Chapter 113 The Son of the Fallen Evil God

The knights were startled by the flames that suddenly ignited on the sidelines, and invariably looked in the direction of the Holy Son.

However, they were horrified to discover that the originally blond and blue-eyed holy son was now surrounded by a strong dark aura. His long hair as long as frost and snow reached his ankles without wind, and the huge black mouthparts covered his lower half. He opened his face, revealing only a pair of dark and deep eyes like a vortex in the deep sea.

The youth's long white eyelashes drooped down, and on the dark skin, the mysterious and ancient golden lines glowed with a faint luster under the firelight.

Ike stared straight at the Saint Son, who had almost completely changed his appearance, and stammered: "You, are you...?"

"As you can see," the white-haired youth smiled slightly and stretched out his hand, "I've fallen."

With his movements, the shadows generated by the firelight poured out from all directions to his palm, forming a slowly rotating, black viscous spherical liquid.

This is the product of the dark aura condensed to the extreme. Ordinary people will be in a trance and become a walking dead if they touch it. However, Lin Xiaodong's belief is firm - he is a firm materialist, and there is plenty of light magic in his body. Therefore, this thing is basically useless to him, at most it can stimulate the magic in his body.

However, this kind of big killer, which can be called a source of pollution, was used by the evil god to play cough and cough... It's a bit of a waste.

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Lin Xiaodong recovered from his past memories, and under the half-shocked, half-complex eyes of the knights, he gently blew a breath at the black sphere.

In an instant, the bright fire in the secret room trembled.

The warm orange-red light turned into a deep blue fire of the abyss, and the black sphere turned into a large snake with the thickness of an adult arm, wrapped around the body of the white-haired youth, and the giant snake head spitting out a long letter rubbed affectionately. He rubbed the young man's cheek, as if begging the other's compliments.

"Good." The Holy Son touched its head and said gently, "Well done."

Ike swallowed involuntarily.

Although that Chris was an acquaintance of the Son of Lynn, and the experience was very tragic, but if he said something to seduce the Son to become like this, Ike would not believe it if he was killed.

So, there is only one possibility-

Holy Son Lynn, in fact, has long since fallen!

"Captain, what should we do?" A knight asked faintly from behind.

The black-haired man's hand had been pressing on the hilt of the sword since just now, and his expression looked a little gloomy under the dim blue light.

The strength of the Holy Son after his fall is unknown, but judging from that big snake, his magic power is absolutely capable of dealing with them. However, the church stipulates that the knight's escape from the battle is a capital crime...

"Captain Ike," seemed to sense his hesitation, the white-haired youth looked at him and said in a flat tone, "Perhaps you think I abandoned my faith, but I can tell you that I have never betrayed my God. On the contrary, I am now the closest believer to God in the world."

Ike said sternly: "What do you mean...?"

The white-haired youth rolled his eyes, and, ignoring the warnings of the knights, walked to the black-haired man step by step and stretched out his hand towards him.

"It's not that you betrayed the light, it's the light that betrayed you," he said to Ike in a low, seductive tone, "I won't kill you, but Captain Ike, you should be very happy in your heart. I understand, you can't keep me. When you return to the church, the Pope will only intensify his punishment and oppress you - and all these injustices, are you really willing to endure it?"

"But that's not the reason why I betrayed the church," Ike was indeed shaken for a moment, but soon he bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to wake up, "Now that the Light Cult rules the continent, you are alone and complete. The world is against!"

"Who said I was alone?" the white-haired youth asked rhetorically.

Ike frowned and said, "Why, do you have any other cult/cult accomplices? I-"

Halfway through his words, he suddenly closed his mouth tightly.

A strong arm blocked his body from behind, the Son raised his head, looked at the mist-shrouded face of the evil god, and showed a happy smile: "My god, you are here."

"What nonsense are you talking to them," Evil God said lightly, "Turn them into undead directly, you have to be more obedient."

