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Midsummer has arrived, but the scorching sun cannot shine into the gloomy underground palace.
The high priest walked slowly in the aisle inlaid with pearls. Dozens of people followed behind him, all of them young and middle-aged men and women. They followed his gaze with obsession and burning passion.
Maybe... this is what summer sunshine is like?
Only those born underground are qualified to become servants and guards, and those sent from the surface... most of them will never see the sky above the surface again.
However, priests are the only exception. Only priests are judged by their talents regardless of their origins. All priests are favored by gods, and everything is arranged by fate.
The high priest suddenly recalled the distant past - at that time he was also a slave from the earth, but the grace of the gods could not take his life, so he became a new priest.
He killed the old priest a year ago, so now he is the king of this underground palace.
But what about the king? There are still gods in this world.
The corridor turned abruptly at the end, and doors slowly opened. The magnificently paved road looked like the stairs to the kingdom of God, dazzling all those who followed the priest.
The deaf-mute servant opened the golden door for him, revealing a huge hall behind the door that looked as bright as day. After everyone walked into the hall in fascination, the golden door closed again.
The young men and women had never seen such a magnificent place. Everything here was something that should not be found in the mortal world: the warm, white, and seamlessly flat ground, the glittering, colorful pillars, and gems spread all over the ground that emitted dazzling light… The most intimidating and frightening thing was probably the light that came from nowhere and illuminated this huge space.
"My children, welcome to the Garden of God." The high priest turned around and smiled, showing his most compassionate expression. "Everything here is a gift from God."
The unrestrained young people chatted happily, and some asked with envy: "God! Can we see God?"
Someone else immediately retorted: "You definitely can't pass the test, it should be me."
So these young people began to laugh and play, with a mixture of kindness and malice, which made the high priest smile even more kindly.
See God?
…
The high priest turned around and looked at the huge hall again. In his eyes, this place was no different from the altar filled with blood and stench.
There is no god in the underground palace, only a demon who claims to be the beloved son of the god.
Ghost, this devil can make humans fall madly in love with him, and everyone who sees him will lose their minds and souls and eventually turn into rotten meat paste.
The only ones who are immune are the priests of all generations, who can survive in the underground palace without the holy water, and this immunity seems to also include the power to resist demons.
Claiming to be the child of a god? How could the god who created the world have such a child? This...
The snake's tail and the skeleton flashed through the high priest's mind, and fear and horror brought him back to his senses in an instant.
He shouldn't think like that. The devil is not in the underground palace, so he can't let his guard down.
"High Priest!" the brave girl asked cheerfully, "Why are there no flowers in the garden?"
The high priest smiled at her encouragingly: "How could there be none? Here is the most beautiful flower in the world, and your test is to pick a petal."
These naive young people laughed in surprise. They originally thought that the trial would be extremely difficult, but they didn't expect that it would just be picking flowers in this gem hall!
Oh, it seems that their status as divine servants had already been determined long ago, and this must be a relaxed and elegant ceremony before taking office!
Someone else asked, "High Priest! What kind of flowers should we pick?"
The high priest smiled and replied: "There is only one flower in God's garden. You only need to pick one petal."
The young children laughed and said, "What if someone picked too many flowers? Or picked the whole flower?"
"What's so difficult about that?" the high priest answered lovingly, "It doesn't matter how much you pick, but you must eat everything you pick."
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"Anita, what's wrong?"
The gentle voice of Father God came from above, and Anita plucked the strings again: "Nothing, my God, just some small things in the world."
The voice that Anita loved so much asked again: "Your singing stopped, which is rare. Is it something important?"
Anita liked it very much - the Father looked at him like this - only his face was reflected in those magnificent silver eyes, focused and gentle, as if he was the only creature left in the world.
"The flowers I planted are in full bloom, and I invited a group of children to come and enjoy the flowers." Anita smiled softly, and he said as if singing, "My priest will take them to taste the deliciousness of the petals. The taste is more fragrant than all honey and hotter than all love."
"Your priest? Is this the sect you founded?" Father God seemed to sigh, "It has lasted for nearly a thousand years, right? It's really rare."
Anita plucked the strings gently: "Yes, my God."
The Father God asked: "Is there any country that it is dependent on? Or will it never be involved with the political power of human society?"
Anita liked the way Father God understood him. He raised his face slightly, showing the most beautiful contours and curves: "Different times have different rules. My high priests are very competent. They will make choices for me."
The Father God smiled softly: "Next we will enter the mortal world again. This time... I want you and Isis to arrange your identities together. Is that okay?"
"Of course!" Anita leaned against the throne like a snake. He felt that the vines and bones in his chest were about to climb out happily. "Isis? I will take good care of my brother! What kind of identity does Father God like? Can I continue to enter the human religion?"
