakening (4)

About one-third of the blood-oozing gun body was exposed from the human body, and Diosotto, whose waist was pierced by the punishment of fate, was unable to move in pain, and stared at the virgin son in a stalemate.

He was vaguely aware that the scene in front of him seemed familiar. In the time that has passed 3000 million years, hadn't he experienced the same thing before?
The same pair of icy silver pupils were close in front of him, the same stern expression that saw death at home, and the same movement of holding the knight's spear, even reaching out to penetrate his chest was exactly the same.

Diosotto only felt a sense of exhaustion and powerlessness in his body, and all the strength in his body was emptied by the hand in his chest in an instant.

Until the hand holding his heart was withdrawn from his chest, a deep breath of despair engulfed him.

Even though the grief and indignation in his heart was so strong, the demon god did not forget to fight back and waved his clenched hand.

All it hits, though, is air.

The culprit who took away his heart seemed to disappear without a trace, and he was only in the distance for a moment, extending the distance by more than 20 meters.

All these battles happened silently and ended silently.

Suspended in the void, Leng Ji met the demon god with four eyes, holding a gun in his right hand and tightly holding a bloody heart in his left hand.

As if showing off his booty, Leng Ji raised his left hand so that Diosotto could focus on it more.

The warm heart beating the rhythm of life, connected with the lifeblood of the demon god.

It's hard to imagine, seeing with his own eyes that his lifeblood is being held in the hands of the enemy, what kind of mood will Diosotto face?Would he still have the tension and fear in his chest?
As if to echo the mood of the Demon God, the corners of the indifferent young man's mouth slightly curled up.

In the eyes of the demon god, the incomparably indifferent smile seemed ironic—is this mocking his defeat?Thinking of this, Diosotto ignited a flame of hatred in his heart.

If the sky had eyes, you would be amazed by the smiling appearance of the beautiful young man, and probably never forget it.

The countless undead looking up at the sky also seem to be fascinated by the youth's beauty, falling into an inextricable ecstasy.

From a distance, they saw the young man's hand holding the living heart close, crushing the heart connected to Diosotto's lifeline like this.

A dying scream of despair flowed out from the mouth of the mighty and domineering demon god, shouting "NO!!!"

The voice is full of hysterical anger and mania, but also has uncontrollable sadness.

The fire on Diosotto's body turned back and devoured him mercilessly, leaving him no room to resist, and he was completely burned by the fire.

At the same time that he completely disappeared in the underworld, the punishment of fate of the knight gun was also reduced to ashes in the hands of the virgin son.

Death came very suddenly and quickly, so fast that the onlookers had no time to react.

Only the desolate cold wind is whining and singing.

Pluto, who had slowed down the god, couldn't help sighing.Hearing his voice in Kurosawa's ears, there was an indescribable sense of loss.

"Is it really dead?"

"Really." Pluto responded with a smile on the brows of his eyebrows. This smile seemed to be happy for the death of the demon god, but in fact it was hiding a sadness that no one could understand.

This kind of sorrow is for Diosotto, the demon god who died unexpectedly, lamenting his death after his rebirth.

Even if Pluto was not born in that ancient demon century, but he knew the history of the demon race well, and he couldn't help but sigh for the life and death honors and disgraces they had experienced, as well as their fate.

Even after returning from recovery, he tried his best to prove to the world that he existed, but he was just a kind of dead soul forgotten by time, resisting this world that had no place for him.

Diosotto, the seventh son of the twelve demon gods created by the ancestor of all gods, died in the hands of the virgin son on his way to the second resurrection.

If the awakening of the Virgin Son is a story already written in the script of the ancestor of the gods, then is the existence of Diosotto a pawn to promote the awakening of the Virgin Son?

If fate is a circle that connects the past, present and future, is the death of Diosotto, the demon god from the old age, inevitable today?Doomed to live only to awaken the awakening of the Virgin Son?
"The fate of the demon god is not under the control of the ancestor of all gods, but he has a entanglement with the holy son that cannot be broken no matter what. This fetter can only be repaid at the price of life and death."

Hades couldn't help pondering, his words touched Kurosawa's heart.

"The fate of the demon god is not controlled by the ancestor of all gods, but is it controlled by the holy son?"

Kurosawa, who was whispering softly, focused his attention on the beautiful young man standing above the abyss of lost.

His cold and lonely eyes turned to the capital city where the undead gathered, and with just one glance, he could see countless dark shadows.

However, at such an instant, something from the capital attracted him to go alone, and he was already in a city full of undead in an instant.

"Get out!"

There was an open space surrounded by undead somewhere, Leng Ji spoke, and the command of deep cold with magic power dissuaded the undead around.

Out of strong fear, they scattered to the left and right irresistibly, consciously giving way.

The beautiful young man who can make the brilliance even dim walks through the road, and the eyes of the undead are all on him, and he doesn't make a sound at all.

The entire lost city was terribly silent. It seemed that even this place full of death was afraid of visitors from another world, and never said a word.

The sound of the wind had stopped at some point, and it was blowing aimlessly, caressing the young man's coat surrounded by countless undead.

Wherever he goes, the undead must step back and make way, as if the courtiers are welcoming the arrival of a king.

Will there be a crown at the end of the road?
However, the actual result was a surprise that no one expected.

At the same time that Leng Ji stopped, the undead also stopped retreating left and right.

All the onlookers stared silently at the handsome young man who was too handsome, and looked along the place where he was staring, as if he found that his eyes were focused on a certain little boy.

The young man stepped forward, and the onlookers who were disturbed by this move did not dare to make a sound.

Facing the man walking slowly, the undead blocking the road in front of him scattered one after another, only the dazed undead boy stood still.

This undead boy who kept his previous appearance, his current body is just a silhouette, like a shadow carefully carved by a dim light, his appearance is very handsome and lovely.

He stared blankly at the tall man in front of him, feeling extremely timid in his heart.

The boy who was so nervous that he couldn't move his body was overwhelmed by the majestic aura of the visitor?Or obsessed with the stunning beauty?I'm afraid even he himself can't figure it out.

He felt his heart beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest, and his feet were so weak that he could hardly stand up.

"Tianming—"

The long-lost name was uttered from Leng Ji's mouth, and it was rare to be able to call someone's name so earnestly.

The ambiguous emotion in the tone is buried deep in the mind that no one can understand. The onlookers just heard the cold and deep voice, and their eyes widened uncontrollably.

The undead boy, who had no memory of his life, was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his expression of astonishment was no less than that of the onlookers present, and his thin body trembled uncontrollably.

Leng Ji stepped forward and walked a little closer, seeing the boy with a face full of fear move his buttocks and shrink back, his feet suddenly became heavy.

Stopping again, looking down at the familiar undead sitting slumped on the ground, he remained silent.

Although Chen Tianming became an undead after death, he still kept his appearance before he was alive. He wore a white hospital gown like a little white dress covering his body, and looked weak and weak like a five or six-year-old girl.

(End of this chapter)