Chapter 088: Hypocrite Saint 6: Temptation and the truth.
This battle ended with the fall of the Dark God.
The Dark God was knocked down heavily in front of Jane's bed and smashed into a pile of rubble. Golden divine blood flowed from His lips, and His eyes were full of unwillingness and bitterness.
For tens of thousands of years, he always lost to the God of Light in every head-on confrontation, and each time he just fell short by a tiny bit. However, it was as if there was a higher being controlling him, making him unable to defeat the God of Light forever.
But at the same time, the God of Light could not completely kill Him. They maintained a subtle tacit understanding between them, but they also knew that each was trying their best to find a way to completely end the other.
The Dark God looked up at the pale and weak human on the bed, and his bloodshot eyes calmed down for a moment, revealing a hint of helplessness.
“Although I am reluctant, only He can save you now.” He said softly, “Little Saint, wait for me.”
A vast divine power descended from the sky, and a god with silver hair and golden eyes slowly descended. He stared coldly at the embarrassed Dark God, only to receive a provocative sneer in return.
The Dark God suppressed all the tenderness in his eyes and deliberately provoked: "Looking at me like that, do you think you can kill me? You'd better get out of here quickly, or these traces will disappear in a while."
Those marks on Jane's body were so glaring that they hurt the eyes of the God of Light.
He walked forward, raised the sword in his hand, and stabbed it into the chest of the Dark God in front of his astonished eyes.
"It's a pity that I can't really kill you." The God of Light spoke indifferently, and the glance he gave was icy cold, but in the end he could do nothing because of the rules.
He stopped looking at the Dark God and shifted his gaze to the unconscious human. The tip of the sword, which had not shaken even when the divine power caused a huge impact, suddenly trembled slightly.
He deliberately waved his hand in front of the God of Light, and the power of light enveloped Jane's body. All traces disappeared instantly, and as Jane was infiltrated by the power of light, her expression also relaxed slightly.
The God of Light leaned over and picked up Jane. After a burst of golden light, the two of them disappeared from the spot.
The Dark God felt the divine power flowing out continuously, his eyes were blank for a moment, then he put his hand on his chest and smiled bitterly.
“Has God’s heart been shaken…” He murmured, “It seems his influence is greater than I thought.”
…
The God of Light brought Jane back to the Palace of Light. The vast power of light flowed into Jane's body continuously like a flooded sea, but soon the expression of the God of Light became solemn.
Those born with the attribute of light are extremely rare. Without the protection of divine heart and divine power, they are extremely strong and extremely fragile. Their only weakness is that they cannot be contaminated by the power of darkness.
And Jane was killed by the Dark God... His body had been completely penetrated, like a funnel. Even if more light power was input, the hole could not be blocked and it would only leak out continuously. He was just doing useless work.
However, even though He knew this, He continued to transmit the power of light into Jane's body. At least this could maintain a delicate balance for a short period of time and prevent Jane's vitality from rapidly declining.
The God of Light's gaze fell on the human's face, and he was a little dazed.
The danger that He had initially sensed from Jane had now come true.
The Dark God was right, He was no longer a heartless and merciless God, His divine heart was wavering for a human being, He cared about and was attached to the gaze and warmth of this human being, and could not control the terrible jealousy that was rising in him.
The moment he saw him covered in wounds in the dark palace, if he had not noticed that his life was in danger, he would have even thought of dying together with the Dark God rather than letting Him die here.
But even so... He couldn't bring himself to kill Him anymore.
At this moment, Jane's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened, revealing the dark pupils inside.
The God of Light immediately came forward, the power of light in his hands unceasingly, and asked in a deep and gentle voice: "Have you regained consciousness?"
Jane's eyes were unfocused, his memory still lingering in endless pain. He only remembered the pain of his body being torn into pieces, followed by a strange and terrifying feeling, and then...
Jane's pupils suddenly contracted, and he remembered.
I remembered my body being controlled, and the strange and powerful aura I was forced to accept.
Jane remembered, but he would rather not remember. He opened his eyes wide, his pupils gradually blurred, and his body began to tremble.
That's... the Dark God...
It was the dark god who wiped out the entire race of elves...
What did he do? Not only was he unable to avenge his people, but he was also easily deceived by his enemies and even humiliated by them...
When he thought about his union with the Dark Divine Water/Milk, a strong feeling of nausea rose up in his throat. Regardless of his weak body, he simply lay down beside the bed and vomited.
He vomited so hard that the purple veins on his neck, which was white and almost transparent, were stretched out. Even though there was nothing in his stomach, he vomited until he was convulsing, as if he was going to vomit out his intestines.
