Chapter 089: Hypocrite Son of God 7 The mortal body fights against the gods.
The God of Light said: "As the Son of Light, you must have heard of the Heart of the World Tree."
Jian nodded: "I have read in the Elder Scrolls that the Heart of the World Tree is a treasure bestowed upon the elves by the world at the beginning of the world. It is hidden in the sacred tree of the elves - the World Tree."
"Yes." The God of Light said, "I have never seen the Heart of the World Tree, but gradually a rumor spread that the Heart of the World Tree is the lost Heart of God. If people in the lower world eat it, they can cross the world and become gods; if lesser gods eat it, they can be promoted to official gods; and if gods eat it..."
Jane moved her Adam's apple nervously, staring at the moving lips of the God of Light without blinking.
The God of Light spoke each word with emphasis: "Then you can kill gods."
Jane's pupils dilated slightly. The voice of the God of Light carried supreme majesty and mystery. When he spoke these cruel words, it was like revealing an ancient secret.
"I woke up when the world was born. At that time, there were only gods in the world, but no other creatures." The God of Light said, "The rules of the world have been engraved in the minds of every god since the beginning. No matter what we do, there is only one rule that we must not violate."
Jane couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"
"God, you can't kill God."
The God of Light looked at him and said, "Even if they are lesser gods, if they make mistakes, we can punish them, but we cannot erase them. This is a rule that we cannot break."
Jane suddenly understood the almost urgent desire in his eyes, and his mind turned and his expression fluctuated.
"The real god in this world..."
"It's just me and the Dark God." The God of Light said calmly, "For tens of thousands of years, we have been trying to kill each other, but the result is obvious. We have all failed."
Jane's heart began to beat violently, and he felt that he was getting closer to the truth.
"Although the Heart of the World Tree exists in the World Tree, the elves have guarded it for tens of thousands of years and have never seen the real Heart of the World Tree. Therefore, this thing has been a legend on the continent for a long time."
It was late at night in the underworld. In the Temple of Light, a large number of scrolls and files were piled around Havelot and Ayabeatrix. Havelot finally found the key one, and in the flickering candlelight, he softly read out the words recorded on it.
"Until a thousand years ago, the legendary World Tree Heart suddenly appeared in the world, causing all races to scramble for it. The world was in chaos and war, and even the gods in the upper realms were shocked..."
Aya Beatrice was stunned: "The gods would actually participate in the fight in the underworld?"
"That's the heart of the world tree." Havelot said solemnly, "Even gods who have no intention of participating in the war will worry about the consequences if other gods get it."
Aya Beatrice was stunned for a moment, then shuddered suddenly.
“The gods are no different from the beings below,” she whispered. “They have desires and fears.”
Havelot continued to read quickly, and the more he read, the heavier his eyes became.
"It is recorded here... Even the purest elves cannot withstand the temptation and corruption of the World Tree Heart..."
"The Elf King wants to take the heart of the World Tree for himself and become a god."
When the God of Light's voice fell, a place in Jane's heart also sank deeply.
"The whole continent was at war, so why did the Dark God only destroy the elves?" Jane asked softly, "You said before that the gods were also at war. What was the reason for doing so?"
With the help of his robe sleeves, he pinched his flesh tightly with his hands, allowing him to remain calm and ask these questions.
"Because the elves are the race closest to God." The God of Light said calmly, "They are born with long lifespans, which is different from any other creatures on the continent. Once the Elf King really becomes a god, perhaps his power will be greater than mine and the God of Darkness. More importantly, the gods of this world were determined when the world was born. If the people of the lower world forcibly break this barrier, it will bring unimaginable consequences."
There was a storm in Jane's pupils.
"So, you knew about this at the time, but you didn't stop it." Jane tried her best to control herself and not let the grief show on her face. "In other words, even if the Dark God didn't take action, you would... do the same, right?"
The God of Light was silent for a moment, then said, "The duty of a God is to guard this world and uphold the rules. All the gods were injured in that battle, and they have not fully recovered until now. I really didn't have the extra energy to deal with this matter at the time. Although the Dark God's methods were cruel, they were in line with the rules."
Jane understood.
He lowered his eyes to hide the pain that could not be concealed no matter what. There was no fluctuation on his face, but his lips were already pale.
He seemed to be torn apart and reassembled bit by bit, and he was amazed that he could still hear the voice of the God of Light.
"But the elves are not innocent. Under the leadership of the Elf King, they betrayed all the gods, including me. They not only want to become gods, but also want to be the only gods. Once they control that kind of power, they will kill all the gods." The God of Light said, "This is also the reason why I did not save them. Their excessive ambitions ultimately harmed themselves."
"Why do you think so?" Jane whispered through her numb lips, her voice as empty as a ghost, "Why do you make such...judgment?"
"They have murderous intentions towards me." The God of Light said calmly, "Just as I can sense that you did not truly believe in me before, I can also sense their ill will towards the entire upper world."
Jane opened her mouth and felt that all words had lost their power.
Gods are gods after all. They make all judgments from a high position and selfishly decide the fate of all races at will. To them, what does the disappearance of a race matter? It will not affect their rule over the world.
They say they are maintaining the rules, but in fact, they are the ones who ultimately make the rules.
Jane suddenly felt very tired. The hope and foolish love that had just been ignited seemed like a huge joke.
How dare he have such expectations of God? How could he have the right to have love for such a noble God?
The God of Light waited for a while, but Jane didn't make any sound again, so he raised his chin in confusion.
He saw a gentle and smiling face.
