Chapter 90 Eskine, God of Light

The wind chimes above my head are ringing. When all eyes are focused on one point, the critical scrutiny will envelop and intoxicate me.

"Your face..." The tall and thin clergyman stretched out his hand, as if to touch it, but also as a test.

"Yes, this is the first time I meet you."

A magical glow gathered in his palm, and the pure white seemed to be gestating some kind of rhythm.

Chen Shuang narrowed her eyes slightly.

What went wrong? Was it this believer's unique perception, or was there something wrong with the Son of God from the very beginning?

The god standing on her right suddenly moved, slowly took half a step forward, and stood opposite the clergyman.

There was no outward emotion in his dark eyes, but Chen Shuang inexplicably felt that something was gradually becoming different.

The thick and mellow darkness was flowing, bit by bit, gradually encroaching on the area.

The god's thick long eyelashes drooped, covering the coldness deep in his eyes.

Even if there was once sympathy for Eskyn and his family, that unnecessary compassion had long been completely exhausted by the war.

It is cracks, betrayal, and destruction.

It's a life-and-death battle between them.

Especially since this time the safety of the priests was at stake, there could only be one outcome.

That is when He will cut off the head of light.

The darkness hidden in the cracks of the world is surging, and with the pull of divine power, it is lurking in the entire Church of Light. In places where the sun cannot reach, the rolling darkness can't wait.

Just let it drown, leading everything to final silence.

The god ignored the gradually brightening white light on the person in front of him and looked up at the white statue in the center of the cathedral.

This is a provocation.

Perhaps the next war of gods will begin soon.

In the kingdom of God in the heavens, all grudges will be settled.

And this time, he will never hold back.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, a few loud laughs exploded in my ears. Before the sharpness in the god's eyes could be retracted, he was attacked by a shadow.

"You're new here, so how can you not bring a book? Come, uncle will give you one!"

A hardcover book that looked to be about thirty centimeters thick fell from the magical white light, making a loud "thud" sound when it hit the ground, almost crushing the god's feet.

"Hiss, what are you doing with the hood on?"

The enthusiastic uncle grabbed the god's raised arm, pressed his hand down, and then reached out to take off his hood.

Her long black hair suddenly cascaded down, with the slightly curled ends falling to her waist, swaying gently in the breeze. Her eyes, as clear as black glass, were a little dazed, neutralizing her usual intimidating sharpness.

Because the technique was so bold and natural, the god, who had never been treated like this before, was stunned where he was.

"you!"

The uncle was completely unaware of the undercurrent in the air. He raised the book, which was thicker than a brick, and threw it directly at me with a "hey whoosh".

The uncle was very generous and patted the god's chest: "It's okay, I give it to you, no need to thank me."

It seemed to feel good, and he immediately hissed, "Hey, young man, not bad, such a physique, such spirit."

The uncle took off his white robe without saying a word, revealing his bulging muscles: "Biceps, triceps, chest, abdomen, shoulders, how about it, not worse than you young people."

Chen Shuang: “?”

Is there something wrong with this situation?

Why are you suddenly comparing body shapes?

The god seemed to find it too outrageous, and the stunned look on his face lasted for a few seconds.

After a moment, he silently straightened his chest.

The uncle, who was like a fitness coach, patted the god on the shoulder and said, "Hey, don't droop your face, open your eyes wide, yes, yes, look energetic!"

god:"……"

Chen Shuang: I want to laugh.

It seems like one's life is so hard.

The uncle looked at the god for a moment, then suddenly realized: "It's just the hair color that's unusual. Don't worry, I'm here to protect you."

Uncle looked at Chen Shuang: "Little girl, don't wear it anymore. We need to show off our spirits. Oh, look, this young man looks so bright after taking off his hat."

The cheerful young man finally couldn't help himself and took a deep breath: "...Really?"

Chen Shuang stepped forward and held down the god's restless hand, smiling and saying, "You are right. Thank you for your book. We will study it seriously."