He didn't notice at all that he had changed places, nor did he see that there was a God of Light beside him. He also didn't notice that the God of Light's calm golden eyes were now filled with heartache and helplessness.
"Okay, stop vomiting." For the first time in tens of thousands of years, the God of Light felt what it meant to be at a loss. Seeing Jane in so much pain, he didn't know what else he could do and could only try to comfort her dryly.
But Jane's head was buzzing and he didn't hear His voice at all. He was still vomiting with all his might. Blood began to ooze out of his torn throat and mouth, mixing with his tears and dripping onto the ground drop by drop.
The God of Light could no longer watch, so He carefully reached out His hand, wanting to hold Jane in His arms.
As soon as His hand touched Jane's body, He was met with fierce resistance.
Jane struggled to shake His arm, her voice hoarse and screaming, like the sound of crying blood:
Don’t touch me!
He thought he was still in the Dark Palace and still under the control of the Dark God. He would rather die immediately than be treated like this again. Otherwise, how could he have the face to see his own people and how could he be worthy of the blood of the elven royal family!
The God of Light didn't know that the pain in his heart would be so intense at this moment. His outstretched hand froze for a moment. In order to prevent Jian from hurting himself, he had to harden his heart to control his hands and feet and force him into his arms.
Their skin touched each other, and the power of light poured into Jane's body on a large scale, slowly repairing this leaky body.
"It's okay, you're safe." He even used divine power in his voice, "You're no longer there, and I'm not the Dark God."
Jane shuddered violently, and his tearful and frightened eyes trembled as he looked towards the face of the God of Light, and then into a deep golden sea.
"Look carefully, who am I?" The voice of the God of Light mixed with divine power penetrated Jane's mind and was engraved into his ears.
"Light... God?" A trace of clarity filled Jane's eyes. He felt the endless and majestic power of light nourishing his body. Every pore of his body, which was naturally close to light, was happily accepting this gift. His red and bloodshot eyes revealed a look of astonishment.
"That's right, I'm not the God of Darkness." The God of Light said softly, "Jane, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Jane stared at Him in a daze, thinking that she had not yet fully woken up.
Otherwise, why would he feel that the God of Light looked so... gentle?
All the madness just now disappeared. Jane blinked slowly and tiredly, and asked hoarsely: "You... saved me?"
The God of Light hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
Jane curled the corners of her mouth, revealing a smile that was sadder than crying.
He raised his thin arms to cover his eyes, silent tears gushing out. He swallowed all the sobs and also swallowed up hundreds of years of resentment and unwillingness.
After many twists and turns, it was finally the God of Light who saved him.
The God of Light failed to save the Light Clan back then, but now He is willing to save him. No matter what, how can he continue to hate Him?
The God of Light looked at Jane crying silently. He, who was already taciturn, couldn't find any words to comfort him.
He also wanted to kill the Dark God directly. At this moment, no words would be more useful than simply killing that despicable god.
The God of Light has experienced too many emotions in the same human being. His eyes flickered, and he simply hugged the human in his arms tightly, transferring more of the power of light into his body.
However, there was a gentle push, and the God of Light lowered his head and saw Jane struggling to leave His arms.
The God of Light suppressed the distortion and reluctance that suddenly arose in his heart, respected his wishes, and let him go.
Jane dragged her weak body, got out of bed and slowly knelt on the ground.
He bent his thin back and bowed devoutly to the God of Light for the first time.
The god sat upright on the bed, the believers knelt on the ground, and a golden halo sprinkled down from the sky, making the scene look like an ancient legend.
"God of Light, please accept my thanks."
After leaving the body of the God of Light, the power of light that was injected with great difficulty quickly dissipated again. Jane's face quickly turned pale and her voice became even weaker.
"You saved me from the Dark God's hands and prevented me from further humiliation. I have no way to repay you. I am willing to dedicate the rest of my life to you." Jane smiled bitterly, "But I don't know how many days I have left. Please don't waste your power of light anymore."
When he said this, no one could understand the complexity in his heart.
He had lived in struggle and hatred for too long, so long that he had forgotten what normal life was like without these emotions.
Before this, he lost his faith because the God of Light did not protect the elves. He hated the God of Darkness and did not believe in the God of Light.
In the first half of his life, the most important thing was to survive and live to achieve his goal, a goal that now seems too idealistic and naive.
But now he is about to die, and he has learned that the God of Light is not a cruel god who would sit idly by and watch his believers suffer. So everything can be left to the God of Light to solve. What required a lot of planning and forbearance for him to accomplish can be done with just a wave of his hand for the God of Light.
Then, he can rest assured.
The elves who had lost their faith found their faith again and pledged their loyalty to the only god they believed in.
The God of Light sensed his piety and his Adam's apple moved slightly.
