God after all

Chapter 200 Li Situ's Magical Castle Constantine Cathedral Death Scene.

Led by a street lamp bouncing around, he came to Li Situ's residence in the cold night.

"I can only send you here."

The street lamp stayed outside the gate, showing no intention of entering the house.

Thanking Lengji politely, he watched it return the same way.

"Can this door be pushed open?"

Bonn, who raised his snake body, was conquered by the thick and tall giant bronze door.

With the idea that you can only know by trying, Leng Ji stretched out his hand.

But his fingers hadn't touched the door yet, and the door opened by itself with a gap that could accommodate one person.

Until the figure outside the door entered the inside, the door automatically closed and closed.

Looking at the extremely spacious and open space inside, Leng Ji realized that this is a place similar to a hall. Compared with the magnificent and magnificent outside, the decoration style is more dark, solemn and cold in shape.

The stone-carved angels adorning the surrounding walls face downward with a benevolent and compassionate expression.

Walking in such a mysterious and quiet place with dimly lit candles, Leng Ji felt uncomfortable, as if being peeped by something.

"Are you the holy son created by the ancestor of all gods to destroy the race of demon gods?"

Shen Snake and Leng Ji were both taken aback. Although they didn't know who was speaking, they could sense that it was someone among the sculptures.

"Look, you scared them."

Under the gaze of a man and a snake, a sculpture blatantly turned its head and turned its face, and made a sound in a certain direction.

Its beadless eyes, mouth, and even its facial expressions have not moved, only its head has moved.

"After all, he is the Holy Son, so it's impossible for him to be so timid?"

"You're still a child, how can you kill a demon god at such a young age?"

"It seems that we have to wait for him to grow up."

"The body looks really weak, I suspect he is a girl!"

Loud laughter rang out from all around, and the sound floated chaotically among the many stone statues.

"Shut up, don't be rude to the Holy Son! What are you all?"

Bonn got angry, and it was the only one who would protect the Son no matter what happened.

"It is Lord Li Situ who gave us our thoughts and lives."

It turns out that these sculpted angels exist the same as the objects outside.

"I have something to do with your lord, where is he?"

Looking up Leng Ji asked very politely.

"Just go straight, sir is in the study at the end."

Leng Ji did not stay in place for long, following the instructions of the sculptured angel.

"No one has been here for a long time."

The ethereal echoes travel through the dark space, rippling endlessly.

The sculptures stared at the back of the Holy Son in a daze, and there was a sense of loneliness and loneliness in the words of a century of vicissitudes.

"Master Li Situ lives so closed." The divine snake murmured with emotion.

Leng Ji, who rarely spoke, walked out of the hall, passed the corridor, and came to the door of the study.

This time he didn't reach out, the door opened automatically, and his vision was shocked at a glance.

The interior space, which is as wide as the hall, is a towering and huge library, lined up in the sky with seemingly endless groups of bookshelves standing up to hundreds of meters in the air.

The most striking thing is that countless books emit light, illuminating the deep darkness of the room.

The divine snake stared straight at the scene, and couldn't help being amazed, exclaiming that the scene was too beautiful and spectacular.

"Excellent, not inferior to the Zangshu Pavilion in the heavens."

Bonn uttered an indescribable sound of praise, and had already been conquered by Li Situ's extensive and profound book.

"The Holy Son is here, you go inside."

The sound came from the depths of silence, attracting Leng Ji to move forward.

"My lord, your study is very grand. How many books are there?"

"I don't remember either."

Li Situ replied to the snake with his usual gentle and unique voice.

In such a starry world, the radiance surrounds silent figures who walk the earth.

The figure is like a pilgrimage to meet the gods.

"What are you doing?"

Leng Ji who stopped walking raised his face slightly, and saw a desk occupying most of the space on the ground on the stone steps several stories high.

Li Situ wrote at his desk with a quill in his hand without looking up.

"Write a letter to the Father, Jehovah."

A white dove stayed not far from his hand, and occasionally it would get close to see what he was writing, or turn around to look at the Holy Son standing under the stone steps.

"The frequent disappearance of children in the capital is beyond human control. If the heavens do not step forward to intervene in this matter, the capital will fall into a panic that will never be peaceful."

"The disastrous defeat of the Holy King's Dharma Protector has severely slapped the face of the Heaven Realm. Those angels and gods will probably not intervene in the child's disappearance blatantly."

The Divine Snake Bonn said this knowing the situation, as if he knew exactly where the heavens stood and acted.

"It would have been different if Jehovah had spoken up."

Li Situ stopped writing, folded the clean and flawless rice paper, put it into a four-corner envelope, and simply stamped it with a sealing seal.

Leng Ji discovered that the thing put into the envelope was actually a piece of white paper with no writing on it.

The white dove grabbed the envelope with its beak, took off with flapping wings, and swept out of the high window.

"come here."

Leng Ji heard the sound approaching, sat down on the king's chair in front of the desk, and faced Li Situ face to face.

"I don't stay in the castle very often, let alone guard the Nikolay Antique Shop on Witch Street. The witches who watch the shop there are created by my magic."

"The day I came to look for you, I didn't see the witch you mentioned."

"I let her go to other things. That's because I knew you were coming to Nicholas, so I waited for you in the store in advance."

Li Situ couldn't take his eyes off the gloomy and depressing Lengji face, as if he was dazzled by his stunning beauty.

"From tomorrow onwards, you will go to the store to help."

Leng Ji nodded in response.

Li Situ stretched out his hand, and a cluster of flames burst out from the palm of his fingers.

The flame moved and floated to the center of the table to stay.

"Do you want to reproduce the tragedy of Constantine Cathedral?"

The voice of the divine snake is full of ancient solemnity, like the whisper of a mysterious priest.

Leng Leng was silent, watching the flames and couldn't take his eyes off.The faintly flickering red shadow reflects the sighing face.

Attracted by the image emerging from the fire, Bonn stretched out the snake's head and stared intently.

"Oh... this is?"

It was startled, and a look of horror flashed across its red pupils.

The raging fire enveloped the ancient Constantine Cathedral, frantically destroying the capital's premier sacred building.

Countless cold spiers slanted and fell from high places, hitting the ground full of dead bodies.

All the national knights guarding the church were killed, and their bodies stretched to the far side of the square.

Flocks of crows rose and fell on the corpse, hissing sharply.

The sky is full of bird shadows.

Blood flowed down the stone steps, and at the end of the stone steps were the corpses of several knights lying on the ground, their shiny armors were stained red with blood.

Beside these human knights, there is a man who has not bowed his knees until his death.

The man held a large sword rolling down the stone steps.

"It's Laird."

The well-known Bonn closed his eyes, unwilling to watch the scene of the battle angel's death.

Laird is the No. 8 strongest member of the Angel Legion, the Holy King's Dharma Protector Army, and died in the mortal world while performing the task of guarding Princess Li Yunji.

Leng Ji stared at Laird, whose eyes were closed tightly, from the light and shadow of the fire, his bright and stern face looked as if he was asleep.

(End of this chapter)