Holy Son shook his head: "I still hope that more people can understand the truth of a thousand years ago, follow you, and believe in you." After a pause, the half of his face hidden under the black mouthparts faintly revealed a cold smile. , "Even if you don't need us believers, I will definitely cut down the shameful liars who tarnished/tainted the oracle of the light, and let them know the fate of deceiving you."

He was half embraced by the evil god, his cheeks pressed against the cold and broad chest of the other side, and he sighed silently with satisfaction-ah, what a beautiful abs and pectoral muscles.

In the eyes of the evil god, his little lamb has become more and more sweet and sweet, gentle and caring.

He will willingly dye his hands with blood for himself, sink into the endless darkness, and live forever... As long as he thinks of this, the evil god feels a burst of excitement.

"That being the case," he glanced at the pale-faced ants in front of him with an emotionless gaze, and then looked at the white-haired youth in his arms tenderly again, "then listen to you."

The evil god's big hand unbuttoned his upper body one by one, and gently rubbed his palm against his raised butterfly bone. Before the white-haired young man could react, he suddenly cut his fingernails open with his fingernails. skin.

"...Ahhhh!!!"

The white-haired youth trembled and curled up in his arms, one hand tightly clutching the robe on the evil god's body, and the pain kept falling from the corners of his eyes.

"Shh, I'll be fine soon." The evil god kissed the teardrops from the corners of his eyes pitifully, "Honey, be patient."

He is using the power of darkness to reshape Lin Xiaodong's body. After thousands of years of loneliness, the gods who have no desires and desires finally meet their own desires.

He wants to keep the youth by his side, forever and ever.

"It hurts...it hurts..." But at this time Lin Xiaodong couldn't listen to anything at all. He felt that every one of his bones was being shattered and recast, and the blood in his veins was a hundred times higher than usual. The speed was surging so fast that he could even clearly hear the heartbeat in his chest.

"Boom, boom, boom."

"System, block the pain..." He called weakly, but he didn't hear any response at all. Instead, some disorganized voices filled his brain, as if someone was trying to persuade him, and it seemed like someone was crazy to himself:

"He's no longer the Gu Xi you knew back then, he's just an empty shell..."

"Countless restarts, are you still not giving up?"

"You've broken too many rules, and if you go on like this, you'll be sentenced to a heavy sentence."

"Give it up, don't wait any longer, he doesn't love you at all..."

Accompanied by the chaotic mind, a pair of broad black wings quickly grew and stretched out from the young man's bare/naked back.

"miracle......"

This strange and evil scene made Ike's eyes gradually obsessed, and the few people behind him also had the same expression. This has nothing to do with the camp of darkness or light, it is just because of the uncontrollable yearning and longing of mortals when they witness the power of gods.

He fell to his knees unconsciously and bowed deeply to the tall god in front of him.

"My God..."

But in the next second, the black-haired man was thrown against the wall by a gust of wind.

"My god is also worthy of your name?" The evil god looked at him coldly, his voice sarcastic.

Ike widened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot. But at the moment when he fell to the ground, despite the severe pain in his body, he continued to get up and kneel tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice, "God of the abyss is above, please forgive my rudeness and offense."

The Evil God snorted coldly, ignoring him, but gently stroked the newly grown black fallen wings behind the Son of God with his hands.

When his fingertips touched the softest part of the base of the wings, he listened to the soft nasal sound of the person in his arms subconsciously, and his movements subconsciously paused.

"how do you feel?"

Lin Xiaodong opened his eyes weakly.

He wants to smoke people.

The Heretic God didn't wait for the answer he wanted, and he was a little dissatisfied, but he still asked patiently: "Do you feel that the divine power is running sluggishly? You just transformed into a demigod. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me."

But before Lin Xiaodong could open his mouth to answer, his expression suddenly changed, and his hand around the young man suddenly tightened.

"What's the matter, my god?"

"...It's nothing, I'll go back to the abyss first." Feeling the vibration of the divine nucleus in the body, the evil god cursed secretly, and said to his little lamb calmly, "These people will be handed over to you."

After speaking, he disappeared into the secret room.

