Chapter 083 The Hypocrite Son of God 1 The lingering God of Light.
【Jian Ziyan: "What's going on here? What happened to the saying that there is no real God? What happened to the saying that no one has seen the existence of a real God in the past few hundred years? Is this God of Light appearing so casually?"
He was so frightened that he stuttered, which shows how terrible the rollover was.
However, 419 did not seize the rare opportunity to laugh at him. It was also scared to death: "What should I do? God did not appear at all in the original text, and the first one to appear was the God of Light! It's over, it's over. This time I'm going to get into trouble..."
Hearing that the small system was even more panicked than himself, Jian Ziyan rolled his eyes helplessly, but forced himself to calm down: "The only explanation is that I changed the race of the original body, so the butterfly flapped its wings, and the hurricane was a bit fierce."
The host's calmness helped comfort the system. 419 gasped, "Host, this is not a drill! Because of the sudden appearance of the God of Light, the level of this world has been upgraded from A-level to S-level! This means that if you are not careful, you could lose your life..."
Jian Ziyan: "Wait, this is the first time I know that the world is divided into levels?"
419: "Now is not the time to talk about that! What I want to say is that after entering the small world, nothing can be changed. Everything depends on you, the host, to adapt to the situation... The existence of God is beyond all your previous cognition, so be careful." ◣This◣work◣is◣made◣by◣
After all, he developed feelings for Jian Ziyan, the scumbag host. This was the first time that 419 gave such a solemn and concerned entrustment.
After hearing this unusual request, Jian Ziyan also became serious. He smiled and said, "I understand. I will try my best not to cry."
Jian suddenly clenched the staff in his hand. He looked up at the vast, ethereal, and supreme shadow, and a storm surged in his pupils.
The God of Light... has appeared?
How is this possible! The gods haven't appeared for hundreds of years, how could they suddenly appear at this time?
Jane wanted to deny it, wanted to stand up and say that this was fake, an impostor, but he knew that this was really... the God of Light.
The light power in his body was surging and boiling, expressing excitement and friendliness.
That was their creator, the great god who gave light to the world. No matter how much Jane wanted to deny it, he practiced light magic and could not stop the desire to be summoned that rose from the bottom of his heart.
This is the Temple of Light, the place with the most concentrated power of light in the entire continent. All those who come here are believers of the God of Light. No one can pretend to be the God of Light in front of them. Everyone feels like being summoned and kneels down enthusiastically, shedding tears of joy.
Jane also knelt down. He lowered his eyes, and his eyeballs moved rapidly under the cover of his long eyelashes.
Don’t panic, don’t panic, there must be a way, this is not a doomed death!
He walked around the world hiding his identity and encountered many crisis situations. Those difficult times gave him the skills to adapt to circumstances and the character of perseverance. No one knows the winner until the last moment!
Faced with this unprecedented crisis, Jane followed the voices of others, humming praises to the God of Light, while trying her best to steady herself, raising her eyes slightly to look towards the place obscured by the light, where the true body of the God of Light was.
However, the light was too bright and intense, and it was impossible to see the appearance of the God of Light. There was only a vague shadow hidden behind it, and people dared not look directly at it.
Jian only took a glance and quickly lowered his head, anxiously waiting for the next instruction from the God of Light. After all, the appearance of the God of Light at this moment would be disadvantageous to him no matter how you looked at it.
What he didn't know was that the God of Light, who was madly revered and expected by everyone, was also looking at him.
This is... the Son of God of this generation? His spokesperson on earth?
If He had not just heard his inner thoughts, He would have thought that he was the most devout believer in the world based on his appearance.
He is nothing more than another person who is using His name to seek fame and reputation.
Little did the world know that the God of Light, whom they revered so much, was actually feeling sleepy and tired at this moment, and had no interest in anything that happened before him.
Because of an accident, he fell into a deep sleep for hundreds of years. During his sleep, his huge spiritual consciousness scattered across the continent and transformed into creatures of various identities. Now that he has descended on the continent, he is going to take back these spiritual consciousnesses one by one.
I just didn’t expect that it would happen to be the day of the god’s memorial.
On this day, He was able to hear the voice of the Son of God, who was responsible for communicating between Him and the human world. He thought that he had not cared about these believers for hundreds of years, and now that they had awakened, He could appropriately meet their wishes.
But he didn't expect to hear frivolous words.
His Son did not seem to believe in Him. This was something that had never happened since the birth of the Temple of Light.
Therefore, it was the first time that the Supreme God of Light looked at a living being so seriously.
A human with a slim figure, his looks were considered excellent among living creatures. His night-black hair and eyes made him stare at him for a little longer.
