Chapter 101 The Son of the Fallen Evil God

"God of Light, please forgive my sins! I just accidentally hurt a few pariahs by riding a horse in the city. Who knew they were so fragile that they could die with just a fever?"

"God of Light is above, I don't want my wet nurse Melia to leave, especially my child still needs milk. Her son just died not long ago, which is a good material for a wet nurse."

"There are often weird noises in Earl Lyle's manor, God of Light blesses him, he shouldn't touch anything that shouldn't be touched, right? I'm really afraid of these lunatics who believe in fallen evil gods. Not long ago, the capital tragedy killed so many civilians. The other nobles are not panic at all, I really don't understand..."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaodong finally stopped answering expressionlessly, "God of Light bless you".

He straightened up slightly and asked with interest, "Sir, where do you live?"

"Xicheng District," the man replied with a sigh, Xicheng District is the most chaotic and poorest area in the capital, and only the destitute nobles would choose to live there, "The farthest place from the church, the afterglow of the God of Light is always there. People who can't shine there, I..." Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized that the person who was talking to him was the Holy Son of the church, and stammered, "I, I didn't mean that, my belief in the God of Light is Absolutely loyal!"

"Please don't be nervous, Mr. Michael, I have no doubts about your belief in the gods." The son's voice came from behind the heavy curtain, making Michael's tense body unconsciously relax a little, and resumed the process. Back in the seat.

"Can you tell me in detail what happened at Earl Lyle's Manor?"

Lin Xiaodong tried to use the so-called "magic power" in this body through the curtain, poured a glass of water for Michael, and soon got a flattered thank you from the man.

"It's the way it is," after drank the cup of "holy water", Michael felt that his whole body was full of strength, and his voice became more energetic, "My family's territory is in Earl Lyle. Next to it, it's a neighbor. But recently, all the roosters raised in the family died inexplicably overnight, and the culprit could not be found, and the farmers hired by the family had dug out black sludge when they reclaimed the farmland..."

He talked nonstop, and Lin Xiaodong's brows gradually tightened behind the curtain.

The mass death of roosters may have been caused by poisoning by enemies, and black sludge was found in the reclaimed farmland. Why does it sound like an oil mine?

It would be too far-fetched to take these as evidence that Earl Lyle had an affair with the fallen evil god.

But Lin Xiaodong also knows that people in this world are ruled by religion, and there are too many cases to judge a person's guilt just by relying on "signs", so he can't say anything, he can only appease Michael first. Let him go back with a bottle of holy water to see if anything else weird happens. If there is, then report back to the church.

"Thank you, Your Highness, Holy Son! Thank you God of Light!" Michael left with great gratitude.

This is also the first confessor to thank him. It has to be said that although Michael has a low status and is despised by most nobles in the capital, talking with him is the only thing that Lin Xiaodong feels happy about today.

The confession time was only two hours. When he left the dark room, Lin Xiaodong squinted his eyes because of the sky light outside. this idea.

There are too many rules in the church. If you are a newcomer, it is better to abide by them first.

He was thinking about what Michael said about the "Tragedy in the Royal Capital", and was going to go to the library later to find out if there were any relevant records, but a servant of the gods had already walked over and said respectfully, "Lord Holy Son, come to worship God. time."

Lin Xiaodong didn't know what it meant to worship God. The information provided to him by the world system was pitiful. Being in the base camp of the Church of Light, he didn't dare to call the system again for fear of being discovered. So I just nodded randomly and followed him forward.

The servant of God took him to a spacious room, where a large bath with a diameter of about three meters was built with white jade masonry.

Lin Xiaodong was stunned as he watched a group of god servants pour buckets of milk into them, sprinkled a layer of precious petals and gold powder, and swallowed his saliva silently.

This... Shouldn't it be asking him to take a bath?

"Master Holy Son, please take a bath." After pouring out about a few dozen buckets of milk, the servants of God lined up and stood in line, and the leader said to him solemnly.

really!

