Chapter 56: I want to keep a cat
Shadowless Corridor.
The maze is stacked layer by layer, and endless corridors are reorganized and changed before your eyes, luring the prisoners inside into darkness.
The starting point connects to the end point, and the end returns to the beginning. The deep corridor extends into thousands of branches, and countless paths unfold in various dimensions.
The Son of God, dressed in a pure white robe, opened the door in front of him with great interest.
"I'm back again," he looked at the familiar scenery in front of him, his eyes moving around the entire corridor, as if trying to find a flaw in it.
Still unable to find a breakthrough, even the picky Son of God had to call this maze a "perfect creation."
Every time a door is opened, the world shatters and changes like a bubble, and those trapped in it return to the starting point of the maze.
Perhaps it is not "returning", but falling into a deeper and more complex corridor.
Fran thought.
If an ordinary creature fell into it, they might exhaust their energy in the repeated hope and despair, and become the prey that the Shadowless Corridor can capture at will.
But this Son of God who often causes headaches for the church is obviously not a normal person.
Do something, anything, something that will make the owner of this place remember it forever.
Something that can never be forgotten.
The Son of Light thought viciously.
Pure, white, and flawless.
The Son of God from the Church of Light possesses an incomparably powerful aura of divine favor. His extraordinary affinity for light demonstrates his unparalleled status in the church and his immense strength that few can rival.
He looked at the flawless maze illusion and did not move forward, but sat down casually.
Have you given up resistance?
The shadowless corridor peeks in the dark.
Disgusting humans, disgusting smell.
The illusory tentacles extending from the darkness lurked and moved, ready to tie up this annoying white human by surprise, and then throw him into a closed alien space, making him struggle in fear.
Only when the other party is crying and begging for mercy, praising the Corridor madly, will the majestic Corridor Master consider whether to release this guy.
The pitch-black tentacles silently approached the white human.
Good, no movement.
The tentacles pounced forward suddenly, and at the moment of contact, the quiet human body in front of him suddenly ignited with a thick white flame, and the extreme white light illuminated the entire corridor, leaving nowhere to hide.
It was light, an extremely rich light.
An extremely blazing white light burst out in the corridor for the dark creature, and the tentacles suddenly retracted, but in just a moment, the tip of the tentacles had been vaporized.
Corridor: QAQ
The entire corridor suddenly trembled, quickly transmitting the movement here to the temple hanging high in the sky.
It swung its tentacles around in grievance, its shadows dancing wildly in the corridors, and its tentacles raised their heads and howled to the sky: "Mom! Mom! Mom!"
Someone is bullying me!!!
"It's out."
When he opened his eyes again, the illusory corridor maze had disappeared. The Son of God looked down and found that he was still standing there.
The azure pupils reflected the morning of the Lost Land, as if covered with a layer of gray tint. The Son of God looked forward and found nothing else interesting. His expectations for the Lost Land instantly decreased by half.
"That's all," he judged.
The Son of Light chanted obscure magic, and a huge white magic circle extended and rotated under his feet. The light magic that was incompatible with the Lost Land broke out here.
The ultimate destructive force was brewing at the entrance of the palace, and the huge light that escaped was forced to be compressed into a point.
He waited boredly and even yawned.
“If it doesn’t come out,” he joked, “it will be bad.”
The Son of God slowly raised his hand, and the white dot he was moving began to shake violently.
As soon as this hand falls, the magic ball that compresses the power of light will explode in an extremely spectacular way.
That would be a disaster.
Fran thought happily.
There was still no response from the empty field.
He dropped his hand in disappointment. The surface of the magic ball, which had been compressed to the extreme, quickly cracked. An indescribable aura of horror enveloped the surroundings, as if it was going to devour everything around it.
I thought there would be a surprise, but it turned out to be another false alarm.
The Son of God once again resumed his indifferent attitude towards everything, and faced the land that was about to be destroyed without even a glance.
He was about to turn and leave.
etc.
The Son of God suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the dot.
The ball of light did not explode as expected.
The hand that had just fallen remained at the final height and could not go down even a millimeter.
[You are using Divine Power Deterrence]
[Mental strength determination successful, deterrence implemented]
The Son of God looked up and saw a pure black figure slowly emerging among the countless distorted gray shadows.
The man lowered his eyes slightly, listening quietly, nodding in agreement from time to time, and his eyes swept soothingly over the tentacles dancing wildly in front of him.
Such a strange scene, so... compassionate and sacred.
The Son of God raised his hand, and the white magic in his palm gradually dissipated due to the unstable magic power supply of its master.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could utter a word, his consciousness was taken to another dimension.
It was like sinking into a pool of ice-cold water. The stimulation made his mind go blank, and Fran couldn't help but start shaking.
The whole world is just endless white.
The sky is white, the earth is white, and even he himself is extremely white.
Fran looked at himself who had become one with the surroundings, and his palms slowly curled up.
