God after all

Chapter 8 Demon Song

The dying son of the ancestor of all gods is an obstacle that must be eradicated for the demon god race, and it can do whatever it takes to do so.

Bow to pieces and die, this is an entry in the dictionary of the demon god race, and it is the responsibility of every member of the demon god race.

Now that Leon said such discouraged words to his face, he didn't know how the Lord of the Demon God would feel when he heard it.

"Useless waste! You said you couldn't fight the envoy before the battle started? Listening to you, is it useless for me to appoint my seventh younger brother Diosotto to come forward?"

Leon bowed, tied his hands on his chest and said politely:
"If one of the Twelve Demon Gods, the Great Lord, comes forward, the envoy must be hindered."

"That's it."

The Lord of the Demon God was condescending, looking down at the bowing man indifferently, with the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Hearing your words, why does this king think that your Clilottuya family will flee on the battlefield, is that true?"

Leon was silent for a moment, and a sinister shadow passed over his handsome face.

"The sincerity of the Clilot Tuya family to the king is far more than reflected in the matter of bloodshed and death for you."

In the battle between the gods and the demon gods 3000 million years ago, the demon gods exhausted their blood and tears, and would rather be destroyed and turned into nothingness than surrender. This fearless spirit and heroic spirit once shocked the gods.

Now that spirit and courage have long since vanished with the collapse of the dynasty.

The Lord of the Demon Gods expected Lelyon's thoughts, so who in the world is not afraid of the power of the gods?

"Maybe the king will think it's cowardice, but I think it's wise and safe. Don't go head-to-head, but survive and accumulate strength, waiting to destroy the throne of the gods one day."

"Be wise and protect yourself?"

At this moment, the king glared at him with majesty on top of Leyon's head, showing a contemptuous smile with the arrogance of a so-called king.

"In the matter of killing the Holy Son, your prudence and protection made me wait too long."

"It's my incompetence."

Leon looked calm and composed as if the sky was falling, which made the Lord of Demon God couldn't help laughing up to the sky.

"The sincerity of the Clilot Tuya family to the king is far more than reflected in the matter of bloodshed and death for you."

Unexpectedly, it was still the same sentence. When the Lord of the Demon God heard it, he became angry and roared hoarsely:

"Don't talk too nicely, go back and catch the bastard of the ancestor of the gods now. It won't be too late to talk about your sincerity after you kneel in front of this king bleeding."

Seeing Wang Yang go away, Piaofei's back is getting farther and farther away, Leyleon turns and walks the same way.

The red pupils were breathtakingly glamorous in the darkness of the burning fire, and an unpredictable smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

His soul traveled back to the future world in 3004 and returned to his body.

Wearing a black suit, he was in the drizzle, and his pupils, which were twice as blood-colored as usual, returned to their previous colors.

He was facing the direction of the Forgotten City, and what caught his eyes was the dense black iron net that covered the forbidden area and towered into the clouds. The whole thing was a giant column reaching up to the sky.

No one knows how high the iron column net with strong current is, and those who really climbed over it have been smashed to pieces along with the Emperor.

People named it "Tiantian Shenzhu", because it imprisoned forbidden areas in all directions and towered into unknown heights.

Rumor has it that the end of the Tongtian Shenzhu is the closest place to the god.

"Why did your soul leave your body suddenly? Where did you go?"

Withdrawing his gaze from a distance, he looked at Genelle who was standing beside him. He was a little boy holding a big black umbrella to cover the rain, and his big doll-like eyes showed a sad look.

"Go to the old age to meet the king."

He stepped forward to pick up Genelle, took the black umbrella in his hand with his left hand, put him on his shoulder with his right hand, and walked towards the busy street.

No one around noticed anything unusual, and no one noticed this pair of beautiful brothers with blond hair and red eyes.

"What did you say to him?"

"It's related to our hunting operation this time."

With such a simple reply, it can be seen that Leon is not very talkative, and he is still the kind of person who won't say a word of nonsense.

"Did brother make the Lord of the Demon God angry again?"

With a tone that knew his brother's temperament like the palm of his hand, Genelle put his arms around his chest and smiled coldly.

"I'm used to his arrogant and arrogant look."

"He won't be arrogant for long! When the Holy Son wakes up one day, it will be his death."

"It's also our time of death."

Leon spoke calmly.Genelle felt inexplicably depressed
"fair enough……"

The boy lowered his head, the slightly long shattered hair on his forehead covered the sadness and loneliness in his eyes.

"Finally I can die." There was an inexplicable bitterness on his slightly smiling face.

Leon's expressionless face was covered with a dignified and cold look.

Silence fermented between the two brothers, and the minutes passed by.

They mingled with all kinds of people, and their beautiful and noble images were incompatible with the surroundings.Obviously so powerful, but such a lonely existence.

