Chapter 132
The silver-haired young man always wore a pure white robe with gold patterns when he was in the Vatican. Now the white robe has turned into a torn and bloody robe, making him look particularly miserable and embarrassed.
It was difficult for Samuel to describe how he felt when he came over just now and saw his partner covered in blood and staggering.
At that moment, his body and soul seemed to fall into a cold pond, and his heart was trembling.
"How did you get yourself into this state?"
The heartache and fear were far greater than his anger. Samuel even ignored the culprit who caused all this. He just hugged his lover tightly, feeling his warmth and the rise and fall of his chest with his breathing, afraid that if he was not careful, his lover would close his eyes forever.
The gods have never realized as much as they do now, that life is so fragile and precious...
Al noticed a slight tremor in his partner's voice when he spoke, and he felt distressed. How could his always proud and uninhibited partner be afraid?
I originally wanted to remind the other party that his strength was too great and hurt his wound, but forget it...it's just a little pain and he won't die.
The young man held his lover tightly with his cool hands and changed his tone to comfort him, "It's okay, it's just that the blood is too conspicuous on the white clothes, it just looks a little tragic, but you won't die."
The darkness did not affect Samuel's vision. He saw that his lover was pale, but he still smiled and comforted him...
But his breath was filled with the smell of blood, and the hands around his waist and back were soaked by the warm blood that was flowing out. Samuel was not comforted at all.
He frowned, extremely anxious, "Why hasn't the wound healed yet?"
Al had used the Great Healing Spell many times and drank a lot of healing potions, but the effect was slow. Before he could say anything more, Samuel had already smelled a familiar smell from the strong smell of blood, "The rotten smell of the Plague God..."
The divine power more powerful than that of a demigod wiped out the evil curse remaining in the wound. When El used healing magic again, the wound stopped bleeding and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Because the silver-haired young man was shrouded in darkness, the Pope could not see the two people hugging each other. He asked curiously, "Dark magic... is it a friend that El made in the abyss?"
The man's attitude was casual, as if he had done nothing just now.
He actually broke into the Church of Light to save people... The gods were right in their evaluation back then. Ai'er is indeed a child loved by all living beings. Even the aliens in the abyss are willing to treat him sincerely. How enviable...
The Pope's words reminded Samuel of the existence of his enemies.
The black fog dissipated, and the Pope saw the silver-haired young man leaning weakly in the arms of a tall man, while the man looked at him with cold black eyes.
Xia Zuo raised his eyebrows. It turned out that the person was not an alien and could dissolve the power of the divine weapon. He thought it was the legendary Demon King.
"A person with dark talent." The Pope did not recognize the Holy Son's Close Combat Knight who had only been to the Holy See a few times. If it weren't for the other party's wrong hair color, he would have thought that this was the Son of Darkness that the gods had always feared.
But his suspicions were not completely dispelled. This feeling of fatal threat was too familiar, and the other party's condescending attitude was too familiar. It was very much like his god...
Only anger made the black-eyed man look like a human being who understood love and hate.
Unable to tell the depth of the newcomers, Xia Zuo still decided to try to kill the two men. But before he took action, the other party didn't want to say a word and took action the moment he noticed the assailant - He wanted to torture this human to death, and then, grind him to pieces, turn his bones into ashes.
Xia Zuo immediately noticed that the light element was expelled from this space. No... to be precise, except for the dark element, there were no other elements here. With his sub-god level, he could only barely use magic!
The Pope had a stable temper and no bad emotions showed on his face. He just chuckled. Who would have thought that in just a short while, he would end up in the same situation as Al just now.
Samuel held his partner, whose wounds had not yet healed, and was unwilling to leave his side. He just watched coldly as the ant struggled to resist the approaching killing moves.
There was a second person's blood on the ground. The Pope was on the verge of death once, but was healed by the Holy Light Seal. What surprised him a little was that the seal's counterattack against the dark power was completely blocked by the black-eyed man. This was a blow from the Lord God...
Samuel only regretted that his strength had not yet fully recovered. This human had many magical weapons to help him, and he could not completely control him. But even so, the opponent had no chance of winning.
After being seriously injured, Xia Zuo did not want to fight anymore and did not even take the time to ask about the other party's identity.
He found artifacts suitable for defense and movement among hundreds of relics of gods and escaped from this place.
Samuel frowned, and reflexively wanted to chase after him, but now he was restrained and could no longer act freely.
Al saw a subtle crack in the night sky, "He went to the divine realm?"
Samuel rubbed his forehead and uttered a muffled "hmm".
Al understood. It turned out that the Pope had deliberately made such a loud noise during the day to make everyone believe that he had left the mortal world. One could only enter the divine realm but not leave. In this way, no matter what happened in the lower world, no one would suspect him.
If Samuel had not posed such a great threat, that person would probably have hidden in the mortal world for a while to assassinate other people and seize the power of faith.
If he wasn't special and had not seen faith since childhood, he probably wouldn't know why the Pope wanted to kill him.
Al still held his lover's hand tightly and said weakly, "Don't chase."
He didn't want his lover to be noticed by the God of Light after entering the divine realm. As for His Holiness the Pope, they still had a long way to go...
