Chapter 123 Chapter 123 Answer.
Su Cheng: "The one favored by God?"
Su Cheng's gaze fell on his lower abdomen.
The smooth, porcelain-white skin became damp from the steam rising from the bathroom.
A scarlet heart is tightly wrapped by curling vines, and every inch of the pattern is glowing with a moist light.
The tendrils of the vine meander along the grooves of the abdominal muscles, and even wriggle slowly, as if they will leap out of the flesh and blood in the next second.
"Well," the black-haired young man looked down at her, "yes."
Su Cheng raised his head. "Which deity?"
"...the God of Desire," he whispered. "If you're wondering, I have no idea why I was chosen."
"There must be a reason," Su Cheng shrugged. "You can slowly explore it. Believe me, many people were curious about this at first."
There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, as if he didn't expect her to give such an answer.
"However," Su Cheng paused, "if you want to understand clearly, you can look back at your past and present experiences. What you did, or what you were thinking, often has some connection."
"I can't think of a specific experience," he shook his head slightly, "but it must have been... at a banquet when I was playing music and I felt a fever."
He looked at her as he spoke, as if he didn't want to miss any subtle reaction on her face.
Su Cheng just listened attentively, with an expression of being lost in thought, and nothing else unusual.
He relaxed again. "Later, someone killed my friends. He insisted they had offended him, but their bodies—"
"The brother and sister are my colleagues. Their parents passed away, and they have three younger siblings to take care of, so they came to the club to dance..."
"They live just two blocks away. They're all hardworking and honest civilians. They're very kind to slaves like me. How could they possibly offend a noble..."
“…They were tortured to death by that man.”
The black-haired young man was silent for a moment, his slender white fingers slid across his waist and landed on the enchanting and strange scarlet mark on his lower abdomen.
"It gives me a power that can drive people crazy and make them lose themselves in some strong desire..."
His eyes also became a little confused, "Although sometimes it also makes me painful."
Su Cheng's eyes paused, "Pain?"
"Well," he lowered his head, "you'll feel hot, but you'll be fine if you bear with it."
Su Cheng looked at the mark carefully again and found that it was somewhat different from his own, or it looked more delicate and complex.
There were even rose buds on the vines, and the overall area was much larger.
God of desire?
Although the relationship between the two sects is not good, the God of Darkness and the God of Light do not seem to have completely broken up, and the other main gods have not clearly divided their camps.
The God of Desire, who would become an ally of the God of Darkness in the future, had chosen the guy in front of him, so it made sense that he received special care.
but--
The God of Desire appeared in the world earlier than the two gods of light and darkness. He also has his own believers. Why don’t those people come to recruit this god-favored one?
"Actually," Su Cheng suddenly said, "your mood and thoughts when you were performing, even if it was just a fleeting thought, may have been the reason for your selection. You must have displayed some recognized qualities. As for any negative impact it may have on you, honestly, this is almost always the case for those favored by the gods. You will also be subject to certain restrictions. The situation is different for different gods, so—"
"Thanks."
A man's deep voice came from above my head.
Su Cheng raised his head, "Hmm?"
“No one said those things to me.”
The black-haired young man spoke softly, his coral-red lips slightly curved, revealing a bitter and subtle arc.
He casually lifted up his drooping hair, revealing his long, slender eyebrows and deep eyes as rich as blood-clotting poppies.
The two rows of black, curled eyelashes were trembling with moisture, and the naturally upturned corners of the eyes had a lazy air. Even the confused expression could not conceal the gorgeousness.
“…They found me and brought me here.”
He murmured, "Everyone is looking at me as if I were a beggar who had stumbled upon some gold. After all, I am a slave and a fugitive."
"Hey!"
Su Cheng held his face with his hands, "Listen to me——"
His face was long and thin, and his jawline looked as if it had been carefully polished, with a hint of cool and moist water.
Su Cheng had to raise his arms high to maintain this posture, which looked a bit funny.
