I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 434 – the True Meaning Of the Mythical Grade (2)

“Flying light and flying light, persuade you to have a cup of wine…”

Vaguely, a chant sounded in his ears.

“I don't know how high the sky is, how thick the yellow soil is…”

“Only when the moon is cold and the sun is warm, come and fry my life…”

Li Shouyi stood on the tall building of the Luming Villa, looking up at the sky.

“Li He's 'bitter day are short'!” He thought.

The rain above his head gradually changed color under the moonlight.

In the rain, the moonlight interweaved like gold and silver threads.

The strings were like olives, falling straight down into the vast sky.

“Imperial pulp!” Li Shouyi bowed to the rain.

The rain was warm, like a treasure.

It was imperial pulp!

Not only that!

He also saw that the shooting star that was trailing in the sky and falling to the northwest gradually became illusory.

It kept falling.

It slowly turned into countless streams of light and fell to the northwest!

Li Shouyi knew the origin of the imperial pulp.

It came from the Kunlun Mountains!

It was the blessing of the torn Kunlun Mountains to this world.

It was also the gift of the Immortal God who had been dead for countless years to this world.

The streams of light fell to the west, like thousands of flowers blooming in the northern wind night and the stars falling like rain.

Li Shouyi knew that just now, the world had gone from the edge of destruction to the edge of destruction!

He lightly tapped his feet and floated toward the buildings in the distance.

The leisurely drumming echoed in his ears.

A low, clear voice echoed in the air.

“Bear-eating is fat, frog-eating is thin…”

Inside and outside the hall, everything was intact.

Everyone in the dance hall was unharmed.

“Where is the Divine Lord? Atsushi Akira?”

Countless golden threads flowed like flowing water.

It was like flowing water that was about to rush to the sea.

“The east of the sky is like a tree and below it is a torch dragon…”

The flowing golden threads chanted as if they were alive. They meandered, curled and coupled…

Thus, a magnificent scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The divine tree swayed and stood alone.

The true dragon held the candle light and swam under it.

It was as if it was in front of their eyes, like a mirage, reflecting the ancient era, the east of the sky and the scenery under the Fusang tree at the bottom of the Earth.

“I will slay the dragon's feet and chew the dragon's meat!”

Suddenly, the chanting became louder.

It was like the morning bell and the evening drum, shocking the hearts of people.

It was also like a warning to the world, enlightening them.

It made people suddenly realize all the mistakes they had made in their lives, all the mistakes they had done.

One by one, they came to their minds.

However, they were vague and unpredictable!

“This is…” someone finally came to their senses, “A mighty figure is preaching and explaining to us!”

“This is a great opportunity!”

“We must not miss it!”

“Quickly focus and hold your breath. Empty your mind!”

As he spoke, almost everyone had already sat down cross-legged.

Even many ordinary people in Luming Hall could feel a faint heat wave in their bodies. There seemed to be a warm current surging through their meridians.

No matter how stupid they were, they understood.

They all sat down cross-legged, either ignorant or smart and began meditating to guide the warm current and heat wave.

Golden threads swam around the hall.

All sorts of magnificent scenes were vivid and lifelike.

Chiba Michiko also sat down cross-legged.

A few golden threads slowly fell around her body and sank into her skin.

The warmth was like a spring breeze blowing in her heart.

Her limbs and bones were filled with waves of heat.

In just an instant, the aura on Chiba Michiko's body rose.

In the next second, she stepped into the rank of lieutenant colonel!

She broke through in an instant!

Chiba Michiko was extremely excited.

The chanting by her ears continued.

“Make it impossible for her to return in the morning and impossible for her to fall at night…”

“Of course, if the old man doesn't die, the young won't cry…”

“What is it to consume gold and white jade?”

In the hall, the divine tree made of golden threads had already collapsed. The divine dragon under the tree had been beheaded and dismembered.

The dragon's blood and flesh were dismembered piece by piece.

Then, the dragon's blood and flesh washed over everyone like a drizzle.

Under the illumination of the divine dragon's flesh and blood, everyone in the hall was undergoing a miraculous transformation.

