Chapter 376
Lingwu put the book down, got out of bed, and walked towards it.
Her white dress fell to the ground, and the next moment she knelt down.
He skillfully picked up a comb and ribbon and began to comb the Caucasian's fur.
"I slept for a long time today, and now Cynthia can't fall back asleep."
As she spoke, she combed the Caucasian's fur, pondering what would happen after the sky fell.
Lingwu lowered her eyes, silently patted Caucasus's head, and met his gaze.
Lingwu had the same question as Munashe.
Regarding His saying "They deserve to die," that point.
Unable to hear Ling Wu's thoughts, His ears were suddenly empty. After the prayers disappeared, it was His own time.
He had some hope that she would recognize him.
Unfortunately, Lingwu looked away after a brief moment of eye contact with it and whispered, "Goodnight, Caucasian."
Lingwu didn't open that book again tonight.
On the second night, Caucasus's eyes remained indifferent.
The same applies to the third and fourth nights.
Lingwu couldn't be sure if He had noticed anything amiss.
But there is a good way to prevent Him from being by your side all day.
That means something happened on Celia's side.
Lingwu thought for a moment and then bestowed her faint divine message upon Munashe.
After carefully examining the paper, the devout Monasha lowered his head.
The life of Her Majesty Celia, which hasn't been seen for five hundred years, is about to get a little exciting.
On the fifth night, Lingwu finally had some time to herself and opened the book.
In the instant the sky collapsed, fear flashed in Celia's eyes, and she shook her head, saying, "No."
With that sound, the sky returned to normal.
Munashe's legs were restored, and his empty eyes were clear. He asked, "Chilya, what wish do you want to make before you die?"
Celia said, "I hope the continent of Olay will return to what it was before."
He lowered his eyes and nodded.
At this moment, Munasha was grateful to Celia.
He thought he could finally die in peace.
After all, a body that has been used by a god is no longer a human's right to use.
But he didn't die; he survived.
The whole world returned to normal, everything was unchanged, and even the parents buried in the ruins came back to life.
He also thought it was just his imagination.
Until he saw Celia in the temple, being hailed as a saint by the crowd.
She also saw the God of Light standing behind her.
Even so, He still used the face of Munashes.
Munashe wanted to leave, but he was stopped by Celia's loud shouts.
“Munashe.” Celia waved her hands.
Munashe knew that she couldn't leave.
But he no longer believes in the God of Light.
The deity he worships should be indifferent and compassionate.
It would never be about arbitrarily destroying believers, arbitrarily overturning the continent, or even using the entire world to accompany a human being just to make her happy.
Such a deity is ridiculous.
Later, at Celia's request, the God of Light forgave Munashe and granted him eternal life.
Afterwards, Munashe attempted suicide, but he could not die, and the cuts he made were extremely difficult to heal.
He is immortal, yet he must live cautiously, and spend his days kneeling and bowing before a god he does not believe in.
He witnessed the death of his parents and relatives once again.
Munashe's life was like a dark, straight cave with no glimmer of dawn ahead.
Ironically and dramatically, Munashe really did "walk with the gods".
Lingwu looked at the last page, which had the last sentence written on it.
—Thank you for finally allowing me to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Lingwu closed the book, preparing to destroy it with her golden power, but at the last moment she withdrew her hand.
This book is still useful.
Perhaps, in the dying struggle of believers, it can become the final arrow that makes them rebel.
When Lingwu returned the book to Mu Nashe, Mu Nashe was clearly surprised, but he still accepted it and kept it without asking any questions.
"Your Holiness, the calamity is spreading across the Western Continent, and the Bishop has not returned for a year. Should we go to the Western Continent to provide assistance?" Ling Wu asked.
Next, we need to start looking for devout believers for the Moon Goddess.
And the Western Continent is the perfect place.
Munashe reacted quickly, a ripple appearing in her azure eyes, "Who does Your Majesty think is more suitable to go?"
“The temple cannot be without His Holiness the Pope, and as a saint, Cynthia should bless the believers who are suffering, shouldn’t she?”
Munashe nodded, "The sooner the blessing is bestowed, the better. Why don't you head to the Western Road after Your Majesty returns home?"
Lingwu nodded.
It was really easy to communicate with Munashe, who had lived for five hundred years.
Lingwu returned to Duke Leon's manor the next day.
He enjoyed a pleasant day with Tao Ruhua and the Duke of Leon, and explained the reasons to them before leaving.
Although the two were worried, they also believed in Lingwu's abilities after receiving her blessing.
At night, Lingwu stroked the feathers on the little crow's head.
Thinking of the story of the crow delivering the book recorded in Munashe's experience, Lingwu casually said, "After tomorrow's prayer, I will leave for the Western Continent."
The little crow was unusually excited, flapping its wings as if it couldn't wait to go to the Western Continent with her right now.
The next day, the God of Light, whom we hadn't seen for a long time, once again sat high on his throne.
How is Cynthia's mood today?
He asked a routine question.
But this time, He received an answer that went beyond "happiness".
"I'm a little reluctant to part with it."
"Reluctant to part?" He asked.
Ling Wu nodded. "Cynthia is going to the Western Continent to bless the believers who are beset by calamities."
"Did Munashe order you to go?"
The voice of the God of Light still came from the horizon, indifferent, calm, and without ripples.
"No, Cynthia wanted to go herself."
"You're going?" This time, a hint of emotion appeared in His voice.
If it were Munashe, He could easily stop it, but Cynthia…
He could never refuse Cynthia.
However, He could not descend in time to protect the continent of Kexi.
If Cynthia were seen by another Him, He would be certain that Cynthia, whom He favored, would be seduced by that other Him.
“Cynthia, I allow you not to go,” He said.
The little girl didn't answer him, but frowned with some doubt, "Aren't you worried about the believers on the Western Continent?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he found himself in a dilemma.
He cannot deceive Cynthia, but if Cynthia were to learn of His true thoughts, she might become a second Munashes.
Anyone can betray Him, but He cannot accept Cynthia's betrayal.
He looked at Lingwu's resolute expression and remained silent.
Finally, He relented: "Then go."
“Cynthia will miss you.” The little girl looked up, a smile on her delicate and pretty face: “I wish you happiness every day, in every day that Cynthia cannot be with you.”
The little girl's figure slowly disappeared, but her sweet voice still echoed in the white space.
This was the first time He had felt lonely.
The right hand of God moved away from the throne and slowly placed itself on the heart.
The last time Cynthia wished Him happiness, He was happy, but this time—
I feel a little uncomfortable.
As soon as Ling Wu stepped onto the carriage heading to the Western Continent, a holy cross radiating white light suddenly appeared in her hand.
Then came His voice, which was not as calm as usual: "It will protect you. If you miss me, call my name in your heart, and I will appear immediately."
"What is your name?" Ling Wu asked.
"Um."
"God of Light?"
Lingwu heard a laugh from Him.
At that moment, she also heard the exclamations of the believers outside the carriage.
Through the car window, Lingwu saw the sky ablaze with rosy clouds, a soft halo spilling across the heavens, as beautiful as a fairytale world.
Amidst this magnificent spectacle, He uttered His own name.
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