God after all

Chapter 56 Combat vs Strategy
The melodious and melodious sound of the flute spreads in all directions, accompanied by gusts of wind and rain, and the city falls into sleep wherever it goes, only the mighty wind and the sound of nature echo.

Genelle, who was playing the flute, was standing on the rooftop of a tall building, facing the direction of the Forgotten City.

The pattering raindrops slid down the fair and delicate face, the golden hair was rippling in the wind, and the suit tie around the neck was flying and swaying.

The fiery red light and shadow in the taboo area of ​​the Forgotten City projected on Genelle's eyes, and the crimson color that rendered the sky seemed to be burning in his pupils.

Behind him, Lelion Krillottuya closed a heavy tome, looked at the masterpiece he had created with magic on the ground, and smiled lightly with his tightly pursed lips.

On the ground is an inverted cross with a height of about three meters, occupying the middle of the huge twelve stars.

The corners of the twelve stars are distributed throughout the periphery of the circle, and the countless lines formed surround the taboo at the center.

This taboo thing is the "black dragon and red snake wrapped around the reverse cross", the whole body is soaked in blood, emitting a dim red light.

In fact, the symbol of the century where the Demon God was born was indeed painted with blood.

The source of the blood comes from the girl lying on the reverse cross, her body is bleeding from head to toe, and the blood flow forms countless threads and travels along the twelve star rays intertwined with lines.

The horrific forbidden thing surrounded by circles shone with blood, like the afterglow of sunset, and even the void was faintly filled with dreamy and blurred crimson.

"Although I know it's a counterfeit, you are really amazing to be able to use the blood of such a counterfeit to create such an ancient and mysterious divine origin magic circle."

The gorgeous and pleasant voice echoed above Leyleon's head, but the owner of the voice did not appear.

The melody of a broken sound screamed strangely, and the sound of the flute suddenly stopped.

Genelle, who was holding the flute in his hand, reacted more emotionally than his brother, and his body flew up, turning around and staring in a certain direction.

The magic knife Satan emerged from the boy's right hand, but the flute in the other hand disappeared out of thin air.

"Even if it is made of clay, the blood of the false white rose still contains the divine power of the Maharaja. This rare divine power is the best nourishment for creating black dragons and red snakes."

Leon's tone was indifferent, with a calm and calm look on his face.

He stared at a certain point in the void, and suddenly smiled.

This is a very indifferent smile, this kind of smile makes the already extremely pale face warm, like the sunshine that comes from the sun for the first time in the ice and snow field where the cold wind is blowing all year round.

"Your bloodline is very different - a direct descendant of the Black Lord! Such a noble and powerful bloodline cannot be compared with the broken and reborn Diosotto.

Even if this fake white rose inherits a little bit of your divine power, it may be better than Diosotto's own blood feeding in creating magic circles like black dragons and red snakes. "

The divine source magic formations of the black dragon and red snake can only be created using the power of gods as energy, and the strength of the magic formations is closely related to the strength of the power of gods.

This ancient magic circle is regarded as taboo by the gods, and coveted by the gods at the same time; the strange thing is that it is not suitable for creation by the hands of the gods.

It can be seen from this that the method of the twelve demon gods who invented this technique is really brilliant.

The magic that even the gods can't control has been mastered by a fallen human. This has to be said to be a satire left by the master of the demon gods to the gods.

"You are worthy of being the chief minister next to the Lord of Demon Gods! With such a humble background, you have severely slapped the gods in the face by controlling the Shenyuan Demon Formation."

Michael's tone was up and down, and the barbed words were purely out of praise for the strong?Or is it a hint of sarcasm?I am afraid that only the listener can experience it himself.

Genelle had an angry expression on his face, as if he had been bitten by a dog. His eyes full of hostility caught the familiar figure appearing at the first moment, and he killed him out of thin air.

The golden beam visible to the naked eye hit his chest, and he attacked a tall building on the opposite side with a speed force that he couldn't dodge and couldn't resist.