Her expression was solemn. "You're an outstanding musician and an artist. Some people look down on you because of who you are and where you work. That's their problem. Don't think that just because someone looks down on you or displays a bad attitude, there's something wrong with you. To be frank, even the highest-ranking figures in the esoteric cult, the most powerful individuals, are still cursed and reviled by the people of the Vatican. Furthermore, they even speak disrespectfully to His Majesty the Dark God. Who do you think is to blame?"
He was stunned.
"Look," Su Cheng shook his face, "remember what I said. Today you are a human, but even if you become a god tomorrow, there will always be people who are dissatisfied with you, but that is not your fault."
He slowly raised his hand, as if wanting to touch the slender wrist beside his face, but his fingertips stopped just before touching her skin.
“…This is the strangest encouragement and assumption I’ve ever heard.”
The black-haired young man murmured, "I've been studying elemental magic for two days and I only know one flame spell, and you think I can become a god."
"Huh?" Su Cheng laughed outright, "Two days? You're much better than that guy!"
He was stunned. "Who?"
Su Cheng opened his mouth and said, "Uh, a horse."
"?"
God knows that the future God of Purity and the number one fighter under the throne of the God of Light could not sense the elemental spirits under such conditions.
You have to know that that is only the first step in learning magic. From sensing the existence of elemental spirits to learning the first spell, there are many steps in between.
Therefore, learning first-level magic in two days is definitely good.
"...Okay," Lu Xia said helplessly, "I just think there are a lot of geniuses here. You know, there was a fugitive a while ago who got the position of Secret Priest, a position responsible for preparing Holy Communion. I heard he used to be a chef, and he learned magic much faster than me."
Su Cheng was stunned for a moment. "Is this chef a fugitive? Is he tall with blond hair, blue eyes, or something?"
Lu Xia was also stunned. "I haven't seen him, but he is indeed a fugitive. I heard that he killed several people from the Vatican—"
Su Cheng: “?”
Isn't it killing your own family?
Su Cheng: "Why did he want to kill the people of the Vatican? Because he hated the Vatican? Or was he picked on by the people of the Vatican?"
Lu Xia frowned and thought for a moment. "I heard that he was emotionally unstable. A few people from the Vatican went to his tavern for dinner, and for some reason he rushed out of the kitchen and killed them all. I heard he even chopped up the bodies."
Su Cheng: “???”
Is this the same person she was thinking of?
Su Cheng coughed lightly. "Okay, forget about that for now. Don't worry about those who belittle you. Most of them are just jealous of your talent. Don't listen to their nonsense, and don't let it affect your mood. Also, do you want to put on your clothes? I seem to have been talking to you the whole time. If you want to put on clothes, you can put them on first. Of course, if you want to continue washing, I'll go out and wait for you, okay?"
The black-haired young man looked at her deeply, "...Thank you."
He turned and picked up the towel hanging on the rack in the distance, the muscles on his strong, white back flexing.
"Besides, the money you gave me at that time helped me a lot."
"Oh," Su Cheng hesitated, "You're welcome. I believe you can solve it yourself--"
"By the way, my name is Lu Xia," he said, wiping his long, black, shiny hair. "Although you may have seen it on the wanted poster."
"I'm Su Cheng," Su Cheng didn't respond, "Nice to meet you, sir."
Lu Xia tilted his head slightly, "Yeah, me too."
Su Cheng never expected that he had this kind of personality.
He seems to have a gentle temper and is not difficult to approach. He was very calm when someone accidentally broke into his bathroom.
- Of course he was grateful to her, so perhaps he had a higher tolerance, but he didn't look like he was going to get angry until he found out the identity of the person who came in.
Even the noble was killed because he did something extremely bad.
Although if you think about it carefully, the God of Lust seems to have always had a good temper. He rarely gets angry for no reason and you can joke with him at will.
Speaking of anger.
Su Cheng couldn't help but think of someone who hadn't become a pony yet.
I don't know how he is doing in the Vatican.
