God after all

Chapter 280 Peak God War 22 White Lord's Determination
"Let the Holy Son, or the Black Lord, use the container of the evil god to be regenerated, even if it is an unforgivable sin, I will admit it.

Even if you want to fall into the abyss of hell, it doesn't matter. "

Hearing the swear words of the King of the Heavenly Army, the beautiful boy's face turned pale, and his five fingers clenched into fists.

Groups of gold-armored warriors charging and rushing flooded his vision.

In the chaotic void, there are dense figures everywhere.

The scene of Kowloon fighting with the Angel Legion was so brutal and bloody that Michael couldn't bear it.

He finally stopped watching the battle, and floated up towards the sky, turning into a giant body soaring into the sky, with six wings stretching infinitely from his back.

His whole body was radiant, and the dazzling holy light he emitted took away the brightness of the day, like thousands of suns covering the world.

All the gods and warriors of the heavenly army present were all submerged in the light, no one could see their own body, and no one could see the splendid existence between heaven and earth.

The seraphim radiated endless beams of light, and the beautiful and colorful rain poured down the sky, making countless soldiers of the heavenly army disappear.

The gods fled in fear and fear, and not many stayed to face powerful opponents.

Only Yahweh Isaac can see the beauty of the Lord of Light.

"Michael, the weapon you were born to destroy a demon god, how dare you betray the main god you serve!"

The beautiful boy got angry, and his bright and transparent voice resounded through the sky.

He always had a calm face, with a rare dignified expression.

"Does this scene seem familiar? Did it make Heavenly Father miss his beloved son?"

Michael's beautiful voice, melodiously floating in the world.

Recalling the incident of Lucifer falling into the sky 3000 million years ago, Yahweh Bai showed a trace of painful emotion on his serious face.

His lotus-like icy silver pupils were burning with anger, and there was unbearable pain inside.

Incomparably powerful iron spears emerged out of thin air, frozen in place, and there were tens of thousands of them.

The sharp spearheads were all aimed at the giant portrait towering in the sky, and shot out like meteors pouring down.

The seraphim became the target of the black iron spear.

Countless weapons pierce the void and attack the target.

At this time, the halo of light enveloped the dazzling and brilliant figure, blocking the iron spears that shot like pearls.

The aperture not only formed a protective barrier, but also reduced the iron spear to fragments.But even so, the black iron objects that gathered in the sky continued to pour out, and the dense coverage covered the boundless sky.

A platinum long spear emerged from the right hand of Lord Bai, and the barrel of the gun was shining brightly.

A strong white aura emanates from the beautiful boy's body, and his whole body almost wants to blend into the holy color.

Like a shooting star, he flew across at high speed, piercing through the chest of the seraphim.

The halo covering the angel's body collapsed.

In an instant, countless thousands of black iron spears hit the brilliant figure with the sky above its head and the void under its feet.

The horrifying and bloody picture is reflected in the field of vision of the creatures on the battlefield.

"There is no one who does not widen his eyes in panic and make a dazed expression.

The majestic Lord of Light became the target of the iron spear, and his bloody body was filled with cold weapons.

The radiance was overshadowed around him.

At this moment, the sky has returned to a clear scene, and there are many figures like a sea of ​​sand standing impressively.

In the distance, the gods and warriors in groups surrounded all four directions of the sky.

They all looked at the center of the encirclement, casting ruthless gazes.

Seeing that the Maharaja was killed, Jiulong rushed to his side to protect him and blocked iron spears from all directions for him.

"I didn't expect you to be so weak, is this still the king of the heavenly army?"

The clear and bright voice of Lord Bai resounded through the battlefield.

The young man holding a platinum spear hangs in the void, his body slowly rises.

This battle, which can be called an epic level, is full of turmoil and grandeur, and the grand scene is magnificent and majestic.

In the Three Thousand Great Thousand Worlds, there is no one who does not know that the long-lost battle of the gods is taking place in the world.

"Don't worry, it will be returned to you soon."

The seraphim Michael can still speak calmly, responding to his heavenly father without haste.

Bai Yahweh's complexion changed slightly because he sensed an unexpected situation—the sounds of the wind and the wind reverberated on the battlefield.

At the same time, the huge form transformed into a transparent phenomenon and was disappearing.

"Bonn, go to Mandoro Volcano."

The nine dragon gods who understood each other rushed to the same direction, struggling to break through the encirclement of the gods and the angel army.

Faced with the powerful impact force from the dragon's body, a large area of ​​human body exploded into a blood mist.

No one was caught off guard, unable to cope with the disappearance of the body of Maharaja Michael - countless blood-stained iron spears bounced back and forth.

The gods and celestial warriors were slain almost to the death.

In the howling and screaming, there was another crisp wind chime mixed in.

"Chase!"

The forbearing and calm Bai Yahweh hangs in the void, an unscathed scene in the chaotic scene.

A quarter of the gods and battle angels took the lead, forming a scene like a sea tide, chasing after the Kowloon.

A strange fragrance was mixed in the turbid and dirty air, and the face of the beautiful boy who smelled this familiar smell turned pale.

A female shadow appeared in the sky, occupying a huge area.

"Sorry, Father!"

The voice of Michel, the Goddess of Time, was heard clearly and forcefully throughout the battlefield.

"I'm on the side of the Son."

Bai Yahweh tightened his fingers violently, and after hearing the words "Forgive me for not following you anymore", a flame of rage burned in his silver pupils.

The shadow immediately collapsed and disappeared in the sky.

The endless iron spears flew backwards, obscuring the beautiful boy's vision.

The corpses on the battlefield covered the distance, with rolling heads, broken hands and feet, broken armor and broken armor everywhere.

A quarter of the gods and the soldiers of the heavenly army soared against the wind, turning into several tornado beams of flying and churning, persistently chasing and beating the Kowloon God.

The wind, fire, thunder and lightning hit the dragon's body flying through the clouds and fog, but they could not hinder them.

The images of the nine dragons moving at a high speed seem to fly by the aurora, throwing the gods and heavenly soldiers far away.

When the wind chimes sounded, the chasers saw the fleeing traitor from the heavens disappear without a trace and disappeared in an instant.

An eerie silence freezes the air.

The gods and celestial warriors stopped chasing, all petrified and standing in the void like sculptures.

The divine light emanating from them illuminates the sun magnificently.

The innocent young man appeared like a full moon, at the center of a huge lineup, receiving endless attention from everyone.

Surrounded by brilliant and superb gods, they are all suspended in the air, with their hands on their chests and salutes.

Countless soldiers of the Celestial Army, shining like stars, greeted the court ceremony and knelt down to worship.

"Siege of Mount Mandoro."

The Supreme One issued an order, calling for the creatures who bowed their heads and bowed their heads.

Their bodies all turned into meteor light belts flying, beautifully scattered in the sky and the earth.

(End of this chapter)