Chapter 88 The Martyr He slowly opened his eyes
The Second Prince's determination to die was so resolute that his feelings became even more complicated upon hearing it.
He glanced away and spoke as if deliberately testing the waters.
"I can easily take you to the vicinity. But you should know that once you get off the carriage, if you are caught, I will find a way to kill you immediately and sever all ties with you. It will be too late for you to regret it now."
The beautiful son of the gods said he didn't care.
From the moment he made the decision, he was prepared to die at any moment, so such threats had no deterrent effect on him.
Seeing that the Son of God had come this far and remained so resolute, the Second Prince's expression shifted slightly. He suddenly straightened his back and sat upright. Unlike his usual cynical demeanor, he revealed a deep-seated respect.
“I was too young back then, and I only had a vague understanding of what happened and the truth. Like most people, I also considered you the murderer and supported your execution.”
However, as a power grabber, he was flexible in most aspects and could adapt to anyone or anything that could help him rise to power. In addition, he did not have much interest in the Son of God, which led to his escape by a twist of fate.
But even after he did this, he still maintains the same attitude... including now, now that the son of the gods has returned to fulfill the gods' will.
The Second Prince was suspicious by nature and always harbored doubts about the reason for the return of the Son of God. However, he was still captivated by the other's peaceful and approachable aura, which made him trust the other involuntarily.
"If what you said is true, I admire your courage and selflessness."
But clearly, Reinhardt neither cares about nor needs his admiration.
The location, which was the same as that sensed by the Son of God, was guessed by the Second Prince to be inside the cathedral where the statue of the old emperor was enshrined.
Aside from the fact that the old emperor was the most corrupted and should be extremely averse to the divine eye possessing divine power, there is another, more important factor.
That is to place the Eye of God at the feet of a king who is worshipped as a demon, which has a very clear meaning of mockery and insult.
The cathedral, which should have been a public area, was inexplicably guarded by six guards. After settling the carriage, the Second Prince, who was quietly sneaking out of the cathedral in the shadows of the trees with the Son of God, gave a wink to the three maids accompanying him.
The latter, in a stroke of inspiration, placed the six soldiers in the instant the breeze swept by.
The Second Prince sighed and said, "This is the best I can do for you."
Reinhardt nodded, then stood up and walked alone toward the church door.
As the night sky and the Milky Way hung high in the sky, the slender figure of the Son of God and the hem of his skirt fluttering in the wind made him look like a pale light, following the path of destiny.
Inside the cathedral, a series of candles flickered dimly, their shadows swaying as the breeze slowly drifted in. Despite it being the height of summer, the cathedral felt as if it were immersed in icy water, a bone-chilling cold permeating the air.
Reinhardt slowly walked into the room, feeling a stinging sensation on every inch of his skin.
The room was filled with a thick, damp, black fog.
But there was direction in his eyes, a marker emitting a faint golden light, resonating with his heart.
Reinhardt pushed aside the almost solidified fog and approached the point of light step by step.
Fortunately, he didn't encounter too many obstacles and soon reached the spot of light.
To be precise, it was directly above the point of light. His eyes seemed to be buried very, very deep underground, with the king's statue pressing down on them.
That's probably why Reinhardt was able to clearly perceive the presence of eyes at such close range.
He slowly knelt down, lowered his head, and gently placed his hands on the cold floor tiles. Then, he felt a response from his eyes.
A heart-like pulse rippled through Reinhardt's palms, and the blood flowing through his body seemed to resonate with excitement.
He 'saw' the golden light hidden deep underground, concealed in that darkness, seemingly melting and resonating with him, merging into a pool of shimmering starlight, then slowly flowing upstream towards his palm.
Reinhardt felt very clearly a familiar, cold power surging into his body, flowing through his palms to his limbs and bones.
His bones felt as if they were being filled with icy spring water; they were both painful and heavy.
"Damn it." An old voice, neither unfamiliar nor familiar, rang out from behind.
"You damned rat, how dare you come back!"
He sounded angry and was very close to Reinhardt, as if he were no more than five meters away. His voice was old and hoarse, with a hoarse tremor and a slight lisp.
Like a candle flickering in the wind, barely clinging to life.
The king has found him.
More precisely, the king, who had been assimilated into a demon, discovered him.
Just as the son of a god can sense the aura of a demon, so too can a demon sense him. Judging from his two simple sentences, the other party probably doesn't yet know the purpose of his return.
He probably thought he had only come back to retrieve his eyes.
Reinhardt couldn't turn back; his power was returning to his body, and now was the most crucial moment—he couldn't stop it.
Then he heard footsteps. They were heavy and slow, like someone dragging themselves along with difficulty. Reinhardt felt the footsteps approaching.
No, there was more than one. Reinhardt's heart tightened, as if he could hear overlapping vibrations in the heavy footsteps.
It was a terrifying scene, yet he remained surprisingly calm, showing indifference to the approaching figures.
The outcome would be the same for him anyway; even if he were discovered and died at their hands, he would have achieved his goal. Reinhardt now only hoped to merge as quickly as possible to maximize his effectiveness.
Unexpectedly, a cluster of fireworks suddenly exploded outside.
A burst of brilliant light poured in from outside, drawing the attention of the approaching king and his soldiers.
In roughly that instant, the golden river hidden deep underground completely merged into Reinhardt's body.
The chaotic sea of clouds was instantly dispelled by a golden starlight. The king and soldiers, whose attention had been drawn to the fireworks, immediately came to their senses, but it was too late.
The son of the gods was covered in light, and in the light and shadow, his long golden hair grew rapidly, spreading from waist-length to below his ankles, like a skirt, trailing out like a long river.
As he rose from the gradually dissipating turbid air, the king saw his exquisite face as he turned around.
As her makeup faded, the once somewhat childlike beauty unfolded like a camellia, revealing a sense of power and a feeling of profound comfort in the face of this beautiful child of the gods.
Knowing that he could not delay any longer, the king immediately ordered the damned rat to be executed.
The soldiers who followed orders were terrified the moment they got close to the son of the god!
Silence returned to the empty cathedral.
Only the candlelight flickered uneasily, casting Reinhardt's long, golden shadow on the wall, making him look like a judge from ancient mythology.
He slowly opened his eyes.
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