God after all

Chapter 96 The Battle of the Dragon and Snake (1)

The howling sound of the north wind was like howling ghosts and howling wolves of demons, blowing with hatred and curses, circling the taboo area and could not dissipate.

Lightning lingered in the sky, accompanied by the earth-shattering fury of thunder, and the ferocious "boom" sound like artillery fire echoed beyond the sky, as if a battle of the gods had already started deep in the sky.

The increasingly violent torrential rain poured down on the ground, alleviating the tragedy of burning in the forbidden area, and the flickering red fire was about to go out.

Of course, the fall of this startling rain curtain was not manipulated by the God of Nature, but Michael, who stood above the clouds, called the wind and rain.

His five fingers were slightly bent toward the palm, forming a half-grip state, and a sphere that seemed to be condensed by lightning was suspended on the palm.

The spherical surface with a diameter of about tens of centimeters flickers dense electric wires. This kind of electric light wires are intertwined and penetrate deep into the inside of the sphere, continuously releasing the sharp hissing when generating electricity.

Michael's five fingers tightened, and he squeezed the object in the palm of his hand effortlessly.

Inside the huddled sphere, the already unstable thunder and lightning exploded and blew a cold gust of wind.

The air was shaking violently.

The crazily screaming lightning filaments formed hundreds of polar beams, entangled with the wind, purposely piercing through the clouds and mist to a certain direction, hitting the huge black monster.

Above the sky, the dragon's body fell sadly from the sky, and the [-]-meter-long wings flowed backward against the strong wind, making a whirling and panting roar.

Looking up to the sky and screaming from his mouth, it resounded through the sky, violently shaking the world of ice and fire invaded by heavy rain and flames.

The ground trembled, and the heavy and huge dragon's body fell down, crushing the dilapidated buildings instantly.

The fallen black dragon struggled and failed to stand up, the turbid breath from its nostrils was emitting scorching smoke, and the black and red liquid flowed from between the teeth that grew into thin columns.

There is a golden long sword stuck in its heart, and the blade penetrates one-seventh of its body.

It was this sword that broke through the surface covered with hard scales, and reached the depths of the strong muscles.

To what extent was the magical skill that caused such a devastating blow so easily, that there was no time for the black dragon to fight tenaciously?

Without the advent of the war of scenery, the storm that should have been stirred up by the black dragon ended silently.

The painful groans of the dying struggle echoed throughout the burning taboo area, attracting the feet of floating ghosts.

They came from their hiding places to the shining sea of ​​flames, looked at the direction of the light, and saw that the light was emanating from the sword body that pierced the black dragon's chest, illuminating the heaven and the earth with divine brilliance.

A figure suspended in the void descended from the flame-red sky. As soon as the black leather shoes on his feet touched the ground, blood flowed through the soles quickly.

Michael looked at the source of the blood following the bright red eyes. This bright red was gushing out from the wound of the black dragon that had collapsed on the ground.

It's hard to imagine how this super giant will feel when facing Michael's slow approach. Does moaning and howling indicate its futile anger and struggle?
The lightsaber inserted into the heart turned into dust and disappeared.The wound couldn't heal by itself, and blood gushed out.

Blood is life, and its loss makes it weak.

This black dragon with an astonishing growth rate is still just a juvenile, and it is racing against time to develop into an adult state. Once the time is ripe, the fireball it spits out can destroy the entire Forgotten City.

But it has no chance now, it is dying, slowly dying in front of the executioner who exploited its own life.

Michael stared at the ferocious eyes of the black dragon. The unwillingness was buried in the eyes of the weak whose lives were about to be ruined by the strong. There was the deepest loneliness and hatred in them, as well as the humiliation of becoming king and loser.

"Even if you inherit the will of the demon god, it is just a false life created by illusion."

Michael stretched out his right hand, and a halo of strange words was printed on the palm of his hand, "You are nothing at all!"

Words are the supreme language of the gods, and no one in the world except the gods can understand them; however, the black dragon who inherited the will of the demon god recognized the meaning of these words.

A fire of long-lost fear was ignited in its beast-like eyes—this was the demon god's fear of the majesty of the gods, the absolute fear that had been carved into the depths of his soul in the distant past.

The aperture is [-] centimeters away from the palm, and the text in the circle is spinning at an accelerated speed, bursting out with radiant golden light.

