Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

The solemn hall is composed of black crystals, and countless vast stars surround this vast and boundless realm, just like Eternal Night City, light has become a luxury here.

The young man held a long sword made of meteoric iron in his hand, the blade was translucent and sharp.

The silver armor was worn on him, reflecting the dazzling light slightly. Behind him was a long silver battle robe, with countless dark patterns flowing in it.

Floating stardust fell all over his body, like the messenger of moonlight, bringing a plain cold light.

Cheryl was wearing a black mask, quietly watching the young man who was walking towards him.

Joan was watching him too.

The god sat high on the floating throne, his long black hair fell down, almost blending into the surrounding darkness and void, with a little dark red at the tip of his hair, like blood dripping down.

The man was wearing a plain black robe, with almost no fancy decorations.

If it weren't for the stardust falling on it, such clothes would not even look particularly good with a noble god.

The other party's face was covered by the mask, and the other party's expression could not be seen clearly.But from his exposed fingertips, it can be seen that the man's skin is a bit too fair, compared with the thick darkness, it can even be regarded as pale.

A huge white giant clock was floating in the void, quietly watching all this as the strictest judge.

"As a god, do you know what happened in the human world?"

Cheryl stared at him indifferently, but didn't reply.

I thought casually in my heart: I have grown a lot taller.

"Life is in charcoal, everything is powder, what qualifications do you have to be this god?!"

I don't want to either.

"You do it."

This should be a very fierce battle, both of them are powerful enough to overwhelm all living beings, and the energy storm can even shatter the entire God Realm into nothingness.

But it was uncannily silent from start to finish.

The angry hero came with the wishes of his lover, teacher and people, with a surging will to fight and the courage not to be afraid of sacrifice.

The gods who were fighting just sat quietly on the altar, without even the slightest intention of fighting or resisting.

So when such a sharp sword easily pierced the heart of the god, the hero who has always been invincible was a little stunned.

On the god's slender and clean finger, the only decoration, the silver ring tirelessly emits a blue shimmer, nourishing the god's body like it has been for a hundred years.

But the broken heart in an instant almost took away all the life energy of that person, no matter how hard the blue light tried, it couldn't heal such a huge wound.

Cheryl said lightly in his heart: I'm tired, Uslet.

The blue light seemed to pause for a moment, and continued to transport energy unwillingly, with the momentum of not giving up until it was exhausted.

Cheryl ignored it and turned his gaze to the stunned young man in front of him.

He saw his appearance through the eyes of the other party - due to the collapse of divine power, the hair that had been dyed black turned back into silver hair again.

Three thousand silver hairs fell down smoothly, looking extra soft in the dim God Realm, surrounded by thousands of stars, exuding a hazy halo.

Joan's eyes were almost rounded, full of astonishment and disbelief.He still held the sharp sword in his hand, and the point of the sword pierced the heart of the god.

There should be blood spreading out, but because of the black robe, there is hardly a trace of blood.

During these 100 years, Cheryl has become accustomed to constant pain and maddening silence.

At the moment when his heart was pierced, he actually didn't feel that much pain.The pain entangled in his body and attached to his soul even disappeared in that instant.

His body has never been so comfortable and relaxed. Even if the bone-chilling coldness spreads to his whole body, even if the endless darkness almost submerges him, he still feels that the feeling of death is not bad.

Cheryl pursed his lips, with a relieved smile on his face, and his voice was almost inaudible to the stunned young man in front of him: "You should have come earlier..."

Come kill me early.

The huge white bell made a dull sound, and the sound from ancient times made the soul almost tremble.

With the ringing of the bell, the dull and dark hall was replaced with new colors.

The ink-like black crystal was replaced by a large piece of white marble, and the endless dark night stars dissipated like the wind, replaced by countless clouds, and a sun with hope stood quietly at the end of the clouds, as if It was there thousands of years ago.

Golden laurel climbed slowly up the pillars of the temple, and silver flowers bloomed among the vines.

Countless birds were chirping, white spirit rabbits were playing among the clouds, all kinds of strange plants were growing among the clouds, and a silver waterfall was rushing down from the distant void, making the sound of rushing water.

When the last seed cry disappeared, the new God Realm fully revealed its vibrant appearance.

All creatures are celebrating the birth of the new god, a scene of joy and joy of all things.

And amidst the vitality, the corpse in a black robe lay quietly on the throne surrounded by golden laurel. The laurel wrapped around his long silver hair, and the golden light shone over him, as if he had fallen asleep.

