God after all

White Yahweh gritted his teeth and fled away unwillingly.But if he doesn't leave now, his surviving subordinates may be wiped out here.

"If you don't want to surrender to me, go back and seek the protection of the ancestor of the gods. I will give you a chance to revive and crusade against me, and let you kneel down and cry and beg me."

These terrible words hit the heart directly, making the beautiful boy feel terrified.

Hearing the voice above his head say: "I will take everything from you..." His heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

"Isaac, you have been sitting on the throne for so long, it's time to fall into the altar."

Bai Yahweh couldn't utter a word of rebuttal, but knelt quietly and lowered his head, fisted his five fingers, and remained silent.

The evil god confided the power of the word "Get out", forming a terrifying scene.

The blood energy pervading all directions gathered and flocked to the creatures of the heavens.

Even Bai Yahweh stared wide-eyed in horror, wrapped in surging blood.

In an instant, thick clouds of blood huddled together, devouring all the creatures in the heavens.

They disappeared in the blood, and were sent back to the heaven by indescribable power.

The war is over.

The violent wind blows, as if howling and weeping.

Uncounted dead bodies were all resurrected, only Michael who fell into the river of blood remained unchanged.

The evil god's body descended slowly, staying above the blood river without moving.

With calm and melancholy eyes, he looked down at Michael, who had only half of his body left.

Nine Dragon God leaned over and looked at the corpse soaked in blood with pity.

A golden dragon said in a lonely voice: "Is the Majesty really dead?"

"Will not."

The cold and indifferent voice made Nine Dragons feel at ease inexplicably.

The evil god descended slowly in coldness, staying at a height close to Michael.

He noticed a hideous and horrifying human face on the half-severed arm in the pool of blood.

"Are you... Lyle?"

Recognizing that the opponent is the former Lord of Hell who defeated Lucifer, Kowloon was inevitably surprised and whispered.

"Aren't you dead?"

"Haha, even Lucifer thought he really killed me."

The last fate of Lyle, the last lord of hell who was pulled down from the throne by Lucifer, came into Leng Ji's eyes.

"You should have died, but Michael saved you."

As if realizing that his fate was seen through by the evil god, Lyle's face was stunned.

"After Lucifer fell from heaven, he wanted to take my place. At that time, the war between me and him was well known in the world.

However, in the end I still lost.In the blood valley battle of hell, the whole army was destroyed, and his body was broken by Lucifer.

What was waiting for me was annihilation in fly ash, but... Michael appeared.

Today's him is just like me lying in a pool of blood at that time. "

Only the face parasitic on the human face on the arm remained, and the voice of speaking contained a touch of sadness.

Looking down at the pool of blood coldly, his expression was lonely and lonely.

The severed arm floated up following his gaze, hanging in the air without moving.

He reached out and took a gold ring from the middle finger of the severed arm.

The ring still seals Genelle Krillottuya, but Leng Ji doesn't want to release the little devil now.

Keenly aware of what Leng Ji wanted to do, Bai Long, one of the nine dragons, asked, "Do you want to seal the majesty in the golden ring?"

The ring was originally a sacred object of the Maharaja, and it was given to Leng Ji to subdue Genelle.

Michael, who almost wiped out the White Lord's army, the floating half of his body turned into a ball of light, which was absorbed by this shining golden ring.

The ring took the initiative to approach the evil god's hand and put it on the middle finger.

When the handsome evil god flew away, his broken arm fell into the river of blood.

"Take me, too?"

The human face on the parasitic broken arm whispered sadly, staring at the back of the only one.

"Please... I don't want to die yet..."

The voice of prayer was extremely lonely and lonely.

The broken arm gradually turned into powder and dissipated, and the human face disappeared without a trace.

The boundless army of corpses knelt down and kowtowed for the evil god.

The scene is vast and magnificent, and Megatron universe.

Nine domineering and majestic oriental dragons supported the evil god, and their roars together were earth-shattering and piercing into the sky.

The earth, mountains, sky, and stars all trembled and swayed, and the endless river of blood roiled and rolled.

The cold wind was bitter, frenziedly blowing the evil god's hair.

"Where are you going now?"

Turning a deaf ear to a golden dragon's inquiry, the coldness of flying forward has no intention of stopping.

"Do you still remember the reason why the twelve demon gods betrayed the heavens?"

It was very unexpected that the master would say this, and the eyes of the nine dragon gods lost focus and became dazed.

"It's been a long time. During the Light Fire Festival held every 10 years, [-] subjects of the kingdom of Eldra were unfortunately reduced to fire sacrifices because they blasphemed the Lord of Gods.

Even Prince Menes died in the flames of light and turned into soot. "

"This is a conspiracy planned by Lucifer."

Such a distant and heavy past, such a sad thing, Leng Ji actually said a word in a calm and breezy manner.

Nine Dragons God felt pain in breathing, and was so shocked by the truth beyond words.

The cold and silent atmosphere was fermenting, and the whole world fell into silence.

The picture covered by the army of dead bodies is vast and full of atmosphere of death, decadence, depravity, gloom and sadness.

All the good things in the world seem to be gathered in the evil god. Standing in despair and sorrow, will he bring salvation or curse?

"Why didn't you tell the truth until now? Did you predict the past 3000 million years ago after you became an evil god?"

Leng Ji didn't answer the words, and the body that flew forward stopped in the void.

The endless army of corpses kept bending over and kowtowing. The evil gods were not allowed to look directly at them, so they were not even qualified to raise their faces.

"If I could find out Lucifer's conspiracy back then, the kingdom of Erdora would not have perished."

Unexpectedly, Leng Ji would say something that was too late, and Nine Dragon God sighed helplessly.

"Will you take revenge? Kill Lucifer, cut off his head and throw it in front of the demon god?"

"Go to hell now."

Leng Ji's casual words are as firm as an oath.

The innumerable corpse corps moved, and the sky and the ground were covered like clouds and rain pouring down, covering the sun.

The Prince of the Devil Realm, who had been slapped by Leng Ji's palm before and flew thousands of miles away, and finally rushed to the desperate place, turned pale with fright.

The strong wind blew his clothes and pants in a mess, and his thin figure wandering the vast land exuded the vicissitudes of life and loneliness.

Shocked by what he saw and heard, he stopped and looked up at the gloomy sky, falling into a dazed state.

The army of dead bodies is as numerous as a vast sea of ​​sand, dense as swarms of ants.

The vision of Mammon, the Prince of the Demon Realm, was completely occupied by dead bodies that filled the sky.

He heard the earth-shattering roar of the dragon god, and caught a few giant dragons soaring high into the sky with sharp eyes.

Ride a dragon to roam the silence between heaven and earth, glance at the world below, and witness familiar figures coming to kill with a knife.