Chapter 135

When the silver-haired young man appeared here, Ashburn felt the dark aura that he resisted the most.

Originally, it was thought that the new Pope had stayed in the abyss for too long and had been tainted with the smell, but after the brief conversation, the smell did not dissipate at all, which made the Lord of Light very unhappy.

He hated the appearance of darkness in his territory, as if it was being invaded.

Ashburn originally wanted to wipe out these auras easily, but he didn't expect that his divine power would be blocked!

The God then carefully examined the body of the new Pope, and then, He became even more disappointed with this group of trash!

His mark that cannot be erased—it’s Samuel, it must be damned Samuel!

The god's question shocked everyone! They all looked at the young new pope.

A statue actually had eyes that seemed to be poisoned. Under his gaze, Al couldn't help but tense up. Tsk, don't take your anger out on me.

The young man's face was full of confusion. He asked incredulously, "My God, are you saying... that the dark aliens left a mark on my body?"

He frowned and stared at the ground in a trance, "I am already at the level of a God of Law, but there is an alien race that was able to leave a mark on me without me noticing. What is the strength of the other party..."

The people around him panicked after hearing this. Could it be that they were also being targeted by the dark aliens? !

An archbishop cautiously asked God to confirm the matter, and received a negative answer. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief - Oh, they had long said that the dark aliens were not trustworthy, and that they could not make a deal to let the human race relax their vigilance. The Pope did not listen and insisted on traveling to the abyss frequently. Tsk... young people are still too naive.

A few archbishops thought so in the mood of watching a good show, but there were more people who were truly worried about the silver-haired young man.

The new Pope looked at the statue with admiration and expectation. "My God, can you tell me how dangerous this mark is? If you are willing to provide shelter to the faithful believers again, Al will be very grateful."

The hearts of the people became more and more uneasy in the silence of the gods, not because the gods did not agree to solve the problem for the Pope, but because for some reason, the oppressive power of the gods became stronger. They keenly sensed that the anger of the gods had reached a critical point.

Human sixth sense was right, Ashburn was indeed angrier than before.

His followers were marked by the most hated existence, and because he descended into the statue and possessed it, most of his strength was restrained. He was unable to detect the specific function of the mark, nor could he erase its existence!

Ashburn believed that given Samuel's character, the contract he made with the human race was definitely a one-sided oppression, and the Pope who secretly designed him must have wanted to give him a "surprise" at a certain important moment.

The god was furious because he could not fulfill his believers' request to erase the evil dark contract, but his pride did not allow him to admit that he could not do it.

The god's response was somewhat cold—

"I thought you were a smart kid, but you were so careless that you didn't notice the Son of Darkness who had already appeared beside you..."

"This mark will serve as a punishment, but also as an encouragement. You must break through the barrier and reach the divine realm before the enemies hiding in the dark force you. I will then help you break free from your restraints."

Believers who are marked by the enemy are a disgrace to Him and are considered incompetent and useless.

And it seems that since this human gained power in the Church, his actions seemed to be wholeheartedly to expand the faith in God and make more humans feel good about the God of Light, but the result was counterproductive, and Ashburn received less and less faith.

If Ashburn had not known that the young man was raised by a devout pastor and had not witnessed with his own eyes how the young man had developed faith in Him, He would have certainly suspected that the human in front of him had been bewitched by Samuel to cause trouble for Him!

Considering that the silver-haired young man still had value, and was even more valuable than the previous Pope, Ashburn resisted the urge to kill him.

Al knew that He was not capable of this, so he was not surprised by the reply. He lowered his head and responded to the words of the God.

Ashibern finally mentioned the reason for His coming this time: "Is there any unusual movement in the abyss?"

"Report to my God, everything in the Abyss is normal, and no demons have appeared yet that will disrupt the order of the mortal world."

"Where's the seal?"

"The seal still looks broken..." The young pope paused, then asked with a hint of expectation, "Are you planning to repair the seal, or do you want the two worlds to continue to communicate?"

Is the seal still the same? Ashburn sneered in his heart, certain that Samuel had intervened.

Heh... He would care whether there would be a war between the two worlds? And he has been so low-key that no one has discovered him. He has become calm... Could it be that he can change his nature?

“Go tell the believers that the Son of Darkness has been born. If He does not die, the future of humanity will fall into endless darkness.”

"Send the people of the Church to the Abyss to search for all demons above the level of the God of Law. The Son of Darkness may hide his features, so we don't have to limit ourselves to black hair and black eyes when searching for people."

Just as Al was sighing that "He" had finally thought of this, he heard his name being called.

"Elphis, my most trusted pope, I now have great doubts about the demon king you have come into contact with. My dear child, are you willing to take the risk and get close to that demon king to find out his preferences?"

"Record everything he said. I will be able to identify whether he is our enemy or not."

The young man bowed and saluted, "Al is very happy to obey your instructions, my God." Not only can he touch, he can also □.

Ashborn had other things to do, so after giving orders to his followers, he withdrew his consciousness from the statue.

In the main hall, the "believers" of the god were worried.

Edgar, who trusted and respected Pope Xiazo the most, was worried about his whereabouts, while others were somewhat resistant to the oracle.

Even the Pope, who was as powerful as a god of law, was ambushed without realizing it. If they sent priests or paladins into the abyss to gather information and were discovered, they would surely be troubled by the hot-tempered demons and would also be accused by other forces in the mortal world of disrupting the stable situation.

