Chapter 398

“Cynthia, wait for me, okay?” His voice trembled slightly as he said this.

Ling Wu did not nod.

"It's alright, the 'Sacrifice' can wait for Cynthia."

After He finished speaking, the divine power within His body continuously poured into Lingwu's body.

This scene was not grand, and it was far less breathtaking than when gold fragments were scattered.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Wu's body was filled with abundant divine power.

“Cynthia, let me bear the sin of blasphemy.” He disappeared little by little under Ling Wu’s gaze.

He couldn't help but pray:

"This time, how about we have Cynthia and the others perform the 'sacrifice'?"

"I really won't keep Cynthia waiting too long."

"real……"

The act of "sacrifice" has disappeared; it has truly disappeared.

He was like a gust of wind, or a storm, sweeping across the entire continent of Olay and taking away all the memories that belonged to Him.

The people of the continent of Olay have completely forgotten His existence.

The toppled and shattered statue of the God of Light could not prove any trace of His existence.

Cynthia's lifespan is extended indefinitely until the world is destroyed.

But for Ling Wu, this was completely unnecessary.

Moreover, if she were the only god in this world, she would be unable to leave this small world, just as "Sacrifice" said.

Although, when all the truth came out, He was not a completely evil person.

But He must bear the sins that Cynthia suffered, and now is the time to pay for them.

When "Sacrifice" disappeared, it took with it the Holy Cross that Lingwu had given to Him.

Following the holy cross, Lingwu arrived at the summit of Mount Olympus where Munash had summoned the "sacrifice" years ago.

Behind Mount Olympus lies a bottomless abyss, where, according to legend, wicked people burdened with sins are swallowed by the dead.

The wind at the mountaintop is usually very strong, but for some reason today, the wind that brushed against Lingwu's cheeks was gentle and warm.

It's very similar to the warm divine power that "Sacrifice" used on the day he left, when he extracted the pain of Cynthia's body dying.

Ling Wu didn't turn around, gazing into the abyss, and said, "Come here."

"Dumb and clear".

The little crow fluttered its wings and landed lightly on Lingwu's fingertips.

“‘Sacrifice’ is below, and I can feel that He is in great pain,” the little crow said, its voice still harsh and grating.

"You're looking for Him?"

"Yes, yes, He hasn't given me back my beautiful voice yet," it said.

Having gained everything from the God of Light, Lingwu tapped the little crow's pointed beak.

Before the little crow could even cover its face in embarrassment, it realized that the feeling of blockage in its throat had disappeared.

The moment it opened its mouth, the beautiful voice that emanated from it stunned it.

After a long pause, it said again, "Perhaps I need to beat Him up again in person."

It awkwardly pleaded with Ling Wu on His behalf.

In a sense, it is actually a form of "sacrifice," and the two can coexist emotionally.

At this very moment, right here in this abyss, a profound and deep emotion entwined within it, making it want to say to Cynthia:

Cynthia, I love you very much.

It did indeed say it.

But the little raven's beautiful voice did not remind Lingwu of the golden-haired god sitting high on his throne.

Ling Wu nodded, then turned around.

The little crow stood still, watching the girl's retreating figure, its golden eyes lowered.

“Cynthia,” it called out.

The girl didn't turn around, only leaving behind the words, "Goodbye."

The word "goodbye" in the East has two opposite meanings.

But goodbye on the continent of Olay is just goodbye.

——

Lingwu sits on the throne, the only moon goddess on the continent of Aolai.

She needs to listen to prayers, judge injustices, bestow blessings, and punish the wicked.

When she leaves the throne, Tao Ruhua will coax her to eat, while Duke Leon will stand not far away with a complicated expression, painting an oriental ink painting.

"My beautiful and kind wife, perhaps I could use oil pastels to create an oil painting for you and our baby?"

“No.” Tao Ruhua refused sternly, then whispered to Ling Wu, “He’s too clingy; he needs to train his temper.”

But she never mentions how attached she is to her baby.

