God after all

Chapter 6 He is the one who the gods watched grow up
Walking out of the residential area called "Death Place", "Leng Ji" came to the border area, and the concrete road under his feet was about two kilometers long.

There are many ruins of buildings around, embellishing this flat wasteland, extending here silently and lonely, like some kind of indescribable skeleton sleeping forever in this isolated place.

Thousands of kilometers away stands a towering city wall, about ten meters high. The most spectacular thing is its long curve, which surrounds the border of the Forgotten City, completely isolating the interior from the outside world.

People watching from the high-rise buildings in the outside world will find that the magnificent city wall is round, like an ancient fortress guarding a royal city.

In the royal city, the round iron pillars standing straight up to the sky can't be seen at a glance, as if they are leading to the kingdom of gods.

The first gate of the Forgotten City, "Steel City" - that's what the outsiders always call it.

It is indestructible, as cold and solid as steel, covered by an invisible barrier that is invisible to the naked eye.

There are observation posts in many places on the city wall, and each observation post is assigned a sentry on duty.

And from the outside, the sealed city wall has no doors.How outsiders can access the interior of the Forgotten City has always been a mystery.

Guards are stationed at the gate of Steel City every day.

After noticing the man in the iron mask approaching from the watchtower of the observation post, they contacted the other party through the individual communicator hanging on the ear to open the door.

Between the city walls, there is a huge iron gate that automatically opens inwards. This is the only gate connecting the Forgotten City Borderlands with the outside world.

When it opened the gap, the striking white light emitted from it was in incompatible contrast with the dim world of the Forgotten City.

The aperture of light opens wider and wider, engulfing the coldness that passes through the silence.

The cold silence that disappeared into the light soon found itself in a strange place.

Thousands of fragments of time and space are floating in the air and covering him.

These fragments are large and small, and the mirror-like surface reflects forests, land, lakes, cities, streets, and humans... It seems that the whole world has been broken into pieces and put together in a mess.

There are still eight light doors standing in front of him, only one of which leads to the place he is going to, and the other seven lead to secret bases in seven different countries.

It is said that the eight allied countries joined hands to create the "dark sky spirit gate" for the forgotten city. The real space-time tunnel is distributed somewhere in the cities of the eight countries.

These eight light doors all lead to somewhere—the giant iron gate on the border of the Forgotten City.

"Analyze identity."

An alto voice sounded above Leng Ji's head.Afterwards, the light from the eight spirit gates scanned his body.

Strange words flashed in the light.

These characters, like lines, musical notes, numbers and English letters, are disassembled and reassembled. It is an advanced whole-body identification code invented.

Sometimes there will be a row of retinal verification or Chinese prompts showing successful fingerprint verification.

The identity information of the people entering and leaving will be sent to the monitoring equipment of the Eight Alliance countries, where there are commissioners responsible for monitoring.

The identity of every person who enters and exits the Dark Sky Spiritual Gate must be strictly selected and verified before they can obtain the privilege of freely entering and exiting the Forgotten City.

"Don't organize, send me to the outside of Steel City."

If he doesn't say where to go, Al who controls the dark sky gate will follow the first order to send him back to the base.

However, those entering and exiting have the right to change their paths freely. Within the specified city limits, no matter where they want to go in the City of Jiuhua, the Dark Sky Lingmen can do it truthfully.

The radiance dissipated, which means that the verification of identity was successful.

One of the eight light doors listed the camp and automatically approached the man in the iron mask.

Just as he was about to take a step, a familiar voice sounded behind him, calling him "Leng Ji."

Kurosawa appeared.

He paused in silence, followed the voice and turned his head sideways, slightly nodded at the person who came, but did not speak a word.

"On the way back, I collected the ghost of an old lady. The ghost also talked about you, saying that you asked her to wait for me there."

"indeed."

Leng Ji said two words calmly, without turning around to leave.

"You came to the Forgotten City, didn't you notice the existence of the members of the Dark Nobility?"

Leng Ji explained the reason for his stay.

"I came here only after people were killed in the place of death, and I didn't find any traces of members of the dark nobles."

Kurosawa watched his back turning indifferently, with indescribably complicated emotions surging in his heart, and watched him disappear without a trace.

This young man named "Leng Ji" is always indifferent, very quiet and silent, but it makes people feel that he is so lonely.

Kurosawa somewhat knew his fate - he was born as the heir of the ancestor of all gods, with a heavy mission on his shoulders.

Since ancient times, the loneliness of the king probably refers to an existence like him.

The Light Gate sent the Man in the Iron Mask into the real world.

The Iron City towered majestically behind him, surrounded by low-rise houses and tall buildings.

