God after all

Chapter 148 Can Heroes Die Too?

Next, the void phantom was attacked by an invisible unknown force, and it collapsed and disappeared.

This ferocious and domineering invisible force dragged the white rose into the sky, pulling the white rose more than 20 meters away from the ground.

Blood began to ooze from all over her body, and the pure white dress was stained red, and slender black lines faintly emerged from the eye-catching redness, entwining and restraining her.

The source of the inexhaustible black thread connects a beautiful and classic woman, who appears out of thin air behind her.

This woman looks like a real person, but she is actually a puppet in human skin, created by the Lord of Demon Gods to house her soul.

Ever since his body was destroyed by the ancestor of the gods 3000 million years ago and sealed in the abyss of the sea, the Lord of Demon Gods is no longer complete.

In 409 A.D. in the old Western era, he broke free from the seal in the deep sea of ​​Prussia and woke up, taking revenge on the world with hatred.

There is no body in the world that can hold his soul, he can only use magic to make a container.

Puppet puppet is also a kind of container he makes, put on the skin of a real woman, and draw the most beautiful face in the world on the skin without facial features.

This most beautiful face in the world really exists, and it looks like a princess from the Eastern Continent, named Li Yunji!

The doll is copied into the appearance of Donglu princess, and the master of the demon god in the parasitic doll hangs a white rose in the sky with his hair.

It was also these hairs that defeated the phantom body split by Leng Ji.

"The bastard is really kind and righteous, and he doesn't want to let her kill herself. It seems that I can only let this king give her a ride."

"It's all about me."

The indifferent Lengji seldom speaks, does this already mean that he is not calm?

"I don't want her to kill you, and I don't want her to kill me...then you kill yourself, how about giving yourself a sword first?"

The black hair tightened involuntarily, cutting Bai Meigui's body until it was dripping with blood.

Leng Ji stared at the scarlet blood drops falling from the sky in silence, what was he thinking at this moment?

His standing posture is so quiet, quiet sad and lonely.

Without saying a word, he lifted the Nemesis in his hand and pierced through his body.

Blood sprayed from the waist and abdomen, and the intense pain made him kneel on one knee unbearably.

This sword stabbed really hard, and it was merciless.

Witnessing this tragic scene, Bai Meigui's distressed eyes were red and tears welled up.

She had never hated herself so much, this was the first time.

"Haha, you're smart!" The Demon God Lord let out a hearty laugh.

"If you don't want this girl to be cut into pieces, you should cut off your right hand."

"If I'm dead, no one will die because of me."

"If you die, this king will immediately stop cursing the city, and will show mercy to let the girl you care about. But will you die?"

Leng Ji got up as if nothing had happened, and as soon as he stood up, he silently used the long sword in his hand to cut off the entire arm along the armpit.

The bursting blood red almost made Bai Meigui collapse. At this moment, she just wanted to die for Leng Ji.

The fallen arm rolled down the small pile of corpses, lying motionless in a pool of blood.

A flesh-colored mutant monster quickly jumped out of the mist, grabbed the arm off the ground in one bite, and fled without looking back.

A large group of Gorefiends started to move again, and surrounded the injured young man in all directions, but they didn't dare to get too close.

"Is this the heir created by the ancestor of all gods? Born to destroy the demon god race? Haha, it's just a waste of sentimentality."

An uncontrollable burst of laughter echoed in the sky, and the Lord of the Demon God, who laughed so hard that he couldn't help himself, then approached White Rose, merged with her, and captured her consciousness.

Because the Lord of the Demon God cannot find a suitable host in the world, once the soul directly possesses a living person, the possessed person will spontaneously ignite with black flames.

The reason why the controlled white rose did not ignite spontaneously was because there was a puppet in its body.

"As the descendant of the ancestor of all gods, he has inherited some divine power, but he doesn't have any unusual divine veins on his body.

It's no wonder that Leon and Genelle couldn't find you after all their hard work before. "

As soon as the words were finished, the master of the demon god who controlled White Rose's body flashed in front of Leng Ji.

