Chapter 33: It’s so hard to move to a new house*…
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As the beast god's fingertips approached, deep red blood shone in front of me, declaring the authority to deprive life.
But just before it touched me, an equally dazzling light suddenly burst out. The two forces eroded each other, making a sizzling sound like grilling meat on an iron plate.
A false illusion appeared behind me. The golden-haired, blue-eyed god opened his eyes, lowered his hands and held me in his arms. He coldly stared at the lunatic who dared to offend him. A cold light flashed in the eyes of the beast god. A hideous image also appeared behind him.
The huge wild beast roars to the sky. It has the head of a lion, the body of an elephant, the limbs of a cheetah, and the scales of a fish. If you look closely, you can find more physical features of different animals, all integrated into one, forming a ferocious and hideous image.
"Don't think that the Lord of Light can save you. I am a true god, and you only have a trace of power!"
Along with the roar, the beast god released more divine power. The wild beast excitedly waved its tail and directly tore Samuel's figure apart.
The giant beast howled to the sky and approached me excitedly, until he found that I had no reaction.
I stared at him with a dead look in my eyes. The beast god realized that something was wrong, stopped roaring, and was half-believing and half-doubting.
"Are you hiding something else?"
I sighed softly and felt extremely sympathetic towards him.
"It seems that not only the previous Beast God is not very smart, but your brain is also quite pathetic. Don't you know that breaking the power bestowed by God is equivalent to provocation and will be stared at by the deity?"
He was stunned for a moment, obviously confused.
So I say that these muscle brains should be prohibited from participating in the war of gods. The last beast god was able to beat himself to death, and this time he simply provoked Samuel directly. Isn't this just waiting to be beaten?
The Beast God then slowly realized something: "Who are you and why do you know this?"
He stared at me warily, his expression full of hostility. It was the same face, but I liked the wolf cub's golden eyes better than his scarlet eyes.
Facing his question, I just walked towards him step by step. The god symbolizing wildness retreated step by step in front of me with an extremely stiff expression.
He is a god but he is afraid of people at this moment. It must be said that the two-headed ogre who tried his best to revive is just a coward. He can never become a true god.
Out of pity for the loser, I don't mind answering his question: "Who do you want to know about me?"
I have been with them since their first breath, the end and the beginning of time, the end and the beginning of everything. I am death, sleep, and silence.
And now, I am the Son of the Lord of Light.
The morning light, brighter than gold, poured down, enveloping us. It healed all the marks on the knight and me, but it was like a rain of thousands of swords, piercing through the bodies of all the two-headed ogres.
Large patches of blood bloomed, and before they could even utter a wail, the two-headed ogres had already died one after another.
The light is compassionate, the light is angry. It heals everything, and it destroys everything.
No one would choose to offend Samuel in this situation where the Glorious Church is the only one in power. Even a stupid beast would realize the actual gap between the two sides after seeing this scene.
The beast god turned around and fled without hesitation. Guang Yu wanted to catch up, but the beast god was so fast that I could even see the light pause for a moment. The movement was not big, but full of shock.
I should have smiled now, but the gazes that followed made it hard to smile.
This was not a simple illusion from the blessing ceremony. It was a real gaze from the gods. There was a heavy weight on my shoulders, and the light enveloped me, entangled like human body temperature.
His sighs were like the wind blowing across the grassland, brushing past my ears.
"Go, my child."
“I will grant you the power to kill all beings who blaspheme God, whether they are gods or humans. The light will follow you like a shadow, protecting your path.”
New strength spreads within my body, and light bestows new blessings upon me.
Logically, I should be moved or express my awe, but I really want to roll my eyes.
Samuel. How long has it been? Can you be kind enough to steal my words?
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All stories seem to be very long when they are told from the beginning.
It was an era when death and sleep dominated the world. People slept in death and regarded sleep as another kind of death. Gods in black robes walked silently in every corner of the land, looking for the dead like crows and bringing back their souls.
Until one day, He picked up a child.
The other person had brilliant blond hair and deep blue eyes, which was too brilliant in an era when black was considered beautiful, so it was not well received.
As if to prove this. This child had been abandoned since birth, he was seriously injured and on the verge of death. The black-robed god came in front of him, looking down at the pale and thin face. He silently waited for the end of life, ready to be the guide on his last journey.
Unexpectedly, the child grabbed hold of His robe.
