God after all

Chapter 57

"If you don't give it a go, how can you know that you can't reverse your fate?"

Leon clenched his hands involuntarily, but gently closed them into a fist, and after a while, his five fingers relaxed again.

"Are you also duplicity? Are you so stubborn?"

Michael refuted him without hesitation, "I know exactly what you are thinking in your heart? The demise of the Demon God should be a good thing for you, after all...the enemy is finally dead."

In the distance, Genelle's pupils shrunk to the size of a pinpoint, and there was deep hatred in the pupils.

Michael was right. When they learned the truth that the demon god no longer existed, the two brothers were actually very happy.On the contrary, Genelle couldn't help laughing up to the sky, laughing until tears flowed out.

The man who cursed the entire Krillottuya family died, no matter who avenged this revenge, it was a happy thing for the brothers.

"The enemies of the Clilot Tuya family are not only demon gods, but also your gods."

Leon's fearless words made Michael's eyes darken.

"Are you going to be hostile to God?"

Leon said nothing, just smiled calmly.

Michael was indifferent, his body rose up smoothly as if he lost weight, and hovered in mid-air at a height looking down.

"Although you are overwhelmed, I can have expectations for you. The plan of the ancestor of the gods to hunt the demon god has accelerated. You can get involved in this dispute as much as you want, and let me see if you have the strength to take this 'Destiny' is in your hands."

Michael rose slowly, and his figure gradually disappeared into the sky.

The long pillar instantly turned into powder, and the imprisoned Jennelle flew to his brother after regaining his freedom, angrily complaining with a cold face: "What does this guy mean? I thought he was here to stop us from setting up the Shenyuan magic array .”

"At least he showed his attitude and position."

Hearing this, Genelle's expression changed unpredictably, his gaze shifted from the lifeless fake white rose on the ground to his brother's face, and he asked incomprehensibly, "What do you mean?"

What kind of attitude?What position?
What kind of identity does Michael play in this game of gods and demons?
Leon didn't answer, ignoring the impatient look on his brother's face.

Seeing his brother pretending to be mysterious, Genelle was very angry.

"Keep playing the flute, Genelle."

The wind lifted Leon's slightly long blond hair.

"Even the wind is mixed with a fiery breath."

He murmured so much.Looking far away, the crimson sea of ​​flames from the forbidden area dyed the sky red, as dazzling as blood.

The picture of death can also be so breathtaking.

The ethereal and melodious sound of the flute echoed in the whirling wind, spreading in all directions, and I wonder if it could drift into the ears of the two figures fighting in the burning flames.

The monster transformed into fire let out a hysterical roar, frantically rushing towards the black shadow hanging in the void.

They are organized by anger, hatred, and viciousness, and are transformed by the resentment of all things in the world before their death.

Obsession and resentment are permanently sealed in the giant sword that took their lives. It is this heavy giant sword that can pour out raging fire with a single swing.

Wherever the fire went, life was turned into ashes, leaving only the last resentment in the flames.

They struggled, howled, hated the world where they had no place to live, and tried to tear apart all living creatures in the sea of ​​fire with the will of revenge.

The illusory bodies of the monsters were cut into pieces by the radiant purple light the moment they surrounded the shadows, and exploded into a more violent flame.

However, they are always endlessly born from the flames, maintaining the form of burning fire all over their bodies, twisting their deformed and disordered appearances to attack the immobile and beautiful youths.

They are fearless like moths flying into a flame, even if they die thousands of times, they still want to get close to the existence of death incarnate in darkness.

The splashing purple light beams chopped up all the monsters that were pressing down on the top, and the black shadow leaped from the circle of horror formed by the flames. The corners of the fluttering coat spread out like ominous black wings, and the figure swept towards the tall and mighty demon god like lightning.

The pattern of the rune cross starburst is imprinted in the dark pupils - this defensive spell commonly used by members of the Holy Spirit Knights, is now used by Leng Ji in the second stage of the taboo.

The gigantic sword hanging in front of Diosotto turned its angle, posing with the tip of the sword facing outwards, and the other end of the sword hilt was almost touching the muscular chest of the demon god.

The black body of the sword burns fiery red flames, and the blackness is the source of the formation of the fire monster, absorbing the resentment of countless lives.

The sword body exploded with red light, forming a fiery sword that condensed flames. The sword divided into two and divided into four in a fraction of a second...

By analogy, the weapons arranged in an orderly manner were ready to be launched, forming an upward spiral to surround the shadow heavily.

The black shadow searched for an unsealed gap, but when he walked through it, he was blocked in all directions, and countless flaming swords rushed towards him.

The long sword flashing purple beams fought with the phantom fire sword.

Although the fire sword presents an unreal and illusory form, its lethality is substantial.

The sound of the clash of soldiers was sonorous and powerful, and the blood and purple light flickered in the crimson sea of ​​flames, piercing through the entangled wind and fire with incomparable speed.

Only the blade of a real sword releases black air, and through the medium of the sky-high fire, tens of thousands of monsters are split and born from the fire.

The picture is so terrifying——

In the scorching sea of ​​flames, whether in the sky or the ground, crowds of monsters screamed crazily, and the hell-like humming roar resounded through the sky.

The warm and throbbing red ocean is beautiful and coquettish. This bright red color is composed of countless long swords of fire, covering all directions densely like rain.

The blunt, heavy and lingering fire swords collectively aimed at the beautiful youths, and they were distributed in an encircling circle, with the sword tips all aiming at a certain central point.

Horror and murderous aura drowned out the cold silence of the helpless man in the iron mask. Under the shadow of such an absolutely suffocating death, he was always silent in an inconceivable way.

The wind and fire blew the long black coat that shone with lavender brilliance, and the corners of the clothes fluttered silently. The quiet and lonely breath wafted from the black shadow, and the silver mask on his face was expressionless.

Like bows and arrows that were off the string, they flew towards the unmoving shadow with a killing intent that was as powerful as a bamboo, and poured down like a boundless wave, and the sharp whistling sound of the explosion drowned the target.

The black shadow has no way to retreat, and can only rely on its flesh and blood to block the danger that strikes with a force of destruction.

The sword light flickered in the Lingyun sea of ​​fire, bursting out gorgeous light and shadow.

The clashing clangs and collisions were loud and intense.

In the distance, Diosotto, who stayed out of the way, watched the Son of God fighting in the fire, and sneered from the corner of his mouth.

Even if they have the same father as the Holy Son, there is no such word as "merciful" in the dictionary of this demon god.

Kill all the gods and the descendants of the ancestors of the gods!This is the resurrected Diosotto—the last wish to revive the race of demon gods.

(End of this chapter)