Chapter 79: The City of Redemption (14) Blasphemy
Deafening cheers, dazzling holy light, the desperate faces of parents...
All the images scattered like shattered mirrors and disappeared into darkness.
Wen Yin felt a chill all over her body, and her consciousness was suddenly pulled back.
She was still firmly held in the arms of the black-robed Gasiel.
The surroundings were a dead silent black and white temple, forming a sharp contrast with the noisy and cruel bright world in the memory just now.
And the ray of white light that was discovered from 'Gasir's' heart was now pitifully squeezed between their interlocked fingers.
The white light stubbornly and intimately wrapped around Wen Yin's fingertips, bringing a faint warmth.
Gasiel lowered his eyes and looked with satisfaction at the shock and paleness on the face of the person in his arms that had not yet faded.
He enjoyed the feeling of dragging others into the abyss of their own pain and watching them be consumed by despair.
It made his cold, empty existence feel a twisted sense of fullness.
However, the screams of terror or the struggles of collapse that he expected did not occur.
Instead, there is an extreme silence.
Without any warning, a clear and warm tear rolled down from under Wen Yin's drooping eyelashes.
The tears ran down her pale cheeks and finally dripped silently onto her clothes, leaving a small dark wet mark.
'Gasir's' cold and amused expression suddenly froze in the presence of this tear.
He almost subconsciously loosened his hands that were tightly clasped with Wen Yin's.
The cold fingertips hesitated and gently touched the corners of Wen Yin's eyes, which were still wet.
The touch is real moistness, and still retains the temperature of the human body.
It's tears.
Real, human tears.
And this tear...is shed for him.
The moist touch left on his fingertips, with the heat of magma, caused his already hollow heart to shrink suddenly, and a strange and sharp pain arose.
This stinging pain seemed even more unbearable than the tragic experience he had experienced on the thirteenth day.
"Why are you crying?"
When Gasiel heard his own voice, there was a hint of heartache in that ethereal and cold tone that he himself had not even noticed.
His fingertips lingered at the end of the moist eye, like an ignorant child confirming something new and fragile.
His pure black eyes were fixed on Wen Yin's face without blinking, trying to find any trace of hypocrisy or fear in it.
But all he saw were those amber eyes so close to him.
There was no fear, no disgust, no resistance, not even pity that he was accustomed to.
There is only the purest heartache.
The heartache was so real that it seemed to be able to penetrate the thick darkness around him and directly touch the soul of the young boy who was abandoned on the altar and howling in pain.
"It hurts..."
The person in his arms suddenly spoke, his voice was hoarse, as if his throat was blocked by emotions, and every word trembled slightly.
She did not answer his question, but raised her hand and gently and tenderly stroked the perfect face shrouded in black mist, which did not seem to be a human creation.
The warmth of her fingertips contrasted sharply with the coldness of his skin.
"You are in pain,"
Another tear fell uncontrollably and landed on the fingertips of Gasiel's hand that were lingering on the corner of her eye.
It caused his entire arm to tremble slightly, almost imperceptibly.
As Gaxier stared blankly at the tear, the red corners of Wen Yin's eyes slowly enlarged and approached in front of him.
Finally, an incredibly warm and soft touch, carrying the unique vitality of humans, landed gently and carefully on his furrowed brows.
The kiss ended in an instant, but left behind a raging warmth.
The warm breath then brushed against his skin, bringing an indescribable feeling of soothing.
"I heard that kissing can relieve pain."
Wen Yin's voice was close to my ear, soft as water.
"Then I'll kiss you and it won't hurt, okay?"
Gasiel froze completely on the throne.
The warm lips moved down from his brow, kissed his trembling eyelids, kissed his high nose bridge, and finally landed on the corner of his soft but cold lips.
The dark darkness in his eyes was still rolling, just like the mist surrounding him, and he was fixed on the girl in front of him with moist eyelashes and red eyes.
But she seemed to be doing it voluntarily.
During such a precious kiss, those words, whether cold or playful, suddenly got stuck in Gasiel's throat and were swallowed back by him.
Even the arms around the other person's waist loosened slightly.
On the cold throne, Gasiel's black robe almost merged with the throne.
The white figure held in his arms looked so small and fragile against the extremely dark background.
But 028 creates a special sense of harmony in this picture full of extreme contrasts.
[Host, the white light has indeed expanded.]
Seeing the faint white light wrapped around Wen Yin's fingertips suddenly shine a little brighter, 028 remembered the mission and used the prop [Emotion Amplifier] to guide and amplify the emotions of "Gasir".
