Chapter 392
"The believer, Munasha, respectfully obeys the divine commandment."
Munashe's indifferent voice was as it always was.
No one knows how much effort he used to control his hand receiving the divine message, preventing it from trembling too much.
Even so, this tremor was still captured by "Sacrifice".
But at this moment, "sacrifice" is not prepared to stay for Munasha.
He just wanted to see Cynthia as soon as possible.
Faster, faster!
Driven by his eagerness, "Sacrifice" vanished without even glancing at the fervent believers who were devoted to Him.
The believers who remained in the place heard with their own ears the god they had worshipped all their lives say words welcoming the god worshipped by the pagans!
The believers, already in a state of frenzied excitement, had their mouths agape, mouths wide enough to swallow two eggs whole.
"Welcome, Xin, Xi, Ya?"
"Who is Cynthia? I think she can't be that false god, that traitor who betrayed the God of Light and called herself the Moon Goddess... right?"
"Ha...it can't be!"
They thought today would be a sacred day for the traitors to be punished.
But their gods said they would welcome the traitors!
"This is ridiculous! I must be dreaming. Please slap me hard across the face!"
His plea prompted the bewildered believers around him to instinctively raise their hands and slap him hard across the face.
"Smack—"
"Ha, it really wasn't a dream, it really wasn't a dream, hahahahaha—"
The man clutched his stinging face, went into a frenzy, and finally collapsed to the ground with a thud, foaming at the mouth.
In normal circumstances, if such an accident were to occur, believers would immediately rush to his aid.
But now, the believers were also stunned.
Only Munashe, who calmly rose and casually brushed the hem of his robe, stepped forward and bestowed a healing spell.
After a long while, everyone slowly came to their senses.
As a result, Munashe received many praises such as "remaining calm in the face of danger".
He responded with a faint glance, a very slight smile playing on his lips.
Of course, Munashe would remain calm in the face of danger.
After all, he had been an undercover agent for many years among a group of devout believers in the God of Light.
Remaining calm under pressure is a fundamental quality of an undercover agent.
These people don't even know that His Holiness the Pope in the Temple of Light was actually the first devout follower of the Moon Goddess Cynthia.
She was the first believer whose heart and soul were engraved with the name "Cynthia".
Munashe accepted all the praises without changing his expression. He turned around calmly and began preparing for the grand ceremony to welcome his god.
The white-gold light that erupted in Gran City gradually made the believers in the moon god uneasy.
The God of Light has existed for millions of years, so their concern is not without reason.
But believers who experienced the "doubt about the authenticity of the moon goddess in St. Louis" back then were extremely excited about this.
They spontaneously knelt before the city of St. Louis.
They were prepared to contribute their own strength to help the Moon Goddess kill the God of Light!
What puzzled them was that, until now, none of the old believers who had been opposing them had spoken up.
"Perhaps it's because they dare not enter the capital of St. Louis at this moment," they thought.
Even the new believers hiding in Gran City were shocked by the tranquility of the old believers today.
Especially Gran City.
Old believers with vacant eyes wandered along both sides of the street.
Today, the bars in Grand City are unusually noisy.
The drunken old believers were burping.
They laughed as if they were crying, and cried as if they were laughing.
So much so that the new believers who infiltrated among the old believers were completely baffled, but still followed their example and got drunk together.
"Perhaps our undercover agent will bring the Moon Goddess a timely battle report"—this thought simultaneously appeared in the minds of all the new believers who were undercover agents.
Meanwhile, the "sacrifice" had already appeared in the royal city of St. Louis.
Unbeknownst to both new and old believers, their respective deities are about to meet.
As for Lingwu at this moment, she was holding two holy crosses and waiting for the appearance of "Sacrifice".
She had just woken up from her dream.
Her first experience of being reduced to fragments did not cause her any discomfort.
What makes her uncertain now is whether "Sacrifice" lost its memory under her last blessing.
If He hadn't lost his memory, she wouldn't have been able to punish Him.
Lingwu stroked the little crow's head, "Remember what I told you."
The little crow, its golden eyes dimming despite its upturned feathers, still nodded.
Lingwu didn't have to wait long before the "sacrifice" appeared.
Just before He appeared, the little crow on the windowsill gave Ling Wu a deep look before flying away.
A golden-haired deity appeared before Ling Wu.
She gently raised her amber eyes to meet a pair of golden eyes.
“Cynthia, is that you?” He seemed to be asking, but then added, “I had a very, very long dream.”
He, who had been staring intently at Ling Wu, saw with his own eyes the "expectation" that appeared in those amber eyes.
What is she hoping for?
The next moment, she asked, "So, 'Sacrifice,' what appeared in your dream?"
The girl's eyes were covered with glistening tears.
"Si" feels that he can say everything as long as he opens his mouth.
But when she actually opened her mouth, "I..."
He paused, unable to speak.
"You've forgotten, haven't you?" The tears in the girl's eyes gradually faded, and she closed her eyes.
The girl's face was so beautiful that even He was incredibly amazed.
But “sacrifice” felt that he had depicted it a million times.
But He and sixteen-year-old Cynthia had only just met.
"Cynthia, I'm so sorry."
His apology came out as if it were something he would say to Cynthia all the time.
Ling Wu didn't say "It's okay," nor did she open her eyes. She simply lowered her head and muttered to herself:
"Again..."
"You have forgotten Cynthia's existence once again."
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