God after all

Chapter 13 Shadow of Battle

"you lose."

With the sword wrapped around Leng Ji's neck, the bloody wound in the middle of Leon's face quickly healed.

"You're good with a sword."

It was already a miracle that this kind of words affirming Leon's ability came out of the mouth of the iron mask.

"It's just a little attainment in swordsmanship, far inferior to you.

And your true strength has not yet been brought out. Due to the invisible influence of the space binding force, the power of your sword skill has dropped by half. "

Until today, Leon knew that the mysterious hunter who was rumored to hunt all kinds of monsters and wear a silver mask was the son of a virgin—the holy son created by the ancestor of all gods to destroy the demon gods!

It turned out that during his eight years of hiding, he had always appeared as the Iron Masked Man of the Holy Spirit Knights.

Cold and silent, his blood-stained peerless appearance is beyond words, even Leon, who has seen countless people, has a strange emotion in his eyes.

This strange feeling comes from a sentence said by the Lord of the Demon God, and I will tell you truthfully today:
"It is said that among all the children of the ancestor of the gods, you are the most like him."

Leon spoke in a tone that only the two of them could understand.

From a distance, Genelle shouted impatiently: "What time is it, my brother is still in the mood to talk to him, cut off his head!"

The storm belonged to this unusually gray evening.

Everyone was silent and stood still, with some expression on their gloomy faces blurred by the rain curtain.

Genelle suddenly noticed that something was wrong with his surroundings, and felt the power of space restraint suddenly weaken.

Even Leon couldn't help frowning, it was hard to detect what kind of force was at work.

The first person started to move and blinked, then the second, the third...

The dead silence within a range of 5km was instantly shattered, and screams of fear erupted from the people.

The crowded market was suddenly in chaos.

To some extent, when the stopped time flows normally again, the timeline deviates from the original track and produces a subtle deviation, causing traffic and crowds to avoid each other to collide for unknown reasons.

The most unbelievable thing is that the helicopters stranded over the city did not move, and time was still standing still in the sky.

"Are you good at controlling time?"

The melodious sound of a cello ran into Leyleon's mind, and the movement to seal his throat with a sword was stopped by a certain force coming from behind.

It was a hand that gripped his arm vigorously.

The owner of the hand approached Leyleon's ear and said, "Can you reverse the current scene?" After speaking, he pierced his chest with one hand.

The hand penetrated violently from behind to his chest, the pain caused his eyes to burst into redness, and the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth rendered his feminine face a strange beauty.

Feeling the weakening of the binding force that controls the body, the face is as cold as a rock, and the wrist is reversed to grab the sharp blade on the neck, and the sword cuts back his entire right arm.

This picture is extremely ironic, is it an eye for an eye?
Leyleon grabbed the oncoming crisis with his bare hands, but this time he couldn't suppress the strength of Leng Ji's arm. The place where his five fingers connected to his wrist was cut off, and his palm was split in two.

Taking advantage of the moment when Leng Ji swung his sword again, he easily backed away and jumped a few meters away.

"Is it an envoy of God? Is it finally done?"

"How can I let you get what you want, and take the life of the Holy Son."

Michael flicked his wrist, and the dripping blood on his five fingers flew like splashed ink.

"How do you know that I will kill him? If I really want to kill the virgin son so much, why wait until now?

I doubt it, but now you are pushing him in front of the dark nobles. "

Leon was very clever, and he guessed clearly the intention of the envoy.

But how could this Maharaja admit what he did, let alone the presence of the Holy Son.

Leon, who threw out sobering words, did not stay for long, his body became a transparent existence, and disappeared without a trace.

A sleek, dark creature with a long cat tail that assumes a human form.

They are the first batch of victims of the black cat nightwalk infection, and humans call them the "first generation species"-this is the middle-level apostle created by the Crilot Tuya family.

They rushed forward in one go, wanting to make a final fight, but they were beheaded in seconds by the sharp sword whirling in the air.