The moment the prop was used, the faint white light that was originally only wrapped around Wen Yin's fingertips became brighter.
It was no longer satisfied with the small space between the fingers. The light spread, flowing over the two people's interlocked hands, flowing over Wen Yin's arms, like the purest stream of water, gently wrapping around Gasiel's body shrouded in black fog.
'Gaxier' was still staring at the corners of Wen Yin's red eyes, and didn't pay attention to the rising white light around him.
Until the black fog around him was wrapped in white light, like ice and snow in the sun, melting away.
Gasiel's figure began to become blurry and transparent.
He finally moved his gaze away from Wen Yin's eyes and looked at his gradually disappearing hand.
'Gasir' came back to his senses and frowned. His entire figure completely disappeared from the spot in that instant.
It turned into a soft ball of light floating above Wen Yin's palm.
The outer layer of the light ball is a warm and stable white light, and in the core of that light, there is a darkness that is no longer restless.
[Host, we succeeded!]
028's voice was filled with joy of relief.
[The black fog has been temporarily purified and contained, and the ray of light in his core has suppressed the rampaging darkness.]
Wen Yin looked at the ball of light and darkness intertwined in her palm, and could feel the faint but steady fluctuations coming from it.
She gently closed her palms and carefully held the ball of light in her palms.
"Um."
She responded softly, her voice still slightly hoarse from crying.
After a brief silence, 028 spoke again with a hint of cautious tentativeness:
[Um... the host's acting skills... are really good.]
It recalled Wen Yin's heartfelt tears and the kiss full of redemption just now, which were so real that they could be mistaken for the real thing.
Wen Yin raised her hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips. Her gaze fell on the ball of light in the palm of her palm, her eyes somewhat distant and dazed.
"It's not all acting,"
Her voice was very soft, as if she was talking to 028, or as if she was talking to herself.
"I just...remembered the past."
"In a cold hospital room, alone, counting the IV drip, looking out the window, waiting for tomorrow, which could be my last day...that feeling."
The monotonous and pale ceiling, the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the despair of the vitality slowly fading from her body seemed to reappear in front of her eyes.
The loneliness and helplessness of waiting for the end in silence resonates, to some extent, with what Gasiel felt when he was tied to the altar and endured endless pain.
028 searched the database for fragments of information about the host's past. Those cold records marked as "archived" seemed to have become warmer at this moment.
Its electronic sound unconsciously became much softer, carrying a hint of cautious concern:
[Host...how do we leave here now?]
"It should be... soon."
Wen Yin sat on the cold and crystal throne, her eyes calmly sweeping across the magnificent palace dominated by darkness and silence, her voice as soft as a sigh.
As if to confirm her words, the familiar feeling of weightlessness came over her again, and the darkness in her vision quickly dissipated.
Wen Yin opened her eyes again and what came into view was the familiar roof.
She returned to the dilapidated little house that had taken her in.
There was a hard plank bed beneath me, and a rough linen blanket covering my body, which brought a real sense of friction.
Outside the window, the gray light seeped into the house, barely outlining the crooked contours of the tables and chairs and the shadows of the miscellaneous items piled in the corner.
The sky is bright.
Everything around her was exactly the same as before she was dragged into that strange black and white world, as if all that thrilling thing was just an overly realistic nightmare.
And when she raised her right hand and spread out her palm, everything had an answer.
A small ball of light was quietly floating above her palm.
It exudes a soft and steady milky white halo throughout its body, but deep in the core of that light, a black mist can be vaguely seen flowing slowly like a living thing.
Light and darkness achieve a certain balanced symbiosis in it.
[Host, we really brought it out!]
028's voice was filled with joy as it floated and rotated around the ball of light.
So, what should we do with it next?
[This one…]
Wen Yin stretched out her slender index finger and carefully poked the surface of the light ball.
A warm and slightly elastic touch came from the fingertips, like touching soap bubbles in the sun.
The black mist at the core rippled slightly, without any aggression or discomfort.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the ball that carried all of Gasiel's painful desires and human warmth, and a complex glimmer flashed in her amber eyes.
[Since what is sealed here belongs to 'him',]
Wen Yin paused, her tone soft yet firm.
[Then we must... return the property to its original owner.]
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After resting for another day at the woman's house, Wen Yin prepared to leave.