The strong wind flowed under Michael's feet, forming wind blades and flying in all directions.

A "bang" exploded and shook the air, and the world that had been tortured by blood, flames, and wind and rain was rendered golden by indescribable invisible forces.

It was a very beautiful color, and the sky was filled with the brilliant and brilliant light of the sun, which was enough to amaze the whole world.

The strong wind, heavy rain, flames, and lightning have disappeared, and the oblivion shrouded in holy light will be immersed in unprecedented warmth and brightness.

Swimming snakes were nowhere to be seen, and even the bodies of snakes that had died from fatal mutilations vanished.

All the flames rising among the ruins were extinguished.

The sky and the earth have become silent under the cover of the holy light.

However, after an unknown amount of time, an ancient and majestic voice echoed in the void, completely breaking the atmosphere.

"You're really in the way."

This voice belonged to a young man with seven points of disdain and three points of contempt.

Michael smiled, looked up at the pair of red eyes floating in the void, deliberately joked cheekily: "It's just to this extent."

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds.

"As the heir of the Black Lord, you really don't look like him at all." The voice sighed slightly.

In response to the familiar name revealed by the voice, Michael's tone was calm and calm, without surprise: "We are two completely different existences."

"So are you involved in the plan to hunt the demon god in order to fulfill the long-cherished wish of the Black Lord, or are you just serving the ancestors?"

"Both." Michael replied very frankly.

"But have you ever thought about it?"

Can cast illusion on the top of Michael's head, forming a pair of eyes to observe the movement of the taboo area, which shows the power of the demon god Diosotto.

"As a pawn, you will one day become an abandoned pawn in the hands of Monet, the ancestor of the gods."

Even after hearing such malicious warnings, Michael only smiled like a gentleman cultivated in an old-fashioned aristocratic environment, and his tone was polite and demeanor.

"You don't need to be reminded by the lord, I am naturally clear about my fate."

Does he feel sad in his heart when he tells such a cruel fact without incident?

"Is the conversation between you and me now also a story written by Monet in the script?"

"The fate of the demon god is not bound by the ancestor of the gods. However, I came to this world and appeared here, and everything was done according to the script."

"Lengji is the identity of the virgin's son announced to the public, is it also an arrangement in the script?"

"Yes."

Michael looked up at the sky that was dripping with blood, and the sky was shockingly reflecting the brilliance of flames.

"On December 12rd, the dark aristocrat was able to find traces of coldness in the forbidden area. It was your hands and feet that left the aura of the gods on him."

"I just poured some holy water that Jehovah loves to drink on him."

Michael showed a cheeky and joking smile, and didn't think there was anything wrong with betraying Lengji.

"I have heard all about the nature of the King of the Heavenly Army, and now I have finally learned what it means to be despicable. It really lives up to its reputation."

Michael restrained his smile, and said politely: "Thank you, it's nothing compared to your demon race."

His golden pupils were full of murderous intent.

"Please trouble your lord to visit the Forgotten City. What is your purpose here? Is it just to have a cliché with me?"

"I just came to see the only heir of the Black Lord."

The demon god's plain tone was mixed with a little nostalgia, and he said with a sense of loss: "I don't find any shadow of Black Lord in you."

"He and I are two completely different existences."

Michael repeated it again.

"On the contrary, the Leng Ji you blessed is very similar to him."

"In order to commemorate this long-dead son, the ancestor of the gods, it is reasonable for the newly born son to inherit his appearance."

"I can be reborn, why can't he?"

Demon God mentioned the crux of the problem in one sentence.

"Yeah, why can you be reborn, but he can't?"

Michael pretended to sigh, and calmly threw the question back.

He suddenly remembered that in the distant and ancient past, when he was a boy, he and Hei Yahweh were on the battlefield where corpses piled up like mountains, surrounded by burning fire, and the blood flowed slowly like a small river.

Hei Yahweh is dressed in a black robe, with long silky silver hair following the lingering flames, his plain face is gloomy and silent, and his thin lips pursed into a line reveal the hidden sharpness and wildness of the silent one.

He stood silently, as if the silence of the whole world gathered on him, and the bright firelight cast dancing shadows in those indifferent silver pupils.

　Chapters 8 to 9 also mentioned the deeds of Black Yahweh. If you want to know more about him, please read back the content.

　　
　
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