Lin Xiaodong's body swayed, but the wings behind him suddenly spread, making him stay in the air.

"Wow." He turned his head to look at it novelly, felt the feeling of flying with long wings, and then turned his eyes to the knights below.

Captain Ike was still kneeling on the ground, not daring to look up at the god, and he didn't even know that the evil god had left. And because of the divine might just now, the other knights with slightly poorer physiques had already fallen into a coma, and only woke up just now.

The white-haired youth's toes landed on the stone bricks lightly, and along with his movements, a few black feathers fell in front of Ike's eyes, and when he wanted to reach out to catch them, they turned into a wisp of dust and disappeared.

"Now, Captain Ike," Lin Xiaodong asked with a smile, "are you willing to believe what I say?"

The black-haired man raised his head in shock.

The two maintained this posture and looked at each other for a few seconds. Finally, Ike lowered his head and pressed his right hand on his chest, making a gesture of allegiance: "I am willing to believe in the God of the Abyss and follow the glory of the Son until the end of the world. "

But out of his own selfishness, he added another sentence:

"-From now on, I will go through fire and water for you, and I will do whatever it takes."

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Because of Chris's scroll of parchment and the church's years of oppression, after persuading Captain Ike, Lin Xiaodong won the allegiance of all the members of the entire Knights with little effort.

But in this case, the church will definitely not be able to go back.

"His Royal Highness, we need a base, or a headquarters." After he was completely determined to leave the church and sent his subordinates to secretly take over everyone's family members, Ike was radiant and could not wait to roll up his sleeves and get on the horse immediately. "This war, to put it bluntly, is a battle for believers. The gods are on our side, and we have natural advantages, but it is undeniable that the power of the Church of Light is indeed very large, so it is best not to confront it head-on."

Lin Xiaodong nodded: "You are right."

In fact, he had thought about whether to settle down in Earl Lyle's manor, but when so many people died here, it was infiltrating people living in the middle of the night; secondly, Bishop Raphael already knew that they had When the time comes, the church will send people to outflank. With their current strength, they will definitely have to let the evil gods come to the rescue.

But Lin Xiaodong remembered what the Evil God had said to him before, and his behavior of disappearing strangely without knowing what to do, so he silently decided in his heart to bring in a few more followers for the other party before leaving this world.

Otherwise, only going out and not going in, even the divine power will definitely be exhausted one day.

"I do know a good place," Ike tentatively asked for the Son's opinion. "In addition to Earl Lyle's manor, there is a manor in the western suburbs of the capital that has been marked by the church as the root of depravity. It's been a hundred years, what do you think?"

If it were the usual way, of course Ike wouldn't take his knights and family members to that ghost place, after all, he would be entangled by evil spirits. But now that he has even seen the real God of the Abyss, and is surrounded by a fallen angel, what evil spirit is he afraid of?

"Yes." Lin Xiaodong agreed with his proposal.

A hundred or so of them set off late at night, and it took only a few hours to get there. The white-haired, dark-skinned angel unfolded his black wings and exerted his divine power. In just a few breaths, a magnificent dark temple rose from the ground.

The civilians below looked at him in awe and fear, and fell to their knees one after another, reciting the "Dark Canon" that Lin Xiaodong had just compiled last night. A small part was absorbed by Lin Xiaodong's black wings, and most of the rest returned to the gods at the bottom of the abyss.

The body of the Heretic God, who had not felt the power of faith for thousands of years, was shaken, and the core of the god, which had a trace of cracks, seemed to be immersed in the hot spring.

"You still didn't listen to me..."

As the first group of believers settled in the Temple of Darkness, the name of the abyss gradually began to spread in the shadows of the capital.

After learning that the Holy Son and the Knights had defected to the church, the Pope in the Church of Light was furious. When he was about to remove them from the church, he ordered the seven knights to be dispatched at the same time. After discovering their traces, except for the Holy Son All outside are killed on the spot.

In addition, he also summoned the nobles of the royal capital and the top leaders of the church to hold a huge "penance ceremony".

