Chapter 262 Test
For a moment, "Elian" suspected that it was a religious leader like the "Son of God" of this sect that believed in light and glory. After all, the other party looked too bright.
The man gazed up at the statue, his white priest's robe, always garnering a certain ostentation, only accentuating his radiance. His golden hair, under the soft candlelight, shone like molten gold. The small portion of his face that was revealed seemed meticulously sculpted, but his blue eyes were exceptionally cold, as if the mere sight of them would sting.
...an extremely dangerous person.
Hiding behind the intricately carved pillars, the black-haired young man carefully slowed his breathing, trying not to make any extra noise. He remembered the archbishop's warning, although in his opinion, it was no different from explicitly telling him to explore the church at night - as everyone knows, rules are meant to be broken, and forbidden areas are meant to be entered.
According to Christian teachings, demons rely on their appearance to seduce humans, hence their unusually beautiful appearance. So, in this demonically transformed church, is this being the Son of God, the devil, or an evil god? To him now, it didn't seem to matter.
He wanted to slowly leave the temple, but as soon as he glanced away, the person who was looking at the statue disappeared out of thin air.
Elian's heart sank, and he turned around abruptly. Sure enough, the face that was even more shocking when viewed up close appeared behind him. The edge of the iris, as blue as the ice sea, was surrounded by a strange and dazzling golden color.
He was dazed for a moment, but he couldn't remember where he had seen these eyes.
As his attention wandered, those blue eyes visibly flinched for a moment, then a sudden, incomprehensible shift in their expression, like a furnace of boiling iron. An instinct etched into his genes caused "Erian"'s muscles to tense. He quietly reached for the silver knife hidden in his pocket, even considering turning and running.
"...So this is you." The other person murmured in a low voice as if sighing. The black shadow behind him seemed to expand violently, directly hitting the ceiling, and was about to fall down towards him with a roar.
A tall, thin figure was reflected in Azuka's irises.
The black robe and gloves concealed the black-haired young man's overly pale skin. The leather belt highlighted his slender waist and straight back. The shadow of the hem of his shawl fell on the smooth stone floor of the temple, and the edge was so sharp that it seemed enough to block anything that tried to approach him.
He had a face...that was totally out of tune with this world. It was a soft and light face that the Savior had never seen on anyone else's face. Only the corners of his eyes and the lines of his lips had sharp and hard curves, revealing that this was a traveler from a distant country that he had never imagined.
The alien's pupils were a pure black, a black that swallowed up all light, like an ancient, deep dawn. But when those eyes looked at him, he knew that this was his professor.
The other person was staring at him with a mixture of wariness and fear. Azuka had to do his best to suppress those emotions that were too deep and complex, so as to frighten him, and gave him an extremely gentle smile: "Good evening, sir."
That golden ring is not the so-called "teleportation magic tool".
The second after Percy Brody turned the ring, he passed out. Even in his coma, the boy's face remained pale, his features contorted, as if he were enduring unbearable pain. The ring erupted with a blinding light, and layers of invisible chains of light, like serpents, rose from it, one end piercing the professor's chest.
Azuka, who had always been protecting the professor, immediately appeared and embraced the black-haired young man who had also collapsed. While the light was still lingering, he quickly enveloped the strange ring with his divine power. In addition to the power of Zephyr, the god of light and glory, he also vaguely sensed the power of Analene, the goddess of love. The professor was right again.
The Savior expressionlessly stepped over Percy Brody, who lay unconscious on the ground in agony, and gently placed the dark-haired young man in his arms on the sofa. The young man was quietly closing his eyes, his cheek resting on his chest. If it weren't for the light chain appearing on his chest, he would have looked like he was just asleep.
Even though he knew that with the strength of his lover's soul, no magic in the world could harm the other party's origin in the slightest, at this moment Azuka still couldn't suppress the violent emotions in his heart.
Before accepting this invitation, which looked malicious at first glance, the professor had some guesses.
"They can't defeat you on a materialistic level, and they can't defeat me on a spiritual level. Plus, they don't dare kill me for the sake of their resurrection. So, assuming these gods aren't fools, they can only resort to unorthodox methods like hypnosis and hallucinations to try to get some information."
Those smoky gray eyes gazed calmly into space, as if seeing through everything. "Analene, the goddess of love, is more adept at this, but right now she's probably the weakest among the gods, and her soul is severely damaged, forcing her to rely on other gods. Therefore, they will cooperate, but they will also harm each other. Perhaps we can use this opportunity to obtain crucial information."