Even in modern times, bathing with so much milk is a bit inhumane, at least Lin Xiaodong can't accept such a waste. However, in this unreasonable world of gods, he could only freeze his body and let those god servants take off his clothes one by one.

The blond and slender youth was naked/naked, covered in pure white silk, and stood barefoot on the icy floor tiles, shivering slightly from the chill in the air.

Like a lamb sacrificed to the gods, he was held by a tall god servant and sent into the bath of milky white liquid.

In front of him is a statue of the God of Light. The God of Light in this world looks in people's minds as a middle-aged man with a white hood and blond skin - at the same time, this is also the reason why the nobles Proud look.

With his back facing the colored glazed windows, the God of Light sits high on the throne, holding authority in his left hand and a laurel wreath in his right hand-the one that Lin Xiaodong wore on his head. There was no compassion and generosity in his eyes, only the indifference and divinity of the aloof. His eyes without sadness and joy just stared at the bathtub below, as if he was looking at the sacrifices presented by the believers.

Lin Xiaodong was shivering in the bathtub.

This milk is not hot, and silk can't stop the chill from the outside world. However, to his despair, those divine servants not only had no intention of letting him out, but also knelt on the floor tiles and began to sing hymns!

"The earth is bright, the filth is gone..."

"The Son of God, bless all beings..."

Along with the chants of the believers, Lin Xiaodong was shocked to find that the bathtub under him actually glowed with white light!

But obviously, those divine servants were even more shocked than him, and there were some extremely fanatical ones who looked like they were about to faint. But even so, they did not forget to continue singing, and even their voices became louder and louder-

With an extreme white light, Lin Xiaodong's world suddenly plunged into darkness.

What's going on here?

He held his breath, touched around, and found that he could not touch anything. This situation is very similar to the state where the system takes him into the void space after each world mission ends, but at least there is still light at that time.

Could it be that this is the "temple" where the God of Light is located?

Lin Xiaodong remembered the "Bright Book of Light" he had roughly read before, and a possible guess appeared in his mind.

But it is very strange, since it is the god of light, why does the location of the temple seem to be dark?

He couldn't figure it out, so he thought to leave it alone, let's talk about acting first.

The holy son Lynn of this period was still a very devout follower of the Light God Cult, and his piety was not much worse than those of the fanatical believers in the church.

After the initial brief panic, the blond youth quickly calmed down and asked softly in the dark:

"My God, is that you?"

Seeing that he didn't get a response for a long time, he knelt down on the cold ground to himself, folded his hands, and closed his eyes to pray.

In the process of praying, the young man's eyelashes trembled lightly, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips. His graceful and graceful face seemed extremely beautiful and peaceful in the boundless darkness.

It seems that for him, being able to pray to his gods is a very happy thing.

The existence hidden in the darkness let out a silent sneer.

As if mocking, the darkness around the blond youth suddenly surged, turning into a viscous and cold liquid, which quickly wrapped around the youth's limbs, in stark contrast to the fair and delicate skin of the Holy Son like milk.

"My God...?"

The Holy Son opened his eyes in panic, and when he saw the sticky texture on his body, he saw the stickiness on his body. Heng bumps into the locust, the twilight remonstrance, Cheng Han, Kaoshiki, Wei Shao, Huan Ying, Quail, and Zhenyou "stunned twilight remonstrance. / circle.

White and black, light and darkness, evil and holiness form a strong impact on the eyeball, which makes the initiator of all this very satisfied.

"It's beautiful." The evil god raised the corners of his lips and said softly.

But under the abyss, the only one who could hear this praise was himself, the only one who was still forced to fight against the black sludge.

"The God of Light... Bless... all beings..." Although he had begun to have difficulty breathing, the blond youth still tried his best to pray to the god. He seemed to give up struggling and let the black liquid wrap his body, from the slender ankles, To the graceful back, to the neck, to the head...

The evil god suddenly felt a little irritable.

There is no reason for this irritability, but he has always been a willful and wanton god, so now the evil god does not want the Son to die.

