Chapter 393
The character “祀” was stunned for a long time by this sentence.
Even when He saw the almost desperate indifference in Cynthia's eyes after she opened them, He could hardly control the pangs of heartache He felt.
At this moment, He wanted to step forward and offer up everything He had.
But He knew that the people before Him would avoid Him like the plague because of this.
So He forcibly suppressed this strange heartache.
“Cynthia, you can tell me.” He seemed very calm.
"It's nothing, it's too late." The girl lowered her head, her long, black curly hair obscuring half of her face.
Touched by her indifference, panic spread through "Sacrifice's" heart.
This new, strange feeling made Him want to speak and gently coax the girl before Him.
This absurd satisfaction inexplicably softened Him.
He was ready to let himself go, and he wanted to see what had happened during his slumber.
So He followed His own heart and said, “Cynthia, I said before I fell asleep that I would awaken before you came of age, crown you, and take you to the realm of the gods.”
"Hmm," the girl replied indifferently.
Is Cynthia angry with me?
He then took a few more steps toward Lingwu and finally stopped in front of her.
Lingwu shook her head without saying a word, waiting for His next move.
The next moment, the golden-haired god bent down, knelt on one knee in front of her, and stood at the same level as her.
“Cynthia.” His voice was no longer high above, but gradually overlapped with the “sacrifice” in the dream.
They were very careful, afraid of saying the wrong thing and facing eternal loneliness.
"Hmm," Ling Wu replied coldly once again.
This is a reversal of status.
Once upon a time, a cold "hmm" reply was exclusively reserved for "Si".
"Sacrifice" was also aware of this, but He chose to open His palms.
“Cynthia, I have not deceived you. If you do not believe me, you can place your hand on it,” He said. “From this day forward, the Sacrifice will be completely open before Cynthia.”
Lingwu stared at Him, a look of longing in her eyes. She said, "Do you know, 'Si' said something similar."
At this moment, "祀" felt that the longing in the eyes of the person in front of her was unusually dazzling.
It was indeed Him she missed.
But it is not Him.
Despite the pent-up frustration in his heart, he did not stop, stubbornly waiting for that familiar yet unfamiliar warmth and coolness to touch his fingertips.
But no.
Cynthia surprised Him once again.
She always seems to decisively withdraw when things are exactly to His liking.
It was at this moment that "Sacrifice" suddenly understood why following one's heart made the rational self feel strange.
Because He was moved.
The omnipotent, great, and sacred God of Light, whom humanity considers all-powerful, has fallen in love with a false saint.
This is amazing.
It was so miraculous that He began to hesitate.
Upon realizing this, it seemed as if two paths appeared before Him.
One path is to return to what it was before.
He can sit high on His Godhood, listening wearily to the prayers of thousands upon thousands.
The other road was shrouded in black mist from which He could not see the end.
But Cynthia, dressed in a pure white dress, will stand at the beginning of the black road.
She would smile at Him, revealing a smile of unparalleled beauty on the continent of Olay.
This made it impossible for Him to refuse, even if the end of this path might be a bottomless abyss...
Lingwu had expected the silence and contemplation of "sacrifice".
However, Lingwu was not prepared to give Him much time to make a calm choice.
She asked, "Do you really want to know everything?"
The golden-haired god was forced to stop his thoughts and come back to his senses.
“Cynthia, I only want to know what you told me about our past.” At that moment, He chose the path shrouded in black mist.
He looked at Lingwu, his golden eyes filled with a tenderness that could melt even the winter.
"Okay, but you'll regret it."
"Si" shook his head, "I will not regret it, at least not now."
Lingwu knew that this mysterious and unknown path held an absolute allure for the omnipotent "Sacrifice".
His inexplicable obedience to Cynthia, in particular, will surely confuse and provoke resistance in Him, but He will ultimately choose to follow His heart.
Because in the straight line of time, even the slightest fluctuation is enough for him to savor for a long time.
"Sacrifice" is like a spring in the realm of gods.
It is so sacred that no one can reach it, but as soon as it is touched by a fingertip, it will ripple in circles.
And the ripples are enough to bring a long period of turmoil to the water surface that has been calm for millions of years.
However, the spring water was so indifferent that it resided high above the divine realm, and no one could touch it, nor did anyone have the courage to do so.
"祀" is also included.
Only by getting close to Him can we get Him to lower the bottom line He has been maintaining.
Just then, if you gently touch it again, it will pause, gaze, and yearn for the ripples...
Unfortunately, "Sacrifice" forgot about Cynthia's existence.
She said that if she forgot, it would be a punishment, not a strategy.
The key to unlocking the punishment is the Holy Cross, which is formed from divine power.
besides……
The Holy Cross also holds His memories of dreams.
Lingwu carefully put away the Holy Cross, then stood up and said with a smile:
"This is the last time for the sacrifice."
"I'll take you through all the places we've been."
Lingwu looked at Him kneeling before her, extended her hand to Him, and said again:
"This is the last time. You can choose to leave alone, or you can choose to follow me to find the you of the past."
"Sacrifice" did not understand what "the last time" meant, but the overwhelming satisfaction in His heart almost swallowed Him whole.
Without hesitation, He placed His hand on it.
It's as if the gods themselves have given everything they have into the hands of humankind without reservation.
Lingwu didn't exert any force, and the god who was kneeling on one knee stood up on his own.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
"The God Realm. Let's hurry, I'm afraid..." Ling Wu paused at the right moment.
"What are you afraid of?" "Sacrifice" asked, his fingertips stiffening slightly as they were touched by the cool touch.
"nothing."
Lingwu only gave a simple reply, but "Si," being a deity, should have already guessed it.
"Cynthia, are you going to die? But what exactly did you do?" He shook his head slightly, his golden eyes filled with confusion.
The black-haired girl was bathed in moonlight.
A bonfire was lit outside the city of St. Louis.
The flickering flames and the twinkling stars of the Milky Way illuminated the girl's pure white skirt, which seemed to be woven from moonlight.
She gazed at Him, a pale smile playing on her lips.
"You will find out, but not now."
Lingwu withdrew her gaze and looked up at the sky.
This time, her natural death will inevitably fall upon "Sacrifice".
This absurd world, where divine authority reigns supreme and humanity places all its hopes on gods, may be due for an awakening.
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