The hideous wounds on his body had healed, but the huge amount of blood lost could not suddenly increase out of thin air. It would take some time for the blood to recover. Therefore, Al was still dizzy and weak, and he put his entire weight on his lover with confidence.
Samuel's big hand held the young man's slightly cold hand to warm him up, "No, I'm with you."
The man's tone was gentle, but his eyes were extremely terrifying.
He originally wanted to force that human to sign a master-slave contract and let him die of self-mutilation in fear, but that person had a divine weapon protecting his soul, and he couldn't destroy it in a short time. Samuel could only leave a tracking mark on him and would never let him go in the future!
Samuel picked up his partner and was about to take them back to the temple in the abyss. He didn't care what other people in the Vatican would think when they saw the ruins around them.
But Al was used to being cautious. Before he stepped into the teleportation array, he used light to expel the high concentration of dark elements and turned the divine light flower that had withered due to the contact with the dark elements back to its tender appearance. Then, after noticing his lover's gloomy face, he hugged his neck obediently.
Samuel brought the man back to the bedroom and was about to put him on the bed, but the young man resisted and buried his face in His neck, saying softly, "Hold me for a while longer."
Samuel was startled. He always hoped that his partner would take the initiative and act like a spoiled child. Now that the young man really did this, he felt heartbroken...
Turning around and sitting on the recliner, Samuel put the man on his lap, held him in his arms and patted his back gently, "I just want to help you change your clothes... Are you scared? Don't be afraid, we are at home, no outsider can break in here."
The Lord God has never spoken in such a cautious tone, but when he was feeling tender, these words came out naturally.
The young man was rarely willful, and he hugged his lover's neck, "No, I'm afraid, hold me for a while longer."
Samuel laughed shortly after hearing his confession. "You've always been brave, but you're still scared? Are you as scared as I am now?"
His heart was still tightening and he was still afraid. He couldn't imagine how terrible things would have happened if He hadn't thought of looking for him tonight, or had come a little later.
The smell of blood lingered at his nose, and Samuel finally couldn't bear to look at the bloody robe on the young man anymore. He felt distressed, and the black mist swallowed it up completely. Then he took out a cloak and covered the man.
Hearing this, Al raised his head from the thick and warm embrace and stared at his handsome and gloomy partner in silence.
He was originally a reserved person, and was too ashamed to speak out many of his thoughts. Now, looking at his partner's frown, the pale and fragile young man's eyelashes trembled, and he finally spoke softly, "I'm not afraid of death... I'm just afraid that I will never see you again."
He has experienced too many things that were once unimaginable in his life. In a world where the strong prey on the weak, he was killed because he was not as skilled as others. If he were alone, death might only make him feel regretful rather than afraid, but he is not alone...
During several near-death situations, he was not worried about himself, but about his clingy partner.
The parents still comforted each other, so what should Samuel do...
He only cares about his lover. He will get anxious if he loses contact with him for a day. He is purely in love. Al is very sure that if something happens to him, Samuel will go crazy.
"I'm afraid you'll never be happy again..." He became extremely sad just by thinking about how his partner would feel after his death.
Samuel was stunned. They had known each other since childhood, but this was... the first time he saw the young man cry.
He cried very quietly, without even a sob, and looked at the person holding him tenderly, as if he was not aware that tears were flowing.
The god's heart melted, and he kissed away the tears carefully, and finally kissed the soft lips, and the words came out from between his lips and teeth, "See if you dare to separate from me."
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After a long while, the two finally calmed down from their fear.
Al took his partner's hand and squeezed it for fun, asking casually, "How did you know I was in danger?"
Samuel smiled. "Like the word you taught me before, telepathy?"
When He was in Lancaster Manor, He suddenly felt palpitations, and the first thing that came to His mind was His little partner, "Plus, you didn't answer my crystal communication."
The little friend had never ignored His contacts. Perhaps there were outsiders around him and it was not convenient for him to answer the call. Thinking of this, Samuel rushed to the Vatican without hesitation. He only had this one treasure and he could not afford to gamble.
El's eyes moved, and he remembered something. He smiled with his eyes curved, "The three protective seals that the God of Light left on me are all destroyed. Now, can you leave a mark or a contract on me? Whatever you want."
Samuel's black eyes lit up, and he immediately signed a soul contract with his little friend. From then on, they could sense each other's position at any time and know whether the other was safe... There were too many benefits that could make their relationship closer.
Al felt relieved as he watched the contract array engraved with Samuel's name sink into his heart.
If the Pope met the God of Light, he would definitely mention that there was a powerful dark-type person next to him. After traveling in the abyss for so long, it was normal for him to make friends. What? He had a dark mark on him? He didn't know.
He only knew that the previous Pope wanted to kill him for no reason, so the three protective seals bestowed by the God of Light were gone.
Well, that’s what he’ll say if the God of Light comes to find him again.
"It's almost time, let's go back to the Vatican."
Samuel was not very happy about it, but he knew that the Holy See still had a mess to clean up, he couldn't let go of his little friend, and he didn't want to go missing and make his friends worry about him, so he opened the teleportation array reluctantly.
It was already dawn, and the area around the former Pope's temple was in a mess. However, after a night, no one had noticed anything unusual.
Not far away, the knights on patrol fell to the ground with peaceful expressions, as if they were asleep. The huge church was silent; even the monsters, insects and ants in the back mountain were silent.
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