No matter how beautiful a person is, the appearance of suffocation and death is ugly.

The beauty of the holy child is like a work of art, so the evil god is moved, and wants to keep him in the darkness of the abyss forever and turn him into his precious collection. However, now the evil god has changed his mind - although the youth is beautiful, it is less interesting.

He has seen too many devout believers, and they still pray to the heaven for the protection of the God of Light until they die, but he does not know that the so-called God of Light is a big lie - the evil god laughed in a low voice, beckoned, and wrapped the ball He was summoned to the front with the sludge of the Son's body.

Part of the black liquid faded away, revealing the snow-white face that the Son had fallen asleep due to suffocation.

The Evil God's sharp black nails slowly slid across the cheeks that were as tender as milk, and soon, they cut through the skin of the Son of God.

A wisp of blood slowly flowed down his face, the evil god grinned, and the rough tip of his tongue slid across the wound, causing the blond young man to moan unbearably: "No..."

The bloody smell stimulated the evil spirit, and he couldn't help but get excited, the black sludge faded away in an instant, and turned into dark red ghost fires burning in all directions. In the blood-red light, a tall evil god who was leaning on the skull mountain of thousands of races was wearing a black robe, and his body was almost two meters tall.

And the Holy Son, who was completely naked in his arms, was as petite as a broken puppet, and under the icy gaze of the evil god, it was as delicious as a dying lamb.

"I will give you the supreme power," the evil god announced, and the laws hidden in the darkness began to fluctuate violently. He stretched out a finger and lightly touched the center of the sleeping Saint Son's eyebrows.

In an instant, it was like a drop of ink fell into the clear water, and the dark power to the evil god's fingertips began to spread rapidly on the skin of the Holy Son. The blond hair, which was originally bright as the sun, also began to grow and fade... and finally turned into long hair that was snow-white to the ground.

The evil god looked at his masterpiece and smiled with satisfaction.

He pinched the Holy Son's chin and pressed his forehead against it. Hearing the young man muttering the name of the God of Light even after being polluted, he couldn't help laughing happily.

"The light is dead," his lips seemed to touch the young man's red and soft lips like flowers, his low and hoarse voice was like a magic sound coming from the depths of a nightmare, and it was like the twilight of the gods in the end of the law. "Only I am your only god."

Hearing the voice, the Son opened his eyes with difficulty.

When he saw the evil god who was close at hand, his pupils shrank suddenly, but he quickly showed a forbearance and shook his head at him.

"I don't believe it," he said. "Don't try to shake me. Evil God, no matter why you chose me, it is absolutely impossible for me to turn my back on my beliefs."

"Really?" The Evil God smiled slightly, "Then wait and see. One day, you will crawl under my feet and praise my name."

"Impossible." But the Son's expression was still firm, "Even if you kill me."

He closed his eyes, raised his neck and prepared to die, but the evil god just grabbed his wrist, carried him into the air, tied him to a black cross, and admired his body as if he were viewing some artwork.

"You kill me!" Saint Son angrily opened his eyes and stared at him loudly.

"Shh, shh, don't be so impatient." The evil spirit raised a finger with great interest, raised the young man's stubborn chin, held the young man's waist tightly with his big hands, and used sharp nails to slowly outline the bottom of his spine. A six-pointed star sign. The Holy Son trembled from the pain, biting his lower lip, but those eyes, those darkened eyes, still stared at the evil god in front of him.

With the actions of the evil god, the dark power of the Son is gradually being absorbed by the hexagram. The original black skin turned white again, and the long hair as pale as bones returned to a brilliant golden color.

"Are you...?" The Holy Son looked at him in disbelief, and there was still a reason not to eat the sacrifices that were put on his lips. Is the guy in front of him still a fallen evil spirit?

"I said, one day, you will beg for my favor voluntarily."

The Cthulhu has endless time, so he's also very patient when it comes to delicious, immature lambs.

He gently picked up the broken hair of the Holy Son hanging on his forehead and pinned it behind the young man's ear, although he was quickly avoided by the other person's face with disgust: "Take your dirty hands!"