Mortals were transcendent being, while transcendents were gradually gaining a trace of divinity.

The most obvious one was none other than Chiba Michiko.

A pink mark appeared faintly on Fusang girl's forehead.

The fox tail on her body slowly became fluffy.

Golden threads continuously seeped into her skin.

By her ears, the chanting gradually faded.

“Who looks like Young Master Ren, riding on a jade donkey in the clouds!”

Chiba Michiko suddenly opened her eyes.

Her beautiful eyes were flowing with color and her skin had a faint fragrance that was like the fragrance of orchids and musk.

Just one sniff would cause one's mind to waver!

The tail behind her shook quietly.

It wasn't a fox tail at all!

At this moment, Chiba Michiko finally understood her bloodline.

Chenghuang!

She was Chenghuang's cub!

And now, she had finally awakened this bloodline that had slept for countless generations.

It was a bloodline that came from the ancient times!

“Liu Che's mausoleum is too stagnant, Ying Zhengzi's coffin and abalone…”

The chanting in her ears finally died down.

The golden threads vanished without a trace.

In the hall, there was no divine tree, no divine dragon and no feast!

But, Chiba Michiko had already recognized who the singing person was?

“Young Master Ling!” She said excitedly in her heart, “It's Young Master Ling!”

“Liu Che's mausoleum is too stagnant, Ying Zhengzi's coffin and abalone…”

Li Shouyi landed in the parking lot in front of the Luming Hall.

The singing and drumming in his ears gradually faded into nothing.

The imperial pulp that fell from the sky disappeared.

In the sky, only heavy rain was falling.

Li Shouyi raised his head and looked at the sky where the abnormal phenomenon had disappeared.

He knew…

This time, the Federal Empire owed that person a great favor!

This imperial pulp covered the entire imperial capital!

In the coming year, the number of transcendent being among the newborns in the imperial capital would increase dramatically!

Furthermore, their talents would all be very good!

In fact…

There were even quite a few who would have extraordinary talents.

Even the current imperial capital would probably benefit greatly.

After tonight, all sorts of heavenly and earthly treasures would appear in various parts of the imperial capital.

It would not be easy to return such a huge favor!

More importantly…

Li Shouyi knew that the Federal Empire would have more things to ask of him.

So…

He stopped at the entrance of the Luming Hall and didn't take another step forward.

Even though he could faintly sense that the main hall of the Luming Hall was right in front of him.

The will of a God was returning!

In the Luming Hall.

Chiba Michiko suddenly looked at the Polish Prince in the hall.

Her brows were tightly furrowed.

Soon, everyone noticed Ludwig because, at this moment, the Polish Prince had become extremely strange.

He prostrated on the ground and didn't make a sound.

His entire body was curled up like a dog.

His four limbs touched the ground and his head was lowered.

If that was all, perhaps no one would care but the clothes on his body were tearing apart bit by bit.

Something seemed to be drilling out from the flesh under his skin.

Silver moonlight shone from under his skin.

The entire hall was reflected white.

It was as if it was covered in frost.

“Your Highness…” a few of Ludwig's followers rushed forward, wanting to investigate.

“Sinner!” Ludwig's head, which was lowered, suddenly let out a cold shout. He was emotionless like a machine as he coldly berated, “Don't blaspheme my sacred body!”

His four limbs slowly began to twist.

Gradually, the two sides of his limbs began to slowly couple together.

Silver shining wheels appeared in front of him.

At this moment, Ludwig's entire body suddenly changed shape.

He turned into a war chariot that was surrounded by silver moonlight.

Hundreds of sacred wings grew out of the war chariot. On the golden wings, there were faint hymns.

Countless eyes, golden eyes, grew out from the front, back, left and right of the war chariot.

“Mortals!” Those countless eyes looked at everyone in the hall.

There was no emotion in those golden eyes.

“Kneel!” The war chariot roared and the moonlight under the wheels stirred up countless spiritual light.

“Kneel before the Divine Ahari!”

“Kneel before the supreme God!”