He lifted up the Son of God's chin and leaned forward. His long silver hair was like a cage, tightly encircling the Son of God.
The air was filled with the aura of the God of Light.
"What if I tell you there is a way to keep you from dying?"
Jane's eyes suddenly widened.
"The reason your body can't store life force is because it's been infected by darkness, and it's rejecting it like crazy." The God of Light's voice was somewhat coaxing. "As long as we reverse the properties of your body, we can fill this loophole, and you won't die."
Jane's mind quickly flashed through what the Dark God had done to transform his physical attributes, his face changed, and he stared at the God of Light in disbelief.
The god, who was supposed to be heartless, suppressed the jealousy that arose from thinking of the same thing, and his eyes turned into a sticky dark gold.
"I want more than just your loyalty. I want... you."
【Jian Ziyan: "Exchange for a special-grade illusion."
419: "Exchange in progress, exchange successful... Shit!"
Jian Ziyan: “Fuck!”
Before Jian Ziyan could use the high-end props he had bought at a high price, 419's vision was covered with mosaics.
Jian Ziyan had no time to pay attention to it now. It just stared blankly in the mosaic for a long time before muttering in confusion.
"Didn't we agree that gods can't tremble?"】
While some things that cannot be described in detail are happening in the upper world, the trajectory of the lower world is also unfolding forward.
That day, the God of Darkness took the Son away, and then the God of Light came here and asked Havelot to tell what happened.
But Havelot was so immersed in the pain of killing Jane with his own hands that he could not recognize the person in front of him, let alone answer His question.
It was only after the God of Light injected a bit of divine power into him that he regained consciousness.
After Havelot finished explaining, the God of Light was furious, but seeing Havelot's appearance, he still left him a trace of divine power to protect his mind and prevent him from being too sad.
Perhaps it was because of the help of the God of Light, or perhaps it was because Havelot himself was strong-willed, but Havelot did not remain immersed in grief. Instead, he took Ayabeatrix back to the Temple of Light.
Fortunately, Aya Beatrice originally practiced dark magic, and the dark power did not cause her irreversible damage. After recuperating for a few days, she recovered her health.
After realizing that the child with black hair and red eyes was actually the Dark God, both of them felt a sense of fear and saw each other's frightened eyes.
"No wonder the shadow in the west has been stirring all along the way, giving me an ominous premonition." Aya Beatrice said softly, "It turns out that not only the God of Light has appeared, but also the God of Darkness has awakened."
Havilot's expression was solemn, and there was also a hint of confusion.
Aya Beatrice asked, "Are you worried about... the dark god that Jane awakened?"
"According to the news we received earlier, Jane did promise the Western monster that he would awaken the Dark God." Harvelot said in a low voice, "I don't want to believe it, but all this is too coincidental. Even the fact that Jane was taken away by the Dark God... It makes me feel that it is a terrifying coincidence."
Aya Beatrice pondered and did not speak for a while.
"I really don't want to believe it, Aya." Havelot held his head in despair. "We grew up together. He was so gentle and kind. He was the Son of God that I swore to protect in front of the God of Light. What changed him? Why did he allow darkness to infect him like this before I noticed it?"
Aya Beatrice stared at him. "Even though you say it so bitterly, you still feel sad for giving up on him."
Harvey shuddered slightly, raised his head and showed a bitter look: "He is Jane after all."
Aya Beatrice fell silent.
In the past, the Son of God and his Chief Paladin trusted each other and were very close, which was a legend passed down from mouth to mouth across the continent. All races in the Continent of Light were grateful to have such a tolerant and compassionate spiritual leader.
But as time went by, the Son of Light threw himself into darkness and the Chief Paladin voluntarily chose to give up on him.
If this incident was recorded in the history of the mainland, it would surely cause countless emotions and sighs among future generations. However, as someone who experienced it personally, Havelot will need a long time to get to know his old friend again.
Looking at the depressed Paladin Commander, Aya Beatrice opened her mouth and then closed it again.
"I'm fine." Harvelot smiled at her, "What do you want to say?"
"Actually... after seeing Jane's strange reaction last time, I had a vague question in my mind." Aya Beatrice was not the kind of person who would shy away from the topic. Seeing that Harvelot had asked, she answered directly, "He reacted so strongly after seeing my skeleton that I couldn't believe that he had nothing to do with the skeleton."◤
Havilot looked at her with fear in his eyes.
"Although I haven't reached the level where I can communicate with summoned creatures, I can tell their species."
Aya Beatrice spoke slowly, and after she had sorted out her thoughts, she felt a more horrifying fear as she spoke.
"That skeleton...belongs to an extinct race of elves."
…
Jane woke up from her sleep and hadn't yet realized what had happened.
