Chapter 103 The Son of the Fallen Evil God

"Calling... your name?"

The Holy Son seemed to be frightened and stupid, and when he heard the question of the evil god, he just repeated it stupidly.

The evil god is a little irritable, although he likes the little lamb obediently leaning on his arms, but it does not mean that he is trembling with fear like he is now.

"He's already dead." The evil god raised his chin, still in a familiar forced posture, but a little more subtle than before, "You're not afraid of me, but you are afraid of him?"

The blond young man shook his head slowly: "It's different."

"What's the difference?" The Evil God asked aggressively.

The Holy Son seems to have recovered at this moment. He quickly looked at the environment he was in. It was still the familiar dark abyss. The evil god held him on his lap, sitting high above the bones.

"Why do you just refuse to let me go?" The Holy Son bit his lower lip and asked, with a hint of puzzlement in his vigilant and stubborn expression, "People say that you haven't appeared on the mainland for thousands of years, why are you now again......?"

The Evil God chuckled lightly: "I was just too lazy to pay attention to those disputes, so I took the initiative to fall asleep."

The Holy Son stared at him coldly, obviously not believing the reason.

The evil god looked at the blond young man with regret as he wiped the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand. To be honest, the snow-white skin of the Holy Son was stained with bright red, and this beautiful picture of holy being smeared made him a little ready to move... But there is Duke Missy. In the past, the evil god could only temporarily suppress this thought in his heart.

While it's fun to watch the little lamb cry and scream for himself in bed, it's not the time yet.

"Since you don't want to kill me," said the Son, "let me go back."

This was indeed the idea of ​​the evil god, but he always felt that he was at a loss. Seeing the trace of the blond young man biting his lower lip out of fear, the evil god felt a heat in his heart, stretched out his fingers and twisted it heavily.

A slight tingling came from his lips, and the son turned his head, but his hands were locked behind his back because of the black mucus, and he couldn't move.

"You are really a stubborn child," the evil god sighed, "why are you unwilling to accept my power? I have already given it to you. The next time you face such a person, you just need to call my Name, you can easily kill him."

"My faith does not allow my hands to be stained with blood." The Son said firmly, "I will never kill anyone."

"So, your belief is to allow the weak to be bullied/bullyed by the strong, and the children who have not yet grown to die under the play of the nobles?" The evil god raised the corners of his lips playfully, "That's true, very bright and just. 'what."

The Son was silent.

Thinking of Duke Misey's dictation, he was of course angry, but the doctrine forced him to hold back, and even had to patiently enlighten the other party and help the tyrant... The Holy Son also felt very painful about this.

"The God of Light will punish you." He whispered.

The evil god laughed.

"How naive," he sighed, and suddenly grabbed the long blond hair of the Holy Son rudely, forcing him not to raise his head, "then look, these people, are they still waiting for punishment?"

Through the water mirror of the evil god, he saw the people living in the slums being hunted, killed and trampled by the nobles; the children of the commoners were taken away by the nobles' servants with rhetoric and sent to the banquet as playthings; The three-year-old boy was covered in bruises and bruises and lay dying at the feet of the nobles, but he could not receive any treatment, and even the bones were used to make a collection...

The Son trembled again.

Unlike the previous fear, there was a layer of deep pain on his face.

This pain is because of the empathy for these commoners, and also because the deep-rooted beliefs in my heart have been shaken since I was a child. Seeing this, the evil god did not continue to force him to watch, but leaned down and gently kissed his forehead with his cold lips, and then kissed the tears from the corner of his eyes.

"Don't cry, child," he said with pity, his eyes as if he was looking at his favorite pet, "I'll always be with you."

The blond youth opened his eyes, and clear tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

"I don't believe it," he said in a trembling voice, "I want to see the God of Light, and I believe that he will never give up his most loyal people."

The evil god's eyes are a little strange: "Do you want to see the god of light?"

"Yes." The Holy Son lowered his head, showing him a rare show of respect, "Please tell me how to meet him, I am grateful that you saved me from the outlaws, but please forgive me for not being able to. Change your beliefs. No matter what, I am still the most favored child of the God of Light."

I don't know if that sentence touched the Evil God, he let out a pleasant chuckle, and nodded slowly in the eyes of the Holy Son's doubts.

