Chapter 394
Lingwu's appearance ignited the excitement in the hearts of all the believers guarding the walls of St. Louis.
Holding torches high, they shouted themselves hoarse, led by Karl:
"Moon Goddess!"
"Moon Goddess!"
"Moon Goddess!"
"..."
Lingwu raised her hand and bestowed upon them a blessing as clear and shallow as a pool of silver light.
Devout believers, bathed in a light veil, simultaneously cease their cheers, close their eyes, and receive the gifts bestowed upon them by their deity.
Under the clear sunlight, the believers' fatigue from their journey vanished.
They felt they could keep calling out for another 30,000 days!
After bestowing the blessing, Ling Wu turned around and said to "Si", "Let's leave."
“Cynthia, I have commanded Munashe to prepare a grand coronation ceremony for you,” He said.
Ling Wu refused, "But I'm not old enough to be crowned yet."
Even when she reaches the age of coronation, Lingwu does not need His coronation.
Because Cynthia represents the moon goddess, and the moon goddess would never need the coronation of the god of light.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think it through," He replied, looking down.
The believers below had now opened their eyes.
They gazed devoutly at the graceful figure, while also being astonished by the existence of the "sacrifice".
When "sacrifice" appears in its true form, humans can recognize its identity without thinking.
Before the believers could reveal the truth, Lingwu and "Si" disappeared together on the Sky City.
Amid the somber atmosphere of bewilderment among the believers, Karl seemed to understand everything.
He suppressed the shock in his heart, raised his hand to wipe away the tears in his eyes, and then spoke loudly:
"The great and compassionate Moon Goddess must have suppressed the despicable God of Light to leave this place so that the powerful force generated by the conflict between the gods would not affect us!"
"The Moon Goddess fought for us, but we cannot stand idly by! This time, we must also protect the Moon Goddess!"
"We must inform all devout believers of this news!"
"We need to contribute our own share!"
Karl suppressed his worries and encouraged people.
Devout believers wiped away the glistening tears from the corners of their eyes, raised their hands and torches, and responded loudly.
In the days that followed, the new believers were full of energy, praying sincerely every day.
They also continued to persuade Catholics to join them.
Furthermore, they built numerous sculptures of the moon goddess throughout the city, thus contributing their devout faith.
The continent of Aolai has almost become a world controlled by the Moon Goddess.
When Lingwu arrived in the God Realm, she was not stunned to see that it was not an empty God Realm.
"Sacrifice" also spoke at this moment: "Cynthia, I think you must know what it really looks like."
Lingwu did not answer.
But every time she takes a step forward, all the scenes contained within that step change accordingly.
The unfamiliar divine realm gradually evolved into the divine realm in the dream.
The Lord of the Gods silently followed behind Ling Wu, allowing her to alter the world that belonged to Him.
As "Si" watched the scene gradually become familiar, the floodgates of memory were almost opened.
It wasn't yet time for "Si" to regain her memories, so Lingwu stopped in her tracks.
She didn't turn around, but spoke with a familiar air: "Sacrifice, look."
As if she had suddenly thought of something, she stopped speaking abruptly and did not continue.
“Cynthia, I’m always here. You can say whatever you want.” He gave her the right to speak freely.
"I just wanted to ask you, have you remembered anything?" Ling Wu asked.
"Sacrifice" remains silent.
He had indeed seen a series of familiar yet unfamiliar scenes, but they were quickly interrupted by Cynthia's sudden voice.
The scene vanished before I could even see it clearly, at Cynthia's soft call.
So he could only shake his head.
Lingwu turned around and met the gaze of "Si".
Her gaze was gentle and familiar.
But "Sacrifice" felt that Cynthia in front of him was not looking at him.
Rather, it's about seeing another person through oneself.
He recalled Cynthia's sudden cessation of their intimate encounter, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
"Cynthia, when you gaze at me, who are you thinking of?"
"Sacrifice" stared intently into the beautiful amber eyes before it, unwilling to miss any emotion emanating from its master.
“It’s ‘sacrifice’,” Ling Wu replied with a smile.
When she mentioned the word "sacrifice," her beautiful eyes were filled with a tenderness that was unique to "sacrifice."
She pointed ahead, "Look."
"Si" suppressed the lump in his throat and looked in the direction the girl was pointing.
A bright white moon rose above the sea, but the shimmering surface of the sea appeared sorrowful to "Sacrifice".
“I saw it with ‘Si’ once, and ‘Si’ said it was beautiful.” Ling Wu turned her head and gently asked, “What do you think?”
Lingwu has always clearly distinguished between “sacrifice” and “you”.
Only now did "Sacrifice" realize this.
A scene inexplicably appeared before His eyes.
—The shy, reserved golden-haired god quietly watched the black-haired girl and nodded.
While He was clearly returning the moonlight, He was subtly praising Cynthia.
The heart of "sacrifice" is like a pile of ashes that has been lit but only a few embers remain. If just a little cotton is added, it will easily reignite.
He straightened his lips and clenched his fists.
Finally, she answered in a gentle tone: "It is indeed beautiful."
The black-haired girl seemed oblivious to her words, and continued, "Your answer is similar to 'sacrifice,' yet different."
“Cynthia, I am ‘Sacrifice’, ‘Sacrifice’ is me.” The spark in ‘Sacrifice’s’ heart gradually ignited, slowly burning the cotton.
He approached the maiden, a flame of jealousy burning in his heart.
Lingwu took a step back, avoiding His approach.
Her movement caused the ends of her ankle-length hair to brush against her skin, sending a soft, ticklish sensation through her, and the girl's eyelashes trembled for a moment.
This seemingly insignificant gesture fueled the raging fire burning in "Sacrifice's" heart.
“Cynthia, you may call me ‘Sacrifice,’ instead of the distant ‘you,’” He said.
Lingwu lowered her eyes and ignored him.
Faced with Ling Wu's silent rejection, the flame in "Si's" heart suddenly went out.
He felt as if he were a sheet of white snow covering an entire iceberg, useless and powerless.
Finally, He could only sigh softly, suppressing his bitterness, and whisper, "If you don't want to, that's fine too."
In the silence, Lingwu raised her head.
Even such a tiny movement made the corners of "Si's" mouth involuntarily turn up.
But when "Sacrifice" realized that she was being too pathetic, she forced a smile.
Lingwu then said, "I'll take you to another place."
After she finished speaking, she turned around first.
Feeling that Ling Wu was compromising, the smile that had just been suppressed rose again.
Without a second thought, he followed Lingwu's footsteps, even managing to reply with a "yes".
The two divine figures finally stopped beside the sacred spring, which had been tranquil for millennia.
A black-haired girl sat gracefully by the water, her slender legs, like a mermaid's tail, gently curved and resting on the emerald green grass.
"Si" stared at this scene and slowly bent down, kneeling on one knee by the water.
Scenes flashed before His eyes, but they moved so fast that He could not catch them.
However, unlike the moon-viewing one, His heart was like a lonely piano, waiting for a pair of hands to press down so that it could produce beautiful music.
It's like a seed about to break through the soil and sprout a tender green shoot.
At that moment, the girl's pale fingertips reached out and gently touched the surface of the water.
Ripples are born on this divine spring that has remained calm and still for millions of years.
She spoke in a gentle, nostalgic tone: "Sacrifice, Cynthia is back."
At that sound, the piano in "Sacrifice's" heart was pressed down heavily by the girl named "Cynthia".
At that moment, green shoots broke through the soil and swayed gently in the breeze.
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