"That's right," the uncle looked very happy. He took out a few books thicker than bricks and stuffed them into Chen Shuang's hands. He said mysteriously, "This place in the cathedral is not simple. I relied on these secret weapons to survive. Today, I will give them all to you."

Mysterious weapon?

Chen Shuang lowered her head and opened a book at random. The thick cover was inscribed with "The Great Book of Praise of Light". Turning to the first page, she saw another cover behind the white cover, which was covered with colorful graffiti of characters. The title in the center read "How to Make Boring Time More Meaningful: Thirty-three Days, Teach You Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Ways to Skip Classes".

Chen Shuang: ...It really is a secret weapon.

It turns out that it is a common human consensus to slack off when doing important work.

They received the books "From Busy to Calm: Two or Three Things You Must Know About Time Management in the Cathedral", "Church Survival Wisdom: Unlock New Methods of Efficient Recitation, Saving 99% of Working Time", and "After Rebirth, the Paranoid God of Light Cried and Begged Me to Love Him Again" from the uncle.

Chen Shuang: “Hmm?”

She paused for a moment and opened the last book again. The outer cover read "Eternal Light" and the inner cover still had those confusing words.

What is crying out for love?

There is also a plot summary and dialogue in the lower right corner of the cover.

【I beg you, give me another chance! 】

[My Lord and High God, please save this kind of drama for others.]

Silence is spreading.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the priest standing still, God followed her gaze and looked at the cover. After seeing the words clearly, his curious expression disappeared, and an expression that was extremely difficult to describe appeared on his face. There was a bit of entanglement in his disgust, and some ridicule hidden in the entanglement.

Two pairs of dark eyes raised at the same time, looking at the innocent-looking uncle tacitly, their eyes full of meaning.

Chen Shuang: There are many masters in the Church of Light, we have to learn from them.

God: I don’t know what to say, but it’s weirdly funny.

Uncle raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it interesting?"

Seeing the two young people nodding in succession, the middle-aged uncle who kept up with the trend was immediately delighted. He thought for a moment, stuffed another book in front of him, and said stealthily: "This one is different. This one is a banned book. You have to read it quietly. Don't expose me if you are discovered."

Chen Shuang hummed, opened the book, and closed it again in an instant.

Counterattack: Rebirth as the Dark God from Creation

Chen Shuang: Shouldn’t I be thankful that it’s not a bloody plot?

Noticing the god's gradually moving gaze, she instantly threw the heavy book back to the uncle and smiled: "We will have enough with what we had before, thank you."

*

After promising the uncle that they would train muscles together in the future, they finally got rid of the enthusiastic muscular uncle and entered the cathedral.

Near the statue of light, the gentle and bright sunlight filled the entire hall. Many believers knelt on the ground, bowed their heads and silently recited their piety in their hearts.

In this place where the breath of light is strongest in the world, the floating light particles spread diligently and convey the breath of light to everyone.

But it faced two opponents today.

The bright light particle bounced off the soft black hair again and rolled to the side in a dejected manner. A moment later, the hard-working particle charged again, but was knocked back by the black particle that suddenly appeared. Before it could come to its senses, the ferocious black particle pounced on it and chased the light particle for two miles.

No matter how intense the power struggle in the dark was, the church still looked calm on the surface.

Chen Shuang: "The Holy Son said that Xifusika is in the most eye-catching place in the cathedral."

This church, which is regarded as a pilgrimage site by many believers, is very large, and the personnel are clearly divided. Ordinary believers are seated in the back row, separated from the clergy in the front, but even the clergy are not seated closest to the statue.

Chen Shuang looked towards the platform under the statue. A quiet girl was whispering her admiration for God, and every strand of her hair covered by the sunlight was telling of the beauty of light.

If this is the case with Sifuska, then the description of "ultimate eternal daylight" is not entirely an exaggeration.

Suddenly there was a buzzing sound from the side, and Chen Shuang glanced sideways.

