Chapter 116 The Son of the Fallen Evil God

Of course Lin Xiaodong didn't go to die.

He is 80%, no, more than 90% sure that the evil god will appear when he is "judged" by the church.

If he didn't show up, he had already collected five good cards, and the task of this world was completed. As for the punishment mission in the previous world... tsk, anyway, I don't have to worry about a lot of debt, let's talk about it when the time comes.

System: Is it so casual?

"Otherwise," Lin Xiaodong said, "there is no better way now. I want to be gentle and gradual, but unfortunately I can't even find the shadow of the evil god."

He got angry when he mentioned this, he was a god after all, he didn't say hello, he just hid in the abyss for several years!

Lin Xiaodong was alone in the empty room, lonely and cold. When he was most annoyed, he thought about whether to learn from the bishops of the church and recruit two young and strong men to warm the bed.

But in the end, considering that although doing this can indeed deceive the evil spirits, the young men are probably dead. With the thought that the innocent cannot be implicated, Lin Xiaodong can only regret it.

He packed a few large boxes of items in the house. Anyway, he couldn't take them away, so leave the ancient books and treasures to Maria and the others. Lin Xiaodong stroked the Book of Darkness, which he had put on the top of the box with some reluctance.

With the sound of a "click", the white-haired youth closed the door.

Empty-handed, he quietly left his room.

Walking through the corridor, the young man came to the tall stone statue of the evil god, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the god's cold face with his fingertips, then stepped forward and put his head on the chest of the stone statue.

Behind him, the dark wings slowly unfolded and closed again, and he encircled the statue of the god, like an intimate embrace.

Mary, who was determined to stop the Son from going to the church, stood at the door of the church. Seeing this scene, the girl clenched her fists and stopped.

In the eyes of everyone, the Son of God is always a gentle and smiling appearance. He will stretch out his hand to all people in desperate situations, and is the most admired object by all people in the Dark Temple.

As long as he stands there, he is synonymous with hope and invincibility.

But it was only now that Mary discovered that Her Royal Highness the Son was also vulnerable.

The Holy Son in front of the gods is like a newborn child, full of deep attachment and longing. All of them regard the Son as their faith, so they don't want him to leave, but it seems that they have never considered Lin Xiaodong's own feelings.

"His Royal Highness," she lightly stepped forward and asked softly, "Can you...can you tell me about your past with the Heretic God?"

The white-haired young man seemed to have woken up from his memory. When he looked back and saw Maria standing there, he smiled awkwardly and quickly retracted his wings.

"Actually, there's not much to say," he replied. "Sometimes, I don't even think he's a god. We get along very naturally, and we basically agree on many things, like..."

Although he didn't say it, Maria understood that the word hidden under the smile was "lover".

She was a little shocked, and she felt that this was a matter of course-other than His Highness the Holy Son, who else could be worthy of Lord God?

Of course, the reverse is also true.

"That's why you have been so persistent in trying to find him, haven't you?" Maria said sadly, she no longer planned to stop Lin Xiaodong, but she still couldn't help feeling worthless for the other party, "But the evil god has never I answered your call, why is that?"

The white-haired young man smiled and didn't mind her offense: "This is the truth I want to seek, Maria."

He walked up to the girl, wiped the tears from her cheeks, leaned down, and gave her a soft hug.

"Goodbye, my child."

A warm kiss fell on the girl's forehead, and Maria finally couldn't help it. The dagger covered with anesthetics hidden in her sleeve fell to the ground. She knelt on the ground, covered her cheeks and burst into tears.

"Holy, Holy Son, I'm sorry... I really am..."

Lin Xiaodong looked at the ominous dagger, and a cool feeling appeared on his back unconsciously.

"I probably shouldn't have taught her that much about chemistry," he said with lingering fears. "I was almost brought down."

After a few years, he almost forgot that the girl who spoke softly in front of him was a warrior who was still fighting to the death in the iron cage against the ferocious wild dogs.

The young man stood there and hesitated for a while, as if he wanted to go over to comfort him, but was blocked by an arm extending from the right side.

The black-haired man shook his head at him and said solemnly, "I'll take care of it, Your Highness."

