God after all

Chapter 151 The Soul Forgotten by Time
The desolate realm that has been devastated by war is burning with flames, and the flames reflect the dark sky, such as blood red, which can be seen by the world from a long distance.

The light of day outside has not yet come, and darkness continues.

Only oblivion will flash red, becoming a bright star in the night world.

The taboo area was reduced to a sea of ​​flames, and Michael was in it, his field of vision was completely occupied by fiery red, and as far as he could see, flames were dancing strangely.

He couldn't feel any signs of life, and he couldn't detect whether there was a hidden dimension here, so he could only leave here with nothing.

It is not difficult for him to find the specific hiding place of the Demon God Lord, but it may take a little effort.

The search scope covers the entire city, looking for the smell belonging to the Lord of the Demon God through the flow of air, or perceiving some strange existences from different planes in the same space.

Not long after leaving the Forgotten City, he discovered clues, and found a plane created out of thin air in the hidden gap between the three-dimensional and four-dimensional spaces.

In the flat world, there is a lake and a forest surrounded by darkness, and an ancient willow tree grows in the center of the lake.

He was seriously injured in the battle with the ancestor of the gods, and the master of the demon god fled this flat world with the taboo area with him, hiding in a more hidden space crack.

Michael's arrival was unexpected for the Lord of Demon Gods.

"It came so fast." The murmured voice revealed a sense of weakness and exhaustion.

Fighting against the ancestor of the gods, the master of the demon god was exhausted.

Thinking about it, the real body has long since ceased to exist, without the absolute divine power of the past, relying on the remaining power of the soul as a support, he is no match for the ancestor of the gods.

However, even with such a disparity in strength, the ancestor of all gods still couldn't kill him. The origin of this can be traced back to the ancient era of the Demon God Century.

He was already full of scars, and the puppet that contained his soul for a short time became fragmented, leaving only the head connected to the body without hands, hanging incompletely on the bloody web made of blood and bone tissue.

The blood net spreads out in all directions towards the woods, into the darkness of the abyss, the sky and the ground are raining blood, and the scene looks eerie.

"The god ancestor asked me to come to you."

Michael walked to the shore and stood still.

"Are you sent to catch this king? How can you defeat this king with someone like you?"

I don't know if the Lord of Demon God underestimated Michael's ability, or Michael really didn't have this ability?

"Until now, you're still trying to be tough."

"Shut up, you are not qualified to be my king."

"I'm nothing more than this kind of stuff, and what about you? You're just a dead soul forgotten by time."

Michael's sarcasm distorted the broken face of the Lord of Demon Gods with anger.

When he opened his eyes, the face covered with cracks was full of blood, and the blood red meandered down along the chasm-like traces, soaking the red clothes flapping in the wind, and there was nothing below the shoulders.

"You say that this king is a dead soul forgotten by time? Haha!"

The Lord of the Demon God laughed mockingly, burst into tears, and vowed not to give up: "So what? This king wants to prove his existence to the world! Haha..."

Michael smiled quietly, looking coldly at the face of the arrogant king in the middle of the lake.

"To be honest, I'm surprised that you didn't die. After all, it was the ancestors who came forward."

"Ancestor?"

His absent-minded gaze was fixed on the surface of the water, and the Lord of the Demon God looked a little lost, and murmured a lucky word on his mouth:

"Father tried his best. It's a pity... this king is still immortal! He must be extremely regretful, regretting that he gave birth to this king and gave him the life of immortality."

"The demon god race has been extinct in the distant past."

Michael said, his voice mixed with sadness for some reason, "Whether it's the demon race or your resurrection, it's just a dead soul forgotten by time."

"How can you be so reasonable!" The Lord of the Demon God roared hysterically.

The corners of Michael's mouth raised, revealing a contemptuous smile.

"The demon gods with false lives are extinct like the enchantment that is slowly collapsing now. You have perished a long time ago, and you should return to the proper world."

"Shut up! What qualifications do you have to say these words? How dare a black son of the Lord look directly into the eyes of this king? Lower your head!"

"You can yell whatever you want, just enjoy yourself."

Michael acted innocuously, and didn't care at all how arrogant and frivolous the Lord of the Demon God was.

"Tch, offal!"

"Then what are you? A child abandoned by the ancestor of all gods? A king who lost a complete defeat? A soul forgotten by time?"

The Lord of the Demon God had a complex expression, and there were too many unwillingness, sadness, humiliation, and unforgettable hatred in his eyes.

He couldn't say anything anymore, he just kept laughing wildly.

"The ancestor of the gods ordered me to catch you back, but I have no interest in attacking you."

"Then what are you here for? Are you here to laugh at the king?"

"I have no leisure to make fun of the weak."

Michael's calmness and composure simply made the Lord of the Demon God's teeth itch with hatred.

"The hunting demon project is not over yet, so in this game, you can't quit prematurely."

"It's ridiculous, because you can catch this king?"

"I'm too lazy to fight with you. Although the virgin son is dead, the real fun is yet to come. If you are dealt with too early, the whole plan of hunting demon gods will become uninteresting."

"For this plan to hunt the demon god, it seems that you are very confident, thinking that you have the overall situation under control? Do you think you can manipulate the demon god race in your hands?
But in the end, isn't the all-important virgin son still dead?He died tragically at the hands of this king. "

"Don't be too happy. Since I can sit idly by and let him die, I am naturally confident that he will be resurrected."

These words are not true, are they?At this moment, the Demon God Lord hoped that he had heard wrongly.

"Haha, resurrection? It's interesting. You guys have some skills in this plan to hunt the demon god. I'll wait and see."

"Just sit and wait for the day when the demon god race will truly die out."

"Tch... offal!"

The Lord of the Demon God uttered a foul mouth, gritted his teeth and said:

"In this plan to hunt demon gods, can you, who is involved in it, retreat safely? Are you a chess piece in the hands of the ancestor of the gods or an abandoned piece?"

"No matter what my ending is, I am willing."

"Even if you die, are you willing?"

"Yes."

"Haha, you are loyal to the ancestor of the gods."

"No, you got the wrong partner. From the beginning to the end, I only stand by one person."

"Who? Son of the Virgin?"

The Lord of the Demon God couldn't help laughing coldly, and mocked maliciously: "You just stood by and watched him die, and you still have the face to say that you will always stand by his side?"

Michael, who was silently smiling, had golden flames flickering in the depths of his pupils.

The whole lake quietly burned, and it was beautifully golden and radiant.

"Let me give you a ride, help you escape faster, and go back to the old times."

The Lord of the Demon God turned blue with anger, and cursed viciously: "You will definitely die a terrible death."

"It is you demon gods who will die badly! Haven't you all perished long ago? The fate of making a comeback and being hostile to the gods will only be even more tragic.

You have to be clear, although the ancestor of the gods can't kill you temporarily, and it's not easy to seal you again, it doesn't mean he can't deal with you. "

"How to deal with it? Seal this king like 3000 million years ago? Or let this king disappear forever?"

The Lord of the Demon God laughed wildly, his voice was between a man and a woman, hoarse and cold like a crow crying.

A great sadness burst out from his broken body, but there was a beautiful smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)