The slightly nervous believer, his eyes bloodshot, prostrated himself on the ground, muttering in a low voice: "Darkness will eventually decay, but light will last forever."

"Great God, the vile darkness crumbles before your majesty, the vile evil god shatters beneath your holy sword... You are the supreme ruler of the entire world, your power is unparalleled."

He raised his neck high, like a lamb to be slaughtered, and humbly begged for mercy from his master: "Please give me strength so that I can spread the light."

God uttered a soft sound through his nose: "...Hmph."

"The smell of greed and hypocrisy."

The believer turned a deaf ear to what was happening around him, repeating the words he had just spoken: "Darkness will eventually decay, but light will last forever..."

Suddenly, whether it was an illusion or a genuine response from the light, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed excitedly: "My God is eternal!"

The god narrowed his eyes and said, "That dead face really didn't say anything good."

Chen Shuang: Did you just urgently withdraw a dirty word?

A loud bell rang out, echoing in the tall and spacious space. The fragmented sounds in the church gradually quieted down.

"quiet!"

The solemn old man standing beside the Saint looked down at the believers, young and old, and tapped his staff. "Today's prayer ceremony begins. If you are lucky, you may hear sounds that do not belong to this world."

At this point, the old man finally smiled: "Don't worry, that is God's guidance. You will overcome the long journey of cultivation and ascend to the kingdom of God in the dazzling light."

He leaned forward and bowed: "God will bless every devout believer."

Hearing this, all the believers who had just been quietly listening to the old man lowered their heads. Some covered their hearts and prayed, while others simply prostrated themselves on the ground, as if trying to prove their faith in this way.

"Hey, why are you still standing?"

The corner of his clothes was pulled. Chen Shuang looked over and saw that the believer who had been acting crazy just now had his loose hair brushed aside. He looked much more normal. He said, "Hurry up and find a place to pray, otherwise it won't work."

Chen Shuang squatted down and asked: "Is this prayer ritual effective?"

“It doesn’t work.”

The believer said as a matter of course: "But it happens once a day, you never know when you might get lucky."

Chen Shuang: What alien lottery center?

"Oh, right, can you help me see if I'm miserable? Do I have this extreme longing for God, this insanely devout feeling? Look at my eyes again, they're red from two days of staying up all night."

Chen Shuang: "...very realistic."

The believer breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. Hey, I'll recite another passage from 'One Hundred Sentences to Please God.'"

Chen Shuang leaned over to take a look. Six out of the ten sentences were swear words against darkness, and the rest were all flattery of the God of Light. After reading the sentences, this not very devout believer fell to the ground.

"Please grant me wealth so that I can spread the light."

"Please grant me handsomeness so that I can spread the light."

After repeating it again, he rubbed his hands, his expression becoming more serious. The believer said, "Please give me a wife so that I can spread the light."

Chen Shuang: What a new type of turtle wishing well.

My faith in my wife is probably stronger than my faith in the God of Light.

She took a breath and interrupted the believers' pious wishes: "Excuse me, when will the ceremony be over?"

I have to spend some time alone with Sifuska.

"It will be quick. Just wait until the hymn is finished."

"The spark of dreams shakes fear"

The light singing slowly lingered in the church, and the white girl bathed in the sunshine, singing a hymn of light.

"Decay in the darkness, dance in the light"

"No more hesitation, throw yourself into the embrace of light"

The soft singing cleanses the soul and makes people sink into it unconsciously.

The believer's dazed voice came: "Why is it different today than before? The singing is so beautiful."

It really sounds nice.

There is no skill at all, but the girl's own characteristics make the song performed to perfection.

Chen Shuang was also unconsciously immersed in the moving singing.

But this immersion...

She shook her head, her eyes blurring for a moment.

...something seems wrong.

The next second, the black-haired priest opened his eyes instantly in the extreme light.

[…If you are lucky enough, you will transcend the long journey of cultivation and ascend to the kingdom of God in dazzling light.]

"My name is Eskine."

He said: "Fortunate human, welcome to the Temple of Light."