Everything was just as they'd described. The ring, at the cost of burning the wearer's soul, attempted to seize the chosen one's soul. A truly ordinary person would have been utterly destroyed within a split second, their very essence damaged and succumbing. However, these individuals' target possessed a soul so powerful that even gods would fear it. The gods knew a forced deal was impossible, so "seizing" became "entrapment."
Back in the present, his nemesis, seemingly imprisoned in his memory, looked ready to hunch his back and flee at any moment. "Good evening," the black-haired young man stared at him warily, replying with exceptional politeness. Despite his worry, Azuka couldn't help but feel the urge to smile.
This fantasy world exists for overly powerful otherworldly souls, so in a sense, beyond specific "rules," the will of the other party can determine many things. Just like the black robes on the black-haired young man, perhaps representing the image of a priest in his mind, and the moment Azuka saw the priest, his own script vaguely appeared in his mind.
—A demon disguised as the Son of God.
…Well, in a sense, his nemesis saw through him as always.
To avoid alerting the gods and causing them to relentlessly fight back, he couldn't directly expose the illusion. So the savior in white robes simply softened his voice, "It's so late, why are you here?"
As Bishop Miller said, he was a natural born priest. His good looks, voice, words, and gestures all made the Savior naturally adept at gaining the trust of others—but this had no effect on another person.
Great, death question.
The professor was silent for a moment, then said expressionlessly, "I was hungry and wanted to go out to find something to eat, but I got lost."
He looked extremely righteous.
The frighteningly beautiful blond young man seemed stunned for a moment, then smiled at him friendly. "In that case, I'll take you to the kitchen."
...How did things turn out like this?
The professor couldn't help but stare at the hand holding his. The knuckles were long and clean, and the palm was warm and strong. He had been so focused on analyzing the micro-expressions on the other person's face that he almost tripped over the stairs.
The guy who looked like a demon immediately turned around and supported him. Even after he stood firm, he did not let go. He just held his hand as if nothing had happened and led him all the way through the long and narrow corridor of the church.
In the kitchen of the Cathedral of the Redemption, precious ingredients and fine wines were scattered everywhere. Pancakes exuded the aroma of honey and cinnamon, red wine was crystal clear and tempting, and dark sauce on the gilded plate slowly seeped down the grain of the veal ribs, even emitting a wonderful steam.
Everything was incredibly beautiful, as if it was waiting for him to enjoy. The professor couldn't help but twitch his lips for a moment. He was indeed hungry, and his stomach was aching slightly. But the arrogance that was almost blatantly revealed as a temptation really made him lose his appetite and even felt a little nauseous.
Like an overly foolish anglerfish, I carelessly dangled the bait ball, certain he would pounce on it in a fit of rage.
Another person was asking him very considerately: "What do you want to eat?"
The black-haired young man stared at him for a moment, then suddenly twitched his lips in a malicious tone: [Hot pot, barbecue, spicy crayfish.]
He was speaking Chinese. If something like that were to happen in this damn place right now, he might be amused and burst out laughing.
But the blond young man just looked at him helplessly and said, "Is bread okay?"
"Sorry, please be patient for a while." These words seemed to have a hidden meaning, but before the professor could think about it, the other party had already cut two slices of bread in a pleasing manner, turned on the stove and fried them until both sides were golden brown.
In addition, the man fried eggs and ham with a skill that was inconsistent with his appearance, skillfully skipped over the mushroom sauce placed aside, spread a little cheese on the bread, and then handed it to him as a matter of course.
The black-haired young man who was being fed looked a little dazed, but under the gaze of another person, the other party was very considerate and slowly took a small bite.
"Eat it, it's fine." Azuka said softly with resignation, ignoring the other's probing look: "Is this enough? You look starving."
The guy blinked and then began to push his luck: "I'd like another cup of coffee, no ice, three-tenths sugar, whole milk, thank you."
After several attempts, it seemed that the rules of this world were even more "tolerant" than he had imagined, which also meant that the other party wanted more. He needed to find the bottom line to judge what this group of people - or "things" - really wanted to do.
...But since this guy in front of him is the devil who is trying to seduce him, then it is natural to fulfill all his "wishes" at this moment, right?
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