Chapter 73: City of Redemption (VIII) Gashir
Over the next few nights, the Son's visits became a kind of regular ritual.
He always came quietly in the dead of night and lay silently beside Wen Yin.
Just leaning against each other quietly, sharing the same bed and the same silence.
The cold light surrounding him was like an invisible cocoon, wrapping the two of them in it.
At first, Wen Yin was on edge every night, pretending to sleep until dawn, and was exhausted both physically and mentally.
But gradually, she did notice a slight difference. When the Son of God approached, the cold light that was originally extremely oppressive and repulsive seemed to soften a little.
It's not that it became warmer, but the "inhuman feeling" that seemed to pierce the soul was slightly alleviated.
The compulsive stripping away of emotions and desires in the light also became less intense.
Perhaps it was this extremely subtle change that allowed the strongly shielded 028 to capture a tiny gap.
[Host……]
Another night passed. When the Son of God's breathing became steady, 028's intermittent voice sounded in Wen Yin's mind again, a little clearer than last time.
Wen Yin's heart moved, and she immediately responded: [028?]
[Interference reduced...can be temporarily connected...]
[…The strange way the mission target spreads…is light pollution…]
028's voice was mixed with noise. […contact with the host, allowing the target to suppress their instincts and spread a strange energy source…]
[This is how I was able to... intermittently restore the connection...]
[This might be... an opportunity...]
028's voice became intermittent again, and finally disappeared in the halo.
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A few days later, the birthday of the Son of God arrived with everyone's anticipation.
The entire Holy Redemption City seemed to be shrouded in an atmosphere of extreme fanaticism.
The air was filled with incense, prayers, and a near-ebullient devotion.
Countless people knelt in the streets and squares, their lips moving as they continuously chanted prayers, their eyes fanatically focused in the direction of the temple.
Wen Yin was asked to change into a more exquisite and solemn white long dress. The fabric was soft and drapey, and as she walked, there seemed to be flowing light traces swaying with her.
It blended strangely with the pure and lustful aura that unconsciously emanated from her, making her look like the most pious saint.
She stood quietly in the waiting area of the side hall, listening to the deafening cheers outside without changing her expression.
At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in the passage of the main hall ahead.
It is the Son.
The light around him today was brighter and purer than ever before, almost turning into a substantial halo, making it impossible to see the details. One could only vaguely glimpse the perfect, cold outline and flowing silver hair.
He did not look at the huge ceremonial guard behind him, but turned his head slightly.
That empty gaze, penetrating the dazzling light, fell precisely on Wen Yin.
All the nuns and deacons around, including the old deacon, immediately lowered their heads and dared not look directly at him.
Amidst the silence and frenzied background, the Son of God's ethereal and calm voice rang out clearly. It wasn't loud, but it seemed to resonate directly in the depths of everyone's soul:
"Wen Yin."
He paused slightly, as if confirming, or as if issuing an unquestionable decree.
"Follow me."
No extra words, no explanations.
Wen Yin's heart suddenly contracted, but an expression of flattery and a little fear of piety quickly appeared on her face.
She bowed her head deeply and replied softly, "Yes, Holy Son."
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When she followed the Holy Son and appeared in front of the magnificent main hall, cheers erupted like a tsunami!
"Your Highness the Holy Son! The glory will last forever!"
"Blessings to all people! Celebrate your birthday forever!"
"The incarnation of the true God! Protect us!"
The faces of the believers were filled with extremely fanatical happiness, with tears streaming down their faces, as if just seeing his figure was the supreme honor in their life.
They frantically called out his name, begging for his gaze.
However, the Son of God, standing high above all living beings and bathed in the cheers of billions, exudes a heart-wrenching sense of loneliness against the backdrop of glory and noise.
He was like an icy mountain, separated from all the boiling life below by an insurmountable gap.
Cheers could not touch him, worship could not warm him.
The patrol team marched to the high platform in the central square to receive the most concentrated worship from the people.
Countless voices merged into a unified, deafening blessing:
"Praise the true God! He has blessed the Holy Son to come into the world!"
"May you be immortal, carry out God's will, and shine for all generations!"
This deafening wave of praise continued to impact the pure light being on the platform.
Wen Yin stood behind him and keenly noticed that the halo around the Son of God, which had become slightly restrained and soft due to her company day and night, began to fluctuate unsteadily.
It's like certain words...touch his forbidden zone.
The Son of God's flawless face still showed a gentle holiness, without any change of emotion.
But there was an almost violent irritation and disgust in his eyes.
The holy light flowing around his body began to become sharp and hard uncontrollably.
