God after all

Chapter 154 The Fall of the Hero

The boy did not say the wrong thing, what was wrong was that he did not tolerate the cruel reality of these words.

The aunt must have been irritated, she grabbed the collar of the little nephew with one hand and dragged him to her face.

"Listen well, he has indeed saved many, many people...but the world will not forgive his origin just because of how many people he saved.

The Virgin Son is a curse that should not exist in the world, it is unclean! "

There were still many words to say, but my aunt couldn't bear to say it, because Ah Shan, who was held high by her collar, was crying, and tears swirled in her red eyes.

"No...it's not like this...Auntie, why do you say that about Brother Mask? Didn't you also say that he is a great hero before?"

Ah Shan tried hard to wipe his eyes, but he couldn't control the tears welling up, and burst into tears in sadness.

The great hero in my mind has become the object of the world's spurning, why did the facts become like this?
The people around turned their eyes to the boy with a nose and tears, not understanding why this child was so sad at such a young age.

"What's the use of crying? Can crying change reality?"

The aunt glared and tried to wake up the little nephew.

"I don't know the reality, I just know that no matter how much you hate Brother Mask, he is always a hero!"

The uncompromising boy snapped back, tears falling in his eyes.

The surroundings became silent, and people cast their eyes on the weeping ten-year-old boy.

"Don't you understand, brat? Your great hero is the enemy of all mankind!"

The aunt's extremely cruel words hurt the self-esteem of the boy Ah Shan who was on the verge of collapse.

His tears gushed fiercely like a fountain, and a great grief burst out from his small body.

"It's not...the enemy...it's a great hero!"

He choked up and sobbed, stubbornly refusing to accept the reality—since the identity of the Man in the Iron Mask as the son of a virgin was revealed to the public by the dark aristocrats, the existence of the Man in the Iron Mask has made the world loathe and hate him.

It seems that only little boys are willing to admit and firmly believe that the man in the iron mask is a hero.

The aunt suddenly quieted down, looking at the little nephew with unbearable eyes.

"When your parents passed away, you cried like this."

A big hand tied the top of the boy's head and stroked it gently.

"Aunt... Brother Mask is not an enemy..."

Hearing these choked words, the eyes of the middle-aged woman were moist, and a sad and bitter smile rose from the corner of her mouth
Because it attracted too much attention from the crowd, my aunt had no choice but to avoid the crowd's gaze and lead Ah Shan away.

As the boy walked, he turned his head and looked at the Iron City - it was his hometown, but he could never go back.

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The ground in the city is covered with shocking cracks, like a net covering the ground in all directions, the cracks are rough or slender, stretching all the way to the distance.

The cracks spread more densely near the taboo area, and there were several boundless openings more than one meter wide, which looked like the mouth of a trapped underground beast.

And at the junction of the place of death and the taboo area, the 52-meter-long abyss still exists, terribly exposing the darkness within oneself towards the dark sky.

One or two small truncated and collapsed Tongtian Shenzhu just fell on the abyss at the junction, connecting them into a road.It is hard to imagine what kind of supernatural power destroyed the pillar.

The sacred pillar was destroyed, and the built-in tens of millions of volts of high voltage also failed.

In this kind of place that seems to be a ruin left by the gods, there are naturally no shortage of members of the Holy Spirit Knights.Their numbers spread to the forbidden area one after another.

The taboo area has become indescribably tragic, it has become riddled with holes and beyond recognition, and the ground is horribly exposed with black holes and cracks.

Some black holes and gaps are nearly hundreds of meters in diameter, and it is no problem to swallow several high-rise buildings, and the interior reveals deep darkness.

Only a few dilapidated buildings survived, standing alone on the scarred ground.

Somewhere in the forbidden area, there is a circular pit with a terrible mouth, which is the trace of a beam of light that fell from the sky, crushing the houses that stood here.

Ruins were scattered on the edge of the round pit, leaving only a few lonely corners of the eaves facing the sky.

When the beam of light came last night, a violent hurricane blew up, crushing everything within a radius of ten kilometers and razing it to the ground.

The cold wind whispered desolately, crying like a lingering ghost.

The desolate and desolate scenery permeates every corner, presenting a deadly despair.