"...Don't be too strict." Lin Xiaodong could only say that.

Ike nodded: "Don't worry." He walked over, picked up the dagger, squatted on the ground, handed it back to Maria who was still crying, and whispered, "Your Highness doesn't care about you. Sin, say goodbye to him."

Maria shook her head desperately, but in desperation, Ike could only look up at Lin Xiaodong: "Your Highness, I'm sorry."

Just as Lin Xiaodong was about to say it was okay, he heard footsteps coming from the door of the church. He turned his head to look, but found that almost all the people living in the dark temple had flocked here. They looked at the crying Maria and Ike beside her, and at the white-haired youth who had spread their wings, like Understand what, one after another, one after another, kneeling on the ground.

No one spoke, only faint sobbing could be heard from the crowd.

"What are you doing?" Lin Xiaodong sighed.

"I won't die," he had no choice. In order to comfort the believers, he could only rack his brains to make up a lie, "Do you know there is a divine bird in the east called the phoenix? It will be reborn in flames, I I am a demigod, mortals can only burn my body with flames, but there is no way to burn my soul. I just want to accompany the gods, not suicide/suicide."

"Really?" Maria asked stubbornly, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"Really." The white-haired youth said gently.

"So, don't be sad, I'll be watching you all the time."

He spread his wings, and the feathers that covered the sky fell like rain. The young man's toes gradually hung in the air. He rose to the window of the church, turned against the light, and finally glanced at the crowd below.

"His Royal Highness! Take me with you too!"

Maria couldn't help but wanted to run towards him, but was hugged tightly by Ike, and she could only watch him disappear from her field of vision and collapsed to the ground weakly.

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In front of the Church of Light.

The new Pope who reached an agreement with Lin Xiaodong through a secret letter stood on the square, looking at the white dove hovering in the air, a little absent-minded.

Although he succeeded in ascending the throne, the power in the hands of the old pope has not been completely transferred to him. As a result, although the new pope has the support of the big chamber of commerce, his current situation in the church is still somewhat awkward.

It seems that he has seen through this. Just two days ago, he received a letter from the Holy Son before the church. After reading the contents of the letter, the Pope couldn't believe his eyes - there is such a good thing in the world?

As for the conditions requested by Lin Xiaodong, it is very simple to abolish the slave system and remove the wanted order of the Ike Knights. Although the Pope felt a little unclear about the permission to publish books by the public, he thought about it for most of the night and did not understand this. I have any benefits, but most of them are still in line with the core interests of their group.

Therefore, after making up his mind, he immediately repaired a book and sent it back to Lin Xiaodong, agreeing to the other party's conditions.

And soon, it will be their appointed time.

Just as the Pope was thinking about it, suddenly, the dazzling sunlight above his head was blocked, and a gust of wind whistled in the flat ground.

He raised his head subconsciously, but what he saw was not the boundless blue sky in his imagination, but a pair of huge wings that covered the sky and was as pitch-black as ink.

In the exclamations of the servants behind him, the Pope had to cover his eyes with his arms to prevent the sand from entering his eyes.

When the gust of wind gradually stopped, he opened his eyes again and saw a slender, white-haired young man standing in front of him with a calm expression.

The once snow-white complexion of the Holy Son has been completely soaked by the dark aura, and the golden tattoo glows dazzlingly in the sun. He is wearing a loose white robe and a pale gold belt around his waist.

As stated in the letter, there is no intention of attacking church members.

He came to the base camp of the church without his hands.

The Pope looked at him, then his face turned cold, and shouted to the Knights who were facing a great enemy behind him: "Take this sinner for me!"

The knights shouted and surrounded the Son of God with a dick, but they dared not attack him.

The white-haired youth chuckled and looked at the Pope in front of him, as if to say, "This is not my problem."

The Pope bit his lower lip angrily, raised his hand and threw it with a big light spell. Lin Xiaodong's body swayed slightly, and finally a flaw appeared, and when the first bold knight clenched his fists and rushed forward, the Holy Son was pressed to the ground by the dense gun barrels.

