my god is from hell

Under the gloomy sky, the dark world is quiet and stable. The gods float in mid-air in the state of souls, calling to and fro, with peaceful expressions.

"Since Violent Maniac left, how reassuring and happy the Dark Realm is."

A black soul with a hunched back and eyelids languidly drifted across the dead tree, and his tone was brimming with happiness and satisfaction, almost melting in this serenity.

"That's right, so happy that God is almost bored."

Another ball of black ink rolled wantonly on the dry land, no longer having to worry about being grabbed by a violent maniac, the whole ball almost jumped up with joy.

"Indeed, a world without violent madness always feels like something is missing..."

A long-handed soul sitting under a tree playing cards with God sighed exaggeratedly and artificially, stood up and was about to stretch, but suddenly caught an ominous golden light out of the corner of his eye.

Gold, golden light?

"Am I dazzled? Is there a golden light flashing over the habitat of the God of Flood and Styx?"

The dark god who played cards with him also felt that something was wrong, put down the cards and turned into a human body, rose from the ground and hung in mid-air, concentrated his eyes and looked away——

The deity in white background, red edge and deep clothes floated up from the water of the Styx River. His long black hair was still dripping with drops of water. His dark gray eyes slowly opened, and his wet eyes penetrated endless space until he met He looked at each other.

"Bao, Bao, Bao..." The dark god who was staring at each other was so stunned that he couldn't speak, only the familiar smile on the other party's face could be seen.

"What is the riot? Did the water of the Styx River riot?"

His appetite was whetted by the long-tailed god, and he jumped up out of curiosity. After glancing at the god of floods and the Styx, the god froze for a moment, fled crazily, and said in a ferocious tone——

"Smash your head! Violence crazy ah ah ah ah!"

"What? What the hell? What madness?"

"Did the God of Fierce Disease just say some terrible words?"

"Run!"

The dark world was as restless as a vegetable market at [-] o'clock in the morning, with black souls flying around, and some gods with a general sense of direction even entangled themselves in the branches of trees in a panic, and their hands and feet stayed on the trees in anxiety.

The two gods who saw Yan Qing rising from the water of the Styx ran wildly without looking back, trying their best to save the poor fellow from death.

However, luck did not favor these two gods. Not long after they floated up, a cool and slightly scented figure of cistus came over curiously, keeping pace with them, wondering while floating: "What happened in the dark world?" Is something wrong? Why is everyone running around?"

The fierce god of disease, who was followed by his ear, turned his neck stiffly to the left, just as he saw Yan Qing's recognizable bewitching face, he immediately—

"Ahhh! Why are you so fast?!"

Yan Qing was puzzled by the question for a moment, pulled him back, and placed his white and cold fingers on the long hand of the God of Fierce Disease, like a spark falling on the skin.

The god of ferocious disease was shocked, his upper body almost separated from his lower body when he was running so fast, he barely stopped, and said with a mournful face, "Master Yan, Yanqing... When did you come back?"

"Didn't you see it? Just now." Yan Qing glanced at him contemptuously, and then asked, "You haven't told me, why are they running away?"

The fierce god glanced at him, slandering in his heart, "It's not all because the fierce god who has been missing for almost a year has returned." Bar……"

"Probably? Aren't you a dark god?" Yan Qing frowned, dissatisfied.

"Ah... oh, this... ah! That's right! Today is the day when the Dark Temple was built, and everyone should be there to watch the ceremony! Yes, that's it!"

The God of Fierce Illness racked his brains for a long time, and a flash of inspiration flashed, and he immediately introduced to Yan Qing with joy.

"The Temple of Darkness is completed?" Yan Qing lowered his eyes and frowned slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in his heart.

When he raised his head again, the God of Fierce Disease had already slipped away until only a shadow remained. Yan Qing glanced at it from a distance, but did not follow, but headed towards the dark temple.

Temple of Darkness.

This temple with 120 six pitch-black magic pillars was indeed completely rebuilt today. The God of Darkness shuttled through the boundless space in the temple, wearing the black-edged and red-lined robes newly enshrined by believers, looking beamingly at the majestic pillars around.