On the continent of Olay, Karl, a two-meter-tall giant dressed in missionary attire, has recently been bringing a small black cat with him when he goes on his missionary work.

One day, a girl with freckles on her face woke up on a soft bed.

She got up from the bed and punched the mirror, shattering it as she passed by.

"I'm sorry, I, I..." Celia looked complicated as she bent down to pick up the shattered pieces.

Then he touched his face with a complicated expression.

"By the moon goddess, Celia has realized her past foolishness."

——

Lingwu prepared to leave on a peaceful and ordinary day.

She drew out her divine power, half of which she poured into the sculpture belonging to the moon goddess, and the other half she returned to the abyss.

He then used his divine power to create a Cynthia, so that she could replace him and accompany Tao Ruhua and Duke Leon.

Lingwu visited Munashe one last time.

Munashe took off his platinum robe and, meeting Lingwu's gaze, bathed in the moonlight.

"Thank you for finally allowing me to see the light at the end of the tunnel."

“My true God Cynthia, and Munashes who walks with God, I am deeply grateful to you.”

Everything that belonged to Munashe vanished under the divine light.

It seems that everything was destined for Munasha, who "walks with the gods".

At this moment, his true god Cynthia also left the continent of Olay.

At the moment Ling Wu left, a soft murmur echoed from the abyss.

When "祀" reappeared, his face was extremely pale.

But before Him was not Cynthia, but another girl dressed in a khaki cotton-linen dress.

She had two braids and was trying to bribe the Caucasian with bones.

"Caucasian, we've known each other for so many years, can't you just stop biting me?"

"I swear, if we two are peaceful and friendly, I'll bring you a bone every day—no, a whole bowl of bones."

“You know how much Marg loves bones.”

He didn't speak, but glanced at her again when the name "Marga" appeared.

Celia.

The appearance of this name did not stop Him for even a moment; He continued on His way to where Lingwu had always been.

He knew He was too hasty.

There was no time to ponder why He appeared in front of Celia instead of Cynthia.

"Who are you? Stop right there!" Celia shouted angrily. "Caucasus, Mag, attack!"

She frowned, exuding an astonishing aura.

The innocence and naivety of moments before had completely vanished, and he now resembled a soldier fresh from the battlefield, exuding a strong sense of ferocity.

Celia did indeed serve as a royal soldier.

Back then, Ling Wu packed her up and sent her to Duke Leon's side.

The brutality of the battlefield can help a person grow rapidly.

Upon her return, Lingwu sent Celia into the dream she had created while practicing.

Let Celia enter the bodies of those innocent people.

Let her experience the innocent people who were implicated and ultimately lost their lives because of her excessive kindness.

After she came out again, Celia didn't dare to look in the mirror for a long time.

She was afraid she would strangle herself.

"If you remain so naive as to be unable to distinguish between good and evil, then all these things will come true." This was Ling Wu's last piece of advice to her.

It's understandable that people are driven by a natural instinct to avoid harm and seek advantage.

But protecting the real murderer can never be erased.

If Celia still cannot change, then Lingwu will confiscate all of Celia's rights to unleash kindness.

Fortunately, she figured it out herself.

She often felt sleepy, so Lingwu gave her a list and solutions.

In the days that followed, Celia learned the healing arts taught by Lingwu and often bestowed blessings upon the seriously ill believers.

It must be said that the purity of Celia's soul allowed her to learn healing magic extremely quickly.

At this moment, Celia was filled with resentment for not having learned the divine spells for attack.

Otherwise, she would definitely throw this thief who trespassed into the Moon Goddess Temple off the Sky City and smash him to pieces!

But no matter how hard Celia tried to catch up, she could never truly keep up with the gods.

Furthermore, the "sacrifice" even set up a restraint to stop Celia.

But when "Si" finally appeared before the throne after enduring pain in the abyss that even the gods could not bear, he found that the high throne was now empty.

"Will the day the divine spring ripples be the day of your return?"

"I can wait, wait for you to appear."