Given his strength and age, he will definitely be promoted quickly after being recruited by the Holy See.
But she soon lost the heart to care about others.
According to Lu Xia, since it is the mark of the God of Desire and the proof of being favored by God, then the emblem on his body may be related to this.
But she never felt the so-called power of God.
Didn't you go digging?
Or do you not have it at all?
Su Cheng couldn't help but ask this question, "How did you feel that you could use that power? Did you know it instinctively?"
“…No, it was when I was practicing piano,” Lu Xia lowered his head to adjust his lining, “I noticed that the person next to me was acting a little strangely.”
He put on a gorgeous, heavy black robe with a lapel. Silver-red silk threads crisscrossed across the lapels and cuffs, and the fabric had a faint green sheen.
The golden waist belt is inlaid with gorgeous gems, like countless sparkling and enchanting eyes.
This outfit looks quite luxurious and formal.
Su Cheng: "...Are you going to preside over a ceremony?"
"No, I'm not the host," he said immediately. "There's a small chanting ceremony every afternoon, and I'm going to participate. I'm one of the chanters."
Su Cheng understood. "Oh, so those people in fancy clothes that we saw in High Court, are they all doing this?"
"There are other ceremonies," he said helplessly. "Have you just joined the church?"
Su Cheng blinked, "Guess?"
"I guess," Lu Xia couldn't help laughing, "anyway, you must have just arrived here."
Su Cheng was about to speak when he suddenly remembered something.
When I first met Vole, he said she had the marks of three ancient gods on her body.
The dancer counts as one, and the "door" counts as one.
Could the third one be the God of Desire?
That would be interesting.
She stayed in the Tower of All Knowledge and read books for several months, and already had a general idea of what the ancient gods were.
In short, they are ancient creatures with ever-changing forms, unpredictable wills, and some kind of authority.
Because ancient elves, humans and other intelligent races were shocked or tempted by the power of these things, they worshipped them as gods.
Many people became believers and followers of the ancient gods.
They died or went mad and lost their minds.
Later, the real gods appeared and joined forces with the dragon clan to repel the ancient gods and drive them into the outer realm of the void.
From then on, they became false gods.
——At least that’s what the books say.
So ancient gods = false gods of the void.
However, the God of Desire is now the main god, and more than a thousand years later he is also an ally of the God of Darkness.
The Church will give the God of Desire many derogatory names.
But no one would call the God of Desire a false god of emptiness.
If the God of Desire is also an ancient god, then it means that some ancient gods were expelled into the void, while some ancient gods were not.
The so-called story of "the true God defeated the false God" only captured part of the truth.
"Lu Xia!" Su Cheng tugged at his sleeve, "Do you know the Void False God?"
Lu Xia was slightly stunned, subconsciously looked around, and couldn't help but lower his voice, "What's wrong? I thought it was taboo?"
Su Cheng: “…”
He didn't know or think that the God of Desire was an ancient god.
“Sorry,” Lu Xia misunderstood her silence and hurriedly explained, “I didn’t know this before. After coming to High Court, I read some books…”
He said this with some shame.
"No, no, no," Su Cheng shook his head, "I just thought of something. I'm going to the Tower of All Knowledge first!"
Lu Xia had never been exposed to magic before, and he certainly wouldn't read any ancient books - unless they were musical scores, so it was normal that he didn't know the concept of false gods.
Su Cheng rushed back to the tower and rushed into Worley's office.
The brown-haired man stood beside the huge stone platform, and the silver light of runes kept flashing on the monocle.
He was holding a crystal test tube and pouring colorful liquid into it. Without even looking up, he said, "...I thought you wouldn't come again."
Volley spoke slowly, placing the tube back into its holder and wiping his hands with silk. "Considering the state you were in when you left last time—"
"You're boiling the souls of your subordinates in a pot," Su Cheng said unhappily, "What do you expect from me?"
"Oh," he looked up at her, "so what brings you here now?"
