God after all

Chapter 152 The Head in the Porcelain Jar
"This king has never regretted being hostile to the ancestor of the gods! Even if the night is lonely, the day is burning, day and night wandering around the world like a lonely ghost, this king will never bow down for him."

The Demon God Lord opened his injured right eye, and blood flowed from the cracked corner of the eye.

In order to avoid his appearance of lowering his head and weeping, he raised his jaw and stared at Michael contemptuously, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"This king himself is a god, how could he be willing to become the slave of the ancestor of all gods!"

"It's okay. Since you are so unwilling, let's take revenge."

"This king wants to kill you in the heavens, make you despair, make you fear, and make you regret it."

As soon as the Lord of the Demon God finished speaking, he saw a ball of golden fire flying out of Michael's palm. In the blink of an eye, the golden flames engulfed everything.

"See you in another world."

Before the Demon God Lord had no choice but to leave this place, Michael threw these words into the air.

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It took only 10 minutes to return to the land of the realm.

Stepping into the living room of the villa, Michael saw Muchel sitting on the sofa and smoking a cigarette.

"The god ancestor is waiting for you on the second floor."

The Goddess of Time, who didn't lift her face, looked preoccupied.

Michael walked along the stairs, approached the room where the ancestor of the gods was, pushed the door and entered.

The first thing that came into view was the sleeping girl lying flat on the big white bed, with a cold head on the classical and elegant mahogany table, and the sight moved to the French window on the right, where the ancestor of all gods sat quietly on an easy chair in front of the window .

Michael walked behind this extremely distinguished man, knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and admitted his mistake:
"It was my incompetence that made the Lord of the Demon God escape."

"Your Majesty, excuse me, you don't need to kneel."

But Michael couldn't get up, with an attitude of pleading guilty, and said words of guilt and remorse:

"The Holy Son is dead, and I am powerless to protect him, and I cannot repay this guilt by apologizing with death."

"In this project of hunting the demon god, I am very satisfied with what the Majesty did. Especially the death of the Holy Son, I thought it was impossible for the Majesty to stand idly by, but your forbearance exceeded my expectations."

"Emotional things will only lead to bad things. I can't let the plan planned by the great ancestor of the gods fall short."

"As expected of the Lord of Light I have chosen, you are very loyal to me."

Perhaps Michael should add a sentence: I will always follow the great ancestor of God!
But in fact, his loyalty and selflessness have been dedicated to the Black Lord a long time ago.

"Come here, I have something for you."

Michael stood up upon hearing the sound, and stood aside.

"This is the blood of the skeleton snatched from the master of the demon god."

Reaching out his hand to take the beads handed over by the god ancestor, for some reason Michael's eyes showed a look of loneliness.

"You return to the old age with the blood of the skeleton, and put it in the tree of life to conceive."

"The breath of the Holy Child still remains on the bead."

The words "Lord of Light, King of Heaven" reveal a touch of sadness.

"The Son of God has only one head left, and the rest of his body has been absorbed by the blood of the skeleton."

Keenly feeling Michael's undetectable sadness, the god ancestor asked doubtfully, "Are you sad?"

"Yes."

"You are really honest in your words, and you don't hide your thoughts at all.

"I feel sorry for the Son of God."

The Patriarch of All Gods smiled bitterly, and tentatively said, "Couldn't he be like those ordinary people who have all kinds of emotions and six desires for the Holy Son?"

"Don't dare to blaspheme the Holy Son with mortal desires!"

"Forget it, the Holy Son has passed away, so it would be disrespectful to the deceased to discuss these things now."

The ancestor of all gods consciously ended this topic.

Michael saw him standing up from the easy chair, so he couldn't help but bend down with his hands tied to his chest.

"I'm leaving the world."

Seeing that the Maharaja didn't say anything to keep him, the ancestor of the gods turned his face away, and finally looked him straight in the eyes.

"I sealed all the timelines connecting the Holy Son, which is equivalent to sealing the time track that the Holy Son used to exist in the world.

If the demon gods want to travel back to the Son of God with the power of time and space travel, it is impossible. "

These words were all temporarily remembered by the ancestor of the gods.

It means that the timeline surrounding the Holy Son has ruined the opportunity for the demon race to take advantage of the "trajectory of time and space", which means that the reality that has already happened cannot be changed.

"The god ancestor is brilliant, blocking the intersection of time."

Michael, who bowed his head humbly, saw that the feet of the god ancestor standing on the ground turned into a silhouette.

No more voices were heard, and the atmosphere fell into a terrifying silence.

Michael, who was left alone, moved to the mahogany table and looked at the cold silence with only the head left, and he couldn't help taking steps under his feet.

The head's face is handsome and sad, with a hint of sadness lingering between the brows, with a lingering look of sadness and loneliness, and the appearance of closed eyes is quiet and lonely.

This kind of coldness made Michael see that God was silent.

There was no sadness or joy on the face of this majesty, but only the bottomless obsession hidden in the golden pupils, like a surging undercurrent emerging from the calm water.

"What kind of emotion do you have for him?"

Muchel appeared and stood in the room.

"This is not something a goddess should ask."

Michael, who held his head in his hands, reminded the woman behind him not to be troublesome.

Muchel had no choice but to change the subject and asked, "What did the ancestors say?"

"Go back and pack up. We will leave in an hour and return to the old era of [-] years."

To put it bluntly, Michael didn't care about Goddess Time's concerns at all.

"So... when will White Rose wake up?" She still couldn't help asking worriedly.

"do not know."

Hearing such a response, the Goddess of Time was disappointed.

"Let the god of the redwood forest take care of the white rose."

Michael sat down in the easy chair, holding the head in his arms with one hand, and holding the blood of the skeleton in the other.

The Blood of the Divine Skeleton is a sacred object made by the ancestor of the gods using his own bones and blood. It is dark red in color and can hide the breath of any creature in the world.

Those who hold the blood of the bones are equivalent to losing the meaning of existence of the body.The most important thing is that the five elements of the god of the Black Lord are also sealed in the bead.

"Does your majesty have any orders?"

"You go back."

The door slams.The space quickly returned to silence.

An hour later, Muchel, carrying a suitcase, opened the door and entered.

She witnessed the Maharaja leaning on the easy chair and looking at the world outside the window, as quiet as a wisp of smoke, and his figure seemed to be wrapped in a touch of sadness and loneliness.

Michael like this was soaked in unspeakable loneliness.

"It's time to go."

No voice responded.She saw the man leaning on the easy chair rise to his feet.

"Are we just letting White Rose sleep like this?" She still couldn't help asking.

"Do not care."

Turning around, Michael walked towards the door.

Muchel was surprised to find that he was holding a long-necked porcelain jar with a human head in his hand.

The pale-faced human head was placed in this transparent long-necked porcelain jar. The bottom of the porcelain jar was originally hollow, but magic was used to fill in the defects at the bottom to achieve a sealing effect.

Before sealing the neck, the porcelain jar was filled with antiseptic potion, so that Leng Ji's head was perfectly sealed.

The long-necked porcelain jar looks like a fragile glass bottle. It looks ordinary, but if someone wants to take out the head in the soaking liquid, it is not easy.

Porcelain jars are not broken, and cold and lonely heads can be sealed forever.

(End of this chapter)