“As long as you convince Theresa.” Father God smiled and shook his head. “That is the most important plant in his nursery. I don’t think he will agree…”
Agree? Why should he agree? Why should Theresa care what he was willing to do? He always got what he wanted - by any means necessary.
The white snake climbed on the Father's wrist, and the itchy feeling of the caress went straight into Anita's chest. He lowered his eyes and licked his lips the moment he turned his head.
Ah... How long has he been revived? Everything is back on track, and his life force can now be maintained stably... No, I can't bear it anymore...
Has Alice succeeded? Sleeping with God the Father? Can the original creation be loved by God?
Anita opened her eyes again, and saw the Father's black hair hanging naturally and softly on the armrest. He stared at the strand of black hair hanging on the side of his face with obsession, so he leaned slightly.
I want it - I really want it -
Father God laughed again, and his laughter was louder than any beautiful music: "Anita, why are you eating my hair?"
Anita stuck out the tip of her tongue. She didn't know when she had already wrapped her tongue around her black hair. At this moment, she seemed to be connected with God the Father. This feeling was driving her crazy!
Ahhh, so sweet.
"Because it's sweet." Anita sucked gently, as if she was kissing or tasting, "My God... I love you so much."
What was the so-called rose? It was just a poisonous weed watered by the blood of him and Jasmine. No one would like its false sweetness.
Really sweet...
Anita smiled, her red eyes were already in a state of confusion. Ordinary people only needed to take a glance to see
Consciousness will collapse immediately.
The sweetest thing in this world is your love juice, Father God.
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"High Priest... High Priest..."
“Save me…”
“It hurts so much…it hurts so much…”
Painful groans and shrill howls swirled in the luxurious hall, filling the air along with a faint fragrance. The high priest stood on the white ground, looking coldly at the corpses and monsters on the ground.
Yes, monster.
More than half of these young people who were laughing and playing a few minutes ago were now dead, and there were almost no intact people among the remaining ones - these things wriggling on the ground were more like pieces of meat than people.
"My children, what a pity." The high priest sighed softly, "Such a sweet flower cannot lead you to eternal life. Those who can pass the test... Child, you are the only one left. Eat it."
The only one who still looked like a human being was a young woman. She was very beautiful, with a slender figure, but her face was pale as she stood in a pool of blood, staring blankly at the priest.
The woman was holding a petal in her hand. The petal was so delicate and bright, as if it was dotted with the most beautiful colors in the world - however, scales had grown on the woman's skin where the petal had touched. Even so, she did not dare to let go. She could only tremble and cry.
“High, High Priest…” The woman’s voice was broken by her crying. “Can I…can I…can I…”
"No, child." The high priest sighed and shook his head, then urged gently, "If you pass the test, you will be a servant of God! You will have eternal life, and you will be qualified to serve the gods. Come on! Eat it!"
The woman broke down and cried, and the high priest just looked at her, patiently but indifferently.
After a long time, she ate the petals.
With a shrill scream, countless scales grew out from under the woman's skin, gradually turning into blue blood that splattered all over the ground. She rolled on the ground, twisted, and her human limbs and organs disappeared. She looked more and more like a deformed giant fish.
Soon it joined the ranks of the meat pieces.
There was no one left standing, so the high priest shook his head regretfully and clapped his hands lightly.
A strange-looking big dog ran out from nowhere. It had a face similar to that of a human. It greedily ate the flesh and blood on the ground, chewing scales, feathers, mucus, bones and shells. Who would have thought that this tissue with characteristics of all species belonged to humans not long ago?
In this evil
Amid the sound of the dog eating, the high priest raised his head and looked at the flower in the magnificent temple - there was only one flower in the garden of God, and now it was in full bloom.
It is so delicate and beautiful, with a wonderful color between rouge and crimson. The fragrance of the rose is neither strong nor weak, and it can make people forget all their sorrows just by smelling it.
The high priest took a deep breath.
How long had he lived since he ate the petals? He really wanted to die.
Unfortunately, nothing was harvested during this flowering period.
The author has something to say: Love juice: refers to saliva, which can break down starch and is one of the lethal weapons of couples against singles. Please be lenient in the comment section. If it is locked, you can only use ■■ instead.
Anyway, those who understand will understand.
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Alas, I saw someone comparing the seven deadly sins and the plague. In fact, lust is Anita. The original setting was too exciting, so the comments you saw scolding me and Anita came from here. But because this book was banned, Anita's character was weakened, and it turned out that she is not as good as Jasmine...
Jasmine is gluttonous. The gluttony here means indulging in gambling and entertainment without making any effort to make progress, which is based on Dante's description of "excessive greed for pleasure".
Isis is wrathful: "perverting the love of justice into revenge and hatred."
Julia is greedy and Flora is arrogant.
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Muah!
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