“Pray!”

“Lambs!”

“In front of you is…”

“The Wheel of the eternal Lord… The Wheel of the Moon…”

“Gatekeeper of the Kingdom of Heaven!”

In the hundreds of golden wings, hymns were faintly sung.

“Our Father in heaven… may everyone honor your name as Holy…”

Latin, Polish, Faran, Francois…

All languages praised him.

The awakened Archangel, the Wheel of the Moon, the Left Eye of God.

He stood proudly in the air.

Two wheels rolled, golden wings and chants.

Dong… dong… dong..

In the Cathedral of the Papal States, the bell on the bell tower suddenly rang.

The cardinals who were worshipping raised their heads and looked at the Pope who was preaching.

The Patriarch of God on Earth.

The old Pope picked up the scripture in his hand.

He said devoutly and fervently, “Praise, lambs of the Lord!”

“Because the messenger of the Lord, The Guardian of the third day, the Left Eye and Wheel of the Lord, the messenger of the Moon, has come!”

So, he drew a cross, “Lord! May your kingdom come… may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven…”

“Amen!”

All the priests started to pray, “May your kingdom come… May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven… Amen!”

The Church of Bone.

On the Holy Throne, the holy six-winged Angel was floating in the air.

His blurry holy face was hidden in the milky white holy light.

Behind him, the gate of Heaven seemed to be slowly opening.

Blazing white holy light and holy hymns were faintly overflowing from it.

All the priests were already prostrating on the ground.

They started to pray.

“I know I'm a sinner and I need your forgiveness…”

In the midst of his prayers, the King of Angels raised his scepter.

In the scepter, holy light flowed like water.

He looked at a gem inlaid on the scepter.

A gem from the Kingdom of Heaven.

The core of Ahari!

Through it, the King of Angels saw the silver wheels rose into the air and the golden wings spread.

“Ahari… is awake?” He thought.

But…

This didn't seem to be part of the plan.

He shouldn't have woken up so quickly…

Because..

He hadn't gotten the core yet!

Without the core…

Without the core, it meant that he would fall.

Then, from his body, heretics would be born!

Thinking of heretics, the King of Angels suddenly felt uneasy.

Ling Ping'an looked at the people who were intoxicated by his music.

He suddenly remembered.

“I remember… I promised Chiba Michiko…”

“I seem to have wasted a lot of time here…”

“Let's go find Thousand Night Sauce!”

And so, he disappeared like a phantom.

In the next moment, he appeared in a magnificent hall.

He raised his eyes and looked forward. He saw a shining silver chariot that was filled with the aura of futuristic sci-fi, but it was extremely retro. It floated in the air of the hall.

Golden eyes drilled out from the body of the chariot.

In the chariot, there seemed to be a mechanical voice saying coldly.

“Mortals!”

“Kneel!”

“Kneel before the sacred Ahari!”

“Kneel before the supreme God!”

“Pray!”

“Lambs!”

“In front of you is the Wheel of the eternal Lord, the Wheel of the Moon…”

“The Gatekeeper of Heaven!”

The wheels rolled and they were aggressive.

Ling Ping'an frowned.

“Kneel?” He was puzzled, “Who are you asking to kneel?”

“Supreme?”

“Who authorized you to use such a word?”

“Supreme…” the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, “This is a word that only I can use!”

He instinctively felt that using 'supreme' in front of him was a slap to his face!

It was even a lie in public!

After all, there was an ant in the ant nest who said that he was very strong and invincible in the world.

The ants were trembling in fear.

But if humans heard it, they would only laugh at it!

Can you beat a hair on my head?

Come, I would use a fingernail to compete with you!

That was how he felt right now.

So, he narrowed his eyes.

“Well…” he looked at the floating chariot and suddenly laughed, “I thought it was something?”

“So it's a pitiful worm…”

The Archangel, the Wheel of the Moon, Ahari, was floating in the air.

The surging divine might was like a mountain or a prison, pressing down on people so much that they could not raise their heads.

