Chapter 397
“Blasphemy.” The word “祀” was uttered silently.
He seemed to see Cynthia's future, so he shook his head helplessly, his eyes filled with struggle and pain.
“But this is my own choice,” He said.
What the consequences of blasphemy are, even He does not know.
Because throughout countless millennia, no being has ever made Him willingly step down from His divine throne.
if……
"Si" looked at Ling Wu and smiled, "Cynthia, believe me, I won't let you leave."
Ling Wu shook her head and then disappeared from the spot.
She will definitely leave, regardless of whether the being trying to keep her is human or god.
This time, the "sacrifice" was not bound by the dream and finally caught up with Lingwu's footsteps.
He did not appear, but concealed his presence, cautiously following behind Ling Wu.
He watched over everything she had gone through.
I also witnessed firsthand the sweet smile that Cynthia showed in her mother's arms.
"Sacrifice" had only seen Cynthia like this when she was young, and in the days that followed, Cynthia became increasingly indifferent.
However, before that, He did not feel that Cynthia was indifferent to Him.
Even now, He can understand.
Tao Ruhua and Duke Leon are the most important people to Cynthia, no one can compare to them.
Even if He is a god.
When "Sacrifice" reached this conclusion, a great rain fell on the continent of Olay.
Ling Wu was holding a cup of milk tea that Tao Ruhua had made herself.
In fact, nobles in the continent of Orleans generally only drink Earl Grey tea.
But in Tao Ruhua's eyes, no matter how sacred or powerful Cynthia was outside, she was still her baby in front of her.
So she added milk to the black tea.
"Baby, try this little cake with honey and cream."
"Does the baby want to ride a horse?"
“During your time in the Western Continent, your mother learned to ride a horse, and every year she would save a small horse for you…” She paused.
"Mom has forgotten that you've grown up, and that well-trained little pony is probably no longer needed."
Tao Ruhua was somewhat annoyed.
"Perhaps Cynthia can ride a horse too?" Lingwu suggested, holding up a small cake.
Tao Ruhua woke up with a start, and belatedly realized, "Mom always thought the baby was still too young."
The rain outside was heavy, pattering like firecrackers set off during the Spring Festival in the East.
Thinking of this, Tao Ruhua stroked Lingwu's hair and told her stories from the East.
"..."
The character "祀" was in the midst of a downpour, yet remained completely untouched by the rain.
He listened as Tao Ruhua told the story of "Nian".
"..."
"So during the Spring Festival, every household sets off firecrackers."
“During the Lunar New Year, families who have been separated for a year will reunite. In the past, Mom and Dad would also go to the temple to see you. Although we couldn’t touch you, Mom was still very content.” Tao Ruhua said, hugging Lingwu into her arms again.
"Mom doesn't want her baby to be a great protector of everyone. Mom is selfish. Mom only wants her baby to be safe and sound."
"If there's a chance in the future, Mom will take you to see the East."
The woman's gentle voice blended into the rain.
Lingwu gazed at "Sacrifice" through the rain while in her mother's arms.
Those golden eyes beneath her snow-white eyelashes stirred emotions within her.
Like a tranquil spring, ripples spread across the surface under the girl's fingertips.
“She will get what she wants,” said “Sacrifice.”
In the days that followed, "Si" continued to follow Ling Wu silently.
Until one day, Lingwu introduced him to Tao Ruhua and Duke Leon.
Lingwu had no way of knowing what "Si" was thinking at the time.
But the torrential rain stopped instantly, and a golden red sun rose into the sky.
Even amidst the pink clouds, a rainbow arched across the sky.
She knew this decision was right, otherwise the flood would have submerged the continent.
At the same moment, "Sacrifice" heard a distant cry of surprise from humans: "The rain has stopped!"
He heard the barking of dogs not far away, the soft meowing of cats in the alley, and the bubbling of goldfish blowing bubbles in the pond...
But all of that pales in comparison to the girl's single cry:
“Mom and Dad, He is a ‘sacrifice,’ He is mine…”
During what He considered a long wait, Lingwu said, "She is my friend."
"Sacrifice" felt somewhat lost amidst the tension.
He thought Cynthia would say it was hers...
What is it of His?
What exactly is the relationship between "Sacrifice" and Cynthia?
He didn't have a clear identity, but he was still secretly pleased about it.
At least, before "friends," Cynthia said "mine."
"Sacrifice" belongs to Cynthia. That's how He understood it.
The appearance of the "sacrifice" left Tao Ruhua and Duke Leon in a daze for three days.
The people of the continent of Olay say that the God of Light hates humanity.
But who is this "Sacrifice" who blushes slightly and bows his head to introduce himself in front of them?
However, since Cynthia was a deity, even in their shock, they had time to think: So the true name of the God of Light is "Sacrifice".
The concept of "sacrifice" has been incorporated into the manor.
Having experienced the world of human existence, He found knives and forks easy, but chopsticks caused Him to make a mistake for the first time.
However, after that mistake, his skill in using chopsticks surprised Tao Ruhua.
"Si" gradually discovered that not all humans were dirty and ugly.
But the good times didn't last long.
After Lingwu bid farewell to Tao Ruhua and Duke Leon, "Si" sensed that something was wrong.
Inland City of St. Louis.
Ling Wu sat high on the divine throne, her eyes closed and her brows slightly furrowed.
But the pain lasted only a moment, before being absorbed by a warm and powerful force.
Lingwu opened her eyes and met those golden eyes.
“Cynthia, believe me,” He said.
“Yes, I believe in ‘sacrifice’.” Ling Wu was not surprised and answered with a smile.
"Sacrifice" felt a lump in her throat. "Cynthia, you've finally agreed to forgive me?"
Ling Wu lowered her head and said softly, "If you don't forgive now, you'll never have another chance to forgive."
"No, Cynthia can share time with heaven and earth."
He spoke very gently.
Lingwu understood the meaning behind His words: He would not let her die.
But "if you don't forgive now, you'll never have another chance to forgive" doesn't necessarily mean she will die; it could also mean the "sacrifice" will disappear.
After all, the vanished "sacrifice" could not hear her forgiveness with her own ears, so it could not be considered true forgiveness.
This sentence remained in Lingwu's heart.
“The East is very mysterious. If possible, Cynthia, please take a look at the East for me.” “Sacrifice” withdrew her hand from the girl’s forehead.
“You can go in person.”
"I cannot leave the continent of Olay; it is the shackles of being the God of Light," He said with a smile.
Lingwu felt that "Si" was very hardworking, because the pain of having her spine broken had now been transferred from her body to "Si's" body.
"Does it hurt?" Ling Wu asked.
"Sacrifice" paused for a moment, then shook his head. "When I erased my memories and removed my divine power to descend into a human body, I suffered a lot of pain, so it wasn't very painful."
He continued, “I have had my eyes gouged out 5,362 times, my legs broken 6,879 times, and my throat cut 36,513 times…”
He paused, then smiled at Ling Wu, "But if all this suffering is for the sake of meeting Cynthia, then 'Sacrifice' will gladly endure it."
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