God after all

Chapter 121 The Demon Lord Visits the Future World
This is a long-abandoned church with a medieval Gothic style.

Such solemn and retro Western European buildings are not uncommon in the City of Jiuhua, but it is just one of them that was destroyed in the sacred disaster that year.

Dim light spilled from the broken window, faintly illuminating the figures on the ground.

Under their feet is a marble floor paved with huge squares. In the center of this piece of gravel and cracked ground is a red circle that exudes evil light. The five points around the red circle become the footholds of unknown figures.

The black and red robes are dragging on the ground. This image of a mysterious wizard is commonly used by members of the Krillottuya family in sacrificial offerings or ceremonies.

The dilapidated and dilapidated church became the hiding place of the Krillottuya family.

Today they held an unnamed ceremony here and summoned the formation to help Lord Leon go to the old era to meet the Lord of Demon Gods.

Inside the red circle of strange runes, there is another blood circle with red light flashing. Lelion Krillottuya is standing in it, wearing a black and red robe, with his face hidden in a fat hood. The whole figure looks like he came from hell. The Grim Reaper walking in.

Like his kind, he holds heavy classics in his hands.

The endless sound of incantations drifts through the empty church, and the echo travels to the dome, lingers in the air, and lingers on the walls decorated with angel and devil sculptures.

Those sculptures of angels and demons who seemed to be bound on the cross cast cold eyes, ruthlessly looking down at the ceremony held on the ground.

This connection through time and space lasted for more than ten minutes.

As a bystander, Genelle watched quietly all the time, vaguely knowing that his brother was about to leave.

As he expected, the red light emitted by the blood circle became more intense and brilliant, but the noisy incantations in his ears stopped abruptly, and the figure of his brother disappeared in the summoned magic circle.

The red circle carrying the power to travel through time and space sent Leyleon to the Demon Temple. As usual, there was only darkness in front of him, an endless silence.

If he was not convinced that the power of the time-space magic circle would not make any mistakes, otherwise he would suspect that he had come to a place that was more hopeless than the hell of death.

A faint flame lit up in the darkness, illuminating the way forward for him.

The road under his feet was paved with hard stones, and the color was as deep as the darkness in front of him.

At the end of the road, there are more than one level of steps floating, there are about a hundred of them, and the Lord of the Demon God sits on the throne at the top of the high end.

Leon had never taken a step up the steps, but stood respectfully under the steps, bent slightly, with his hands bound on his chest, and explained his purpose for coming here.

Today's meeting was summoned by the Lord of the Demon God, otherwise he would not be happy to appear so soon.

"See my king!" Leon bowed politely.

Flames floated from the left and right of the depths of the steps, and the procession stopped before the first step.

Leyleon stared at the high place, but did not see any figure appearing, only heard the strange mixed voice of men and women questioning:

"Do you know why this king summoned you?"

"know."

"Diosotto is dead, and this king can't feel his life energy." The heavy words, as if resigned to fate, were more or less mixed with a hint of sadness.

Lelion had never heard such a sad voice from the Lord of the Demon God. After a silence, he said a fact: "Reporting to my king, the battle has been fought from heaven to hell... After that, the Lord has never returned."

"That lowly bastard born of humans actually has this kind of ability?"

"It's very hidden." Leon summed it up in four words, bowed his head in front of the steps of the floating flames, his face illuminated by the red light showed a kind of bewitching and charming beauty like a baby chestnut.

"You despicable bastard!!"

The Lord of the Demon God's tone became heavier, the anger and murderous aura that could not be hidden in his words, and a kind of hatred for the virgin's son.

Feeling an evil wind rushing towards him, Leyleon subconsciously raised his face, and the red pupils reflected the formations of flames swaying in the wind.

A beautiful figure approached from the depths of the steps, the blood-red satin robe fluttered in the sky, and the black hair flowed like ink.

The master of the demon god who is suspended in the air is still as gorgeous as ever.