Everyone felt an inexplicable palpitation in their hearts. They could not help but have the thought of worshipping, kneeling and repentance.

This was an impulse that came from instinct.

It was an impulse to face a superior.

It was an impulse written in the genes and engraved in the soul.

At this moment, a sneer came from a corner.

“I thought it was something?”

The man wearing a mask walked out from the shadows.

He casually commented and mocked, “So it's a pitiful worm!”

Before the Wheel of the Moon, in front of this awakened Angel, this man was relaxed and had no pressure at all.

He treated this angel as if he was nothing!

“What did you say?!”

Within the Wheel of the Moon, divine might surged!

Within the hundreds of wings, countless angry shouts came rolling over.

“Kneel!”

“Kneel!”

“Kneel!”

However, that person did not seem to hear it as he casually twisted his neck.

“I said…” he slowly walked forward and stretched out his hand.

It was the hand of an ordinary adult man that was as white as jade.

This hand was ordinary and did not have any power.

However, when he extended his hand…

It blotted out the sky and covered the sun.

That majestic and insufferably arrogant Angel was like a helpless firefly as it was gently held by this hand.

That was right!

In everyone's eyes, the man wearing the mask only gently extended his hand.

There was no change to the hand, nor did it have any psionic power.

It was just a gentle grip, just like in journey to the West, when Buddha opened his palm.

In everyone's eyes, the angel floating in the air was gently held by this hand.

The originally awe-inspiring Angel seat had become a small toy with wheels in his hand.

“I've already said it… you're a pitiful worm!” The man under the mask chuckled, “You still don't believe me!”

With a gentle toss of his hand, the silver chariot in his palm was thrown out and smashed onto the floor.

The chariot was smashed into pieces.

One by one, the golden parts scattered.

Gears and rivets rolled on the floor.

“What's going on?” The people were shocked.

“A seated angel… it's actually a pile of parts…”

“A machine?”

“A machine of the religion of the Cross!”

This fact was hard for people to calm down.

But when they thought about it carefully, it seemed to be understandable.

In the legends of the religion of the cross, the angels of the thrones were originally material, not pure spiritual.

Most importantly… what they were called.

The angels of the thrones.

The Wheel of God, the Eye of God.

This in itself implied their status.

It was a tool, a machine.

Just like the cars, airplanes, ships, surveillance, satellites that humans invented and created…

However, the man wearing a face mask laughed.

He asked those scattered parts playfully, “Hey! Now you know what I said is right?”

“You poor unlucky guy!”

People looked at those scattered parts on the ground.

Under the gazes of the people, these parts slowly dissolved and turned into puddles of silver jelly-like things.

Then, these things slowly squirmed and slowly pieced together.

Finally, a silver figure appeared in front of the people.

He looked around blankly.

Then, he lowered his head and looked at his body.

A bull's horn grew out of his forehead.

A green beard grew out of his chin.

His face slowly aged.

Then, he knelt down.

He knelt down to the man wearing the mask.

“Child of the storm… Guardian of the moon and time… Protector of all Ur…”

“Nana pays his respects to you!”

“Thank you for freeing me from eternal slavery and imprison!”

“Nana!?” Li Gong seemed to have thought of something.

“Sumerian's Moon God, the God of Prophecy?”

“The son of the highest God, the God of storms, the father of the Sun God, Utu, and the Nether King, Negar?”

The silver old man listened and felt extremely ashamed.

“That was a long time ago…”

“I didn't expect that there would still be people in the human world who remembered me…”

He smiled wryly as he spoke and everyone was shocked beyond words!

How could the Cross Sect's Archangel, Ahari of the Wheel of the Moon, be Sumerian's Moon God?

What was going on?

But…

In the hearts of people of a higher rank like Li Gong…

They vaguely knew something.

“Mythical grade invasion…”

“Mythical grade coverage…”

“Is this the truth?”

“How cruel is the truth behind this?!”

The vanquished didn't just die.

And made into objects.

Just like the ancient human tribes did with the vanquished.

Turning the bodies of the losers into wine.

To humiliate, enslave and torment him for eternity.

Chapter end