God after all

Chapter 59: The Holy Light Shrouded Here

With a wave of Diosotto's hand, the giant sword flew away from between his five fingers, shuttled through the center of the blood sword formation out of thin air, and reached the starburst of the rune cross that was almost submerged in the flames.

The blow that hit the barrier exploded with a momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, and cracks appeared in the vibrating purple light wall.

The giant sword poured out rough and wild storms and fire, ruthlessly crushing the coldness of both hands holding the sword tightly.

Blood trickled down his fingers, flowed over his wrists, and soaked his shirt cuffs.

This silent young man who was fighting against the demon god with all his strength, under the destructive power that was so powerful that it could tear apart the heavens and the earth, his figure hanging in the void finally lost his balance, powerlessly passing through the sky like a falling star.

The vast flaming sword pushed forward the purple light barrier all over the sky and flew into the distance.

When Muchel rushed back, he only saw a grand annihilation at the end of the sea of ​​flames, which was as bright as flowers and decayed.

She turned into the wind and chased away, chasing the light and shadow of death.

Returning to the vast sky from the suffocation of crimson blood, even if the biting breath blows towards the face, but seeing the dim light of day shining all over the world, there will still be a feeling of the warmth of the sun shining into the heart.

Although the warm light is so pale and hollow.

The body that has been attacked by hundreds of fiery swords, under the power of a thousand troops sweeping forward, the cold and silent back smashes through the row upon row of dilapidated buildings, piercing through successive ruins and walls, and in the face of the short people who do not know the number of times. Stop at the wall.

Right in front of him, the fire sword carried a terrifying destructive power, and all the buildings it went to were annihilated in ashes.

His body slid down against the mottled wall, leaving a dripping bloodstain as wide as a shoulder, and just slid to the ground, with the back of his upper body leaning against the foot of the wall that had been eroded by time.

The silver mask that had always been worn on the face was torn apart, revealing a bloody face.

Even stained with such filth, the face possesses an unearthly beauty that pales even blood.

His eyes were closed, his face was so deep that he seemed to be asleep, and he seemed to be contemplating.

A huge barrier of purple light was shrouded in front of him, and this almost fragmented barrier inherited his last consciousness, and he still stubbornly resisted at the critical moment of life and death.

The densely covered range of fire swords has a fierce formation of arrows breaking through the sky, and the flaming giant sword clustered in the center is very close to Lengji.

Once the barrier is lost, this huge sword will cut off his body.

The bright fire light illuminated the blood-drenched face, the extreme radiance reflected the extreme redness of the blood, and set off the extreme appearance, forming an incomparably radiant and thrilling beauty.

The cold wind caressed the black hair.The sky began to rain again.

Perhaps because of the cold rain blowing, the cold eyes gradually opened and closed, blood flowed into the eyes, and the vision was blurred in the deep red.

A familiar voice came from afar, getting closer and closer, ethereal and unreal, vaguely calling "Leng Ji!"

Led by the giant sword, countless flaming crimson swords were frozen in the void, obstructing his vision.

In the fuzzy picture formed by the flickering red and the white of nothingness, he vaguely saw the long golden hair floating, and the beautiful face lightly covering the long hair seemed to break through the obstacles of heavy fire swords and go straight. With brilliant golden brilliance.

It's Muchel...beautiful and warm like the sun—a voice in his head murmured.

Like a goddess transformed by the sun, her whole body is integrated with the wind, and only the face that rides the wind shines brightly in the light.

She stretched out her finger and pointed out that the golden light radiated from between her illusory fingers like a wave, flooding the heaven and the earth.

The whole world suddenly fell silent in the dreamy and brilliant golden light, leaving only the silent spreading and floating, presenting a scene of the end of the world.

Diosotto was in the raging fire that ignited the sky, and looked down coldly at the ground below with a condescending posture of a demon god, his eyes like torches were empty.

He stretched out his hand and recalled the giant sword before the golden light of the fire sword dissipated.

A jet of fire piercing through Changhong pierced the sky, and it stopped suddenly when it approached a big hand as fast as lightning.

The moment the five fingers grasped the hilt, the fire on the crimson sword was extinguished, and it returned to a pure white color that seemed to be formed by the convergence of light.

It is bright white without any impurities, and the sharp double blades on both sides are shining with a dazzling cold light.

This is a divine sword that is not made of steel, and its material does not belong to any substance in this world, nor does it belong to the gods of the heavens.

Like its master, it was born in the Demon God Century that had been annihilated for 3000 million years.

Diosotto's body landed smoothly, and the wind passed through the red trousers with straight and wide trousers, and the trousers were tightly closed to the knees, and the parts below the two bronze knee pads were barefoot.

There is a flowing belt wrapped around the waist of the trousers, leaving a long tail rippling in the wind.The crimson color of this belt has the texture of steel, and it is covered with cracked and scaly textures like tree trunks. It is made of the tough dragon hide of the fire dragon.

As soon as his bare feet touched the ground, the place Diosotto looked at was devastated by the battle. Many houses were razed to the ground, and many houses disappeared under the power of the fire sword.

The two fires in the burning eye sockets gradually extinguished, and something suddenly grew in the depths of the empty black hole, and a few flesh-colored tentacles trembled around in the eye sockets like insects, making a sticky sound.

It didn't take long for new eyes to grow.

The golden radiance still permeates the surroundings, and it doesn't know when it will dissipate.

There is no trace of the Holy Son in the light, only the blood stained on the low wall proves that he was there once.

Diosotto stepped forward and walked towards the place where the Holy Son had appeared last, looking at the blood-stained corner of the wall with a blank expression, the blood on the ground turned into a shoal.

No need to think about it, the Goddess of Time must have taken him away.He should have died without a doubt, but it was such a certain death descendant of the ancestor of God who escaped the imminent death.

Unhappy expression finally appeared on his face, and the Demon God punched the wall angrily. The wall should explode into pieces with this thunderous force, damaging the surrounding buildings along with it.

When the big shock returned to calm, the gloom on his face gradually eased.

Don't stay any longer, turn your tall and mighty body, and take steps to leave this place.

The continuous drizzle fell silently, pouring densely onto the ground, appearing confusing in the dimly lit day.

The bright red belt wrapped around the waist trousers on one side fluttered in the wind, accompanied by the fiery red figure of the demon god, gradually drifting away in the rain, until it rose to nine days.

The boundless golden brilliance and the burning fire curtain under the sky dissipated, and the dim light of day reappeared in the taboo area. Only the mess all over the ground proved the cruelty of that battle.

Where the light shines, there are still traces of the war once trampled here, such extreme destruction remains on every dilapidated building, engraved with scars that will never be erased.

Since the outbreak of the holy disaster in the winter of 2999, the darkness in the sky of the Forgotten City has been permanently fixed by the gods, and there will be no more dark nights.

The dark and dark scene that will disappear at an unknown time seems to teach the world to remember the death and despair here.

Whenever night falls, Forgotten will be the only place where daylight exists in the human city, as if shrouded by the holy light of God, the world looking here cannot help but pray to the sky.

　The Holy Son lost this battle. In fact, I never thought of letting him win from the beginning. I will try my best when I wake up next time.

　　After all, there are too many gods and strong people, like the Lord of Demon God, Maharaja Michael, and the ancestor of all gods, they didn't do much. The real strong people are all behind the scenes and don't come out until the critical moment.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)