The evil god smiled instead of anger, and he asked: "If the person who touches you now is the god of light, would you treat him like this?"

"Of course not," the Holy Son said coldly, "Don't compare my god with a fallen evil god like you."

But after hearing his offensive words, the happy smile on the evil god's face widened a bit.

"Ah, holy son, the purest sacrifice to the god of light, the prostitute who serves the gods. If what he wants is your chastity, your first night... you will still wash yourself clean and lie down on him obediently. Do you serve him with all your heart and soul?"

The corner of the Holy Son's mouth seemed to twitch, but soon, he answered righteously: "Of course. Everything I have belongs to the God of Light." Bullshit.

The evil god burst into laughter for no reason.

"Okay, okay, okay," he said three "okay" words in the youth's frowning expression, suddenly reaching out to cover the clear blue eyes of the holy son, and his dry lips pressed against his. On the Adam's apple, the cold and trembling touch caused the young man to tremble in panic.

"I look forward to seeing you again, my little lamb."

The suffocation once again enveloped his body overwhelmingly. Just when Lin Xiaodong thought he was really going to die this time, the world returned to light.

The young man who was floating peacefully in the milk bath suddenly opened his eyes. He gasped for a few breaths like the rest of his life, and almost choked the milk in the bath.

Mad, I've met a pervert!

Thinking of the desperate suffocation in the black mucus before, Lin Xiaodong couldn't help but get angry - what's wrong with the evil gods in this world? Did the God of Light bring him home or what, did he have to take him as a little mortal to vent his anger?

"Master Holy Son!!!"

After finally regaining his normal breathing, Lin Xiaodong had just regained his composure when he heard a burst of excited shouts behind him.

He squatted down suddenly, and then he remembered that he was not wearing any clothes now. The young man squatted in the bathtub, staring at the group of believers whose faces were flushed with excitement, and asked in a low voice, "What, what's wrong?"

"Your hair!" the servant of God trembled, "This is a miracle! It is the gift of the God of Light!"

Only then did Lin Xiaodong realize that his long hair had grown to his ankles in just one hour and three quarters, and the golden strands of hair floated on the milk bath like golden powder.

But this is not some kind of gift from the God of Light, but something made by some perverted evil god on a whim. Lin Xiaodong rolled his eyes secretly, but said gently, "Thank you for the blessing of the God of Light."

He didn't dare to admit that the perverted evil god said, "I look forward to seeing you again"... Although Lin Xiaodong didn't look forward to it at all, he still had to be cautious in his words and deeds to prevent the evil god from getting caught. It turns out that he is actually a great proletarian fighter who disdains religion.

It would be great if the system was still there, Lin Xiaodong thought regretfully, so that he still had someone to ask about, and he wouldn't have to rely on himself to explore slowly like now.

What happened in the church quickly spread throughout the capital, and within two days, everyone in the capital knew that the Holy Son had been favored by the God of Light when worshipping God, and won a beautiful and splendid head like golden satin. long hair.

To this end, the Pope also personally summoned him.

"Son, you are doing very well," the Pope, dressed in fancy clothes and inlaid with hundreds of precious stones, big and small, said to him lovingly, but what he was thinking about was unknown. , "The former high priest was right in his dying prophecy. You will become the most special one in the Church of Light for thousands of years, and the most favored child by the gods."

The blond youth stood in front of him, bowing his head meekly.

"Serving the God of Light is the most noble mission in my life."

The Pope narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the Holy Son who had undergone subtle changes overnight, and asked tentatively: "My child, I heard that you often run to the library recently, do you have any troubles? If there is If so, you can tell me, and I am willing to help you out."

The Holy Son shook his head, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his bright blue eyes looked as pure and innocent as the white dove on the top of the church.

"No, His Majesty the Pope." He said softly, "I just...after being baptized by the gods, it's like being reborn and reborn."

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The author has something to say:

So, the blackened old Gu is really changed