"Storm... coming... run..."

In front of the rough gate formed by the two main pillars, there was a faint noise. The God of Darkness shook his head and frowned. He walked out of the hall with a ruby ​​snake-shaped crutch, and said displeasedly, "What's the noise? Today is On the big day when the temple is built, I will pay my respects quietly!"

The God of Darkness finished roaring with half-closed eyes. Hearing the quiet voices around him, he nodded in satisfaction. He opened his eyes and was about to say a few more words. He found that there was nothing in front of him. There was only one person with flying black hair and dark gray eyes quietly looking at him— —

"!!!"

The God of Darkness stepped back subconsciously, protecting the pitch-black pillar that had been erected with great difficulty.

"Long time no see." Yan Qing greeted politely.

The God of Darkness looked slightly pale, with a gentle smile and a little inexplicable guilt: "You're back? Is the human world fun?"

Yan Qing didn't answer right away, but stared at the God of Darkness's guilty and wretched face for a while, and the God of Darkness almost bristled his hairs, and then said slowly:

"It's very fun. Whether it's the bright light bulbs running around, the polluters released from the dark world, or the god of flood and Styx running out of the light world, it's all very fun."

Starting from the "big light bulb", every time Yan Qing uttered a word, the God of Darkness couldn't help but tremble. look like.

"This...the human world is like this..." The God of Darkness replied hesitantly.

If it weren't for this dark world, even he wouldn't be able to run away, and the God of Darkness appointed him to run wildly like the dark gods who were watching the show.

"Really?" Yan Qing was unexpected, and after a light reply, he didn't delve into the inside, but changed the question, "So why did you send me down in the first place? You should know that dark gods are not welcome in the world. .”

The God of Darkness's eyes flickered: "This, this... is not unwelcome! Doesn't your envoy like you very much?"

When he said the last sentence, the words of the God of Darkness were so vague that the words could hardly be heard clearly, but fortunately he caught the key words: "So you know who I will be summoned, and you also know that my identity will not be concealed sooner or later— —but you still have to send me down."

Seeing that Yan Qing was so sensitive, the God of Darkness quickly shut his mouth, looked at the sky and the earth but did not look at Yan Qing, and resolutely refused to speak again, whimpering as if he had something in his mouth.

Yan Qing stared at him for a while, then suddenly looked away, looking at the 120 six pillars of the Dark Temple: "How many of them are Luo Luo's gods?"

"Almost..." Hearing this question that had nothing to do with polluters, the God of Darkness replied subconsciously. When he realized something, his face changed, and he quickly changed his mouth: "——Not a single one."

"Really?" Yan Qing glanced at him, her absent-minded eyes didn't seem to realize the bluntness of his tone, she moved her gaze back from the pillar, and said in a natural tone: "Help me reopen the passage."

"Oh...ah? You want to go back?"

Halfway through speaking, the God of Darkness quickly covered his mouth, wishing he could slap himself and tell you to talk too much!

Yan Qing didn't look at him at all, and didn't bother to care about another loophole in his words, and said lazily, "Yes, put it back where I came in."

"Why?" The God of Darkness struggled for a moment, and didn't bother to hide the fact that he could see the situation in the human world, "Didn't you be caught as a God of Darkness? Going back now is not throwing yourself into a trap, or I will pass you out Bar……"

Yan Qing let out a "huh" and squinted at the past: "If you have the ability, don't let me go down."

"That can't be done!" The God of Darkness subconsciously retorted loudly. Seeing Yan Qing's half-smile expression, he coughed twice as a cover-up, and his voice softened: "Your envoy is still waiting for you below, how can the gods abandon you?" What about believers? You say yes... Ha, ha ha..."

Yan Qing looked at him quietly.

The God of Darkness couldn't hold on anymore, waved his staff with a bitter face, and hesitated while opening the passage: "Is it really sent back to the original place? You are not a God of Darkness in the first place... It is difficult to escape without spiritual power supply..."

After all, he was the one who had seen the grown-up child since he was a child, and the God of Darkness still felt a little bit distressed. In that closed interrogation room, there was no way to communicate with the spiritual power of the envoy, and he would suffer if he went down.