The woman escorted her to the wooden door, her face full of simple worry. She held her hand and repeatedly instructed her:
"Miss, be careful on the road. Even though the fog hasn't gotten thicker lately, who knows what's hiding in there... You must be extra careful."
Her timid child was clinging to the door frame at this moment, with only a pair of big eyes showing, secretly looking at Wen Yin.
Wen Yin smiled softly at the child and waved.
Then, she turned to the woman, her eyes calm and determined, and said softly:
"Thank you. Your husband... I believe he is still alive and well somewhere."
"You two will definitely meet again one day."
When the woman heard this, her eyes suddenly turned red, her lips moved, and finally she just nodded vigorously.
Wen Yin said no more and turned to step into the street filled with a light gray haze.
Not far away, 028's childish voice sounded in her mind with doubt:
[Host, based on data scanning and analysis, the energy structures of those life forms completely assimilated by the gray fog have undergone fundamental changes, and the possibility of returning to their original state is infinitely close to zero.]
"I know."
Wen Yin's answer was crisp and clear. She raised her head and looked at the eternally depressing sky.
"But if the world could be restarted, could return to the 'origin' before all the mistakes happened..."
Her voice was soft, but it carried a strange power.
"Then these sad separations would never have happened in the first place."
[Yes!]
028's voice suddenly became bright and full of longing.
[As long as the root cause is resolved and this distorted world line is repaired, all tragedies will be erased!]
[Host, come on! We can definitely do this!]
"Okay, 028, it's your turn to be useful."
Wen Yin quickly used his points to exchange for an item called [Cognitive Interference Barrier].
It is not true physical invisibility, but it can form a weak mental force field around the user, making irrelevant people subconsciously ignore the user's existence.
"Time for props is limited. Plan the best route and take me to Gashir."
[Alright!] 028 responded immediately, [Scanning the Temple Guard patrol routes and energy monitoring blind spots... Path planning complete!]
As soon as he finished speaking, a translucent route map marked with arrows and light spots floated in front of Wen Yin's vision.
Wen Yin took a deep breath and activated the prop.
An imperceptible energy wave rippled out from her as the center. She was still standing there, her appearance had not changed at all, but her entire presence was drastically weakened in an instant, and she immediately blended into the background noise of the surrounding environment.
Wen Yin went along the way and saw her portrait on many bulletin boards, with sternly worded wanted posters attached below, calling her "a sinner who prevented the spread of holy light and disrupted the holy scriptures."
She quickly glanced at the portrait a few times and felt that the level of painters in this world really needed to be improved. They were completely unable to capture even one ten-thousandth of her charm.
After more than an hour of hiding and moving around, Wen Yin finally stood outside the towering rear hall of the temple.
It was eerily quiet here, in stark contrast to the vague restlessness outside.
The heavy white marble door was tightly closed, with no one guarding outside.
Perhaps the temple's top brass never thought that someone could break through the heavy defenses, and no one dared to even think of desecrating the resting place of the Son of God.
Wen Yin stretched out his hand with dignity and gently pushed open the stone door that seemed heavy but actually opened very smoothly.
Inside the door is a space completely different from the outside world.
The light was not bright, but extremely soft, as if it was a warm jade-like halo emitted by the air itself.
The air was filled with the ancient and pure scent of incense, which had a strange soothing effect.
The hall is spacious and simple, without too many gorgeous decorations, and only the center is the most eye-catching.
There was no throne there, but a huge piece of warm white jade. The surface of the platform was as smooth as a mirror, and there seemed to be a milky white halo flowing slowly inside.
And right on that jade stone, a figure was sleeping quietly.
It's Gahil.
He was wearing a spotless pure white holy robe. The texture of the robe seemed simple, but under the reflection of the warm jade halo, it exuded a luster like moonlight.
He lay quietly with his hands folded in front of him, his posture as straight as the most perfect sculpture.
The already fair skin, against the backdrop of the warm jade and its own faint light, appears to be almost transparent and broken.
His facial features were still those between a boy and a young man, a face so handsome that it transcended gender and ordinary cognition.
At this moment, in deep sleep, there is even more tranquility and sacredness that is untainted by the dust.
Gasiel naturally emanated a steady and gentle glow from his entire body. This light was not blinding, but it clearly separated him from his surroundings.
It formed a sacred area that could not be desecrated.
This is the embodiment of divinity, pure, ethereal, and supreme.
However, under this ultimate perfection and sacredness, Wen Yin felt that he was more like a unique piece of glass art whose soul had been sucked away.