"Holy Son Lynn," the Pope finally sighed, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the old Pope who was hurriedly hurried by the servants of God, and he probably raised his voice and announced loudly, "You betrayed the Church and the God of Light. , the sin is unforgivable! Let all believers in the world be informed that next, I will personally hold a purification ceremony here and activate the holy fire of light!"

After he finished speaking, he ignored the surprised eyes of the people around him, and created a huge cross with magic on the spot, nailing the Son's arms and the fallen wings behind him.

The blood continued to drip down the wound, and the white-haired saint on the cross hung his head, but it seemed that he could not feel the pain at all, and he did not shout from the beginning to the end.

The nobles who received the news came to the square from the eastern district of the capital. They stood on the cross chatteringly, or looked at the Holy Son who was nailed to the cross and awaiting judgment, with big words written on their faces. Happy revenge.

But they didn't realize that the people around them were basically their companions who had participated in the "cockfighting" competition together. Almost all the nobles and leaders of the large chamber of commerce who supported the new Pope were not present.

The servants of the gods brought buckets of fresh milk, scooped them up with scoops, and kept pouring them on the Holy Son on the cross. The blood mixed with the milky white liquid meandered down the cross, like a flower of blood blooming above the white snow.

"What is this doing?" a little noble asked inexplicably.

"I don't know," the prince sitting in front looked back at him with contempt, but for the sake of being in a good mood today, he condescended to explain, "This is the oldest ceremony in the church, it is said to be soaked in milk. The sinner's body, and then burned with the holy fire of light, can purify his sins, and let his soul fall into the endless abyss, which cannot be transcended forever."

"So it is!" The little noble suddenly realized.

The other nobles also praised this approach. In the years when the Angels of Vengeance were frequent, let alone any banquets, the nobles in the capital could hardly sleep peacefully every night. Now that they know the culprit, they hate the holy son Lynn even more - let alone burning with fire, it is best to cut them with a thousand cuts to relieve their hatred!

"The Holy Fire is here!"

A young girl carefully walked out of the church holding a yellow ball of light made of magic.

Just as the Pope was about to take it, he heard an old hoarse voice beside him: "You are still too young, leave this kind of thing to me, after all, it is an ancient purification ceremony, who knows what the risks are?"

His movements paused, and he looked at the old Pope who was leaning on a scepter next to him and was supported by the servant of God, and squinted his eyes unconsciously.

"You're right," he smiled suddenly, and let the holy flame go out, "I'm still young after all, so it's up to you to invite such an important ceremony."

The old Pope looked slightly startled, probably not expecting him to agree so readily.

But in the face of the great honor of being able to punish traitors and leave a name in the church's thousand-year history, he didn't have time to think too much. After praising the Pope, he couldn't wait to take the torch.

"Lynn, Lynn, have you ever thought about today?"

He came to the cross tremblingly, looked at the white-haired saint above with his eyes closed, and shook his head as if regretful.

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

The old Pope lit the end of the cross with the holy fire, stepped back half a step, shook off the support of the servant, raised his hands in excitement, and chanted loudly. His expression was crazy, his eyes were fiery, and he looked at the young man in front of him who was gradually being swallowed up by bright flames, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became wider and wider.

"... Come back, come back, come back!"

Accompanied by cheers from all directions, the white-haired saint who was breathing gradually under the strong bright aura raised his head, glanced at the sky for the last time, and murmured in a hoarse voice:

"My God..."

In the next second, the bright holy flame that illuminated half of the sky in the capital was instantly extinguished by the darkness from the abyss. A powerful arm tightly embraced the saint's body, which was burned by the flame, and the furious evil god raised his hand and ignited. The fire of the Netherworld that burned the sky swept the entire square in an instant.

The old Pope and the cheering nobles were completely burned to ashes before they could even let out a scream.

Only the Pope and others who had been reminded earlier and hid in the church early escaped the light barrier, but because this magical barrier was closely related to the magic power of every pope, the severely injured new Pope also spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and his face turned pale. He fell to the ground pale.

But he still struggled to get up, regardless of the exclamations of those around him, looked out the window at the scene of the apocalypse-like destruction of the sky and the sun, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Dragons have inverse scales, and they will die if touched. God...is really angry.

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