God after all

Chapter 89 The Man in the Iron Mask is the Virgin's Son's Identity Announced to the Public
The darkness receded, and the images played back in the holographic projection focused on a certain location in the Beijing-Kowloon District.

When people saw the huge reverse cross clearly displayed in front of their eyes, their bodies almost trembled in fear.

The figure in a suit and leather shoes stepped on the top of the cross, the cold wind that used to penetrate the whole body caressed the tie and flowing blond hair, and the red pupils shone with a strange light like burning flames.

"As you humans can see - the Silver Witch has been reduced to ashes."

The onlookers stared wide-eyed, shocked.

The dark figure exuding an evil aura was announcing the death of the Silver Witch to the whole world, and his plain words had confirmed the identity of the girl crucified on the reverse cross.

Even though the girl is a false existence created by Michael with clay, the truth has been annihilated with the disappearance of the girl in this world.

For ignorant humans, once the Silver Witch dies, what will happen to the Virgin Son?

"We dark aristocrats have come to this era and have brought death and disasters by all means. From the beginning to the end, we have only one purpose - to kill the virgin son!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and the voice of discussion spread from countless humans.

No one expected that the dark aristocrat of unknown origin would have something to do with the rumored son of the virgin.

What kind of freak was that woman who remained a virgin until she died?
The origin and whereabouts of the freak are still a mystery that human beings cannot solve.

"You humans must really want to know the truth about the life experience of the Son of the Virgin, so I, Leleon Krillottuya, will reveal it today."

People widened their eyes, and their brows were filled with astonishment.

Countless heads are all looking at the same direction, as if looking up to the savior who is high above and reigns over the world.

The rain curtain poured down on the ground silently, obscuring the city baptized by flames.

In this bitterly cold winter, the dark sky covered the world, shrouding everything in a sad and melancholy atmosphere.

Leaning against a corner of the wall, Leng Ji stood silent in the cold wind, his face was gloomy and calm, his breath was like a cold warship, and an indescribable threat wafted from his immobile body like a mountain.

The dark eyes stared at the mall building opposite, and the colorful advertising screen showed the figure standing on the top of the reverse cross.

Every word was heard clearly in Lengji's ears, until the dark aristocrat who had been chasing him for many years uttered his familiar name——rare emotional fluctuations emerged in his dark eyes without any brilliance.

The world was stunned, and it was unbelievable to hear the truth: the rumored son of the virgin is the man in the iron mask!
"Are you kidding me? Leng Ji, the apprentice of Eliza Cuthbert, the number one demon hunter of the Knights of the Holy Spirit, is the son of the virgin of unknown origin!!? That monster that disappeared completely from the first day of his birth! !?"

Some people in the crowd protested loudly, and voices of echo echoed endlessly.

"How could that noble lord have such an unbearable background? Don't be disgusting here!"

Some scolded, some scolded...

It's a pity that the instigator can't hear, and doesn't need to listen to any opinions and dissatisfaction of human beings. He only needs to achieve his own goals, so that he can ignore people's reactions.

"I don't need to explain whether the facts are true or false. I will let the man in the iron mask admit it himself."

The eyes of every listener were condensed in astonishment, and for a moment people even forgot to breathe.

The north wind howled.The heavy rain stopped unexpectedly.

The sky without rain is like a heartbroken woman, shed all tears, and her face is full of melancholy and sadness.

As if he didn't see whose face appeared on the advertising screen, Leng Ji pulled the fleece hood over his head, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the deserted street against the northwest wind.

He called Youfeng, claiming that he was on his way to the Beijing-Kowloon District, and then he hoped that his brother could cooperate with him in a siege battle.

The young man with delicate and gentle features agreed without thinking about it.

Facing the picture shown to the world by the man who claimed to be Leleon Krillottuya, the onlookers were once again incredulous.

When witnessing the appearance of the daughter of the richest man in the city, the ominous premonition hit people's hearts hard.