It seems that with just a slight touch, this perfect appearance will shatter, revealing the bottomless emptiness and exhaustion underneath.
[Host, the target's energy level has been detected to be extremely low, and it is in a deep self-contained state.]
028's voice sounded cautiously, breaking the absolute silence in the hall.
[The remaining time of the 'cognitive interference barrier' is running out.]
Wen Yin no longer hesitated and spread out her palms, and the small ball of light that was white on the outside and black on the inside, with light and darkness intertwined, appeared again.
It danced lovingly around her fingertips, emitting a warm and peaceful atmosphere.
She carefully lifted it up and slowly placed it over Gasiel's heart.
That should be the energy core, and also the source of the faint light in Dark Gasir's heart in memory.
However, the envisioned integration did not occur.
The ball of light simply rubbed against her fingertips, like a cub clinging to its mother, expressing a gentle but firm rejection of the body below that emitted pure light but was cold and empty.
It swirled around her fingertips, refusing to merge into Gashir's heart.
[Host, the energy frequency does not match.]
028 Quick Analysis: [The Son's true form is an extremely pure structure of light, and this ball of light contains stripped-away 'impurities' and is instinctively rejected by the true form.]
028 was analyzing when Tong Yin suddenly became nervous.
[Host, someone is coming this way, expected to arrive within three minutes.]
Time is running out.
Wen Yin looked at the ball of light that was lingering on her fingertips, then looked at the Holy Son who was sleeping on the jade platform, as if he would break at the slightest touch, and her gaze fell on Gasiel's thin lips that were almost bloodless.
She made an extremely bold move.
She leaned over slightly and gently took the ball of light dancing on her fingertips into her mouth.
The entrance of the light ball did not bring any tangible touch, but instead turned into a warm current, carrying indescribable complex emotional fluctuations, quietly lurking between her lips and teeth.
Then, as the alarm of 028 almost jammed, Wen Yin lowered her head.
The warm touch was precisely imprinted on Gasiel's cold and soft lips.
The tip of the tongue pries open the lips, pushes open the teeth, and enters the mouth.
The ball of energy that was part of Gasiel's origin finally passed along the tip of his tongue reluctantly.
But when Wen Yin was about to break away, he came back around.
Wen Yin frowned, feeling that this thing was too clingy.
There was no choice but to continue going deeper, like a pseudo-believer who was blaspheming God.
But after dozens of seconds, there was still a cold and dead silence between his lips and teeth.
The countdown to 028 is becoming more and more anxious.
Just as Wen Yin was hesitating whether this would work, a weak suction force came from Gasiel's cold lips.
The warm light in her mouth no longer needed to be guided, and it flowed continuously into Gasiel's body through their lips.
Gasiel's fingers, folded in front of him, curled up slightly, almost imperceptibly.
The long and dense golden eyelashes trembled slightly, and the milky white halo flowing inside the jade platform suddenly lit up, enveloping his entire body, along with Wen Yin in front of him, in an increasingly blazing light.
The light was everywhere, and a few exclamations were faintly heard outside the corridor.
Wen Yin was about to withdraw, but before she could retract her tongue, an irresistible force suddenly hit her.
As her perspective spun around, Wen Yin felt a tightness around her waist, and her back hit the glowing jade platform hard.
Gasiel, who had been sleeping like a statue, unexpectedly regained consciousness at some point and held her firmly under him with an attitude of absolute control.
One of his hands was still tightly around her waist, while the other hand was resting on her ear.
The cold and soft touch on the lips did not leave, but instead became more deeply entangled as the positions changed.
Wen Yin suddenly opened her eyes wide.
At such a close distance, she bumped into a pair of pale golden eyes that were no longer empty but more intriguing.
It combines the pure form of the Son of Light, and seems to precipitate all the intense emotions and memories carried by the incarnation of darkness.
The exclamations and hurried footsteps outside the hall seemed to be approaching the door.
Wen Yin subconsciously bit the tip of the tongue that was still lingering on her.
The person in front of him paused in his deep kiss and finally withdrew a little.
But only a little.
A few seconds later, Wen Yin felt a heat on her ear. It was Gasiel who turned his head and gently bit her small earlobe with a hint of punishment.
Then, a voice that blended the ethereal and slightly hoarse sounded close to her sensitive ear, carrying a dangerous allure that was almost like a sigh:
"Using darkness to blaspheme light..."
His warm breath brushed against the side of her neck, bringing a shiver to her.
"...then use all you have to pay for this blasphemy."
"Okay?"
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