"Although you have half human blood, the half human aura on your body is hidden from the outside world. Even an existence like this king can only detect weak fluctuations."

Leng Ji's pupils widened slightly, and an unprecedented look of surprise flashed across his face.

This was because a hand passed across his chest without anyone noticing, and he couldn't even detect the movement of this hand.

"Huh? There seems to be something in my heart... let me see what it is?"

Five fingers twirled and stirred in Leng Ji's heart, and the expression of the Lord of the Demon God changed greatly when he felt a bead.

Ten thousand zhang rays of light erupted, released from Leng Ji's chest in an instant, creating an elegant and gushing gust of wind.

What followed was that the White Rose herself was blown away, and escaped from the control of the Lord of the Demon God by accident.

The Lord of the Demon God, who showed his true form, couldn't resist the impact of the burst of light, and retreated a few meters away, barely stopping in midair.

"What a powerful holy light!"

Originally wanted to crush the heart of the Son of the Virgin, but unexpectedly found something incredible, so he had to take out the heart together.

The five fingers were closed, and the fresh and beating flesh and blood were shattered in the hand, leaving only a radiant blood bead remaining in the palm. The Lord of the Demon God was surprised and terrified by this, and couldn't restrain his hairs from standing on end. .

Up to now, 3 years have passed, and the memory of Black Yahweh is still deeply impressive and indelible. The Lord of Demon Gods will never forget the appearance of this man and his fear of him.

"Damn face..."

Is it the face of the black Lord in memory, or the face of the virgin's son, who cursed this invincible great demon god?

"This king really doesn't want to admit that you are similar to him. To be honest, from the first time I saw you, I wanted to chop off your head and take off your face."

"Are you afraid of this 'he' like me?"

"Shut up, bastard!"

"I see your fear."

The grand and shining golden light overflowed and scattered in the hands of the Lord of Demon Gods, lingering and flying around the world, illuminating the dark forbidden area.

Looking through the bright light curtain, the Lord of the Demon God's vision appeared an illusion, only to feel that standing quietly on the pile of corpses was the lonely and desolate figure of the Black Yahweh.

"Like Diosotto, you also showed fear in my eyes."

He was wounded by a sword, his arm was broken, and his heart was gone, but the Son of the Virgin did not fall.

Even when he was about to die, he still had the strength to stand still. This tenacious and tenacious spirit made the Lord of the Demon God look at him with admiration.

"You killed my dear brother, even if you die a million times, it won't be enough to pay for your life."

He just raised his hand slowly, and made a cross-cutting motion with his five fingers stretched together. The Lord of the Demon God easily decapitated the virgin son.

The cold head rolled down the pile of corpses, and the fallen body remained motionless.

After that, the corpse holding Nemesis tightly in his hand disappeared completely, and turned into floating ashes together with the long sword, and was absorbed by the blood beads (the blood of the god's skeleton) that radiated intense holy light.

The holy light gushed forth mightily, continuously pouring out from the blood beads, dancing wildly.

The Lord of the Demon God, suspended in the air, flew towards the place where the Virgin Son died, and landed on the corpses piled up with broken limbs and arms.

Some surviving gorefiends walked out of the thick fog, and all offered their knees and prostrated themselves, bowing their heads for the Lord of the Demon God.

The atmosphere fell into the silence of a death cemetery.

The pervasive holy light enveloped the surroundings in brilliant golden color, and the picture was as beautiful as a dream bubble.

There is only the oppressive and suffocating feeling of the desperate hissing sound breaking the air, tragically like the roaring and screaming of a trapped animal before its death, full of heart-piercing and heart-wrenching pain.

This is Bai Meigui crying bitterly, knelt down on the ground and wailed weakly, her face was blurred with tears and snot, and the grief in her eyes was unfathomable and unfathomable.

She was so lonely and helpless, her sad heart was broken, and her heart filled with sadness made her breathless, and every breath was a fatal pain.

"...don't die...please..."

Her forehead was on the ground, her face was stained with dust, she was crying so hard that she was about to go crazy, screaming: "Lengji, don't die!!"

　The second volume is almost finished, and the third volume is about the time travel of cold silence.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)