God after all

Chapter 39 The Iron Masked Man
On the battlefield along Changhong District-Shangxin Road, the commotion caused by some kind of existence is no less than the impact brought by the battlefield itself.

People come here especially to see this man's appearance.

Every time this person appears, he is shown with a silver mask on his face. The delicate and thin mask perfectly fits his face, revealing the unconcealable beauty of heaven and man.

The indifferent expression on the mask and the chill reflected in the black eyes are as cold as ice.But even so, no matter men or women, there was a look of intoxication in the eyes that stared at him.

It is said that this is a handsome and powerful rare existence that is feared by all gods and fascinated by gods.

Uncertain whereabouts, maverick, is the strongest demon hunter after Eliza Cuthbert, and belongs to the "God of Ghost Fighter", the combat department of the Holy Spirit Knights.

The hazy drizzle has not yet stopped, and it is drizzling.

The raindrops dripped on someone's silver mask, like teardrops winding down.

The crow boldly flew to the shoulder of this silent man, not to be disturbed by his majestic ghostly aura.

Presumably touched, he withdrew his gaze from staring at the sky, lowered his face, stretched out his hand, and watched the flying black bird stay in his palm.

His eyes were dark without any light.

Even demons and goblins are extremely afraid of being stared into by his deep eyes, and the sense of oppression brought by that glimpse is simply chilling.

"According to information, you seem to know the girl kidnapped by the Dark Nobility and the Demon God Sect."

A familiar voice came from behind, but he didn't turn his head to look at the person.

The face wearing the silver mask is hidden in the loose black hoodie, looking down at the crow resting on the palm.

Until a figure stood beside him, startling the bird into the air.

"Lengji, do you know her origin?"

The man in the iron mask who was called by his name remained silent.

Murong Yuan looked in the direction he was facing, and a messy scene came into view. Many members of the Holy Spirit Knights wandered there to search for the dead under the ruins

Although Changhong District and its surrounding areas are commercial centers and far away from people's living areas, many innocent people are still affected.

Of the 28 members of the Ninth Regiment of the God of Fighting Ghosts in the combat department of the Knights of the Holy Spirit, all were killed except for one minister.

The cold wind whispered desolately.

The ruins at the foot of the Man in the Iron Mask stretched into the distance, nearly four kilometers away, showing dilapidated and desolate scenes.

The once prosperous area has disappeared, leaving only a desolate and lonely landscape reflecting the blue sky.

There are lonely clouds and mists floating in the sky, and endless raindrops are floating and falling from high places, like tears from the gods.

Cold drops of water fell into his eyes, he closed them coldly and then opened them again, turning his face to look at the boss beside him.

"A friend from my childhood."

"It must be someone who can attract the attention of the dark nobles."

"You don't have to be curious about her. The task of rescuing her is entrusted to me."

The slight and indifferent voice makes it difficult to think that there will be emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow and joy in him. It seems that human emotions have long been absent.

Like a gradually extinguishing light, Murong Yuan's eyes dimmed for a moment.

He remembered the first time he saw Leng Ji, the faintly radiant image of Leng Ji was just like before his eyes.

"It's not as simple as whether you can rescue her now. The Senate has always cared about you, and this is something that all members of the Holy Spirit Knights have seen.

And in this operation to encircle and suppress the dark nobles, you once again violated the order. "

Murong Yuan spoke at a leisurely pace, and his deep voice did not show any emotional ups and downs.

On the battlefield on Shangxin Road in Changhong District, in order to deal with the big red-haired man, Leng Ji was appointed by the Knights of the Holy Spirit to come forward; but he ignored the order and sat idly by.

"If you continue to act recklessly like this, the arrest warrant for you will come sooner or later."

No voice answered him.Murong Yuan couldn't help laughing at his cold love and ignorance.

"It's the bodyguards around you who have been preventing you from contacting the dark nobles."

What Murong Yuan said is true.

He tentatively asked, "Is it here?"

"I don't know."

