God after all

Chapter 270 Peak God War 12 · Becoming God's Loneliness

Looking up, Muchel, who witnessed all this, had a look of unbearable pity in his eyes.

Xia Fan was just a young man, Li Yunji's death touched his human heart which had long stopped beating.

He raised his hand to wipe his eyes, feeling an indescribable pain in his chest.

As Li Yunji's body quickly dissipated, her face was annihilated by flying ash, and the dust spread from her shoulders to her chest and abdomen.

The true face of the evil god began to appear in front of everyone.

Muchelle was stunned, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect it to be a pair of twins."

"In order to prevent them from waking up, I sealed them with the holy sword."

When Leng Ji turned to leave, seven figures in white robes escaped into the lotus.

Seven lotus flowers in a circle gather and fuse into one.

The white lotus rises and floats, opens its petals, wraps the evil spirit in it, and closes it into a flower bone.

"How to deal with them, you bring them back to the heavens."

"Can't it be destroyed directly?"

Muchel, who was following the holy back, couldn't take his eyes off.

"I'm afraid you have to ask the ancestor of the gods."

Leng Ji left without nostalgia, ignoring the goddess of time.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Michelle, who hadn't finished speaking, disappeared from the back.

"This illusory space is about to collapse."

Xia Fan reminded the Goddess of Time that she should not stay here for a long time, and said: "You take the evil god back to the heaven to return to life, remember to be careful, and to be safe, go to Michael first."

"I know."

Muchel stretched out his hand to catch the lotus floating down from the sky, watching the huge snow lotus turn into a beam of light and shoot into the palm of his hand and disappear.

"Goodbye, my lord goddess!"

Xia Fan, who summoned the black vortex, put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her closer to the vortex.

"This space-time portal will take you outside the ruins palace."

Muchel, who entered the black vortex, turned around, not understanding why Xia Fan stood still.

"I have no intention of leaving here."

The bitter smile raised from the corner of his mouth revealed an indescribable desolation.

"Being bitten by the black cat of the Clilot Tuya family, I became a fallen human! I have always hated my identity as a mid-level apostle."

"So you want to die here?"

Vaguely accepting his choice in his heart, Muchel did not reach out to give him a hand.

"Why don't you ask Leng Ji...to turn you back into a human?"

"Even if I turn back into a human, I can't forgive my depravity. I'm guilty."

Muchel was taken aback because he saw tears welling up in Xia Fan's red pupils.

This young man with a somewhat stubborn and lonely expression quietly said nothing, and there was an indelible sadness stuck in his firm eyes.

Watching the black vortex shrink into a twilight and disappear without a trace, he was in the distorted and ruptured space, desperately welcoming his own destruction.

Darkness descends, swallowing everything.

After Leng Ji left the virtual space, he went to the end of the abyss.

This end is connected to another world of mountains, rivers and valleys.

The adjacent cliffs on both sides are towering and majestic, standing straight up against the vast sky.

Even the bright daylight cannot illuminate the bottom of the cliff.But the holy figure emerged out of thin air, reversed and changed the darkness of the underground.

The unprecedented warmth of the day came, the cold and dark underground receded, and the sun shone brightly.

A pair of flawless bare feet resting on the surface of the water, the dirty water immediately becomes clear.

The coming of the holy figure is like bringing a beautiful blessing, giving the world a bright recovery.

The clear and shallow stream flowed under Leng Ji's feet. He stood motionless on the surface of the rocks and deposited water. The canyon he looked at was deep and quiet, and the empty valley bottom illuminated by the brilliant sky was full of clear and pleasant atmosphere.

Brilliant brilliance radiated around him.

He took steps to walk, and lotus flowers bloomed under his feet.

Because of his arrival, the snow lotus blooms beautifully, and the picture of the petals under his feet is beautiful and sacred.

After taking seven steps forward, he stopped silently.

Not far in front of him, there was a half human head spread out in the sparkling clear water.

"Black Jehovah..."

Like a desperate call before dying, the bald man murmured feebly.

Leng Ji looked down at the dying Ido quietly.

This Great Demon God ranked fifth among the Twelve Demon Gods, at his birth - he was not given the fate of immortality by the ancestor of all gods like other brothers and sisters.

3000 million years ago, his body was destroyed in the war, and only his head was left to sleep in the abyss of the sea with the Lord of Demon Gods.

Now the disastrous defeat of the cold and silent hand who inherited the divine power of the Black Lord fell from the virtual space created by the Lord of Demon Gods into the abyss canyon.

He stared at the cold eyes, it was a kind of eyes that looked at an old friend reunited after a long absence.

Facing the powerful opponent of the past, he was powerless to fight.

"You can come here... It seems... Big brother failed."

Leng Ji remained silent, looking at the half of the head that was disappearing under his feet without emotion.

Ido turned into soot and powder, and he couldn't last long.

"Unfortunately, you managed to recover with the help of the Holy Son's physical body, but since this physical body cannot carry your strength, it can't last long."

Ido said that sadness turned into joy in the end, and it was difficult to suppress the excitement and titter.

"My elder brother will not let it go."

Because he knows the temperament of the Lord of the Demon God like the palm of his hand, he was able to provoke his former opponent so confidently.

Leng Ji, who was always silent, stepped forward and crushed half of the head.

All of a sudden, the dilapidated Ido completely disintegrated.

"The demon god will not lose...will not perish..."

Is his last murmur to himself an unattainable and sad delusion, or will the prophecy come true?
Leng Ji, who walked silently, looked dignified.

His bare feet stepped into the water, and the rippling water was golden.

Sun-like warm colors, shining on the black things in the clear and shallow streams.

The motionless giant snake head woke up with its eyes open, and a holy figure was reflected in the deep emerald pupils.

The figure's body was covered with silver light, and the sun-like golden sandy gold flowed on the white clothes as thin as cicada's wings.

The sun, the moon, and the stars will all be overshadowed by his beauty that inverts all living beings.

All the scenes of the world and everything are not as good as Bonn looking at him at this time.

"You are... Black Lord?"

The snake head looked at the figure in a trance and stopped, casting an indifferent and distant gaze from its indifferent and gentle silver pupils.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

The figure spoke in Bonn's familiar voice.

"Have you awakened yet?"

The smuggler who recognized the reality clearly murmured sadly and feebly.There is a melancholy and sad look in the emerald pupils.

Is it looking at the Son, or is it the Black Lord?

"Although I don't know why you became what you are now; but in my heart, you will always be the holy son I watched growing up."

Touched by the coldness that moved a little, there was an emotional color in the silver pupils that flashed like an electric current.

"The power of the black Lord is in me."

"Why is that?"

"The power was originally sealed in the blood of the skeleton. This blood bead gave birth to my body.

I died in the future world, and both the body and soul were absorbed by the blood of the god's bones, and this life was born in the blood of the god's bones. "

"That is to say, the tree of life is the breeding ground for your birth in this life, and the blood of the god's skeleton is the creator."

Bonn, who had a little comprehension, stared at the brilliant existence with sympathetic eyes.

"The blood of the skeleton was tailor-made for you by your father."

After seeing through the fate of the characters in front of it, it feels sad for the characters' involuntary fate.

Lengji is just silence, standing still quietly, exuding an unspeakable sense of sadness and loneliness.

When Bonn watched him silently, he felt extremely lonely and sad in his presence.

(End of this chapter)