God after all

Chapter 201 Li Situ's Magic Castle · Death in Naruto
I don't know what kind of perseverance he used to sit quietly on the stone steps and stand still, guarding the huge ancient brass gate behind him until his death.

Although his wings were cut off, what caused his fatal injury was not the loss of his noble wings, but the crushing of his divine essence.

A hole was formed in the left chest where Shenyuan should have lived, and the fragmented group of Shenyuan condensed into a crystal in the chest, as if the golden light had been frozen into ice, and the light slowly scattered from the crystal.

In the end, when the divine energy was exhausted, there was no more radiance to overflow, and Laird's body turned into powder and disappeared.

The image disappeared, and the firelight dimmed the color, as if mourning Laird's death.

The divine snake Bonn sighed sadly: "Is it just for us to see him die?"

"You can watch the beginning of the war if you want."

The flame that Li Situ stretched out and flicked past, reflected the image again, playing back a real picture.

An ominous evil wind blew up in the dark night, filled with a strong murderous aura.

The whirling wind was mixed with the melodious sound of the flute floating from afar, and this gust of wind brought the desolate and strange sound of the flute to the ears of the Knights.

Laird frowned subconsciously, staring past the human army into the depths of the night, his golden pupils reflected the trail of the wind whirling and a group of black shadows walking in the night.

A few bolts of lightning flashed across the sky, bringing the fury of thunder, and a sudden torrential rain fell without warning.

Thousands of fine raindrops poured from the pitch-black sky towards the earth, intertwined with the wind, and slantedly slapped the knights all over.

The great cloak covering Laird's body fluttered in the wind, fluttering like a scarlet banner flying in the dark.

There was a circle of silver light in the golden pupils, causing a strange aura to overflow from Laird's body, and then the silver barrier visible to the naked eye quickly spread around.

Silently following the wind blade that hit the Knights, it was blocked by the barrier.

As long as the sound of the flute is not over, the attacks of the wind blade will be endless.

This flute sound, which seems to come from the underworld, controls the wind and turns it into a deadly weapon.

So, who is manipulating these worldly treacherous sorcery?

Black shadows frequently rose into the air, organized into a huge circle, and surrounded Constantine Cathedral in all directions.

There were hundreds of these shadows, all covered in pitch-black robes, like the god of death wandering around the world, all holding flaming torches.

The light of the fire illuminated their plain, dark faces, but their eyes were an inhuman red.

The desolate and misty flute sound suddenly stopped.

The player sitting on the tall man's shoulder jumped to the ground lightly.

Under the feet of this blond-haired and red-eyed boy, only the ominous cold wind caressed quietly.

People could faintly see the perverse smile on the corner of the boy's mouth, his small body jumped up from the ground like black lightning, and the hem of his elegant overturned coat cut through Night Breeze.

He descended from the sky like a ghost, carrying a fierce and murderous aura.

The light of the knife flashed by.

The silver enchantment broke through a gap at a speed visible to the naked eye, and exploded suddenly.

The eyes of the knights who lost their sanctuary were filled with silver shards flying in the air, and there was a sound of glass breaking in their ears.

At this moment, in the sky above their heads, hundreds of people in black robes broke through the windows of Constantine Cathedral.

The sound of explosions from the rose window resounded through the night.

The approach of something, sweeping across the body with a cold breath - this is the true feeling of all the knights.

The most frightening thing is that they have signs that seem to be dying: pupils are wide open, and a deep fear is rooted in their eyes.Then, blood sprayed from the neck, forehead, body and other parts.

All the knights present fell to the ground at the same time, all of them showing terrible fatal injuries.

Some had their necks cut open, while others had their heads split in half from the top to the jaw.

The screams of ghosts and wolves echoed in the church, as if they were crying for the tens of thousands of dead in the marble square.

Only the young Laird looked at all this indifferently, and did not feel much sadness at the scene before this fragile life of human beings.

"too weak."

The boy standing in the center of the corpse holds the magic knife "Satan". The elegant blade, which is nearly two meters long, is astounding, and the blood mixed with raindrops winds down from the silver blade.

"No wonder you didn't save them! Human beings are human beings, and they will be broken if you squeeze them. No matter how hard you try to save them, it will be a waste of effort."

The boy raised his hand to shake off the blood foam stained on the blade.

The blade that cut Night Breeze trembled slightly in the rain.

"It's cruel."

Facing the lifelike and lifelike picture in the firelight, the snake Bonn couldn't help but sigh.

"What an astonishing speed." The calm Leng Ji only uttered five words.

The smoke kept gushing out, and the Constantine Cathedral was in flames from the inside to the outside.

The culprit who caused the fire turned out to be hundreds of civilians.

The sound of the bell breaks the peace of the deep dark night, and also breaks the slumber of the city.

Around the wind began to rise, the wind is very violent.

The melancholy and melodious flute sounded again in the bleak wind, screaming strangely in the dark night.

Even Leng Ji, who was a bystander, stared at what happened at that time through the faint firelight, and could clearly perceive the horror of the atmosphere.

The eerie aura that emerged spontaneously enveloped the surroundings, and then the air froze, time froze, the flames intertwined with thick smoke were absolutely still, and even the trajectory of the wind flow settled in the night sky.

Only the sound of the flute is wandering, and the resentful neighing is like a dead soul in the eternal night.

Indifferent and calm as cold and silent, rare mood swings will also flash in the deep black eyes.

Bonn's eyeballs were about to pop out, and the look in the snake's eyes could not be described as shock and horror.

"Is this...'Space Freezing Technique'!?"

Bonn couldn't believe it, he didn't notice that the face of the Son of God had changed.

The more screeching flute sound suddenly stopped.

A black shadow appeared in the darkness, and walked towards the place illuminated by the fire, but in an instant, it was very close to the motionless Laird.

The black shadow stretched out five fingers wearing white gloves, piercing Laird's chest.

What was crushed was not only the spirit of this angel, but also the stillness of the surrounding things.

The flute still echoed, the wind howled, and the flames danced in the dark.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and the torrential rain fell violently on the ground.

Noticing that the knights beside him had fallen one after another, Laird was slightly taken aback after seeing the face of the man in front of him, and uttered a name.

"Lelion Crilllottuya."

Behind Laird, the ancient door of the church slowly opened, and Leyleon disappeared like a phantom.

When he reappeared, it was inside the huge door, where there was a burning flame, and there was a man in black waiting there.

The misty flute sound stopped.

Seeing that Leon was getting farther and farther away, Genelle quickly caught up with Laird, and when he passed by Laird, he dropped the word "Scum!", and cut off the scum's wings with a knife.

"Brother, are you robbing my prey again?"

"But you can't beat him."

The conversation coming from the door behind him hit Laird's broken chest like a thunderbolt.

He knelt on the ground in pain on one knee, and there was a deep and indelible sadness in his eyes.

The church was full of dead people, the corpses were piled up in hills, and the blood flowed into streams.

Hundreds of sculptures of god statues smashed to pieces on the ground and were completely burned by the flames.

In the deep underground prison where Princess Li Yunji was held, Leng Ji wanted to see the scene when she was taken away by the Lord of the Demon God.

But the firelight suddenly became dark, and the fire on the table went out.

"What's wrong?" The snake Bonn felt strange, did the picture end here?

"The underground prison has a barrier set up by the Lord of the Demon God." Li Situ said lightly.

(End of this chapter)