"God of Light, please forgive me for my sins!" He was wearing a heavy Chinese dress, kneeling on the cushion in front of the statue of Light with tears in his eyes, and said in a sad voice, "I didn't discipline and teach my holy son Lynn well, which led to The noble Holy Spirit is also in danger...Is this the ordeal you have brought upon the Holy Spirit?"

From the moment he joined the church when he was young, he talked all the way to becoming the pope, working diligently for the church and the people. He was full of emotion and sincere expression. He heard several noble ladies couldn't help but took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the wet corner of the eye.

"His Excellency," when the Pope slowly got up with the help of the servant of God, an earl below couldn't help but ask, "When you catch the traitor Lynn, what will you do with him?"

The Pope glanced at him calmly with those old, cloudy eyes.

At first glance, this is a stunned young man, and he dares to ask such a sensitive/sensitive question in public. He cursed an idiot inwardly, but on the surface he still replied kindly and gently: "The Son made a mistake, but after all, he is the nurturer of the Holy Spirit, and judging him is a matter of gods, and we mortals are not qualified."

This sentence seems to be tolerant, but in fact, in the eyes of the church believers, the woman who was tied to the cross was also called "the judgment of the gods". If the Pope hadn't been thinking about the Holy Spirit, he would have acquiesced to the radicals' approach-cutting the Son's chest and abdomen, taking out the Holy Spirit, and letting him die on his own.

But after hearing the Pope's answer, the unwilling count was not reconciled, and asked again: "Then, have you heard about the 'Angel of Vengeance' case that happened in the capital recently?"

Hearing him mention this, the Pope's face finally sank.

"All infidels who disobey the gods will inevitably be scorched by fire and face a cruel trial." He staunchly dropped such a sentence and swept away angrily.

It was only now that the count realized something was wrong.

Noticing that other nobles looked at him with sarcasm or pity, he panicked immediately.

"No, aren't you all afraid?" he said loudly, looking around quickly, as if trying to find supporters, "They all said that the angel of vengeance is haunted and will come to your bed at midnight List the crimes you have committed in your life, and then penetrate the hearts of sinners - everyone here, which hands have not been stained with the blood of civilians? How can you be so calm?"

The prince sitting at the front sighed.

"Everyone," he stood up gracefully, holding the ruby ​​cane, and bowed slightly to the ladies, "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

"It seems that Earl David has lost his mind and his mind is not sober," he said lightly and sentenced the earl to death, ignoring the unbelievable eyes of the other side, and winking at the servant next to him, "I am willing to Ask a good doctor for His Excellency the Earl and let him recuperate in the manor."

A burst of laughter came, and the earl listened to the whispers in his ears, "Anyway, it's all human traffickers who die, and Jianmin will die when they die", "It's funny, is he really an earl? Not at all. Without the restraint and grace of nobles" and "It's just a legend, those mindless commoners all day long fantasize about these unfounded things, but unfortunately they are subordinates in this life" and so on, he heard a look of despair.

"Your Excellency, please leave the church."

The servant of God came over and said to him respectfully and coldly.

The Count knew that if he didn't leave, they would send someone to "invite" him out.

He sneered, maintained his last dignity, reluctantly tidied up his clothes, and said hatefully to the nobles who laughed at him: "I'm waiting for the day when you panic and beg for mercy!" Then he straightened his back, and his face was pale before the nobles. With sneering eyes, he strode out of the church.

Duke Misey's wife stood up and said softly, "Everyone, let's continue to pray to the God of Light. I believe that the great God will surely punish those unforgivable sinners for us."

She was still wearing a black veil on her head, and for the Son of God, it could be said that no one present hated her more than her.

The death of her husband is second, anyway, she does not know what virtue Duke Missy is, and she alone has no less than three lovers in the upper class. But the Duchess couldn't tolerate Lin Xiaodong's loss of her biggest source of support and income, and now she can't even buy her favorite gems and slaves at auction!

The Duchess' proposal was approved by the nobles, and for a time, only a number of devout believers in gorgeous clothes were seen in the huge church.