Genelle spread his palms, and a flute emerged.

The whole body of the flute is shiny and shiny, and it is made of pure white jade.

Genelle held the flawless and transparent flute close to her lips.

The thin and crisp rhyme entangled by the wind passes through the flute holes, tactfully ethereal, melodious and clear, spreading out endlessly and echoing around.

The sound of the flute entered the ears, and all those who heard it lost their minds, and their eyes were covered with dark red blood.

This flute sound seems to have a magical power of bewitching, which can make human beings no different from walking dead.

They go with the flute master, ready to listen to the magic tune at any time.

The rain showed no sign of stopping.

The cold wind blew the sound of the flute, and it was sent to the ears of the two envoys wearing clown masks.

Raindrops are falling from the sky, beating the umbrella cap and making a tick-tick sound.

The golden pupils are shining brightly, flickering like the brilliant light and shadow of the red golden flame.

"Evil song."

Hearing the three words murmured to herself, the woman looked at the maharaja next to her, and caught the deep look in his eyes when looking at things, and realized in a trance that he must be familiar with this piece of music.

"In a battle of God's condemnation 3000 million years ago, the gods and demons fought for ten days and nights, the earth bled and drifted across the oars, and corpses fell for thousands of miles.

The master of the demon god held the evil flute in his hand, and blew a demonic sound across the world. The mountain of corpses instantly turned into puppets floating in the sky, besieging the only survivor on the battlefield. "

The majesty was silent when he said this, as if he couldn't bear to continue talking.

The woman Michel standing beside him couldn't restrain her trembling voice: "The survivor is... Black Lord!"

Sixty-three million years ago, the god who was second only to the ancestor of all gods, in addition to the Lord of Demon Gods, was the famous twin God Yahweh—divided into Black Yahweh and White Yahweh.

They are the two favorite sons of the ancestor of all gods.

After the black Yahweh died, only the white Yahweh remained, and there has been no complete Yahweh in the world since then.

"That tragic war has been sung to this day, and who in the heavens doesn't know the story of the Black Yahweh, who fought against millions of corpses, with the Lord of Demon Gods behind him."

The woman's eyes were full of sorrow. When she was a child, she worshiped Black Yahweh the most, and she could recite all his deeds recorded in the holy book backwards.

Knowing when he was born and when he died at the end, the story about him facing millions of dead bodies and then being wounded by the Demon Lord is still fresh in his memory.

"Is this the sound of the legendary evil flute? Then who is playing the flute?"

"It's not the Lord of the Demon God himself. He gave away the flute when he came back from recovery."

Maharaja Michael stood under the abyss-like high-rise buildings. Looking down, the fast-flowing water curtain somewhat obscured his vision.

"This thing is a supreme treasure, which can make the Lord of the Demon God willing to give it away. Who is the recipient?"

"Jenelle Krillottuya." Michael said firmly.

Janelle Krillottuya has always been favored by the Lord of the Demon God, and the curse of the family has a lot to do with this boy.This cruel truth has always been witnessed by the gods.

The sound of the flute is bright and transparent, and the bursting penetrating power resounds in all directions. The clear and melodious rhyme gradually turns into a strange and sad, high-pitched pitch frequently, and the timbre is sharp and whimpering.

An extremely ominous evil aura spread out, gusts of wind blew up erratically, thousands of human beings soared into the sky, gathered densely in all directions, and rushed towards the same place with a clear purpose.

The people witnessed a large group of flying humans in the sky in the distance, and a shocking shock plundered their bodies, took away their sanity, and even screamed when they were too frightened.

However, the confusion did not last long, the wind blew the desolate sound of the flute to their ears, and they quickly joined the floating team.

Between heaven and earth, such a strange and terrifying scene appeared:
Countless human beings with blood-red eyes and expressionless dead expressions on their faces spread all over the place in silence, their lithe and floating bodies moved at a fast speed, and madness poured out along the west, as if they were chasing something collectively.

The sound of the flute still continued, transforming into a beautiful lament, the rhyme was as beautiful as the sound of nature, and it was endless.

Watching the normal human beings lose their sanity one by one, the Goddess of Time, Muchel, who was controlled by the magic sound and flew past her eyes, wearing a clown mask, asked the Maharaja uneasily.

"Shall we come to the rescue?"

"This is just the beginning."

"Leng Ji will hurt."

She repeated the sentence a second time.But Michael didn't seem to care much with his calm look.

She vaguely understood that she seemed to have never been able to understand Michael. What kind of hidden emotions were hidden deep in this man's pupils?
"The effect of the evil flute in the hands of the second master is far less than that in the hands of the original master."

Michael watched the surrounding changes with cold eyes, and was indifferent to the scene that was controlled by the sound of the flute within a few kilometers.

(End of this chapter)