He raised his head reluctantly, trying to speak hoarsely. His cracked lips opened and closed, only making hoarse "ahhh" sounds. Hunger and pain had taken away all his strength, and only that hand tightly grasped the robe of the god, fearing that the other party would escape.
This is something that should not have happened.
Mortals cannot touch gods. The only possibility is that this child has the blood of gods in his body, and he is destined to join the war for the throne of gods in the future - provided that he does not die today.
His straw-like hair was covered in mud, his entire body was covered in blood, and his face could not be seen at all.
Even so, those blue eyes were still full of desire for life. He was far less powerful than the later glory, so weak and pale. But he had the brightest point: he wanted to live, more than anyone else.
The black-robed god's heart moved, he leaned over and stared at him, and asked softly: "Do you want to live? Even if it costs you everything?"
The child nodded vigorously, the arc was weak and slow. He didn't say anything, but every movement was answering without hesitation: "It doesn't matter if I sacrifice my soul, I want to live, more than anyone else!"
Since he wants to live so much, why shouldn't I help him?
The god at that time just thought so. He needed a weapon, and the child in front of him was a good choice.
He gave him the possibility to live, and he gave back everything he had.
Then the god bent down, and his black robe gently slid over the back of the other's hand. His voice was more distant and deep than a dream, like the quietly flowing Styx.
"I will grant you the power to kill all creatures who blaspheme God. No matter if they are gods or humans."
"Death will follow you everywhere, but you will never fear it again. For I hold your soul in my hands."
——This is how I met Samuel.
At that moment, young Samuel stared at me blankly, with a fanatical flame burning in his eyes.
I cannot describe what it was, but there is no doubt that from that moment on, I started a fire that burned for thousands of years until He and I were consumed.
It was not until much later that I understood that the flame was called desire.
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Actually, at that time, I never thought that I would be burned to death by this fire, so I just burned to death. After all, from a certain perspective, this can be regarded as the horn of leaving work.
But after burning me to death, you told other believers what I said to you. Isn't that a bit too much?
I really wanted to take a look at Bai Semur, but considering the difference in our current power, I held back.
The Lord of Light was keenly aware of my reaction. His gaze stayed on me for a few seconds. Based on my understanding of this kid, He was probably wondering what this little believer was thinking.
If He is the Lord of Darkness, He should have started using mind reading by now.
But unfortunately, although the Lord of Light has more than a hundred eyes, he is very proud of one thing, which is that he never uses magic to spy on human thoughts.
According to His words, His mind is fully capable of mind-reading, so I don’t have to worry about His hearing my thoughts.
As I thought, Samuel quickly withdrew his gaze and his figure disappeared into the air.
The time that God can descend is very short. If this body was not for God's favored body, He might not be able to transmit even this trace of consciousness.
After He left, I was the only one left on the field. While the knights were still asleep, I quickly ran to Andy and Anka.
The blood soaked the ground, presenting a swollen dark red. Looking closely, it really makes people feel a little pitiful. Fortunately, I prepared for them in advance, otherwise they would have reported to Samuel's kingdom of God by now.
According to the magic book, I should now prepare seven kinds of plants and petals that symbolize death, the Philosopher's Stone that symbolizes resurrection, and a standard resurrection magic circle. Chant the resurrection spell for seven days and seven nights until the Styx responds, then I can retrieve the souls of the deceased, put them into the healed body, and then achieve resurrection.
But there are no such conditions now, and I am the God of Death, so I just put their bodies together.
Thanks to the divine power sponsored by the Lord of Light during the blessing ceremony, I can now cast the divine art of light. Otherwise, according to the current situation, it would be really difficult for me to find needles and threads.
After I cast a few healing spells, the two corpses looked fine at least from the outside, and then I crushed the grass and sprinkled it on their bodies. The magic circle was drawn with their blood, which saved materials.
As for whether this is a bit inhumane? It doesn't matter, they don't know anyway.
I squatted down and started mumbling. Of course, this part was mainly for the atmosphere. Because the next second, I changed my vest with a click.
The blue progress bar surged, with two small buttons floating below.
Although I really wanted to play in real life, I had something serious to do this time. Therefore, I just glanced at the exit button reluctantly and resolutely chose to continue advancing the progress bar.
When the progress bar was fully loaded, the loading scene in front of me quietly shattered. The blue background permeated into a deep black, and then a blood-red. I opened my eyes and met a pair of dark eyes.
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