In the middle of the corpse stood Jennelle with a panicked expression. Facing the woman who appeared for no reason and blocked the way, anxiety and wavering hindered her inner courage.

The boy gritted his teeth, jumped back, and jumped into the black vortex that appeared behind him.

The vortex shrunk into a speck of light and ceased to exist.His companion immediately followed in his footsteps.

The heads of the last two black creatures with mouthfuls of sharp fangs fluttered away before they could escape in time.

Leng Ji stretched out his hand in the rain of bright red blood, and caught the "Nemesis" that flew back into his hand.

This sword that blocks demons and kills demons and gods kills gods is prepared for this kind of magical power that can automatically fly back to the owner's hand no matter how far away it is.

After Nemesis disappeared in his hand, he bent down coldly and picked up the severed arm on the ground.

Still indifferent, he turned a blind eye when he saw a few bystanders huddling together in fright at the corner of the street.

"Is he telling the truth?"

"What really?"

"You put me in the current situation and pushed me in front of the dark nobles?"

"He's lying and talking nonsense."

The one who lied was obviously Michael, and he shamelessly called others nonsense.

He also played the card of deep affection in the city: Would you rather believe the lies of the dark nobles than me? "

Leng Leng silently walked away, passing by the man wearing a clown mask.

The man smiled speechlessly, and the smile spread to the golden eyes floating on the end of his eyes.

"Why didn't the majesty take Lellion's head?"

Looking at the direction where Leng Leng was walking away, Michelle, a woman wearing a clown mask, questioned.

The bright red blood stain in her line of sight extended to a place she didn't dare to look at. It was hard to imagine that so much blood flowed from Leng Ji's body.

"Leilion Krillottuya has been hiding his secrets for a long time, and it is not easy to kill him.

Others may not know how deep his strength is, but I know he has reservations, especially when it comes to hunting down the virgin son. "

Michael always smiled inexplicably in such a way that Michel, the goddess of time, couldn't understand what he was laughing at.

Following Maharaja's gaze up to the sky, she noticed a certain young man sitting in the co-pilot seat of the helicopter.

Who is this person? ...

Seeing the familiar face clearly, Muchelle's eyes lit up.

"Let's go, we have nothing to do here." Michael said lightly.

Muchel responded and left.

The stillness of the sky ends.The cold wind made a sad moan, as if the goddess of the wind was mourning and crying.

Looking around the misty land below through the soot-like hazy rain, the people in dozens of armed helicopters were all shocked.

The battle ended at some point, and the Man in the Iron Mask and the Dark Noble were nowhere to be seen.

What happened in the end?

The young man Youfeng who was noticed by the envoy was full of astonishment that couldn't dissipate.

He contacted his companions through a single-sided Bluetooth headset to find an open space to land, and then ordered the driver around him to patrol along the direction of the blood stains somewhere on the street.

The dark bloodstain was winding and long, a trace that could not be diluted even by the downpour, and the shockingly red wet ground.

Is this the cold blood of the man in the iron mask?Or the blood of the enemy?

An anxious look appeared on Youfeng's pale face.

The huge rotors of the helicopter whizzed and shredded the icy wind and rain, and the raindrops that kept beating mechanical objects scattered in all directions.

The wind from the co-pilot's seat overlooked the city below, and his eyes quickly locked on a certain figure in the desolate street.

He pushed open the hatch on his side, turned his face to look at the driver, and his thoughts had been conveyed to the driver through eye contact.

"Minister—" The young man nodded, "Give my regards to Master Leng Ji!"

You Feng smiled back with relief, and jumped down without saying a word.

The roar of the wind was endless, and he felt that the whole world was filled with such noisy sounds.

The figure descended from the sky and landed steadily with its legs in a slightly half-squat position.

Facing this person who came for no reason and blocked the way ahead, Leng Ji turned a blind eye and ignored him.

(End of this chapter)