Chapter 76: City of Redemption (XI) Who do you like more? ...
Wen Yin blended into the black and gray background.
The robe she was wearing, which was bright white in reality, now appeared only a light gray in this black and white world.
It blends perfectly with the surrounding buildings and ground tones.
[028, Help me plan my route.] She muttered to herself.
[Okay, host. Scanning begins. Path planning is primarily focused on avoidance.]
028's response also became quick.
[Thirty meters to the left, shadow energy is fluctuating violently. Host is advised to turn right.]
Wen Yin immediately turned sideways and walked along a rough wall into another alley.
With the help of props, she moved quickly and quietly like the most agile cat.
As the sky above continued to darken, strange changes were taking place around him.
In the depths of those originally monotonous black and gray shadows, various indescribable outlines began to emerge.
Some were like half-melted human wax, dragging their sticky bodies and crawling slowly on the street, leaving wet trails behind;
Some were giant lumps formed by countless broken, screaming faces squeezed together, rolling and trembling in place;
Others are like distorted mirror reflections, constantly repeating a painful or crazy moment.
Various whispers and howls began to fill the air.
The repeated mumbling of "More... Give me more..."
Screaming in extreme fear, "Don't come over here... Don't look at me...";
Others are curses filled with resentment and jealousy, "Let's rot together... Why are you so clean?"
They are all magnified dark desires and negative emotions.
Wen Yin's ears were buzzing with noise, and she was rubbing them in annoyance, but the noise disappeared the next second.
[Host, I have blocked these sounds for you.]
028 Speak with professionalism and dedication.
[They can disrupt the mind and trigger negative emotions.]
Wen Yin rubbed his ears and frowned, then looked up at the building wall above his head.
The dark grey walls were covered with sticky shadowy moss.
In some places, black dewdrops even dripped onto the ground, which Wen Yin had moved away from in time. These drops made a slight sizzling sound and corroded small holes.
[Above!]
028 Warning.
Wen Yin didn't think twice and rushed forward.
There was a teeth-grinding friction sound coming from above her head, as if something huge and heavy was brushing against the ends of her hair.
She didn't even look back to see what it was, but just ran forward relying on 028's guidance and instinct.
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The journey seems to have no end.
The spire of the temple seemed not far away, but when traveling in this strange environment, every second seemed extremely long.
Physical strength is being consumed rapidly, and the spirit is under constant impact.
Fortunately, Wen Yin had enough points, and after using countless props continuously, she finally reached her destination.
The closer you get to the temple, the fewer shadows linger around.
At this time, there were no obstacles around Wen Yin. The only thing left was the huge building standing tall in front of him, which looked extremely solemn and cold even in the black and white world.
temple.
The abode of the Son of God, Gahir.
It is more majestic than in reality, but also more dilapidated and gloomy.
The building's cold, dark gray surface was covered with a wriggling black substance.
The temple doors were closed.
There were no guards at the door, only the remains of two statues of the Son of God. They were tightly wrapped in black thorns, and their faces were broken, leaving only half of an empty face.
Wen Yin's gaze slowly moved upwards, finally stopping on the half-broken face.
The flawless outline of the Holy Son Gasiel could still be seen there, with a high nose bridge and the curve of his lips even retaining a hint of compassion.
But the stone skin was covered with spider-web-like cracks, as if it would completely shatter at the slightest touch.
The most frightening thing is the remaining eye.
It was not empty, but was completely filled with a thick black substance.
The moment Wen Yin stared at the strange eye, a feeling of being watched suddenly came over her.
It was as if something was staring at her intently through a layer of stone barrier.
Wen Yin's heart suddenly tightened. She barely maintained her calm on the surface, with her fingertips slightly pinching into her palms.
She averted her gaze, continued forward, and stopped in front of the closed temple door.
The door was carved with intricate holy emblems and scriptures, with countless finely intertwined black lines flowing through it.
It exudes a heart-pounding feeling of being swallowed up.
Before she could ask about the situation in Hall 028, the huge and heavy door silently slid open in front of her, leaving a gap just big enough for one person to pass through.
As if... he had been waiting for her arrival.
It was dark inside the door and I couldn't see anything.
Wen Yin stood in front of the door, looked back at the black and white world behind her, and then looked at the black gap in front of her that was welcoming her.
Wen Yin took a deep breath and stepped into the unknown territory.
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The door behind him closed silently the moment Wen Yin stepped into the hall, completely isolating him from the distorted world of black, white and gray outside.
