God after all

Chapter 60: The Sleeping City of Jiuhua (1)

Until the last light and shadow of the burning sea of ​​flames completely dissipated in the sky, Murong Yuan gradually lowered the hand holding the telescope to his side, thus ending the long-distance observation of the taboo area.

There was still a fiery breath in the wind blowing towards us. This breath was different from the summer heat. It was blowing with an incomparably stinging scorching heat. It once permeated the entire border of the Forgotten City, attacking the sleeping world outside the Steel City.

Even the superheat barrier couldn't completely isolate it.

The reason why the word "sleeping" is used to describe the troubled and flashy city outside is because it has already fallen into a hypnosis of the misty flute sound.

The sound of the flute once wreaked havoc on Kawasaki Road, Jianxi District, controlling the minds of innocent people, causing great panic in the city of Jiuhua, and forcing all countries to pay close attention.

There are rumors of dark aristocrats of unknown origin everywhere, who will once again spread the crazy public opinion of the grand death in the world.

Murong Yuan was at the observation post closest to the Steel City Gate, facing the forbidden area and remained silent.

The black windbreaker he was wearing fluttered with the dry and hot wind, and a lonely and independent atmosphere enveloped Xin Chang's figure under the drowsy sky.

"All members of the Forgotten City, get ready to fight."

A deep voice escaped from his lips.Murong Yuan, who had been indifferent for a long time, gave the order to start the war without hesitation.

The continuous responses from the black earphone hanging on the right ear passed over the eardrum, and these companions who were ambushing in the place of death were all replying with the same "yes".

I don't know how long it took, but the last sound in the Bluetooth headset also stopped abruptly.

Only the wind blows through the empty surroundings.

Since all the residents of the place of death have been transferred to the world outside the Iron City, the Forgotten City has become lifeless since then, and the breath of death wraps every inch of the air, presenting an extremely quiet and desolate scene.

"My lord!"

A warm and jade-like voice suddenly sounded from the white earphone hanging on the left ear.

The bright male voice broke the dull dead silence.

"Leilion and Genelle have changed locations and stopped at Xisai Square in Jingyuan District. Our people are still 3000 meters away and cannot get close."

This is the third time that Youfeng has reported to Murong Yuan about tracking down the Krillottuya brothers.

Forced by the sound of the flute to hypnotize half of the city of Jiuhua, the members of the Holy Spirit Knights were helpless, even using the world's most advanced nano-sound isolator could not completely isolate the strange sound of the flute.

Even humans who are superior to humans like the Knights of the Holy Spirit can only barely support them by relying on their physical abilities that are different from ordinary people.

Within 3000 meters, even if you take a step closer, the absolute hypnosis that makes people fall into unconsciousness will strike.

Maintaining a distance of 3000 meters is already the limit of the sound isolator for assisting members in combat.

"Does firing long-range rockets not work?"

The spectacle lenses inlaid with silver edges flashed sharply.

His cold and stern words made Youfeng, who was far away in the Phoenix Valley, silent.

The raindrops falling from the sky blew the young man's beautiful but not feminine face, his eyes looking up at the sky were as clear as a peaceful lake.

"Brother Clilottuya used the unconscious crowd as cover."

This is what was said after a while.The voice was clear and sad.

This time it was Murong Yuan's turn to be silent.

Silence ferments between people in different places through the earphones.

"This is indeed in line with the despicable style of the dark nobles."

Half a minute later, Murong Yuan uttered such a sentence, ordering Youfeng to take hunting action immediately after the sound of the flute ended.

"How is Leng Ji?"

After hesitating for a while, Youfeng decided to express his inner worries.

Murong Yuan didn't respond in time, and looked far into the sky, falling into deep thought for a moment.

"Leng Ji went to the forbidden area alone."

Hearing Murong Yuan's calm words, You Feng's pupils were filled with astonishment and shock.

"I can't change my stubborn temper, and I'm still alone at this time.

Murong Yuan didn't speak, one could imagine You Feng suppressing the anger in his chest.

"If Leng Ji can come back alive, you can shake hands with him and make peace. Eliza definitely doesn't want the two of you to be strangers."

Hearing such indistinct words blurted out, Youfeng just frowned.

"Can... come back alive?"

He repeated what Murong Yuan said just now, and didn't pay attention to what the man said later.

"Against that big red-haired guy, I don't think Leng Ji has a chance of winning."

"Then why did you let Leng Ji go alone?"

Didn't he let him go to die? - Youfeng refrained from saying this.

"Have you forgotten the mysterious guardian beside him?"

This is a secret, mastered by the highest core of the Holy Spirit Knights.

It wasn't that Leng Ji was the first to report this matter to his superiors, but Eliza Cuthbert was the first to notice the mysterious existence guarding Leng Ji.

The rulers of the Senate were shocked, and decided to ask the gods about the two strange things of "Leng Ji's origin" and "the guardian around him", hoping to get some answers.

But in fact, God avoids this question and advises ordinary people not to pursue it too deeply.

What is the secret that the gods want to hide?
Youfeng suddenly thought of the man who visited his place two days ago: sitting on the armchair in such a casual posture, with his legs hooked lazily, his long golden hair sprinkled all over his body, his face was hidden under the cover of a clown mask, and the gaze cast from his golden pupils Majestic as the gaze of a king.

I don't know his name, but Youfeng still concealed the hidden secrets of the gods that he intended to reveal, and did not report the truth to his superiors.

The last words he said before leaving made Youfeng have to weigh and consider. Once the secrets hidden by the gods are reported to the superiors, the Senate may be out of control if they track them down.

What would be the consequences for an ordinary master who touches the secret of God?I'm afraid it's far more than just death.

No more words came from his ears, Murong Yuan raised his hand and touched the Wuhen button on the white earphone, turned off the wireless communication function, and would not receive any news from Jingyuan District reported by Youfeng.

This is the end of the connection that only belongs to the minister of the ghost fighting god.

Lifting his strong jaw, Murong Yuan looked at the dark sky with a firm face.

The sky of the Forgotten City is gloomy and gloomy. With the indestructible pillars descending from the sky in the winter of 2999, this piece of hopeless color was permanently fixed by the gods, and the night has never ended since then.

Such a place without night is in incompatible contrast with the outside world of Steel City.

Only the ten-meter-high city wall hinders the outside night from invading the Forgotten City inside.

The light in the inner area of ​​the city wall is a pearl of the City of Jiuhua, shining in the dim light of the sky.

Tonight is different from usual, and the turmoil that occurred is enough to be remembered by the world for a lifetime.

(End of this chapter)