God after all

Chapter 53 Deathmatch in Taboo Area (1)
The souls of those who died in the holy disaster could neither go to the sky nor enter the earth, and could only wander forever in the taboo area surrounded by the Heavenly Pillar.

It is still unknown how many undead wander here.

The man who would pass through the first gate of the Forgotten City every day and come to the forbidden area to recite the long dictionaries—the underworld man, Heisawa, rarely appeared today.

The undead ushered in an unexpected guest, as well as a demon hunter wearing a silver mask.

The undead hunters knew this young hunter. Every time he appeared, he came for the blood demon. What kind of face was hidden under the mask that he had never seen before.

Gusts of cold wind blew across the concrete floor, causing a dry flat can to roll on the ground, and the hollow sound of metal rubbing against the ground broke the silence around.

The wind blows the cans that have been eroded by the years to the feet of Leng Ji, and stops with the steps of this beautiful young man.

Many undead swarmed in all directions, among the streets, roofs, and ruined walls, all focused on the silent figure standing on the broad street.

They felt the horrible ghostly aura, which drifted away from the figure.

Not knowing whether it was because of being intimidated by the awe-inspiring ghost aura, or because they were afraid of the blood demon that appeared suddenly, all the undead left at the same time and disappeared without a sound.

The roar of thunder pierced the sky, indicating that a violent storm was coming.

Accompanied by the lightning flashing across the dark sky, the tens of millions of volts of the God-penetrating Pillar rushes densely, and the whole body flashes with lightning and flint, extending to the depths of the sky where the iron pillar stands, forming a shocking and terrifying scene, as if the wrath of God is condensed here, It turned into thunder and lightning.

The gorefiend poured out a viscous liquid, which was fishy yellow and exuded a rotten stench.

The stout four-legged beasts are on the ground, the claws are bent like hooks, the mouth with the remaining human face is cracked to the ears, revealing rows of sharp fangs, and the scarlet eyes are wide-eyed, inhumane.

They used to be human beings, infected by the first-generation species (middle-level apostles) who were bitten by evil cats, and were low-level apostles abandoned by the Krillottuya family.

Hollow howling tears the air.

Stamping the ground with all four feet, the Gorefiend charged straight at the motionless man in the center of the street.

Leng Ji raised his slightly lowered head, and a mass of darkness replaced his black and white eyes.

The sound of gunfire, the restlessness that brought an ominous atmosphere to the forbidden area.

The silent atmosphere around Diosotto was disturbed, and at this time he just finished the last stroke of the reverse cross.

It wasn't he who painted it himself, but the blood that flowed from his cut wrist.

The bright red blood contains magical power, twisting and winding along the void like a snake, and then flowing to the ground, drawing a circle about three meters in diameter.

The twelve star rays painted inside the circle are lifelike, and the pattern of "black dragon and red snake wrapped around an inverted cross" is imprinted in the middle of the star rays.

This is an ancient magic circle that was born in the century of demon gods: the names of twelve demon gods are written on the twelve corners of the twelve stars. These strange runes of demon gods look crooked but radiant.

The image of "the black dragon and the red snake entwined on the reverse cross" is even more vivid and lifelike, strongly creating an unparalleled three-dimensional sense.

This pattern usually appears many times in the battles between ancient demon gods and gods. It is a powerful weapon born for war. It can create real black dragons and red snakes. It is known as the "Shenyuan Magic Formation".

The strength of the black dragon and red snake is closely related to the mastery of the magic circle by the drawer.

This is a source of darkness that is regarded as a forbidden technique by the gods, but secretly coveted for a long time.They yearn for the power of this magic, but they have never been able to control it.

Diosotto, who was staring at the distance, raised the corners of his mouth, smiling slightly at the arrival of a certain figure.

In sight, this person was a hundred meters away, wearing a silver mask, and the hem of the long black coat flipped in the wind.

How fierce is this kingly aura that can only be cultivated in countless purgatory battles?
Killing intent frightens all directions——Diosotto can feel that he is strong as a half-breed.