Time passed by minute by minute amid everyone's congratulations.
Finally, the light surrounding the Son of God suddenly and violently spread out in all directions like an unstable ball of light.
Even though Wen Yin was prepared and the [Mind Guard] item was working, the distance was too close at the moment, and she felt an irresistible cold force sweeping over her, as if it was going to completely "format" all her emotions and individual characteristics.
Her thoughts faltered for a moment, and her body froze in place.
The expressions on the faces of the believers below who were cheering and kneeling enthusiastically froze instantly when they were swept by the cold light.
The next second, their bodies completely dissipated and decomposed like snowflakes thrown into a heat wave, turning into the most primitive light particles and merging into the cold light.
No pain, no struggle. It just disappeared completely.
Those believers in the distance who were not directly affected by the light explosion, instead of feeling fear when they saw this miraculous scene, their faces revealed expressions of immense envy and even extreme desire!
"Miracle! Supreme purification!"
"The Holy Light has returned! They have become one with the Son of God!"
"True God's grace! Supreme glory! Pray for the Holy Light to accept it!"
They bowed and shouted even more frantically, interpreting the overflowing of this terrifying energy as the ultimate gift and salvation.
Wen Yin stood stiffly, feeling the cold purifying power that almost froze her soul, and listening to the distorted cheers behind her, a chill ran down her back.
The Son of God who created all this still stood quietly at the core of the light.
The cold and sharp light around him did not converge, but continued to spread out indiscriminately.
Wherever it passes, all things return to silence, transforming into the purest particles of light and merging into this empty "blessing".
At this suffocating moment, 028's words suddenly flashed through Wen Yin's mind.
The Son of God is the weird source of this small world, and the way he spreads his weirdness is light pollution.
If he is allowed to continue purifying out of control like this, this small world will probably completely collapse.
And now, there seems to be only one way to calm the Son of God down.
Wen Yin bit the tip of her tongue, and the sharp pain allowed her to briefly regain control of her body.
She applied several layers of advanced protective items to herself without hesitation. The moment the items took effect, the stiffness and oppression in her body suddenly eased a little.
Although it was still heavy, Wen Yin at least gained the ability to move.
She endured the pressure of the cold light and moved towards the slender figure with difficulty.
Finally, she staggered into the most dazzling and dangerous central area.
The Son of God seemed to sense her approach, and his pale golden pupils slowly turned towards her.
There is no emotion in it, only pure light flowing.
“Stop…”
Wen Yin's voice was hoarse. Under the gaze of that extremely empty gaze, she opened her arms with difficulty and hugged him tightly with all her strength.
Wen Yin's body was tightly pressed against the other's cold holy robe, her cheek pressed against his chest, which was emitting endless light and coldness.
Although the skin touching each other felt so cold that it almost froze the soul, Wen Yin did not let go.
She instinctively felt that this "Son of God" who looked cold and inhuman must have experienced unspeakable suffering.
Just like those weird worlds in the past.
Saving him is also saving Wen Yin herself.
"Gasir..."
Wen Yin called out softly. This was the name of the Son of God that she had seen in a book.
She barely raised her head, but the intense energy pressure and the impact on her soul made her vision a little blurry.
Wen Yin didn't seem to realize that the expression she gave the Son of God revealed an extraordinary tenderness... and deep compassion.
It was as if through this destructive light, I could see a lonely existence that was eternally imprisoned.
“Stop…”
As soon as the words fell, the spreading cold light suddenly paused.
Gahil lowered his head, his empty gaze fixed on the girl who was hugging him tightly.
There was still no human emotion in his eyes, but there seemed to be a hint of...pure confusion.
The shouts of fanatical believers could still be heard faintly in my ears.
Celebrating his birth.
Praise the gift of God.
Like background noise, it continued to stimulate his inhuman senses.
But at this moment, Gasiel's attention was all focused on the gaze of the person in his arms who was looking at him.
There is no fanatical admiration of believers, nor empty obedience of deacons.
Those amber pupils were clear and transparent.
Only he was reflected.
The original, real him.
The existence called "Gasir" itself.
The cold light in his light golden eyes froze again.
After a few seconds, Gahil slowly raised his hand, a dazzling light gathered at his fingertips, and gently touched the eyebrows of the girl who looked at him fearlessly.
A gentle warmth came over her, and the cold oppressive feeling suddenly faded away. Wen Yin's body softened, and before she fell, she was gently embraced in someone's arms.
At the same time, she vaguely heard the ethereal voice of Gasiel.
“So someone still calls me…”
He paused, as if the word had become somewhat unfamiliar to him.
"...Gasir."
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