The more powerful and influential a human is, the less likely they are to believe in God. They only believe in the benefits they can get...

Without faith as a driving force, they would rather die than quit.

An archbishop asked, "Your Majesty, what are your plans?"

Oh, I hope this young man won’t be so stubborn. Just do whatever the gods say and send a few knights to take a trip to the abyss.

Fortunately, the priests' wishes came true.

The silver-haired young man lost his innocent admiration for the god. He restrained his expression and said in a calm tone, "The balance between the two worlds cannot be broken. The Church cannot bear this responsibility. Let Mr. Donald take a few knights and pretend to be bounty hunters to travel in the abyss for a while."

Edgar asked him, "Are you really going to investigate the Demon King?"

The young man nodded. "At least that person seemed to be able to communicate well. I didn't find it difficult. Your Excellency doesn't need to worry."

The decision was made in a few words, and after everyone left, Abner left the temple and chatted with Al for a while, making some subtle complaints about the God of Light.

The last time Abner saw the God of Light was on the day of the Chosen Son. He felt uneasy at that time. He did not believe in gods, but he also admitted that the majesty of gods was not comparable to that of other creatures. It was so high and out of reach.

But today, Abner only felt that the image of God had subverted in his mind, doing things without considering the consequences, and seemed a little frustrated... more like those brainless noble lords.

Moreover, they don't know anything, yet we still ask them to investigate. They are not at all as omniscient and omnipotent as we have heard since childhood.

Although Al said nothing, he agreed in his heart.

Even Abner began to look down on the God of Light, so Al took Him even less seriously.

No matter how strong he is, he can only descend with his consciousness. No matter how many plans he has, he is so arrogant that he believes that everything is under control and he even ignores important chess pieces.

Compared to the overconfident God of Light, Al is more wary of the former Pope. Has he actually been hiding in the divine realm and has never met God even once?

Al already wanted to applaud that person. His acting skills were much better than his. He had always thought that the former Pope was a devout believer.

The God had been suppressing his anger, hoping that he could vent his anger on the former Pope who was in hiding...

Al did not stay in the Vatican for too long. He selected a few paladins with better patience to take a casual stroll in the abyss and perfunctorily fulfill the orders given by the gods.

As for himself, of course he was going to contact the dangerous Demon King. Well, this order must be carried out seriously and not perfunctorily.

Al returned to the Arctic glacier where he had parted with his lover not long ago. As soon as he landed, he saw the man sitting casually in the heavy snow, supporting himself with his hands, leaning back slightly, looking at the vast sky indifferently.

Snowflakes fell on his cheeks and in his eyes that had not blinked for a long time, but did not cause any reaction, just like a perfect statue.

Sensing an extra breath in this space, the statue finally came alive. Seeing that familiar face, He felt his heartbeat again...

Samuel reached out his hand to his lover, and as he wished, the handsome young man threw himself into his arms and rolled around in the snow.

He lay on the ground, hugging his warm little companion, his cold face softened completely, "Baby, I miss you so much."

Al's handsome face turned red when he was looked at by His burning eyes. Well... We are already an old man, why are you still so passionate.

The young man held His face and nuzzled His nose, their breaths mingling. His lowered voice sounded very intimate, "Why are you daydreaming? You look bored."

"Well, I don't have much to do without you."

"Okay, it's my fault. I should have given you the homework of making a snowman before I left~"

Samuel picked up a lock of his partner's hair and rolled it up for fun, "What snowman?"

"I'll teach you later, and we can stack together. I have to carry out the task that the Lord of Light has specifically assigned to me. Your Majesty, the Demon King, please cooperate with me."

The Great Devil raised his eyebrows, very interested. "Your Holiness, why do you want me to cooperate? Why don't you tell me what the mission is, and I can consider it."

"I need to record your every move, including every word you say, and then report it to my God."

At this point, even though Al knew that the God of Light did this because he suspected that Samuel was hiding his identity and wanted to confirm through details whether the Demon King was Samuel's reincarnation, he still couldn't help but complain in his heart - based on the God of Light's obsession with and understanding of Samuel, he really is a bit like a pervert!

He knew rationally that as Samuel's lover, he was too sensitive and was just overthinking, but that didn't stop him from becoming more and more displeased with the God of Light.

Al was only angry for a moment and continued to play games with his lover enthusiastically. He even took out a pen and paper to take notes.

Samuel was very willing to cooperate with this task. The Lord God suppressed his smirk, and looked straight at the young man with his deep black eyes. His long eyelashes trembled, and his tone was a little soft, "Brother, can we do it here?"

A broad and strong hand pressed on his waist. Al paused as he was about to write. The big devil was still urging him, "Brother, don't you want to write down what you just said~"

Al: Fuck...

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Not long ago, in the divine realm.

The white-haired man who was playing chess with the leader of the Winged Tribe saw the turbulent scene and felt the pressure of the gods from a long distance.

Compared to the panicked foreign races in the God's Domain, this human was as calm as usual, which made the white-winged tribe leader sigh in his heart, if the gods they had followed had always been like this, how great it would be...

Xia Zuo lowered his eyes and rubbed the chess piece in his hand absentmindedly.

Why is He angry? Did He find out that I had already arrived in the divine realm? Is He... so angry because of me?