The space inside the door is still in black, white and gray tones, but unlike the dilapidated and desolate outside, everything inside the temple remains extremely intact and... cold.
Towering domes, huge stone pillars, walls and floors carved with intricate patterns...
The air was filled with a scent similar to the embers of burning incense.
Wen Yin moved forward slowly, her soft skirt sliding across the ground. The sound of her footsteps was infinitely amplified and then quickly swallowed up, making the space even more terrifyingly silent.
Her eyes quickly swept across the empty hall, and finally stopped on the high platform at the deepest part of the hall.
There was a cold throne carved from a huge black crystal.
And on the throne, there was a figure sitting upright.
It still has that perfect body between a teenager and a young man.
It was still the familiar style of the holy robe.
It was still the same face that looked like it was carefully carved by a god.
It's Gahil.
But this was definitely not the Gashir she knew.
At this moment, his entire body was just like this space, with only pure black, white and gray remaining.
That inhuman, empty divinity had almost completely disappeared, replaced by a blackness that was almost overflowing and so thick that it was suffocating.
His originally holy and compassionate face still had perfect lines, but it exuded an extremely aggressive evil aura.
There seemed to be a faint curve at the corner of his mouth, which was not a smile, but a kind of almost cruel playfulness.
The most frightening thing is his eyes.
It was no longer a light golden color like glass, but had turned into two bottomless pools of inky black.
Undisguised desire surged in that darkness.
The desire to control, the desire to destroy, the desire to devour...
And his extreme possessiveness towards her, the intruder.
He sat there quietly, like the absolute core of this black and white world.
Wen Yin's heart skipped a beat.
She subconsciously wanted to step back, but her body seemed to be fixed in place, unable to move even a finger.
The figure on the throne moved.
He didn't stand up, but just raised his hand slightly.
The next second, Wen Yin felt that the surrounding scene suddenly became blurred and distorted, and the space seemed to be folded and compressed by an invisible force.
She didn't even have time to react before she was suddenly pulled away by an irresistible force.
When she calmed down again, she found that she had left her original place and appeared in front of the tall black throne.
The sense of spatial distortion had not yet completely dissipated, but Wen Yin felt her knees go weak and she fell directly into an icy, hard embrace.
He sat directly on the lap of Gasiel who was sitting on the throne.
And that Gashir, who was full of danger and desire, did not even change his sitting posture, but one arm was already firmly wrapped around her waist in an attitude of absolute possession.
The other pale, slender hand rested casually on the armrest of the throne, and his fingertips tapped lightly on the cold black crystal stone from time to time.
Through the thin fabric, a sticky feeling came from the place where the two people were touching.
Wen Yin trembled and felt something crawling on her skin like an ant.
The arms around her waist were incredibly strong, pinning her firmly to his legs.
Wen Yin was forced to sit sideways in his arms in an extremely close and submissive posture. In order to maintain her balance, she had to subconsciously put her hand against his cold chest, and looked up to meet those eyes that were so close to her, filled with thick darkness.
There was no trace of ethereality or divinity in those eyes, only an undisguised, playful malice.
It was like looking at a prey that was destined to not escape.
The corners of his perfect lips curled up slightly in a mocking arc, forming a chilling contrast with his saintly appearance.
A voice rang directly in the depths of Wen Yin's mind. The tone was ethereal and pleasant, but it was drenched in cold malice.
"No wonder 'he' treats you so well..."
He slowly raised one hand, his pale and perfect fingertips surrounded by strands of restless black shadows, and gently touched Wen Yin's collarbone.
"The smell of you... is so addictive and..."
He tilted his head slightly, and the malice in his black pupils became even stronger.
"...I can't help but want to defile it completely."
"Gasir" leaned forward slightly, and the gray light around him seemed to brighten a bit, but it only made his outline appear sharper and more aggressive.
"tell me,"
His sweet but cold voice coiled around me like a poisonous snake.
"Do you prefer the high, cold, and empty 'light incarnation', or... do you enjoy the feeling of being in my arms right now?"
Wen Yin's heart beat wildly at his words and restraints.
The words of the man in front of him were filled with comparisons to the Son of Light and a twisted sense of competition.
She suppressed her disordered breathing, raised her eyes, and looked directly into those pure black eyes that were surging with malice. Her voice trembled with a subtle hint of temptation and understanding:
"Who do you like more...?"
Wen Yin's tone paused slightly, as if she was feeling the cold and possessive arm around her waist.
"But aren't you the same person?"
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