On the edge of the round pit with a diameter of about 20 meters, a group of male and female guards were stationed, divided into six or seven groups, with four or five groups in each group.

They were all dressed in black outfits, carrying double-edged swords, military crossbows, or large muskets, exuding a military aura.

Like a silver thread falling from the dark sky, this is a long-lost rain in the Forgotten City since the outbreak of the holy disaster.

Due to the destruction of the Tongtian Divine Pillar, the time that was once sealed began to flow, and night fell on this unrecognizable land again.

Feeling the cold current from the sky above his head, You Feng raised his face, and the endless rain reflected in the glazed ink pupils was falling from the dark sky, as if hundreds of millions of silver needles were covering the sky and covering the sky, carrying a clever and serious killing intent to drown him.

Even the vibrating sound of the mobile phone echoing in his pocket couldn't stop him from staring at the sky.

The raindrops dripped on his face, but he didn't take it seriously, with the half-burned cigarette dangling from his mouth.

This young man with a temperament as quiet and serene as the moon, his eyes are a little hollow, and there is a sadness that no one can understand between his brows.

"The ground crack here is no different from the crack that appeared in the last dragon-snake battle."

Youfeng, who answered the phone call, truthfully reported his opinion to Murong Yuan.

His boss was still far away from the headquarters of the Knights of the Holy Spirit, and was about to attend a meeting held by the Senate.

"Is it related to Leng Ji?"

"He disappeared on the day the dragon-snake war ended. I don't know if the current tragedy of the Forgotten City has something to do with him."

You Feng selfishly concealed the fact that Leng Ji came here.

"In the battle with the giant of fire, Lengji's life or death is uncertain. But the area where they fought left a crack in the ground, and now there are rumors everywhere that the crack in the abyss is inseparable from him."

"Master is suspecting that the destruction of the Forgotten City is also related to him?"

"Isn't it rare that you don't doubt it?"

"I just feel that no amount of speculation and doubt will help. Right now, we must find out where Lengji is."

The rain was pattering, and it seemed that it was going to fall harder and harder.

You Feng squatted down on the edge of the round pit, and extinguished the embers of a cigarette on a stone. The dark abyss under his feet seemed like a bottomless pit with no end.

He didn't speak any more, just silently listening to the voice coming from the phone.

After 2 minutes, the call ended.

He stood up, put his hands in his pockets casually, and the wind blew his hair and coat fluttering.

The picture of mechanical black objects flying like a flock of birds hovering in the sky in the forbidden area fell into the vision of the eyes of the demon spirit of Jehovah.

The beautiful boy sat on the shining golden throne, took one last look at the scene of the Forgotten City, and ended his peeping through time and space.

Maharaja Michael stood in the center of the temple. The first thing he did when he returned to the old era in AD [-] was to come to see the Heavenly Father on the throne.

"What the ancestor said, the majesty will arrange it."

Barefooted, Yahweh walked down the white jade steps. The glazed gauze woven of clouds and rainbows was as thin as onion wings, and the hem of the clothes behind him slid like clouds and flowing water with his steps.

"I hope the Heavenly Father will keep the matter of the rebirth of the Son on the tree of life a secret."

"why?"

"This is my personal opinion: don't let this matter leak out too early, otherwise the Demon God will definitely take action, which will be detrimental to the Holy Son and the heavens."

"But it can't be hidden for long."

Yahweh, who was walking down the steps, flashed in front of Michael, and greeted him with a bow.

"As long as he exists in the heavens for a day, the situation will be like walking on thin ice. Is the majesty sure to hide him airtight?"

"I know I can't hide it for long. At least until that day comes, I want to give him a peaceful and peaceful life, something he never had in that future era."

Yahweh felt slightly shocked and moved, and his heart was a little restless.

"Is the majesty trying to make up for something?"

"Maybe. I hope that the Holy Son will not live too hard like the first life."

Jehovah smiled as if realizing something, and bluntly revealed a cruel fact:
"It hurts, doesn't it? But Majesty, don't forget the identity of the Holy Son. He is just a pawn born to destroy the Demon God."

Michael lowered his head, speechless.

"Come on, let's go to the Garden of Eden."

Yahweh, who passed by him, left these words.

(End of this chapter)