God after all

Chapter 125 Michael Returns to the Old Times
The brightly lit city stands in the dense darkness, and the light that shines on this darkness is like a sky full of stars dotted here, converging into brilliant starlight.

Michael stood on the rooftop and watched the city under the night, as if his pupils were formed by lava, revealing the eyes of a king overlooking all living beings.

The wind blew his long hair, and thousands of strands of golden light fluttered lightly.

The untimely vibrating sound of the mobile phone rang, destroying the quiet atmosphere on the rooftop.

Michael stretched out a hand in his pocket, looked down at the caller ID on the phone screen, and swiped the answer button.

"Where are you?" A voice as cold as ice sounded.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked calmly.

"I want to see you."

The owner of the voice is Leng Ji, with a deep and serious tone.

"See me?"

There was an intriguing smile on the corner of Michael's mouth.

"You can't see me now, I have to go back."

Leng Ji didn't ask him where he was going, but only asked when he would be back.

"It will be soon. Please be sure to wait for me in the realm."

After talking about the agreed place, Michael hung up the phone without saying a word of nonsense.

"Majesty, are you going back to the old times?"

Michel, the goddess of time, just appeared and happened to overhear their conversation.

She wanted to find the trace of Michael, which was much easier than Lengji.

"Father called me."

"I'll give Maharaja a ride."

Looking at the figure standing on the edge of the roof, Michel, who understood, stood still, silently reciting the mantra to open the door of time and space, and leading the way for Michael.

This door is not like a door, it is just a slowly rotating luminous vortex, and the dense matter inside is flowing with holy brilliance.

To a certain extent, Muchelle is the goddess of time, and the Lord appointed her to act because of her ability, and by the way, she will be a subordinate of Michael's soy sauce.

She doesn't have much power in her hands, and she maintains a neutral attitude from beginning to end, neither intervening too much in the plan to hunt the demon god nor getting too close to Leng Ji.

"Waiting for the return of the majesty!"

There were polite words on his lips, but there was no respect and kindness on Miuchel's face.

And the maharaja she kept calling, never looked back at this woman.

Stretching his feet, Michael walked in the air, and disappeared before approaching the gate of time and space.

There was a fluctuation inside the gate of time and space, and the speed of the holy light flow accelerated, extending to the depths in a spiral shape, and disappeared without a trace in less than a second.

This vortex of holy light, which is like a bottomless pit, sent Michael back to the old Western era. According to the time of the human world, it is AD [-].

He was in the resplendent and resplendent temple, and he could see a magnificent and vast scene as far as he could see.

The interior decoration structure of the lobby is exquisite, and the sun shines from the dome supported by huge Roman columns, reflecting the figure standing on the ground.

Michael walks through the hall, silently walking among dozens of Roman columns cast in gold, and the picture of bathing in the sun's brilliance seems like a courtier walking on a road to worship the king.

But this is not the courtiers meeting the king, but the supreme god!The god sat quietly on a throne in the depths of the temple.

"I am back,"

The beautiful sound travels melodiously through the empty interior of the temple, like the gentle notes played by a wonderful harp, which does not hover in the space.

Michael stopped and looked up at Jehovah on the throne.

There is a long stretch of white stairs paved with beautiful jade, and at the end of the stairs there is a god seat floating in the air, and the young Lord stands on the shining golden seat.

I saw that his appearance hadn't changed much, he was still a beautiful young man with delicate features, slightly long silver hair and eyes like silver crystals, and his temperament was clean and dust-free.

Since Michael was born, Jehovah has been like this, and his somewhat naive but very rational character has never changed.

Legend has it that Yahweh has retained this image of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy for too long, which can be traced back to the deeds of the demon god and his own birth.

"The Lord of the Demon God has already reached the era of the Holy Son."

"I know." Michael said firmly.

"Since this is the case, what is the majesty's plan?"

"Wait!"

Yahweh frowned, silently recalling the word "wait".

"Can you be more specific?"

"It's just waiting for the Lord of the Demon God to come to us."

"Isn't this just waiting to die?" A stern look flashed across Yahweh's face.

"I can only follow the script of the ancestor of the gods, and I can't make any moves."

"What if the Holy Son is arrested? The majesty also wants to watch?"

"Yes." Michael admitted simply.

Yahweh couldn't understand it. After all, he hadn't read the script written by the ancestor of all gods for the fate of the Son, so he couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Michael's gourd.

"In this situation, what exactly is written in my father's script for hunting demon gods? Can your majesty tell me?"

"No notice."

Being politely rejected in this way, Yahweh felt that he couldn't bear it, because after all, he was the ruler in charge of the heavens and everything on earth.

"There is an oath with the ancestor of the gods, and there will be a price for leaking the content of the script."

"Okay, don't embarrass the Majesty."

The young Lord had no choice but to accept Michael's supplement and walked down the steps.

His cheeks were slightly red, as if the icy and clean skin was dyed red at dusk.

Looking up from the angle where Michael stands, there are countless rays of sunlight refracted from the exposed dome, reflecting Jehovah on the throne.

His thin figure was shining brightly, like the brightest and most beautiful star in the universe shrouded his body, shining so hard that one couldn't look directly at it, it was enough to drive away Michael's attention, and he couldn't wait and see this unparalleled beautiful boy for too long.

"I have seen all the battles triggered by the era in which the Divine Son appeared in the Shenyuan Demon Formation."

Yahweh rested his chin on one hand and spoke, and his sitting posture with his legs crossed looked lazy and sloppy.

The vertical line of the small knuckle between the long brows glows dark red—this is the "magic eye" that can predict the past, present, and future!
But this eye cannot peek into the script written by the ancestor of all gods for the Holy Son, which is the cold fate of the Holy Son.

"Then, how does the Heavenly Father feel about the scene of the awakening of the Son?"

"Too much like my brother!"

Yahweh's words were a little bit lost, and he sighed in a nostalgic tone: "Even though the divine power has not been awakened by a third, it is already what a brother should be."

Speaking of this, the corner of the boy's lips twitched into a chuckle.

Michael said respectfully: "With less than one-third of the power of the Black Lord, Diosotto was solved. After the Holy Son is fully awakened, it will be easy to wipe out the demon race."

"Of course."

Abandoning the former name of Bai Yahweh, the beautiful young master who existed alone had a bit of pride on his face, and said very proudly:

"The holy son is the rebirth of the Black Lord, the only god in the heavens and the world who can keep pace with the ancestor of the gods!"

Michael, who lowered his head, smiled without saying a word. The smile was reserved and indifferent, and his eyes were also very indifferent.

For him, the heart of the ancestor of all gods is difficult to guess, can he really tolerate such an existence that is on par with him?

He remembered the prophecy that Mr. Hongye used to spy on the destiny and divination for the Holy Son.

This secret that should never see the light of day is an absolute taboo that even the eyes of demons can't predict, peeping into the secret core of the ancestor of all gods.

There was no other way, Michael had no choice but to plan and plan - to wipe out the people who were spying on the core secrets of the ancestor of the gods.

Because once leaked out, I am afraid that he will not be able to protect himself. After all, the core secret is not only related to the plan to hunt the demon gods, but also the weakness of the ancestor of the gods.

(End of this chapter)