God after all

Chapter 143
They used to be members of the Knights of the Holy Spirit, and in their memories, the Man in the Iron Mask has always...always been a very lonely existence.

But it is such a seemingly indifferent and unreachable man who helps them get rid of the control of the organization, and their souls are not bound by the "Heroic Spirit Vow".

Members of the Knights of the Holy Spirit die every day, and the Iron Mask is powerless to save more souls.

Even so, there will still be some deceased heroic spirits who want to break free from the organization's control and come to him.

"You pass on the order that the ghost killer group will be disbanded starting today."

These words were too shocking, and the two black shadows standing aside were stunned. They couldn't believe that this was what the man in the iron mask could say.

"Don't you understand yet?"

It was just a light glance, intimidating the ghost killer who was in a daze.

They immediately lowered their heads and knelt down on one knee. They didn't even dare to ask the reason, and replied solemnly: Obedience!

Hearing the words "Let's go", they backed away.

The space returned to silence, with no sound at all.

After another 10 minutes passed, Leng Ji got up and left.

It was already dark outside, the heavy rain stopped at some unknown time, the winter night fell into dead silence, and the cold and icy breath hurt people's body aches.

Wherever he went, there was no one there, only buildings with layers of pavilions standing up silently.

Occasionally walking through the desolate streets, with the illumination of the street lights, you can see something burning in the faint flickering black fire, some even collapsed in the middle of the road, and some have faint flames in the corners.

These are human beings who died for unknown reasons. They experienced a series of painful tortures before dying in this tragic way of spontaneous combustion.

People said that this was the curse of the plague brought by the dark nobles, so they gave this disaster a terrible name, "Purgatory".

After Leng Ji came back from the demon city, all he saw and heard along the way was this heinous phenomenon of death, with blood stains and corpses everywhere.

Those black flames that could not be extinguished at any time burned quietly in the night, flickering with the light of death.

This situation spread to the vicinity of the Forgotten City before ending.

This area close to the Forgotten City is still the same as before, decadent, desolate and desolate, and most of the people who settle here are homeless vagabonds.

Now, apart from the cold silence of the young man in black, there is no one here.

The path under his feet was only illuminated by a dim light source.

The light source comes from the Forgotten City. When the divine disaster broke out in the winter of 2999, God sealed the time of the Forgotten City with his own hands, freezing the darkness of that day forever.

The old street lamps on the street have been broken for many years, but because of the dim light reflected by the Forgotten City, this road has not been swallowed by darkness.

However, farther away from the Forgotten City, the houses where the light cannot reach are reduced to pitch-black shadows.

The cold pace stopped, and he looked up at the Iron City that imprisoned the Forgotten City.

The siege is ten meters high, surrounded by a circle, and occupies the center of this desolate area.

The gloomy daylight shines from the city. Although it is not bright and bright, it illuminates a large area of ​​the sky and becomes a bright light in the boundless night.

I don’t know how many people have stared at the dimly lit Forgotten City in so many sleepless nights. In their eyes, it is the hell of this city and the only bright light in the world at night.

It's just that the brightness doesn't make people feel warm, but rather cold.

In the twilight carrying the dark light source, there are ghostly figures jumping up and down, jumping lightly onto the top of the city, kneeling and half squatting and standing upright, the cold wind and drizzle blowing the fluttering black coat.

The dim light reflected the figure's cold and silent face, and the handsome and beautiful face was too gloomy and pale.

Feng wailed endlessly, as if he was fascinated by his stunning appearance, and became a prisoner of lust, and let out an excited and trembling cry.

Purple light flashed in Leng Ji's hand, and Nemesis gradually appeared, and he plunged the unformed long sword into the superheated barrier.

The colorless barrier was pierced, containing the blade.

Although the wound was very small, its destructive power was astonishing, and the filament current quickly covered the entire superheated barrier.

The barrier that was destroyed turned from transparent and colorless to light red, and lightning and flints began to appear in it, obviously about to explode.

The sound of electric current tearing lingers in Forgotten City, destroying the tranquility of the sky.

This sudden sign alarmed the city of Jiuhua, and even the refugees who were far away in the holy land of the three fortresses were shocked.

The earth-shattering explosion of the superheated barrier scattered countless fragments in all directions.

After waiting for the turmoil to subside, the Lengji standing on the city wall felt the abnormal quietness of the Forgotten City. The silence of everything was like the tomb of death sleeping here.

Of course, this situation was within his expectation.

Because since the start of the battle of Shenyuan Demon Array, the troops stationed in the Forgotten City have withdrawn to the outside world, and when they returned to their posts, everything was calm, and no one outside knew what really happened inside.

In order to track down the whereabouts of White Rose and the dark nobleman, he paid a painstaking visit to the Lord of the Underworld, and got clues from the vision of Hades' third eye.

The mastermind behind the manipulation of the dark nobles also hides the Forgotten City, and it is this guy who spread the curse of black fire in the City of Nine Flowers—he is the Lord of Demon Gods!
"You're going to die..."

A child's voice was inadvertently recalled in my mind, it was the orange cat raised by the blind father, telling him not to get close to the Lord of the Demon God.

The words were explained by the unconscious father before the accident, and he entrusted Orange Cat to convey them.

Now the words conveyed are about to be fulfilled, is this predestined?

As long as he doesn't step into the Forgotten City, he won't die, but he has no choice and no way out.

Maybe he knew that he couldn't go back, so he disbanded the Ghost Killer Group he had established with his own hands.

Leng Ji jumped off the Iron City without hesitation and fell to the ground.

The cold wind blows his black coat, and the figure walking silently is so stubborn and lonely.

He walked into the Forgotten City firmly and without hesitation, to end some things, to save people, and to die.

I haven’t walked for a long time, and the ground suddenly changes suddenly—something moves from far to near, creeping and creeping in the smooth track of the ground, and the concrete road is bulging and protruding.

Leng Ji, who stopped, felt that the ground under his feet became soft, and a group of bulges approached quickly, and the number was close to thirty or so.

Nemesis's cold right hand emerged, stabbing a protruding object at his feet, and red liquid spewed out from under the long sword.

Gunshots erupted one after another until the tenth shot ended. Clusters of flames were already flickering on the ground, and a dozen or so unidentified objects wandering in zigzags stopped moving.

Although the range of the flames erupting this time is far inferior to the flames when the demon city burned down the source of evil, the bullet hits the real thing and kills it instantly, and its power is very concentrated.

Against creatures of different levels, the God's Wrath Spear can exert different degrees of effects, which is why this gun is particularly ingenious.

Facing the surrounding encirclement, he was as cold and peaceful as a rock, standing upright.

Something broke through the ground, drilled out of piles of protrusions, revealing the true face of Lushan Mountain, it turned out to be soldiers stationed in the Forgotten City.

I don't know when and how he died, and why he became a walking dead, but there is no doubt that this is the dark nobleman playing tricks behind the scenes.

A pair of scarlet eyes that are tearing apart are inhumane, his face is gloomy and black, and his deformed and weird body looks extremely long and skinny.

I don't know what they are, but they are definitely not what a dead person should look like.

(End of this chapter)