"Okay," he said, "since you want to see him so much, then go to the place I gave you to pray. As you said, the God of Light will not give up his most devout believers."

Before the Son could continue to speak, the Evil God's figure dissipated in front of him.

He returned to the dark and depressing confession room again.

The pungent smell of blood made Saint Son nauseous for a while, he groped to open the door, and stumbled out with blood all over his body.

"Come here!!!"

The death of Duke Misey shook the church once again.

The Pope presided over a purification ceremony overnight, and ordered the servants to thoroughly clean the entire church. All the precious furniture was burned to the ground. Anyway, the church has money to buy it again - but once it is contaminated with a degenerate atmosphere, it can be It's not a joke.

"How could such a thing happen!" He was furious, his suspicion of the Holy Son was even greater, but there was no evidence, and he didn't even know how to speak to Lin Xiaodong.

Because in this matter, the Son is also a complete victim.

If the Duke of Missy died for other reasons, no matter what, the nobles would have a reason to take the opportunity to attack and hold the Son accountable. However, as long as a person sees Duke Misey's body, he will not think that this is something that ordinary people can do - all the blood in the body boils in an instant, and even explodes from the inside out. This is something that human beings can do. Did you do it?

Obviously, this is not possible.

The Pope also specially issued an edict to warn the public to pay attention to strangers and strangers around them, as well as pagans who would spread all kinds of forbidden knowledge. A vigorous activity similar to the medieval witch hunt began, and countless innocent civilians were killed every day, whether in the capital or in the countryside.

Even scholars who promote farming knowledge to farmers are framed by villains and labeled as "infidels". For a time, people on the mainland panicked, a large number of books were burned, and there was no school of knowledge to date.

Lin Xiaodong knew all of this, but he was just a "god's favorite child", not a nobleman, nor a pope, and he had no power in his hands. Therefore, although he has the will to stop it, he is completely powerless to oppose it.

Moreover, the Pope has always sent people to monitor his diet, daily life and every move. Apart from his daily confession, Lin Xiaodong can only face the servants of the gods in the church every day, and there is no chance to see outsiders at all.

He was still pondering, since he was acting so similar, why didn't the evil god tell him how to summon the god of light?

Is it possible that the gods are donkeying him?

Just when Lin Xiaodong was a little impatient, late one night, he finally dreamed of the evil god again.

"In the northeast corner of the church, in the room that goes straight at the end of the corridor, there is a message I left for you." The evil god sat on the bones and looked at him condescendingly, "As for whether you believe it or not, it depends on you. ."

After speaking, Lin Xiaodong woke up in a cold sweat from the dream.

It was the second half of the night, and even the people who were watching him had fallen asleep. He picked up a magic candle, dressed in white pajamas, carefully left the room, and found the room the evil god said.

It's a vacant, out-of-the-way collection room, scattered with many collectibles that fetch sky-high prices outside but are worthless in the church. And the most conspicuous is the statue of the God of Light under the moonlight.

Lin Xiaodong walked slowly to the front, and saw that the thick dust on the ground was suddenly blown away by the wind, revealing the handwriting written in blood below:

"Pray, and the destined will hear your call."

He hesitated.

In fact, Lin Xiaodong hadn't decided whether to really believe in the evil spirits, but apart from the very unpleasant first meeting, the evil spirits didn't do anything to offend him, not to mention that he was really perverted/perverted this time. Saved him...

Forget it, he thought, it's better than staying in the church all the time and being watched.

After making up his mind, Lin Xiaodong no longer hesitated. He knelt down on his knees and folded his hands like usual prayers.

But he didn't find that with the sound of his prayers, the blood on the ground began to gradually twist and deform, and finally turned into a creepy smiling face, which gradually faded with the wind...

The statue of the God of Light in front of him began to glow faintly.

"...Blessed by light, all evils retreat."

After reciting the last prayer, the Son seemed to sense something, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes with joy.

--Next, he saw the most incredible scene in his life.

The pale golden morning light reflected on the horizon, and a light and distant chant could be heard faintly in his ears, and birds passed by before his eyes. He floated in mid-air, taking everything in the world into his eyes, and the warmth of the sun surrounded his body.

A blond man in a white hood who also couldn't see his face, sat on the clouds and gently hugged him in his arms.

"Welcome to heaven, my child."

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