The impact echoed in his ears, and Leyleon's calm expression remained unchanged, and he never even paid attention to the movement in the south direction.

His gaze rested on Michael who was hanging in mid-air, and he quietly looked at the pair of golden eyes that condensed the sun's brilliance.

"The puppet White Rose's fate today must be within Maharaja's plan."

Lellion told the truth with a single word, and his voice reached Genelle's ears from a distance of about ten meters.

Being nailed to the wall and unable to move, he watched in astonishment as five or six beams of intertwined beams pierced through his chest.

The shock on the boy's face turned pale, maybe he was shocked by his brother's words?Or was it because of the bondage and suppression imposed on him by Michael?

"Diosotto has traveled to this era, and it is not difficult to guess that he will create replicas of black dragons and red snakes to boost the majesty of the demon gods and show the world this race covered by the gods.

I just lent you a little bit of divine power so that you can use magic to perfectly create the magic circle of divine origin.If your king knows that you have mastered the advanced magic of the demon god race today, he will definitely praise you. "

Michael, who was wearing a clown mask, landed on the ground, facing Leyleon with eyes separated by a magic circle.

"The Divine Origin Demon Formation was originally a mystery bestowed by the king! It's just that in order to resurrect the black dragon and the red snake in the end, two elements, the power of God and the blood of God, are needed as sacrifices to guide them—this is the most troublesome thing."

Leyleon stated lightly, his wine red pupils were far and deep.

In front of the Lord of Light and the King of the Heavenly Armies, there are very few gods who can be so indifferent and look normal.

Michael admired his composure and smiled inexplicably, "Now I have fulfilled your wish. Now this result is exactly the test that the Lord of the Demon God has always wanted to see. You have proved it to him. your abilities."

Lellion looked neither humble nor overbearing, and bowed to the man across from him with his hands tied on his chest.

"I don't know what the majesty's intention is?"

His gestures revealed a gentleman's demeanor, "Since I have already guessed the actions of the dark nobles without any mistakes, why didn't I crack down on them and destroy them? Why do you still tolerate me to come to this point? It's really not good to create a magic circle of divine origin to endanger the world. do you mind?"

The onlooker, Genelle, was very frantic and couldn't bear it any longer. He yelled in a serious manner: "Brother, why are you being so polite to him? Have you forgotten the pain of being pierced by his hand?

This guy is so bad, he can even betray the traces of Lengji, he is not worthy of your low eyebrows and pleasing eyes like you! "

Although his whole body was so stiff that he couldn't even move a finger, Genelle's vicious mouth would not stop.

In exchange for his perseverance, the beam of light on his chest scattered a few rays of light, and he tightly covered his mouth.

"This kind of battle that you dark nobles have carried out to deal with the Holy Son is not enough to affect the strategy planned by the ancestor of the gods to destroy the demon god."

Leon frowned, and his expression became serious.

"Are you saying it's just this level?"

Michael didn't respond positively, he circled the topic, and said persuadingly:
"You dark aristocrats have traveled through this era, haven't you already seen what is the future of the demon god? If so, why do you still do these futile things now, isn't the fate before your eyes? Why don't you face it?"

Not only will the demon god cease to exist in the future, but even in this era, there will be no trace of the demon god—it seems that the destruction of the demon god has already been destined to end in the script of the ancestor of all gods.

After finally breaking free from the seal and returning, the commissioned minister traveled to the best era to kill the Holy Son, but when he learned such a cruel truth, the Lord of the Demon God would probably wake up crying unwillingly in his dream.

　Time is a rotating circle that connects past, present and future destiny; it can also be understood as destiny connects past, present and future on the axis of this time circle.

　　If the dark aristocrat who traveled from the old age to the present era kills the Son of God who lives in this world, will he be able to change his fate and erase the fact that the demon god in the future does not exist?
　　It's a bit brain-burning, after all, this is a time game theory similar to the butterfly effect and domino concepts!

　　As the story of becoming a god unfolds, the puzzle I set up seems to be rediscovered from the cocoon. From the beginning to the end, every plot is interlocking.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)