God after all

Chapter 99 The Battle of the Dragon and Snake (4)

Murong Yuan finally withdrew his long-distance gaze, turned around and walked the way he had come and gone.A woman with a double-edged sword followed him silently.

"Pass down the order, the members retreat collectively!"

The woman's eyes danced slightly, "Don't you need to guard anymore?"

She originally thought that the Knights of the Holy Spirit would go on a killing spree, but things changed beyond her expectation.

"We don't have anything to do here." Murong Yuan said indifferently.

The woman stopped talking, raised her hand and pressed the communication button of the Bluetooth headset, and began to give orders to her boss.

Where they left, Demon God Diosotto appeared, facing the forbidden area across a disconnected abyss.

In fact, this great lord has always been there, blending with the air, always observing every move of the Forgotten City.

The reason why he didn't take action to deal with these holy spirit knights was probably because he had no time to take care of it. The real threat to him was in the taboo area.

As soon as he thought of the black dragon and the red snake being beheaded easily, Diosotto's fingers tightened involuntarily.

The magic derivatives that inherit the power of the demon god are so fragile in front of another kind of absolute powerhouse that they are vulnerable to a single blow.

Diosotto thought of his resurrected self, what chance would he have of winning against Michael?

As the defeated general of Black Yahweh, can he defeat the heirs raised by Black Yahweh?This is probably also the delusion of the Demon God himself.

The icy thread is like hundreds of millions of silver needles covering the sky, covering the Forgotten City.

Diosotto stands silently in the misty world.

After 3 minutes passed, the gaze that was staring at the taboo area moved away, and the Demon God turned his body to prepare to walk back.

"Aren't you going to wait for me?"

An exciting voice sounded, calling the mighty figure who was about to leave in time.

"I thought you ran away in despair."

The demon god who had just turned sideways stood upright again, his red pupils as sharp as a hawk stared at the opposite side of the abyss.

Across the abyss distance of 52 meters, a dark blue figure stood on the edge of the cliff, with dazzling golden eyes and long golden hair blowing in the wind.

"I didn't see you in the taboo area, so I thought you ran away."

Michael returned the demon god's taunt without change, with a hint of provocation.

As expected of the warlike Diosotto, the flames burst from his right hand to his wrist with a "puchi".

On the opposite side of his abyss, where the never-dissipating golden light and mist filled the place, there was no less elegant figure standing, and the holy sword of light gradually emerged in form in his right hand.

The demon god clenched his fingers tightly, and the burning flames suddenly engulfed the entire arm.

The strange tattoo on the imprinted arm produced signs of pulsation, which slowly spread like spider silk, causing the flames to accelerate.

"I have long wanted to learn how powerful the heirs that Black Yahweh has cultivated are."

The flaming arms clenched into fists, and the fists hit each other. The arrogance exploded from between the colliding fists, releasing winding sparks and splashing.

In just a short while, the sparks spread out in the shape of a stream of fire, spreading rapidly in a smooth curve, and distributed into a circle with a diameter of more than 50 meters long, besieging Michael who was standing on the opposite side of the abyss.

The flames of the circle of fire were violent, illuminating the dilapidated surroundings, casting bright red light and shadows from the ground, like monsters with teeth and claws dancing a bewitching dance, with an indescribably mysterious and silent image.

Michael, who was motionless, rose into the air, raised his hand holding the sword, and a beam of sword light pierced the air from top to bottom, and then swept across with a surging momentum.

The cold wind howled, perhaps because the sound was too sad, it stranded the figures on the border of the Forgotten City.

Murong Yuan looked back at the place where the light was shining, and frowned subconsciously.

"This is a battle between two strong men exuding different auras! Shall we go back?"

The woman who always followed him couldn't help asking.

"The giant of fire and the mysterious guardian of cold silence..." Murong Yuan, who was talking to himself, understood the changes in the situation, but did not continue.

The woman looked at his side face that seemed to be in deep thought, not understanding what he was thinking.

"We don't have to get involved in their battles."

Hearing this, there was a flash of surprise on the woman's face, and her puzzled expression seemed to say - could she just stay out of it like this?

"Linglong chooses, leaving ten people to investigate."

"Yes!"

The woman named Linglong took the order to make a list of members from hundreds of Holy Spirit Knights.

When she called out the name of the sixth person, Murong Yuan's distant figure walked into the open iron gate and hid in the pure white world.

Linglong paused for a few seconds, staring at the place where her boss disappeared, and lost her mind until the sudden vibration of the ground woke her up.

This kind of vibration swayed a few times and then stopped. It was not rumored that the two sides were fighting in the place of death, but the earthquake outside the Iron City penetrated into the Forgotten City.

Could it be that the black dragon and red snake have been resurrected again?
After counting the ten lists, seeing them rushing to different places, Linglong took the other members and withdrew to the outside world without delay.

The border area at this time is different from the past guarded by the corps dispatched by the city lord, and the observation posts planted around the entire steel city are desolate and empty.

The wind and rain blew the land covering an area of ​​about 2 square kilometers, showing barrenness and desolation.

In the distance lies a blackened roof ridge deep in fire, where wind, thunder and lightning intersect, and the roar of war rang out in the sky.

The shock caused spread to the outside of Iron City, attracting the attention of the cold and silent people in the Wind Valley area.

The eyes of the dark eyes were condensed, and there was a solemn and murderous air in them.

Muchel shuddered at the desolate chill that emanated from his body, and felt that since the birth of the Shenyuan magic circle, he had become more and more silent after a series of accidents.

Resisting the trembling, Muchel created topics to relieve the depressing atmosphere.

"When the Maharaja was born, the Demon God Diosotto died. This is the first time that they have had such a formal battle."

Seeing no response from Leng Ji, Goddess of Time suddenly felt frustrated, and sighed for the indifference of the handsome young man in front of her.

"Whether you win or lose, you can only see the outcome after the battle is over."

Muchel's words revealed a certain truth—the disparity in power between the Lord of Light and the Demon God Diosotto was beyond words.

Leng Ji's slightly sideways face turned to the right angle, his eyes fixed on the Forgotten City turned to the reverse cross, and he quietly looked up to the sky from below, his abyss-like eyes were filled with endless darkness.

"How long will your seal last?"

The shadow of the huge inverted cross was projected on his face, imprinted with the forms of dragons and snakes.

Facing the silent back that didn't move at all, Muchel followed the place where the back was staring at, and raised his head to look at the divine origin magic circle high above.

(End of this chapter)