"Are all human beings as overconfident as you? You must use your humble human body to defeat the demon god."

Diosotto's ridicule did not have the ability to stop the people who came.

He turned a blind eye to the patterns painted on the ground, as if they didn't exist.

Diosotto's smile faded because he couldn't laugh anymore.

There was a subtle illusion in front of his eyes, and he vaguely felt that this young man looked like some ancient god who had passed away for a long time.

That's right, the Holy Son, who was born to destroy the demon god, has the shadow of the Black Lord.

This is really a bad idea, Diosotto couldn't help frowning.

Black Lord died 3000 million years ago, but the shadow left by the Twelve Demon Gods has never faded away. He will never forget how he died.

The young man in front of him must be Leng Ji, the anonymous man in the iron mask. His real identity is the holy son that the dark nobles have worked hard to find. Such existence gave him a very bad premonition.

"Take your head as a sacrifice to the Lord of Demon Gods. This is the purpose of my coming here."

Diosotto's clenched hands ignited two balls of flames, and the ground under his feet also flowed out with a "chi" sound.

The line of fire is divided into left and right sides and spreads, like two swimming fire snakes sprinting on the ground, forming an encirclement towards the coldness.

The flames are so corrosive that the concrete floor is dissolving and sinking.

Seeing the people who had no way out, Diosotto showed a victorious smile.

The line of fire suddenly changed dramatically, setting off a wall of flames as high as four meters, ruthlessly engulfing Leng Ji.

The picture of fiery red light and shadow burning fiercely, reflecting the eclipsed sky, presents a thrilling, coquettish and strange posture.

As if the flames were transformed into evil charms, a group of demons danced wildly in the frenzied crimson.

There was no sign of him escaping, and there was no movement at all.

What level of self-confidence does he possess to dare to risk himself?Is it the inherited blood of the ancestor of the gods?

The black figure that appeared in the fire touched a certain string in Diosotto's heart.

In the depths of the red pupils of the big red-haired man, there is a strange emotion vaguely reflected.

Leng Ji walks smoothly, silently unbelievable.

The whole body is blessed by the rune cross starlight that emits halos, and it is hot and hot and can do nothing to hurt him.

He was in this dazzling brilliance, as if he had come from the crimson twilight of the dark dusk. He looked warm and lonely, with the corners of his clothes fluttering in the wind.

The pattern of crossed swords imprinted on the palm of the hand shone with brilliance, transforming into a long silver sword.

The silver sword has a thin and thin body, with a cool and cold light.

This is Master Eliza Cuthbert's demon sword "Nemesis". Since her death, Leng Ji has become the master of this sword and sealed it in his right hand.

A strong murderous aura drifted between the two opponents who looked at each other.

Diosotto could not catch the figure walking from the sea of ​​flames, the traces after disappearing.

In less than a second, he only felt the strong wind blowing against his face, and he made a blocking movement with his forearm conditioned reflex.

The blade was close at hand, close to his forearm covered with strong muscles.

It took some effort to resist this sudden slash, and he felt the fierceness and arrogance under the strength of the sword.

"Your surprise attack is not perfect."

Diosotto responded with a happy smile to Leng Ji who soared into the air and was half a head taller than him.

As soon as the words fell, the young man wearing the damn mask disappeared again.

The air-cutting sword swung across Diosotto's back, and struck the back of his neck with a blow that broke steel and split iron.

No blood spouted.What came from Leng Ji's hands was indescribable firmness.

The head that should have been floating on the ground tilted and turned away, a lewd and evil smile floated on Ruyan's face.

"It feels good."

The ghost's figure stepped back half a meter, and the speed of swinging the long sword was unbearable.

The slender silver light rubbed against Diosotto's body and splashed, like hundreds of sparks flickering, bursting out a strong piercing sound like metal collisions.

Within 20 seconds, Leng Ji swung 220 swords, and the body using such superb swordsmanship began to retreat sharply, avoiding the punch that was about to hit the chest.

Not only did Diosotto's fiery fist miss, but the black figure in his field of vision also disappeared again.

(End of this chapter)