The oriental elegance is paired with blood-soaked robes, like flaming roses burning quietly in the dark, alternating between the sacred and the evil, full of suffocating extreme beauty and the beauty of death.

I saw her approaching unhurriedly, landed on the steps, and immediately took steps.

"Diosotuo died in battle, but you are safe and sound. This king really wants to see how you bleed."

No matter how you hear this kind of words, there is naked disgust and dislike, which is not like what a king and his courtiers should have.

"I can't come to see my king with blood, and my blood can't pollute the dignity of the temple. Before coming here, I healed my wounds."

Leon lied without changing his face. Regarding the truth, he couldn't say that he hid with his family members.

He didn't take any action when the war in the four major regions broke out. He retired while the Son of the Virgin was fighting Diosotto, and led the members of the dark nobles to act behind the scenes.

Should his style be said to be wise and safe, or should he stand by and do nothing?Maybe both.

"Injured by whom?"

"Son of the Virgin." Leon continued to lie brazenly.

Although the identity of Leng Ji as the son of a virgin was announced to the public, he briefly fought against him.But no one knew what happened during that fight. I'm afraid even Genelle couldn't figure out whether his brother got cold feet or what.

"It's just a lowly bastard, but it's so powerful?"

"It's really great."

Leon, who echoed the voice, felt his chin being firmly pinched by the extended fingers, and the Lord of the Demon God was close at hand in an instant, his charming face was magnified several times before his eyes, and his posture was so ambiguous that he almost kissed his lips.

"It seems that this king is going to show up in person, to meet the hybrid born of the ancestor of all gods and humans! What do you think of my love?"

"I have no objection." Leon's reaction was as calm as water.

A flowery smile bloomed on the face of the Demon God Lord, half of the laughter was like a silver bell, and the other half was as gorgeous and deep as a cello.

She caressed Leyleon's cheek, with gentle eyes in her red pupils, as if she was staring at the one she loved with nostalgia.

She smiled quietly, her own existence passed through Leyon's body like a ghost, and flew away from the Demon Temple.

The flames lined up in two teams were on the verge of being extinguished in bundles, and the steps extending to the high place disappeared one after another from the top down into the darkness.

Leon was also quickly swallowed by darkness.

He left the Demon God Temple, followed the Demon God Lord back to the place where he came back, and appeared in the space-time magic circle.

The cathedral suddenly fell into a terrible silence, and the atmosphere was more solemn than before.

The black-robed warlock present offered their knees together, respectfully prostrated themselves on the ground, and shouted out the fear-inspiring honorific: "See my king!"

Genelle, who was standing outside the blood circle, was stunned, unable to recover from the sudden shock.

The Lord of the Demon God moved his eyes to him, and the cold and arrogant stare that looked down on everything and looked down on all sentient beings instantly hurt the boy's heart, and he immediately bowed his head and knelt down on one knee.

"See my king!"

"My beloved son."

The elongated ending was full of pampering, and the Lord of the Demon God's eyes became gentle. He strolled up to Genelle and called out, "Excuse me."

But Genelle didn't listen, and knelt down as if pleading guilty.

"The mission to hunt down the Virgin's Son failed, because the subordinates are incompetent."

He should make another plea to my king to punish him, but the cunning Genelle will not be so eager to take the initiative to accept the crime.

"You are just a child, what can this king ask of you? As long as you are safe and sound."

The Lord of the Demon God looked proudly at the unknown people on the ground, and ordered them to back down!
The members of the Krillottuya family obeyed, and their bodies all turned into a group of black bats flapping their wings, circling half a circle around the cathedral in groups, flying towards the broken window, and disappearing into the vast world outside.

The silence in the space is terrifying, and there is a sense of suffocation that is enough to freeze time.

A strong and tragic ghost aura drifted from the Demon God Lord's body, freezing the atmosphere.

　If you are curious about the image creation of the Demon Lord, please review Chapter 7.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)