But...that's all.
The God of Light will not personally punish a weak human being, but He will not allow him to continue to occupy this position and cheat.
Amid the sobs of joy, the sacred and majestic voice of the God of Light reached everyone's ears.
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"He has tarnished the name of the Son of Light."
Just one sentence sentenced Jane to death.
Jian raised his head suddenly, his face turned pale instantly, he stared straight at the God of Light hidden behind the light, his mind spinning rapidly.
However, the God of Light appeared just to say this sentence. After he finished speaking, his figure gradually disappeared in the light, and then the light gradually disappeared.
The sky returned to its blue color, the altar returned to its tranquility, and nothing seemed to have happened, as if it was a collective dream shared by everyone.
However, Jane knew that this was not a dream.
He slowly stood up and turned to look at the believers who were still kneeling.
The believers seemed to be shocked, even Havelot and Aya Beatrice did not react. Following Jian Ziyan's actions, they met his gaze and regained their sanity.
Without Javilot saying much, the angry crowd stood up one after another.
"Dirty liar!"
"How dare you deceive us!"
"You have blasphemed the great God of Light and should be hanged!"
"Get down! Kill him!"
"As the Son of God, he actually betrayed the God of Light and colluded with the Western monsters. Let him die to atone for his sins!"
Although the God of Light only left a brief sentence and did not say the specific content of what Jane did, but for the angry believers, this was equivalent to proving what Havelot had said before. It turned out that they were foolish enough to believe in a liar as the Son of God!
They wished they could rush to the altar and kill this liar who had deceived them and the God of Light for so many years, so as to atone their sins to the God of Light!
Havilot and Aya Beatrice looked at each other and saw the same shock in each other's eyes.
They also did not expect that the God of Light would show up in person, proving that their judgment was correct. Otherwise, with Jane's foundation in the Temple of Light, the two of them might not be able to completely defeat him today.
The Holy Knight walked towards the altar step by step, his eyes solemn: "Jane, stop struggling. You have been condemned by the God of Light himself. There is no place for you to escape in this entire continent."
The altar was very high, and the Chief Paladin saw the wind blowing up the Son of God's long black hair. His eyes, as mysterious as the night, were filled with the same tenderness and compassion as always.
"Havilot." The Son of God spoke his name softly, like a sincere greeting given to him when he passed by him in the temple holding a scroll and was about to go to his daily training.
He said, "Do you really think you can catch me on your own?"
Havilot's eyes fixed, but he saw the Son of God smiling at him tenderly, his clothes fluttering, his elegance dazzling.
"Bye now."
As the Son of God was speaking, just as Havelot suddenly felt something was wrong and rushed forward, trying to grab the corner of the Son of God's clothes, the Son of God raised his staff high, a dazzling light flashed, and he missed.
The wind stopped and the clouds disappeared, and the white robe of the Son of God was nowhere to be found on the huge altar.
Harvelot stared at his empty hand in astonishment. Aya Beatrice walked up slowly and said firmly, "The evil man can no longer stir up trouble. We will definitely be able to catch him and prevent him from continuing to harm the continent."
"The power of the Holy Son is extraordinary. We must not take it lightly." Havelot said seriously, "I will summon the Holy Knights of Light and issue a wanted notice to all countries that believe in light on the continent. We must not let him cross the Gesela River and flee to the gathering place of monsters in the west."
Aya Beatrice lifted her long curly hair, revealing her curvy figure under the black cloak. She sneered, "No matter how powerful a wizard is, his power will eventually run out. What's more, he has a fatal weakness."
Havilot looked at her and understood: "All mages have a weak body."
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Jane used the art of teleportation to teleport herself away from the altar, and the next second she arrived at the outer wall of the Temple of Light.
Hearing the call and the sound of horse hooves coming from inside, he carefully hid himself in the shadow at the foot of the wall so as not to attract anyone's attention.
He knew that it was Havelot who was summoning the Paladins of Light, and it seemed that he was determined to prevent him from escaping.
Jane closed her eyes and breathed slowly, but a relieved smile appeared on her lips.
To be honest, the current situation is already countless times better than he expected. He was prepared for the worst, which was that the God of Light would be angry at his deception and personally kill him on the spot.
If it really comes to this, he will not be able to escape the call of death no matter what.
And now in this situation, he has a chance to survive.
Even though the teleportation spell can allow him to escape danger in an emergency, it has a fatal flaw, which is that it cannot be transferred to a distant place. The farthest place he can locate is the Temple of Light.
Jane came up with an extremely bold idea.
The Paladins have now gone out to capture him, so there must be no one in the temple. He wants to take this opportunity to go back to his room.
