God after all

Chapter 33 The Great Demon God Diosotto is the Son's Brother

The lighting in the room was dim, and the dim light cast gray shadows on the classic and elegant furniture.

Leng Ji leaned on the sofa, quietly without a sound, and the edge of the silent person was hidden on the beautiful and gloomy face.

The continuous roar of artillery shells was heard from the TV, broadcasting the war fought in the Changhong District-Shangxin Road area.

Night has fallen.

In the sky of nearly several hundred meters, bullets fired from different directions formed a dense red rain like a net, aiming at a certain central point together with the wind.

Fearless, Diosotto stepped forward, stepped on the void, and walked towards a low-flying helicopter head-on.

A giant sword of burning flames appeared in his hand, and with a slight wave of the hand holding the hilt, the edge of the sword sprayed out a turbulent stream of fire, submerging the target.

The flames quickly engulfed the whole body of the machine.

In the fiery flames, the scene of the pilot dying was reflected.

He struggled in pain and screamed frantically in the driver's seat, his hysterical face slowly melted, and his eyeballs stared out of their sockets horribly.

A loud explosion ended it all.

Death is not over.

The remaining survivors reversed their flight trajectory and began to retreat. The frantically rotating wings of the helicopter cut through the cold wind, ruthlessly tearing through the silence of the night.

Diosotto's legs were slightly lowered, and he used the strong elasticity of his lower body to support his whole body weight. His body leaped over the top of a helicopter like a spring, and then he fell suddenly and crushed the wing with his foot.

The damaged helicopter wobbled and fell, cut in two by a flaming sword.

Immediately afterwards, the fuselage that was divided into two was pulled up by a strong force, and the heavy fuselage was held high in the hands of Diosotto, and was quickly thrown out, hitting two fleeing armed helicopters.

The deafening explosion reverberated across the sky, billowing thick smoke was intertwined with the four evil winds, and even the air couldn't stop trembling.

The fragments of sparks carried by the broken body scattered and fell in the dark night, like flying meteors passing by.

Leng Ji ordered the remote-controlled robot in the invisible space to turn off the TV.

What followed was a dull and depressing atmosphere of dead silence, permeating the large living room.

Michael was sitting in the armchair by the window smoking a cigarette silently, with his legs crossed, his left hand resting on the armrest of the chair, and his index and middle fingers tapping once and for all.

"Why don't you continue watching?"

The beautiful young man was silent to him.

"Are you sure you can bring back the white rose?"

"You are really worried about her."

Not minding the indifference of the beautiful young man towards him, Michael flicked the cigarette ash on his fingertips, showing an unpredictable smile.

"I assure you she will be safe and well."

The smile restrained, and he said serious words in a calm tone: "I swear in the name of God!"

However, Leng Ji didn't seem to be very interested in his oath-like words, and his face was calm.

"Can you tell me the history of that big red-haired man?"

The tone is casual, the voice is calm as before, but there is an irresistible sense of threat and oppression.

"Diosotto is the son of the Patriarch of the Gods, so he is your elder brother."

Michael didn't intend to continue to hide it, and spoke meaningful words to reveal the truth.

"Gods can produce their own descendants, so different kinds of gods are born.

The descendants of Monet Ether, the ancestor of all gods, are called "Monet's Clan", and they all inherited the power of the ancestor of all gods.

Sixty-three million years ago, the Twelve Demon Gods were born as a branch of the Monet clan.Diosotto is one of the twelve demon gods, ranking seventh. "

When Michael mentioned this, he sat next to Leng Ji ecstatically, approached the coffee table, took the glass on the wooden table, and poured himself a glass of water.

"After the demon god rebelled, Diosotto also died on the battlefield. Black Yahweh killed him."

Listening in silence, indifferent and without emotional ups and downs.

Michael turned his eyes away and looked at the flawless and pure face in front of him. This face was not so much like the ancestor of the gods, but more like the black Jehovah.

But at the moment, it is too early to let Leng Ji know the truth that he is the rebirth of the Black Yahweh.

"The resurrected Diosotto is just a defective product. After breaking free from the seal and returning, the Lord of Demon Gods collected his soul fragments and was able to reshape him.

Compared with the strength of the past, how much power of the body has been inherited now is unknown. "

Michael smiled and played with the water glass in his hand.

"But it is enough, enough to kill a god! The flame on the burning giant sword will burn the soul of the god, no matter whether the god exists in the flesh or turns into wind, fire, thunder and lightning."

"Can you kill him?"

Unexpectedly, Leng Ji would suddenly ask such a question, and Michael's smile became deeper.

Leng Ji turned his face to meet his eyes, and found that the man had a bright smile and dimples on his face.

"Diosotto died when I was born, so it's a pity I didn't have the chance to fight him.

A long time later, I saw his face in a mural on a high wall in the abandoned and dilapidated palace of the Lord of Demon Gods. "

Michael's voice when he confided the long-term deeds sounded a little depressed.

Leng Ji didn't notice the lonely look in his eyes.

"Whether it can compete with Diosotto, we will not see the outcome until we fight him. His body—"

Speaking of this, Michael's smile became bitter, "My sword may not be able to pierce him."

I don't know whether what Michael said is true or not, Leng Ji doesn't seem to care much about this issue, and didn't ask.

"Why are you willing to tell me this now?"

"You'll know sooner or later anyway."

Michael put his arms around his chest, leaned his head against the sofa pillow, and closed his eyes.

"I want to know everything."

"Now is not the time. If you want to find out some clues, the gods will find ways to hinder you.

Everything about the demon god itself made the gods very afraid, and ordinary people who touched these things would be guilty of a capital crime.Even if you are the Son of God, the gods will not show mercy to you. "

Michael opened his eyes and changed his sitting posture.

"Besides, this is your father's will. He doesn't want you to see too much now."

"Then what about the evil god?"

"That's even more impossible. There would be no evil gods without demon gods."

Few people know that the evil god is a god believed by the followers of the "Black Dragon Reverse Cross Society".

The stories and origins of evil gods are a mystery, just like Pandora's box, what will be inside the box?

Moreover, this box is still in the hands of God, and God is not willing to let it see the light of day again.

Leng Ji had searched for traces of the evil god faction of the Black Dragon Against Ten Society many times, but found nothing.Their whereabouts are mysterious and unbelievable.

On the contrary, it is the Black Dragon Anti-Cross Society rebel party that claims to be the Demon God Sect. Ever since the dark aristocrats of unknown origin came to King's Landing Kingdom, they have swaggered and appeared many times.

"Where are you going?"

Seeing the beautiful young man with a gloomy expression getting up to leave, Michael called him.

"It's time to get off work, and Yuting hasn't come back yet."

Leng Ji picked up the key on the coffee table, only leaving Michael a back view.

"You were unlucky last time, and you were discovered by the eyeliner of the dark nobles scattered around.

It seems that he is a guy whose ability is higher than yours, maybe Leon.Anyway, I don't want this to happen to you again. "

The cold and silent pace came to a halt.

He turned his head and met Michael's eyes.

This kind of look is very subtle, with an indescribable radiance in it, without admiration and friendliness, hatred and hostility are even more impossible to exist, more like a kind of eager obsession hidden in it.

Who is it obsessed with?
"Remember when I was young, you put the blood of the skeleton into my body?"

There is always a fascinated smile on Michael's face, and his brilliant golden pupils are slightly narrowed, as calm as water:

"Of course I remember."

(End of this chapter)