Yan Qing suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were calm and indifferent: "Someone will take me out."

The God of Darkness caught a glimpse of that plain but determined gaze, and suddenly lost all words at that moment, and just opened the passage silently: "It's ok, go down to the original place."

Yan nodded in favor of him, and walked towards the beam of light without hesitation.

The God of Darkness's serpentine crutch suddenly lit up red, and blinked humanly, as if he was also watching the man walk into the light step by step.

"We didn't do anything wrong, right." The God of Darkness murmured to himself, not knowing who he was talking to.

The snake-shaped cane shone red, as if nodding in agreement.

Interrogation room.

Dozens of elite special forces in combat uniforms stood indoors with guns, and outside were five state-level angels with their hands hanging down naturally, ready to release magic spells at any time, their eyes seemed to gather at the place where Yan Qing left.

Farther away, several warships hovered in the sky, the noisy wind of bombers circling shuttled back and forth, and dozens of surface-to-surface missiles aimed at the military building where the interrogation room was located.

Two star envoys stood in the training ground, looking in the direction of the interrogation room without saying a word.

"Where's General Helian? Haven't you arrived yet?" The star envoy in the training ground stared at the direction where Yan Qing disappeared, urging into the headset with a cold tone.

"On the way, the estimated time is two minutes and 20 seconds." A dutiful report came from the headset.

"Why is it so slow? Are Helian's legs made of gold? It's so hard to hire?" The Star God Envoy frowned, showing dissatisfaction with Helianyu who insisted on forming a killing army. He felt that this person was quite arrogant and even opened the door of darkness. I don't care at all.

"...was haunted by a crazy envoy for a while." Probably the tone of the star envoy was too bad. in front of you.

"General Helian?"

"Wait here."

There was only a short and powerful order in the wind, and the man had no choice but to let the battleship hover in place, and watched General Helian use magic to hurry.

In the training ground outside the interrogation room.

The star envoy cut off the communication, frowned with displeasure, and looked towards the training room ahead, hoping that He Lianyu could arrive before the dark god came back.

Just when the star envoy was getting agitated, the companion beside him suddenly looked stern and grabbed his arm: "It's the breath of the Dark God Realm—"

Different from the warmth and warmth of the Light God Realm, the breath of the Dark God Realm is like a bottomless abyss. The endless feeling of falling is terrifying and also brings endless temptation. Those who fall will never come back to life.

"Is the weapon energy storage ready? Once there is a change, don't hesitate to directly—"

The star envoy's tone was rapid, and he almost realized that the death order was issued at that moment.

However, it was too late.

A black light that almost soaked the entire military headquarters spewed out from the interrogation room like a tide, covering everyone and weapons inside and outside the entire headquarters in an instant.

The virtual image of a god in white hangs high in the sky above the headquarters of the military region. His long hair moves without wind, and a corner of his clothes with red lines on the snow bottom is slightly raised. His pure and misty dark gray eyes look down indifferently, looking all over the world.

"This divine power is only temporary! Everyone! Set fire—"

It was at this time that He Lianyu rushed over with his magic, and the figure of the red armor appeared in the air, and the order was passed into everyone's ears in a smooth tone.

Before everyone had time to think about it, all kinds of weapons opened fire. The missiles carrying fiery flames and the white energy beams exploded at the same time. The deafening sound almost made everyone deaf, and the ground was covered with dust.

When the dust dissipated, everyone looked towards the interrogation room, where a scorched black pit that could not be repaired had been blasted out, but there was no trace of the dark god.

"Where are people? Why is there nothing in it?"

"Even if it is a divine body, there should be a process of dissipating, right?"

"Did we miss it?"

There was a lot of discussion outside the interrogation room.

He Lianyu also saw this scene. Unlike others, he clearly felt the power of magic.

And, seeing the figure of the magic caster——

"Li, Qi, Wu."

The face of the envoy with honey-colored eyes was covered with cold sweat, and he slowly withdrew his hands that had just performed the magic spell, but was pulled violently by Li Xiuyi, who was beside him in shock, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

He looked up and seemed to see He Lianyu, a mocking smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips.

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