He was stunned to feel that he was being embraced by a pair of arms. After some mental preparation, he turned his head to look at the person who was hugging him.
The silver-haired god lay beside him with his eyes closed. His long hair shining with silver light almost covered the entire bed and also covered him.
The god's face was deep and three-dimensional, and even his eyelashes were a dust-free silver color. He just lay there with his arms around him, like an ordinary human being.
He was so close, and the pain in her body had been alleviated a lot. With the endless power of light from the gods, Jane gradually began to feel the reality of what was happening.
Different from the feeling of doing these things with the God of Darkness, he did not feel humiliation or pain in this process. Even though he was a little dazed, the experience brought to him by the God of Light was top-notch.
Jian stretched out his finger in astonishment and traced the facial features of the God of Light in mid-air. When he traced the lips, the thin and light-colored lips suddenly opened and took in his fingertips.
Jane was stunned, and her whole body seemed to be on fire.
He watched as those deep golden eyes slowly opened and met his eyes.
For the first time in his life, Jian felt embarrassed. He avoided the gaze of the God of Light and wanted to get off the bed and tidy himself up, but the God of Light exerted a little force and took him back into his arms.
Skin touching.
"Don't move." The voice of the God of Light became a little hoarse. "After being forced to undergo two attribute transformations, your body is still very fragile and needs my nourishment."
It was clearly a very common word, but Jane's face suddenly turned red.
“I, I can practice the power of light again.” He found himself stuttering and wanted to slap himself to wake himself up. “No need to trouble the Lord of Light…”
Nourished in this way.
The God of Light pressed his face into his arms, not letting the human in his arms see the slightly upturned corners of his lips.
"Your body is not strong enough to support you until you can practice again. Don't worry, I'm here."
Jane had to admit that when the God of Light said this, his heart inevitably wavered.
It seemed that since he was born, he had to bear the hatred and responsibility of his clan, and no one had ever said to him, "Don't worry, I'm here."
His hand that wanted to push away paused, and his face was buried in the god's arms, preventing Him from seeing the complexity in his eyes.
He closed his eyes, put everything aside at this moment, and enjoyed a moment of satisfaction that belonged only to Jane.
He is not the last royal descendant of the elves, nor the Holy Son of the Continent of Light, he is just "Jane".
…
Although the God of Light had selfish motives, he was indeed right that Jane's body did not support him in practicing the power of light again.
The energy bestowed by the gods themselves is terrifying. The two extreme energies of black and white are in his body at the same time.
The internal tug of war and tearing brought him irreversible damage. Even if the God of Light was a god, he could not revive the dead, as that was not allowed by the rules of the world.
If Jian was not born with the attribute of light, even if the God of Light himself took action, he would not be able to save him.
It can be said that this physique harmed him, but also saved him.
The God of Light naturally kept Jane in the temple, and did not allow Jane to leave his sight on the grounds of giving him the power of light.
After recuperating for a few days, Jane began to think about what to do next.
He couldn't control his feelings, but he could control his behavior. He still had things to do and couldn't indulge in meaningless love.
Although he was attracted to the God of Light, he still had a bit of defense in his heart. Jane thought it would take some testing to decide whether he should let go of it.
That's right, even when facing the supreme God, the being he admired and believed in, he still couldn't trust him completely. His suspicion and scrutiny had been ingrained in his bones and blood. That was just the kind of person he was.
Jane felt a little sad, and he once again realized that this was the kind of person he was.
The God of Light was very sensitive to his mood changes. He put down the book in his hand, lowered his head, and looked at the person sitting in his arms: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Jane seemed submissive. "Can I ask you a question?"
The God of Light sat up straight and stared at him seriously: "You ask."
Jane suppressed her emotions and pretended to be curious: "What happened six hundred years ago?"
The God of Light's eyes darkened, and he asked slowly, "Why are you asking this question suddenly?"
"This is something that happened between gods. Who in the lower world wouldn't be curious?" Jane said naturally, "And I saw in the files of the Temple of Light that the elves, who were once famous on the continent, also became extinct during that period."
The God of Light looked far away, and after a turn, he returned to Jian Ziyan and said, "This matter is not a secret. Since you want to know, I will tell you."
Jane's back stiffened imperceptibly for a moment, and a hint of nervousness flashed across her eyes.
Finally, we know... the truth of that year.
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The author has something to say:
It’s not that I don’t want to write anymore, it’s just that I think it’s appropriate to end here (No)
I changed to a new keyboard and I'm not used to it, so there may be some inexplicable typos. I will check them later, but if they are few and do not affect the reading, I may not change them, because I am afraid that I will be locked if I review it again_(:з」∠)_
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