Chapter 377
“Sacrifice”.
This word, which has only one syllable, was understood by Lingwu.
In fact, "祀" is just a word with a similar tone.
“Cynthia, you are the first,” said “Sacrifice.”
Lingwu understood what He meant.
Cynthia was the first human to know His name.
"Cynthia is very honored by this."
"Si" didn't speak again, but Lingwu was certain that He was still watching her.
Ling Wu lowered her head slightly and looked at the Holy Cross in her hand.
The Holy Cross was only the size of her palm, yet it emitted a soft, white light, and a warm, comforting aura emanated from it and spread throughout her body.
Lingwu looked at it, but her mind was elsewhere.
His laughter can bring forth beautiful and magnificent celestial phenomena.
Therefore, the whole world will be greatly shaken by even the slightest fluctuation in His emotions.
Why did He transform into Mag to stay by Celia's side? And why did He enter the Caucasian body to observe her?
Can't He appear directly to observe?
unless……
What entity in the shadows can restrain Him, preventing Him from revealing Himself?
A crow delivers a book...
Ling Wu held the Holy Cross, a smile on her face.
Hopefully, she wasn't mistaken about the being that could restrain Him.
The long journey was exhausting, and Lingwu often blessed the believers to relieve their fatigue, so they did not stop for long.
Along the way, even the townspeople in remote border villages would prostrate themselves and pray devoutly upon seeing the believers' clothing and carriages.
The believers were used to this and responded with arrogance.
The closer the carriage got to the western continent, the bumpier it became.
Even under these circumstances, Lingwu never once invoked "sacrifice".
Lingwu did not call out, and He patiently did not appear on his own initiative.
Two and a half months later, they finally reached the edge of the western continent.
Lingwu lifted the carriage curtain and observed.
The ground here is littered with pebbles, and black feathers shed by crows are scattered all over the ground.
It looked like a deserted city overrun by crows.
Outside the carriage, Nora looked at the crow feathers scattered on the ground, her serious expression gradually turning solemn.
She glanced at the followers, her tone extremely cold:
"Everyone, stay alert! If we encounter any danger, we all have only one order: to protect Her Majesty the Holy Maiden with all our might!"
"Yes!" they answered in unison, their eyes filled with a determination to die.
To serve the God of Light and the temple is a resolve ingrained in their very genes.
Meanwhile, "Si" watched as the group was about to truly enter the Western Continent.
His displeasure grew as he did not speak to Cynthia for two and a half months.
At this moment, Lingwu is stroking the Caucasian dog that is in the same carriage as her.
She withdrew her fingertips and touched the Holy Cross she wore around her neck.
The burning sensation here was something she couldn't ignore.
Without even thinking, Lingwu could guess that the high and mighty God of Light had lost his patience.
"Are you missing Cynthia?" Ling Wu asked directly.
"..." The word "祀" paused.
He never expected that Cynthia would expose him so bluntly and cleverly.
However, He chose not to answer that question, but instead asked:
"Cynthia, how are you feeling today?"
This time, however, he spoke rather quickly during the routine question, as if trying to cover up his longing.
Ling Wu gripped the Holy Cross tightly, her voice filled with worry, "It's not too good, I'm a little worried."
“If there is any danger, call my name and I will appear.” Having gained the upper hand, His tone returned to indifference.
“Cynthia is not worried about herself, but about the bishop who has been in the Western Continent for a long time, and the believers who escorted me.” Ling Wu paused slightly, then added, “They are all your devout subjects.”
“Cynthia, do you know what believers say when they pray?” He asked calmly.
Lingwu shook her head.
He said, “They say they will offer their souls as a sacrifice to prove their devotion to me.”
Lingwu remained silent, her indifferent tone unchanged: "For them, death is a return to my embrace."
"But will I really return to your embrace?" Lingwu asked without hesitation.
"No, death is death." His words were extremely cold, yet surprisingly sincere when spoken by Him.
He was trying to gradually reveal his true self to Cynthia.
He wanted Cynthia to stay by His side forever.
"So, Cynthia, do you regret coming to the Western Continent?" He asked finally.
“Cynthia has no regrets.” Ling Wu looked up, as if she had caught sight of the “Sacrifice”’s presence.
At this moment, "Si"'s golden eyes were meeting Ling Wu's amber eyes.
In the silence, He clearly heard her say the words that pleased Him:
"Because Cynthia knows that 'Sacrifice' will protect her."
A smile returned to the corners of "Si's" lips.
This was the first time someone had called out His name.
As expected, it made Him happy.
"Cynthia, you are very smart."
The phrase "You are very smart" from "祀" carries a greater sense of amusement compared to the first time he praised Lingwu for being smart.
The carriage continued to move forward, and the carriage was still extremely bumpy.
But after Ling Wu said those words, she could clearly feel the place where she was sitting become incredibly soft, making her feel drowsy.
"Si" watched as the little girl gradually closed her eyes, his golden gaze never wavering.
Only after the carriage had completely entered the Western Continent did He lower His hand to stroke the little girl's head.
"Bless you, Cynthia."
He gazed intently at Lingwu until the carriage had completely traveled three kilometers into the western continent before disappearing.
The moment the "sacrifice" disappeared, Ling Wu opened her eyes and touched her forehead.
She has also blessed others, and those who have been blessed will be lucky for at least a week.
It's unknown what special effects the blessing of the God of Light, which everyone on the continent of Olay is looking forward to, will have.
As she was thinking, she heard a crow's "caw" coming from outside the carriage.
Jura and the others outside the carriage seemed to have seen something, and they all moved closer to the carriage where she was.
Judging from the footsteps, it seemed like they were protecting her.
Before Ruola could warn Lingwu, she was surrounded by a group of people from the Western Continent.
The atmosphere was so tense that you could hear a pin drop.
Nora chose to keep quiet; at this moment, it was best to keep His Majesty out of their sight.
The group of people surrounding them were burly, with fierce faces and gleaming eyes, looking menacing.
The leader was a two-meter-tall man who was shirtless, revealing thick brown chest hair and scars from whipping with thorns. He also had a black cat tattooed on his thick arm.
Upon seeing this, Nora stepped forward:
"We come from the temple of Gran City, and this time we are here specifically to bless the believers who are suffering in the Western Continent."
The two-meter-tall man, named Carl, was standing with his arms crossed and chin raised, looking at Nora in a defiant manner.
"Hey! You newbie from the main city!"
"The temple you mentioned..." Karl stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Oh! If I remember correctly, a little over a year ago, a group of believers claiming to be from Gran City also came to the Western Continent."
His voice was rough, and after he finished speaking, he exhaled and looked contemptuous.
"Guess how they are now?"
Nora suppressed the anger rising in her heart and calmly asked, "Where are the bishops now?"
Carl shrugged and spread his hands. "They're not like us, all of them like little chicks who've never eaten meat."
“Oh my god! I remember now, they were just like you! But they weren’t so lucky; they were robbed by bandits in the wilderness.”
“Oh yes, and there was an old man in red, back then…” Karl paused, his gaze fixed on the carriage, “There’s someone else in your carriage? Let him down!”
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