He did what he said and activated the teleportation technique again, returning to his room in the blink of an eye.
Then he unceremoniously put all the valuables in the room into his space ring, and carefully cast a small spell to hide the ring.
The price of the space ring is very expensive, and it is not something that ordinary people can afford. Now that he is on the run, he must not attract attention if possible.
After quickly changing his clothes, Jane activated the teleportation technique and disappeared from the room.
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So many big things happened that day that the entire imperial city was in chaos.
People were telling each other about the appearance of the God of Light and the defection of the Son of Light. Either of these two events alone would have been big news enough to shock the continent, but the two events happened at the same time, which made the continent feel like a major earthquake, and everyone was discussing it.
Every tavern in the imperial city was packed with people seeking all kinds of news.
"Have you heard? The Temple of Light has issued a mercenary mission. Anyone who can capture or kill the Son of God will receive 100,000 Golden Frost Stones. That's 100,000 Golden Frost Stones! It's enough for an ordinary person to live for a lifetime!"
“You’re still calling him the Holy Son? You should learn to call him by his real name, buddy! Otherwise, if the people in the Temple of Light hear you, not only will you not get the Golden Frost Stone, you’ll be punished instead!”
There were hearty mercenaries laughing loudly, and the atmosphere in the tavern was very lively.
A swordsman with a greatsword said thoughtfully, "A reward of 100,000 gold frost stones can indeed attract many people, but Jian's strength should not be underestimated. I, a swordsman, may not be able to get close to him. Are there any mage friends who are willing to form a team? If we can really get the reward, we can split it equally."
"Come on, the reason why Jian is so powerful is because of his power of light. He is the only pure light mage in the entire continent. As long as he makes a move, people will know it's him." A big man with a beard said, "Do you think he dares to use magic now? And once a mage can't use magic, who do you think can control who?"
The people around suddenly understood what was going on and became extremely excited.
If that's the case, catching Jane wouldn't be a fantasy! Wouldn't it be possible for everyone to have a share of the 100,000 Golden Frost Stones?
Amid this heated discussion, in a secluded corner, the tavern waiter attentively brought a tray with a glass of foaming barleywine on it.
"Guest, your barley wine!"
"Thanks."
Under the dark green cloak, there was a soft chin and light lips. He raised his hand to hold the cup. His fingers were graceful and slender, which was out of place with the rough environment here, and attracted the waiter's curious gaze.
Once you see this, you can’t take your eyes away.
Under the hooded cloak, a tight-fitting outfit wrapped around the young man's slender and well-proportioned tall figure. His whole demeanor was extremely extraordinary at first glance, and he didn't look like an ordinary adventurer. The bow and arrow on his back revealed his profession.
It turned out to be a rare archer!
Noticing the waiter's gaze, the cloaked man moved his neck, revealing a few strands of light golden hair from his hood, and asked in a somewhat impatient voice: "Anything else?"
The waiter shuddered and quickly apologized: "No, no, enjoy your meal."
After the man quickly slipped away, the cloaked man, Jane, picked up the glass of barley beer, put it to his lips, took a sip, and slowly licked the foam around his lips.
Things turned out pretty much as he expected. As expected, everyone thought he was just a weak wizard who was afraid of exposing himself by using the power of light and thus could only be slaughtered.
Jane smiled slightly. Seeing that there was no more information worth finding out, she took out a few copper coins, put them on the table, and stood up and left.
Some people's attention was attracted by his bow and arrow, and they sighed after he left. Since the disappearance of the elves hundreds of years ago, the once powerful archer profession has declined. Without the leadership of the elves, it is difficult for other races to restore the glory of archers.
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Jane walked with her head down in the most remote and dirty slums of the imperial city.
This place is completely different from the bustling main city area. There is garbage and stench everywhere. Children in tattered clothes ran past him laughing, but gathered behind him and stared at him with malicious and scrutinizing eyes.
The king immediately ordered the city gates to be sealed, and several wizards cast spells to form a barrier to prevent Jane from escaping the imperial city. ☆
In this situation, Jane can only choose to avoid the limelight temporarily. To be safe, she can only choose to stay in the slums and hold on for a few days.
Just then, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and Jane was startled. It turned out that a team of paladins were walking through the alley!
What were they asking the people in the slum? Jane's eyes narrowed slightly. After thinking for a moment, he decisively dodged and hid in the tiny gap between the two houses with his body shape.
Although he is in disguise now, it may be able to fool others, but these paladins live with him day and night, and it is hard to guarantee that they will not see anything.
However, as soon as Jane hid in, he found something wrong. He stepped on something... soft.
There is actually someone in here!