Leng Ji turned around and didn't glance at the boss beside him, "If there is an arrest warrant issued by the Yi Yen Old House, I can only say that I will not submit, and I will not show mercy to your subordinates."

The man in the iron mask shut his mouth, and took a step forward, leaving Murong Yuan with a back view.

"Once the chains of restraint are in your hands, I will definitely reveal the secret hidden in your heart. Your mysterious identity and the origin of the bodyguard will finally be revealed."

As if he didn't hear the words of his boss, his cold and silent steps were unwavering, and he gradually drifted away in the rain.

He left the center of the battlefield, walked out of the ruins everywhere, and entered the blockade area of ​​the Holy Spirit Knights' facilities.

Hundreds of thousands of people who were isolated outside the police line surrounded the streets and alleys.

People glimpsed a long and slender black figure approaching from a distance. The wind and rain passed through his body, caressing the windbreaker coat, and the thick dark night-like black hair and the corners of the clothes tilted and turned in the wind.

I saw the silent footsteps standing still, the man in the iron mask did not move, and the people couldn't help but miss a breath, all of them were engrossed in looking at the indifferent beauty.

The most elusive demon hunter of the Knights of the Holy Spirit, the dragon sees its head but does not see its tail, and often shows people with a silver mask on its face.

Seeing his demeanor today, even watching from a distance, people feel their heart beating faster and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"Have you heard about the blood demon cannibalism that happened two days ago?"

"I read the news."

Michael's voice echoed in the phone, reaching Leng Ji's ears.

The cold wind sang softly, passing through the ruins.

Leng Ji said solemnly: "Let the murderer be handled by you."

"Isn't this the task assigned to you by the organization? Why did you leave it to me?"

Michael was displeased with the cold silence and asked him to wipe his ass. The fact that he got involved with the blood demon would obviously lower his status. How could the hand of the majestic monarch of light and king of the heavenly army do such a despicable thing.

"You want to refuse?"

Michael couldn't hold back his smile, and the joyful expression disappeared from his handsome face.

"What the Son says is what it is. Do you have any other orders?"

"Youfeng opened the gate of the dead, and Pluto will not let him go. This matter may require you to come forward."

"no problem."

Michael's trademark harmless smile appeared on Michael's face.

"You broke your promise to let Muchelle bring back the white rose."

Leng Ji's words did not imply any accusation, but just stated the facts calmly.

"Does the Holy Son distrust me so much?"

Michael wanted to say something, but a beep sounded in his ear.

"Are you going?"

A female angel watched Maharaja get out of bed reluctantly.

She stared almost obsessively at the naked back standing in front of the window.

"The Holy Son has spoken, I have to go back and clean up his mess."

The angel lowered his face and covered his mouth with a light smile, with a charming and charming smile.When he looked up at Michael, he noticed that he was already wearing a strange costume that he had never seen before.

"Just a few words, let the majesty put down the soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms."

Michael turned around, looked at the angel's beautiful face, and understood that the angel's implication was that he was walking in a hurry.

"Are you jealous of the Holy Son?" He asked bluntly.

"All the gods say that the majesty has devoted a lot of effort to this descendant of the ancestor of the god."

"Yes, Cecia."

"Indeed, I am jealous of a man. But what qualifications do I have, after all, he is the most noble and supreme Son!"

"You just understand."

Michael walked along the door, and the heavy and tightly closed door automatically opened inward, all made of gold and silver, and covered with shiny gold powder.

Before leaving, Michael hurried to the door, looked back at Miaoman's figure on the bed, "You can stay here and rest."

The angel Chessia silently watched the two doors slowly closing, and heard a dying sentence:

"No one will bother you."

Outside the door is a magnificent scene.

In the deep palace, only Michael walked through it alone, and the sound of his footsteps was like a beautiful song echoing in the surrounding space.

On both sides of the corridor paved with flawless jade, towering pillars stand. These magnificent pillars are orderly and extend to the glorious world in the distance.

That radiance was enveloped in pure white, and it existed in the form of a door.

Michael just came from that light and went back.

(End of this chapter)