Looking at the silver hair entwined with laurel, Joan felt suffocated for some reason.

Unprecedented panic and fear welled up in his heart, leaving his mind blank.

With trembling hands, he let go of the sharp sword, and gently stroked the black mask.The delicate and cold touch came from the fingertips, and he almost trembled from the cold:

——He knew that it was the coldness of death.

Joan stared at the mask, as if trying to see the man's face clearly through the mask.

The trembling fingertips gently untied the rope behind the opponent's head, as if afraid of alarming something, slowly removed the mask.

When the opponent's eyebrows were about to be revealed, another hand suddenly came in and grabbed Joan's wrist, preventing him from moving.

"Since he's wearing a mask, he just doesn't want to be seen by you."

"You can do what he wants."

"teacher."

The visitor also had smooth long silver hair, but compared with Cheryl, this silver hair was closer to the old man's white hair.

A pair of silver feather-like ornaments passed from his hair to his eyes, covering his eyebrows and eyes.

He was wearing a solemn white robe, with silver bird wings adorning the robe, making him look extraordinarily holy.

This person is the former His Majesty the Pope and Joan's teacher - Roy.

Roy looked down at the corpse on the throne, moved his fingers slightly, and the dazzling sharp sword instantly turned into dust and disappeared completely.

"Thank you, my child."

Then he bent down slightly, hugged Sherrill's body horizontally, his movements were gentle and gentle, as if caring for a child who didn't understand anything, and walked towards the outside of the temple.

"Teacher! Where are you taking him?!"

"He probably didn't like being in the temple very much. I buried him with my love."

"What's the meaning?"

"In my life, I have accepted three students. All three students are very talented."

"The third student is the present god."

"The second student once wanted to destroy the world."

"The first student...he is my most beloved child."

——But I personally arranged for his death.

On the day Cheryl was born, His Majesty the Pope personally washed his body.He taught Cheryl to read and write, to speak, to teach Cheryl to practice swords, and to study.

When the child was born, it was soft and small, as if it had been accidentally smashed to pieces.

Later, he became a very outstanding young man, all the sunshine was born for him, and all the smiles and warmth were surrounded by him.

This is the most excellent and perfect work carved out by Roy himself.

It is also his most beloved treasure.

When Roy was young, he met a very gentle young man, and they fell in love soon.

They traveled around the world, saw the most spectacular sunset, saw the most gentle river, heard the most beautiful story, and listened to the most beautiful singing.

They have been happy and happy.

Roy's lover is an excellent seer, but Roy doesn't know it.

One day, Roy was locked in a room by his lover, and when he finally came out, he found his lover's severed head in a remote pavilion, and the bloody corpse was being eaten by countless crows.

The one who killed his lover was a nameless half-breed.

The mixed-race student who admired him tried his best to get close to Cheryl, and used secret techniques to modify everyone's memory.

In order to prevent the prophet from revealing his identity, he cut off the prophet's head without hesitation and let the crows peck at the opponent's body.

—A very ridiculous and absurd reason.

His Majesty the Pope looked at Cheryl's sunny and ignorant smiling face, and felt hatred for the first time.

The rough jade he carved himself, because he was too naive to save the devil, killed his lifelong lover.

So he planned a conspiracy that lasted ten thousand years.

Sherrill fell into the devil, being cast aside by the world is only the first step.

Cheryl loves, must die.

Those who love Sheryl will suffer heart-pounding pain.

Cheryl was doomed to be lonely, doomed to pain.

Sherrill was once poisoned for zero reason, and even with repairs, this poison could not be completely eradicated.

Joan's sword was also coated with his own secret medicine by Roy. When the medicine entered Sherrill's blood, it would echo the poison buried deep in the bottom. With more rings, it is impossible to save Cheryl's life.

Roy was involved in all of Cheryl's life, almost out of sight.

It was he who made Samuel black on purpose.

It was also he who intentionally bred Joan who was strong enough to kill Sherrill.

He had three students, but the only one he really loved was Cheryl.

When the death appeared on Cheryl, the conspiracy that had been laid out for nearly ten thousand years finally came to an end.

Luo Yi hugged Cheryl horizontally and led him away from the God Realm.

Joan leaned against the wall in a daze, feeling lost in her heart.

He became a god.

But he stood now but just wanted to cry cowardly.