God after all

Chapter 126 Leng Ji confronts Michael with swords drawn
"what are you laughing at?"

Yahweh dislikes the way his right-hand man always smiles mysteriously and has a very deep city.

"The Holy Son is still waiting for me to go back." Michael casually made up a reason to prevaricate.

"Is this like something the Holy Son would do? I heard that you two have a bad relationship."

"You have to find me for something."

Jehovah suddenly realized, and told the truth clearly:
"Maharaja killed a fortune-teller named Hongye, which made the Holy Son hate you, right?"

Michael, who nodded and lowered his eyebrows, just smiled and said nothing.

"What is the purpose?"

"Of course it is more successful in pushing the Holy Son into a situation that the world cannot tolerate."

"In order to help the ancestor of the gods' plan to hunt the demon go smoothly, the majesty is so loyal that he will spare no expense."

After understanding Jehovah's half-praise and half-taunt, Michael put his hands on his chest and bowed in a cooperative way, speaking righteously and awe-inspiringly:
"All this is for the well-being of all things in the world!"

The words reverberated inside the magnificent palace, and the sound was refracted between the walls and the patio. It sounded like singing, as if the angel sculptures carved on the walls, crouching on the ground, and suspended in the air were singing in unison.

Jehovah, who couldn't help smiling, was pleased with his response,
"The majesty needs to make a heavy sacrifice."

"I know."

Michael said resignedly, with a heavy tone.

The desperate meaning of the three words "I know" is self-evident.

"Among the heavens and the world, there is no one who is more competent than the majesty."

Michael smiled without saying a word, deep in his golden pupils, there was a look of loneliness that no one could understand.

After a long time, when Michael was about to leave, Jehovah called him to him and spoke some blunt words.

"Although what the Majesty did was to help the project of hunting the demon gods succeed, all the gods were moved by this devotion.

But in fact, it is really for the Holy Son, for him to be able to return as the Black Lord, you have paid a lot of effort. "

"To be honest, it is true."

Michael, who only left behind a back, no longer stopped, and walked away from the temple.

A strong golden holy light emanated from his body, so dazzling that he couldn't look directly at it—this was a sign that he was about to disappear.

"It's hard to come back, and the majesty just left?"

"It's inconvenient to stay for a long time."

Leaving the temple without looking back, Michael returned to the era of Lengji in 3004, deep in the redwood forest.

At this time, the night has completely fallen, and the dense darkness has shrouded the silent forest without any light, and there is no sound around.

Instead, the terrifying and silent atmosphere exuded a sense of oppression and suffocation.

Only the eyes of this lofty Lord of Light are shining, becoming the only brilliance in the dark night of ghosts.

The road under his feet was still the old avenue, stretching as far as the eye can see, Michael walked silently on the way, and disappeared without a trace after walking for a while.

Entering the land of the realm, the bright sun is blowing in front of us, and the brilliant sun's rays are sprinkled from the gaps in the dense and lush forests, reflecting the dark blue figure on the walking road in spots.

The day will not disappear here, and the warm spring day hangs in the sky. This is the isolated paradise created by Michael.

There is a dark figure at the end of the road. Even the bright light refracted from the cracks in the trees cannot dispel the darkness on the figure. No matter how you look at it, it seems that it does not belong to the creatures of the world, and there is a great contrast between itself and the light.

But this is a very beautiful young man, about eighteen or nine years old, standing quietly facing one side, silent and motionless.

His face was slightly raised, and he didn't know what he was staring at so preoccupied. Where he was staring, there was a lush forest.

The scorching sun imbued his rare beauty with a charming and intoxicating sense of beauty, rendering his quiet face with a bewitching and gorgeous brilliance.

Michael did not stop, and walked on the road under his feet as if nothing had happened. A sad and lonely figure reflected in the golden pupil stood sideways at the end of the road.

There is silence all around, a silence that can make everything sleep peacefully.

"It's a rare occasion that the Holy Son will stand here and wait for me."

The sideways Leng Ji just gradually straightened his figure, and met Michael who was walking.

"Although we agreed to meet in the realm, you won't stand here and wait for me forever, right? This doesn't look like your style! You probably came here after I appeared in the Redwood Forest."

Leng Ji did not speak.The expression on his face was the serious and indifferent Michael usually had, and his eyes were also cold.

"The eyes are disgusting!"

He said disgust on his lips, but his tone was a bit playful, "You always look at me so vigilantly, and now you look like you are going to be hostile to me."

The feet stopped unconsciously, which was due to the long sword emerging from Leng Ji's hand.

A threat and murderous aura emanated from the silent young man.

And Michael still smiled like a demon, and his eyes towards Leng Ji became indifferent.

"Are you going to kill me?"

In response to his words, a sharp white light flashed from behind him. This was an unavoidable one-hit assassination, quickly hitting the target.

However, the result completely violated the reality, and the body that was divided into two disappeared like a blurred afterimage.

This sneak attacker was a phantom branch split from the deity, and disappeared after only one move.

A momentary look of hesitation flashed across Leng Ji's face. Facing that weird scene, even he couldn't help wondering if it was Michael himself who had been cut off by the phantom clone?

"That's right, it hurt me."

The words of praise and the master who made this voice appeared behind Leng Ji, and they were very close.

With just a slight raise of his hand, he easily grabbed the sword that was swung by Hengkong, and the posture of this sword was really mighty and domineering.

The reaction of the person holding the sword has already exceeded the speed of a thousandth of a second when the sound appeared, and he dodges back.

What the silver blade touched was a palm that was as hard as Diosotto's body, and a group of violent lightning and flint burst out from the palm, which shows that the owner of this hand also had enough strength to block and kill him. crisis.

"Pretty!"

Michael's wounded body, the oblique section of the upper half of the chest and abdomen and the separated lower half healed miraculously, but he spoke sincerely as if nothing had happened, with a harmless smile on his face.

In the end, he is still only the Holy Son, only half of the blood of the ancestor of the gods, and his strength is not strong.

But seeing that he was inevitably cut by a sword, Michael was not stingy with praise.

"You actually used your divine power to catch my move."

Hearing this, Michael's eyes lit up, and the expression on his face seemed to say: It's unbelievable, now this child has also learned to sneer.

"Haha, it's clear that there is a huge disparity in strength, but you put on a posture of being evenly matched and looking at death like home, you are really overconfident!"

This sentence is not a mouthful, Michael has the ability to let Leng Ji know what it is to overestimate.

His grip on the blade tightened even more.

Leng Ji was about to strike first, and without hesitation stabbed out another hand in the air, but the five thin sharp blades formed by the condensed purple light stopped in front of Michael's chest.

(End of this chapter)