Su Cheng took a breath, "You said you felt the marks of three ancient gods on me. Can you feel their locations?"
An ambiguous light flashed in his ice-green eyes. "Brand is just a general term. It may not be tangible."
Su Cheng nodded, "But I guess the three marks exist in different forms. For example, one may be in my body, and one may be on my soul."
"They are indeed different," Volley tilted his head, "but unless you allow me to touch them, it's difficult for me to give you a definite answer."
Su Cheng narrowed his eyes, "Is this a deal?"
"Um?"
Su Cheng moved the fingers curled up in his sleeves, and the Libra mark quietly emerged, "If I promise you, then you must--"
The next second, the figure of the brown-haired man crossed the sky and appeared in front of her, "So you are the apostle of the Double Tongue——"
He reached out and grabbed her shoulders as he spoke.
Su Cheng turned around and threw him out.
She threw Wole directly three meters away, and his back hit the stone platform. The heavy obsidian table top cracked and turned into fragments all over the ground.
"Ha ha ha ha--"
The buttons on his chest were broken, revealing a thin and pale skin. A two-headed snake with its head held high was coiled where his heart was.
Su Cheng's eyes paused, "What is that? The Serpent of Truth?!"
Volley was in no hurry to get up. He just slumped over the table and looked down at the pattern on his chest. "Oh, yes—"
He said with a half-smile, "You also know Him, but do you know that you also have His aura on you? Although it's not a brand."
Su Cheng: “…”
Su Cheng: “?”
Although she didn't show a very distinct expression, Volley seemed to realize that she didn't know about this matter, and a strange smile appeared on his face again.
"Before I joined the secret cult, He revealed to me the truths of this world. He gave me answers and showed me the path—"
The brown-haired man slowly stood up. "I also swore to Him that I would never stop seeking the unknown and demanding the truth."
His light, serpent-like eyes fixed on her again. "You want to know what that thing is around your waist, am I right?"
Su Cheng's face darkened.
Volley raised his hand. "Then let me feel your body, let me enter your soul—"
There was a light in his eyes that was ignited, twisted, and burned with madness by the desire for knowledge.
"let me see--"
He whispered, his voice hoarse and grainy, chilling, every syllable stirring up uncontrollable desire.
Then, the blood vessels under the skin of his neck suddenly bulged, as if a living thing was crawling under the skin.
Su Cheng heard the groaning sound of bones.
The man's muscles stretched, his bones trembled, and his entire body began to stretch, as if being melted and recast by some force. His outer robe suddenly exploded into pieces.
His skin was also torn, revealing yellow flesh and bones that seemed to be compressed from book pages, emitting a strong smell of ink and book mold.
With a teeth-grinding snapping sound, his neck began to stretch and grow black and yellow scales, his head split in two, and one snake head after another grew out of the broken flesh.
Each of those snake heads was as big as a washbasin, with its muzzle cracked to the extreme, and dense runes flashing in its eyeballs.
Their tongues are like stretched parchment scrolls, trailing a sticky black liquid like dripping ink.
Below the neck is a huge ball of flesh, with square scales stacked and curled up, as if made of countless pieces of paper glued together, and the spine twists under the thick skin.
The snakes' necks suddenly stretched out and pounced directly in front of her.
Su Cheng: “…”
Her figure was almost entangled and torn to pieces.
Two seconds later.
The pitch-black scales, like blooming flowers of hell, quickly covered the fair skin, and the sharp edges tore the silk dress.
Amber eyes shone with cold gold.
The narrowed pupils turned into sharp blades.
Black scales quickly spread across the limbs, spreading down the spine, and the tendons and bones of the hands and feet stretched out into sharp claws with a loud explosion.
The half-dragon, half-human figure knocked away the entangled snake necks and slapped the nearest snake head to the ground with one claw.
Tiny black prisms also crawled onto the girl's beautiful face, and anger burned in her cold golden eyes.
Two inhuman figures fought each other.
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