This street is still a sparsely populated scene, with feasting lights and busy traffic at the end of the block.

Leng Ji lowered his face slightly, put on an ordinary black mask, and pulled on a loose hoodie to cover his head, so as not to ostentatiously show his existence.

The raindrops fluttered and swayed in the sky, slapping the ground, and the sound of dripping and pattering was endless.

The top of the tall building.

There are two figures standing side by side on the edge of the roof, only one step away from the ground.

Even in the face of such a trembling height, they are bound by an immovable aura like a mountain.

They are the envoys who escorted the (Holy Son) coldness, they came from the western heavens of the old era through time and space, and their names are Michael and Muchel.

The cold wind lifted the gorgeous blond hair, just like the sun shining down from the sunless dome, dispelling the grayness and dyeing it with bright brilliance.

The color of the sun radiated from the two of them, and the brilliance was so shining that it was impossible to look directly at it.

"Members of the dark nobles showed up again blatantly, threatening to find the man in the iron mask. Now, I don't know how they will feel about the prey they brought to their door."

This is a man's lazy and deep voice. If you describe this voice, it will probably remind women of words such as "gorgeous and beautiful".

His hands were so white that they were shiny and shiny, as if they would disappear in the light at any moment.

In his hand, he held a Holy Grail carved with beautiful patterns and made of gold all over his body. The cup was filled with a transparent liquid.

The hand holding the Holy Grail tilted at an angle, and the liquid flowed out from the mouth of the cup and fell to the bottom of the tall building.

After the liquid drained away, the radiant holy grail in Michael's hand disappeared.

"Is that holy water?"

The Goddess of Time who asked this question, Michel, wore a clown mask on her face.

This pair of masks is beautifully made, with patterned gold rims inlaid around the eyes, ruby ​​teardrops at the corners of the eyes are like deep red tears shed by a clown, and the expression on the face is a deathly silence and compassion.

"Holy water would be good bait."

Michael also wore a clown mask on his face, made of gold and silver, with a mysterious and weird smile on his upturned mouth.

The pupils of his eyes seem to be casted from golden lava, with the shadow of burning flames and the rays of the sun inside, full of brilliant and brilliant colors, his eyes are like a king overlooking all living beings and the world.

The will of the venerable condenses the holy water, and the holy water cannot dissipate in the air, nor can it be hindered by wind and rain.

As it falls, the holy water turns into wind and approaches the target.

An indescribable feeling poured into the body-this is the intuitive feeling of coldness, so he stopped.

If you think about it seriously, it seems like a clear stream penetrates the internal organs in a few seconds.

He looked up at the sky, far beyond the vision of ordinary people, and he could see the top floor hundreds of meters high.

Michael, who was on the top floor, clearly met his four eyes, but the scene reflected in his eyes was empty.

"Is it okay to do that?"

Michelle's concerns.It indicates inner restlessness and wavering.

"Leng Ji will hurt."

Michael did not respond, and watched the man in the iron mask walk through the street with cold eyes. He witnessed the holy water fermenting on the man in the iron mask, and a strange smell filled the air.

This breath is sacred, especially for members of the dark nobles who know the gods, it has an irresistible attraction.

"Members of the dark nobles will track the breath of the holy water to find the coldness. Is this the result the Maharaja wants?"

Hiding the traces of indifference for many years, but now he wants to personally destroy the painstaking efforts he has put in. This man is really contradictory.

"This is just the first step in pushing the Holy Son towards the plan to hunt the demon god."

As the "Majesty" of the heavens, Michael's cold-bloodedness was unimaginably cruel to Muchelle. Even if he watched Lengji being attacked from all sides, it was impossible for him to have the slightest sense of guilt and remorse.

"That's... the person we watched growing up."

The voice is steady, without much ups and downs, which fits the calm and rational image of the Goddess of Time.

But what kind of unspeakable emotions are hidden under this calm appearance?
Maharaja Michael was also suddenly silent. Did he feel the palpitations that he couldn't tell?
Muchel remembered very clearly that there was a lot of snow on the day when he traveled from the old age to the future world.

The sky is full of pure white tidbits, and the strong wind turns into howling and blows all over the world.

The world is full of peerless poignancy and sadness, and the breath of loneliness permeates every corner of Jiuhua City.

By the time Leng Ji was found, many things had already been settled.

The woman who conceived the child of the god ancestor died in a car accident, and the body lying on the operating table disappeared.

The missing truth is that the ancestor of the gods took away the dead virgin.

The Son of the Virgin was not called Leng Ji at that time, and he had no name yet. It was Michael who gave him the name, implying cold and lonely, just like the day he was born in the cold weather.

(End of this chapter)