The ethereal voice reaches the white world.
He suddenly looked up, staring at the holy light descending from the sky, his straight back slowly bent until his whole body was prostrating on the ground, his numb lips and tongue finally opened, driven by instinct.
He suppressed his trembling body and said with great respect: "My God, you are well."
*
Chen Shuang held down the dancing tentacles: "Okay, okay, I know everything. Really, how could you burn such a cute tentacle?"
The tentacles pointed at the human who suddenly froze outside the iron gate, then made arm wrestling and repeated squashing movements.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's too much, a grown-up hitting a little tentacle."
The tentacle raised its wound, then wiped its tears aggrievedly, hooked the priest's hand and shook it around, covering its heart and continuing to wipe its tears.
Chen Shuang: "I must beat him until he cries, okay?"
Tentacle was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly. He hugged Chen Shuang's legs and whimpered for a while before reluctantly walking into the corridor.
Chen Shuang retracted her gaze and fixed it on the white-robed man outside the door.
The cat following her also walked over slowly, and its body turned into obsidian again. It licked its paws and washed its face. The sound of the stones colliding was particularly crisp, which made the cat put down its paws in annoyance.
I still like soft bodies.
The cat thought.
But for the time being, this talking form can bring it a lot of convenience. By the way, it is only during the day.
His all-seeing eyes looked outside, clearly seeing the white-robed human pinned to the spot.
"He's a divinely favored being of the Light Element. His light is incredibly intense," the cat commented. "He's an absolute cut-off level among humans, even more intense than some low-level angels."
As for characteristics... inferiority and fear?
The cat stretched himself and said, "Humans are always full of strange ideas. Isn't it fun to have power?"
"The power of freedom is what's worth being happy about," Chen Shuang felt some fragments of the images being transmitted and said slowly, "If it's given by force, the negative effects will always outweigh the positive effects."
*
"You can't go play, it's against the rules."
"You can't keep pets. It's against the rules."
"You can't go see your parents. It's against the rules."
"Your Highness, this is against the rules."
The young child looked at the kitten that had been snatched away by the servant, still holding the tools for combing the kitten's hair. He rubbed his hands and pleaded, "I will pay attention next time, Your Excellency. Can you please return it to me?"
"No," the stern bishop took the kitten away, "because the cat is already sick and it must be treated as soon as possible."
"It's my fault," the child said, his face still red and swollen. He sneezed and clutched the bishop's sleeve tightly. "I wanted to keep it. It's innocent."
"You are never wrong," the bishop said, pushing the child into the center of the cathedral. "You are the chosen one of the Supreme Being. All your wills are correct."
The bishop stood up, a huge shadow covering the child's entire body. He said, "So, the only one who is wrong is this cat."
"You are right, he is wrong."
"You are right, she is wrong."
"You are right, it is this that is wrong."
"You are right, they are wrong."
The stern bishop said, "You dare to break into the church? Even if you are your parents, they will never tolerate you doing so."
The Holy Son, who was also standing on the platform, said, "But... I want to see them."
The bishop gave him a disapproving look and said, "Your Highness, this is against the rules."
"If you don't want your parents to continue to cross the church's line," the bishop said without question, "please send them away. No matter where they go, just stay away."
Fran looked at the solemn paladins on both sides of the church, paused for a long time, and then opened his mouth gently, saying in a tiny voice, as if speaking to himself: "Okay."
Frequent letters became occasional letters home, and the mother's chatter about family matters turned into complaints and concerns, until later, no more letters from Fran entered the temple.
The Son of God, covered with a holy mask, sat high up in the church, waiting quietly. When the bishop's hair turned gray and the candle of his life was about to go out, he walked into the bishop's room and asked, "I want to have a cat."
"No," the old bishop said in a resounding voice, "This is against the rules, Your Highness."
"That's a shame."
The Holy Son left that house, leaving behind a house that was blazing with fire.
No one interfered with the decision of the Son of Light anymore.
After all, he is always right.
*
The Son of God broke free from the fear, sweating profusely, his body numb and unable to move.
It was a divine power that could not be looked at directly, and it was also the origin of the power that controlled his life.
The fear from the depths of his soul spread to his body. He raised his arms stiffly, supported himself on the ground and staggered to his feet.
"You finally come out, manipulator of darkness."
The Holy Son in front of him said, "I have been looking for you for a long time."
"Maybe you should hold on to the wall when you walk," Chen Shuang glanced at the white-robed human who couldn't even stand steadily, "At least you won't fall too badly."
"Oh, what a mess!" He was covered in cold sweat. He leaned against a tree to support himself so that he would not fall down without any dignity. He introduced himself: "The Church of Light, the current Holy Son of Light, Fran Saint."
"Dark Priest."
He took a deep breath and freed his muscles from the spasm.
"I want to get a cat," he said without finishing his words, "Do you think it's possible?"
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