God after all

Chapter 9
The sound of the flute is still spreading, bewitching normal humans endlessly.

There is a crowd of people in the sky above the high-rise buildings, and their figures are like a curtain sweeping across the sky.

In Michael's eyes, this scene is more or less similar to a certain holy war 3000 million years ago, and the deeds of the ancient times flooded into his mind again.

Millions of dead bodies surrounded the world, and the angel corps and the demon race corps were mixed together, and they rushed towards the Black Yahweh with ruthless killing intent.

At that time, the sky and the earth in the celestial world were trembling, disturbed by the divine power of the Black Yahweh.

The gods saw on the distant battlefield—innumerable dead bodies mixed with blood pouring down the earth, a luminous star falling from the sky, exploding after touching the ground, splitting a third of the land, and burning raging fire everywhere.

The fierce battle between the Black Yahweh and the Lord of Demon Gods has affected the sun, the moon and the stars, and they have been destroyed by astonishing destructive power, and a quarter of them have been dimmed.

The night completely collapsed, unable to usher in the day, one-seventh of the day fell on the ground, and one-third sank into the sea, so that the endless darkness spread to the kingdom of the demon god, and only the ocean was filled with light.

In the end, the end of the fierce battle began when the other demon gods violated the king's wishes and signed an armistice agreement with the gods of the heavens.

The gods rode the beasts galloping in all directions, appeared on the darkened battlefield, and solemnly announced to the Lord of Demon Gods that his subjects had surrendered.

The angels lined up in a long line, and blew high-pitched and sharp horns in unison. The sound resounded through the universe, bringing violent tremors to the world. Booming vibrations, lightning and thunder filled the world, and the dark chaos spun crazily in the strong wind.

Then a light emerged, a sign that day and night were restored.

The young Michael landed on the ground, and the ground was still filled with darkness, and the burning flames of war rose faintly in the darkness.

He walked through the battlefield full of bony corpses, looking for traces of the Black Yahweh.

In the darkness entangled by the unquenchable fire and the wind, Hei Yahweh was dressed in a black robe, with long silver hair fluttering in the afterglow of the unquenchable flames, a gloomy silence as dark as ashes settled on his plain face, and the thin lips that were pursed into a line revealed silence The sharpness and wildness of the author.

Hei Yahweh stood so quietly, as if the silence of the whole world had gathered on him, and the bright flames cast dancing shadows in those indifferent silver pupils.

So far, so long has passed, Michael can dream of the figure of the Black Lord in the fire in his sleep.

He will never forget how this great god finally sacrificed himself in order to completely end the conflict between the gods and demon gods.

The tune played by the evil flute is the most sinister and evil tune in the world. There is powerful magic hidden in the flute, and its power is far beyond the expectations of the gods. In other words, even the gods don't know where the limit of the evil flute is.

3000 million years ago, the lord of the Demon God's melody was enough to frighten the gods.

Human beings have no ability to resist under the control of the evil song. This mysterious and treacherous sound can not only induce them to kill, but also cause them to kill each other.

The hunted person rushed to the street at a speed like the wind, and behind him were densely packed humans like swarms of ants, covering the sky in such a large number.

The people on the street were also running, they were frightened by the scene in the sky, and they burst into screams of fear.

But they didn't have time to continue to panic, the sound of the flute mercilessly took away their sanity.

In the case of this collective pursuit, they couldn't get close to the Man in the Iron Mask at their speed.

If the man in the iron mask stops, he will be blocked in all directions.

The sound of the flute coming from nowhere is the biggest obstacle for the man in the iron mask; but the sound of the flute is hidden in a dark place, so he cannot find it at all.

Leng Ji suddenly changed the angle and ran towards the forest in the north at high speed, the places he passed were all sparsely populated areas.

The holy disaster that broke out in 2999 still left traces of war here, and abandoned houses can be seen everywhere.

The figure running against the wind was running through the streets, sometimes jumping swiftly between vehicles, his slightly long black hair fluttering in a mess, the cold wind pierced through Mei Ying's body, and the black coat that was overturned in the air whistled.

Only one kind of evil exists, catch up with the man in the iron mask

The brilliance flowed out from one of his hands, and condensed into a long silver sword that resembled the light of a bright moon.

The total length of the sword exceeds that of ordinary sharp-edged weapons, about 1.8 meters.

The bright beam of light flew away in a flash, and blood mist sprayed out where the air was torn.

The two dark creatures whose body was split from the head to the thighs lost their balance, rolled and fell to the ground, crashing into the vehicle parked by the side of the road.

Their sneak attack failed, and they ended up with such a tragic end.

Regardless of the lesson of blood, their companions still put themselves in danger, raising their sharp claws to ambush the man in the iron mask.

Chitong couldn't see the direction of the swordsmanship clearly, but saw the nimble figures fighting back sideways, slashing with a cold light as they waved their hands—there was blood gushing out in front of their eyes, it was their own blood.

To solve the crisis from the right, Leng Ji's swaying body turned 180 degrees clockwise, raised his sword and cut down, two white lights cut off the creature similar to the human body, and the mighty blood spring exploded between the two divided corpses.

Leng Ji used his left hand as the fulcrum, and with the help of the roof of a car, he flipped to the sky in a beautiful posture.

His hand holding the sword made a horizontal cut, and the two cross beams cut open the black object that was rushing towards it with its teeth and claws.

The black figure drifted through the blood rain without any hindrance.

Hearing the sound of the flute approaching, his deep and dark eyes flashed a rare emotional color.But that's all.

The blood-stained silver mask shone with shocking brilliance, and the beauty and coldness of heaven and man emanated from this young man.

Ever since he left the Forgotten City, he has been confronted with dangers coming from all directions, and he is being hunted all over the sky and on the ground. If he cannot get out of this predicament, it will be difficult for him to escape for a while.

The only evil force that can hinder him so much is the Dark Nobility.

This evil force had hunted him down for many years, but now it came suddenly with the force of a violent storm.

He clearly could use his long sword to kill the chasing humans and break out from the army-like encirclement, but he didn't do that, and he didn't hurt anyone.

Maharaja Michael, who was not present at the scene, clearly witnessed the chaos surrounding the silence.

The sound of the flute is endless.

The master who played the jade flute sat firmly on the shoulders of his elder brother Lelyon, followed by hundreds of red-eyed humans.

The cold wind and heavy rain blew them all around, and the rain drenched everyone's blood-red pupils. This strange scene of crowds and groups seemed to be demons rampaging across the continent.

They flocked to the same place in all directions, and the locked target was surrounded unknowingly.

The screeching flute pierced the dull silence all around.

　The battle between the gods and the demon gods will be briefly described first, and when the storyline is almost unfolded, the rise and fall of the demon race, life and death, honor and disgrace will be written in the next few volumes!I wish I could create such an earth-shattering scene.

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