Jian gasped, his breathing stagnated. The staff in his space ring was ready. Once this person exposed him, he would immediately use the teleportation technique!
But he waited for a while, and there was no movement from the people under his feet. While he was waiting anxiously, the paladins did not notice the dark and narrow gap and just passed by.
Jane's tense nerves slowly relaxed.
He walked out of the gap and stared at the person he had just stepped on.
...Although he was called a human, he was actually no different from a pile of garbage. He was lying on the ground without any reaction, his body was covered with miserable wounds, from being beaten by people, and from being bitten by wild dogs and rats. There was hardly a piece of good meat, and even now there were wriggling white maggots crawling on it, making it hard to believe that this was a human.
Jane hesitated for a moment, then squatted down and put her fingers on his neck.
Then he showed an incredible look, followed by an incredible struggle.
This person is still alive.
Even though he was barely alive and looked miserable, he was indeed still alive.
He has the ability to save him, but to do so he must use the power of light. Once he uses it, people will discover that he is here.
……what to do?
He knew that his life was hanging by a thread and he would die if he wasn't careful. How could he have the energy to protect others when he couldn't even protect his own life?
But this is a human life!
Didn't he go through so much hardship, conceal his identity, and endure the infamy just to save more lives?
Is one life less valuable than ten thousand lives?
If you are not willing to save even one life for your own survival, how can you even talk about saving the race of the continent?
A clear light covered the struggling look in her eyes, and Jane gradually calmed down.
Ignoring the dirt, he gently moved the man a little further out of the narrow gap, then placed his hand in mid-air on his body.
"Don't be afraid, you'll be well soon," he said softly.
Then he closed his eyes, and surging light power gushed out from his body, enveloping the people on the ground!
The art of resurrection - Shining Heaven!
At the same time, all the people with the power of light in their bodies instantly raised their heads and looked in the direction of the slums. Havilot, who happened to be nearby, frowned and ran towards the direction where the power of light came from!
Jane heard the sound of horse hooves getting closer, but the treatment was not over yet and he could not give up, so he stayed where he was, listening to the rapid breathing behind him.
Havilot couldn't believe what he saw.
What the hell, at this time, this person is still saving people? Doesn't he know that he will be exposed?
As for the archer's attire, he regarded it as a disguise and did not pay much attention to it.
Even if Havelot no longer believed that Jane was saving people, the situation before him was irrefutable. The light shining in heaven could not be disguised, and the person on the ground who was originally seriously injured and dying was indeed recovering his vitality bit by bit.
Even if Havelot wanted to capture Jane again, he didn't want to interrupt the rescue.
The treatment took longer than Jane had expected, and when it was over, his face turned slightly pale.
He didn't look back: "Havilot, you found me."
"Yes." Havelot drew out the holy sword, "Jane, since you saved someone, I don't want to hurt you, come with me."
Jane wiped the sweat from his forehead, removed the spell attached to his hair, and with his hair and eyes restored to black, he took off his hood and turned to look at the Chief Paladin.
He did not respond, but asked: "Does the Heart of the World Tree have it with you?"
Havilot's eyes, which had been somewhat gentle at first, suddenly hardened. He looked at Jane warily: "Whether it is or not, it has nothing to do with you."
Jian sighed softly, looking somewhat helpless: "I have tried to tell you a long time ago that the Heart of the World Tree is not something that living beings can possess, especially humans. Human hearts are too empty and too greedy. It is definitely not a good choice for you to have the Heart of the World Tree."
"You mean, it's a good choice to keep it with you?" Havelot didn't expect that he was still coveting the Heart of the World Tree. His voice was cold, "You accuse humans of being insatiable, but aren't you a human yourself? What qualifications do you have to own it?"
Jane pursed her lips, and a deep look flashed in her eyes. Before Harvelot could see clearly, he heard him ask: "Who do you want to give the Heart of the World Tree to? The High Priest? The Bishop? Or the Human Emperor?"
"I will give it to someone who is worthy of it. That person is neither you nor me." Havelot took an offensive stance. "Don't struggle, Jane. The Paladins are on their way. You can't escape."
Jane sighed again, his voice still holy and gentle, as if he was telling the will of the God of Light.
"I really don't want to hurt you or any other Paladin," he said, "but I still have things to do and I really can't be caught at this time."
Harvelot stopped talking nonsense and attacked him immediately!
However, Jane only stretched out one finger and fixed him firmly in place, unable to move forward.
His eyes widened.
"I'm sorry."
Just as Jane put on his hood again and prepared to leave, a vast force of light suddenly descended here. The shadowy figure hiding behind was the one who was supposed to leave - the God of Light!
【Jian Ziyan: …
419: ...Wow. 】
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