The news of her disappearance was announced through a TV news report, and the two childhood sweethearts who accompanied her died in that sudden car accident.

No one could have imagined that a lady from a noble family would become a partisan of the dark aristocracy one day.

If it wasn't for that familiar face, it would be impossible for those who knew her to believe that she was Qiangwei herself.

She appeared suddenly without warning, appearing out of nowhere, stepping on the middle of a spear.

The spear that was intact had once penetrated the body of the replica White Rose and nailed her to the reverse cross, and now it has become the foothold of another mutant.

This young and beautiful girl can no longer be called a human being, and her blood-red pupils are no different from demons.

With empty, inhuman eyes and a dull expression, it looks like a puppet without a soul.

And the man standing on the top of the reverse cross is the culprit who manipulated the puppet.

"It's only 15 minutes. If the man in the iron mask admired by everyone hadn't appeared, then this girl who still has a trace of humanity and has always loved him will die in the most painful way in the world."

Everyone was horrified when they heard this—what kind of way would it be to die in the most painful way in the world?
The despicability and shamelessness of the dark nobles aroused the hatred and anger of the masses.

"It is enough for the man in the iron mask to come forward and give a true answer that he is the 'son of the virgin'. This innocent person will be pardoned."

Whether it is a slightly polite and well-behaved speech or his own temperament, it all shows the gentlemanly demeanor cultivated by the old aristocrats.

But it was such a well-mannered and well-educated handsome man, behind his calm deeds was a creepy shadow.

"The countdown has begun."

Lelion Krillottuya smiled slightly, glanced at the watch on his left hand, and six exciting words flowed from his lips.

The audience who held their breath saw him suddenly turn his face and look in a certain direction.

Immediately afterwards, his body rose to a higher sky, and he stood still, watching the movement on the earth with the attitude of a king overlooking the world.

The angle and orientation of the picture changed, and a large group of black shadows broke into people's field of vision.

The holographic projections throughout the holy places of the three fortresses played back another real scene.

Someone recognized them as the subordinates of the Man in the Iron Mask, and couldn't help stretching out his hand, pointing at the sky and shouting: "Look, Ghost Killer!"

"The members of the Holy Spirit Knights are also here!"

The voice was full of the speaker's nervousness, like a dying person grabbing a life-saving straw, sighing from the bottom of his heart.

"Minister Youfeng!" A female exclaimed.

As the chief disciple of Eliza Cuthbert, the head of the Holy Spirit Knights' combat department "God of Fighting Ghosts", whether his ability is on par with the Man in the Iron Mask has never been conclusively stated in the eyes of outsiders. Different people always look at it from different standpoints.

Although Youfeng's sword skills are slightly inferior to those of Elisa and the Man in the Iron Mask, he has inherited the profound attainments of another master, Hongye, and is proficient in the strange art of dunjia.

The bright yellow rune paper was separated by a distance of half a meter, rapidly spinning around him.

The rune burst out with dazzling golden light, preventing the members of the dark nobles who were ambushing the Jingjiu domain from approaching.

Even Genelle Krillottuya, who was standing near the reverse cross, couldn't help but palpitate when faced with such a figure walking like the wind.

Three different forces fought together in the chaos, but the wind manipulating the runes was seen to shuttle through it without any hindrance, holding the hilt of the sword hanging from the waist with his right hand, maintaining the posture of drawing the sword slightly bowed, advancing at an extremely fast speed Violent and strong.

The light released from his body carried the power of exorcism, and this power mercilessly drove back the attacking enemies.

Genelle's reaction was urgent, and he ran towards the comer without fear, and his action speed was actually comparable to that of the opponent.

The magic knife Satan appeared in his hand. It was an ancient magic weapon without a scabbard.

The knife is 1.5 meters long, with a slightly curved curve and a beautiful arc.The light and light blade body is a strange dark red, and the strange runes imprinted are as beautiful as flowers.

(End of this chapter)