"I see." Jane yawned. "The stories about the past are so interesting that I feel sleepy."
The confusion between the brows of the God of Light faded away, revealing a slightly gentle look in his eyes.
"Your body hasn't recovered yet, so it's normal to feel tired."
Jane looked at Him and said, "I can now move on my own. Perhaps it's time to send me back to the underworld..."
The God of Light's eyes suddenly darkened, and his voice was extremely cold and stern: "No."
Jane was stunned for a moment.
"Your body can remain stable because you are close to me. Once you leave me, the energy will be unbalanced." The loss of composure lasted only a short moment, and the tone of the God of Light returned to normal. He held Jane in his arms and covered him with his robe. "Don't think too much. Go to sleep if you are sleepy. I will take care of everything."
These words, which once brought Jane a feeling of being touched and safe, now made him feel cold in his heart.
However, he did not refute the God of Light. Instead, he leaned softly into His arms and closed his eyes.
In the underworld, Havelot and Ayabeatrix did not see such detailed records. They only saw that the elves rebelled, and therefore did not receive the protection of the God of Light, and were eventually exterminated by the God of Darkness.
They had no way of knowing the more detailed causes and consequences.
"If that skeleton is the remains of the elven royal family, then what does Jane have to do with it?" Havelot frowned tiredly. "Jane and I grew up together. We have witnessed each other grow from children to what we are today. I am sure that he is a human being."
"Really?" Aya Beatrice looked thoughtful. "I heard from my teacher that the life span of the elves is very long. Their childhood and youth are long beyond the imagination of humans."
Harvelot was stunned: "I know this, but Jane has always been in human form, and if he is not human, the God of Light will definitely be able to see it."
"That's true..." Aya Beatrice sighed, "It seems that if I want to know the truth, I can only work hard to practice and strive to reach the level that can communicate with the dead as soon as possible."
Havelot looked at the scroll in his hand, wondering what he was thinking. His handsome features appeared dim in the candlelight.
Even if Jane had some connection with the elves, it couldn't change the fact that he had killed Jane.
He hadn't been able to sleep peacefully these days. As soon as he closed his eyes, Jane's last look would appear in front of him. Even though he tried desperately to tell himself that Aya Beatrice was more innocent than saving the guilty Jane, he could never get over this hurdle.
He can deceive others but not himself.
When Aya Beatrice saw his appearance, there was a hint of complexity in her eyes. Although she wanted to help Havelot, as a vested interest, she could not say anything.
Just when the atmosphere was at a standstill, torches suddenly ignited in the Temple of Light and the noise resounded through the sky.
"What happened?"
Havelot suddenly woke up, and the determination that belonged to the Paladin Captain reappeared on his face. He quickly went out and met a group of people who were looking for him.
"Master Knight! The king has issued an emergency decree. Western monsters are attacking the continent!"
"What did you say?" Havilot's face changed.
Is it possible that with the awakening of the gods, war will spread across the world once again?
The man was terrified. “More importantly, after the Toyue Forest, which had always been the border between the continent and the Cursed Land, became barren, the Western monsters directly attacked the villages on the border, catching the continent off guard…”
Aya Beatrice's expression also became ugly.
"The Toyue Forest was originally the habitat of the elves," she whispered. "As the first layer of defense on the continent, the elves
After the extinction of the Eldar, the Toyue Forest withered and became a dead forest."
"There is no time to talk so much now." Havelot calmed down and ordered those people, "Issue the highest defense alert and call back all the temple believers on the continent. I will go to see the high priest and His Majesty the King. Remember to pray to the God of Light."
There was no fear in his eyes, only a burning desire to fight. "We have been looking forward to this day for so many years. Don't worry, my friends. It is our duty and desire to completely wipe out the monsters in the West. The God of Light will protect us and wish us success."
…
As soon as the battle started, the God of Light suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes.
There was a golden light in His eyes, emitting a light that was so cold that it was frightening.
He looked at the Son sleeping in his arms and gently moved him to the bed.
Then He stood up and walked outside the temple, his eyelids slightly closed, and the voice of the Dark God was already ringing in His mind.
"Oh, you realized it so quickly?" The Dark God's tone was not without sarcasm and a hint of undisguised jealousy. "I thought you were intoxicated in the land of tenderness and didn't want to come out anymore."
The God of Light ignored His nonsense and said in a cold voice: “You were the first one who couldn’t help it this time.”
"My followers have endured for hundreds of years. Now they are begging me. How can I not satisfy them?" The Dark God's voice became low. God and God were separated by a long distance, and a sharp confrontation broke out. "God of Light, everything you have will belong to me. I swear."
The God of Light's pupils flickered. As an old rival for tens of thousands of years, he understood the God of Darkness. If the God of Darkness had not gained some confidence, he would not have made such an assertion.
Confidence...
"The Heart of the World Tree." He whispered.
"It seems that you are slower than me in getting news." The Dark God sneered, his tone mixed with irresistible ambition, "You have occupied the position on the continent for too long, it's time to change."
As long as the God of Light can be defeated, even if he cannot be really killed, he can be imprisoned in the deepest part of the abyss of hell, so that he will never be able to turn over.
The continent will be His, and the little Holy Son will also be His.
When the God of Darkness thought about what might happen to the little Holy Son during the days he was with the God of Light, his face revealed uncontrollable jealousy and hatred.
The God of Light no longer responded. He stood in the center of the temple, and his vast and powerful divine consciousness spread out in all directions, reaching all corners of the sky.
The Dark God has made his preparations, and he will not lag behind.
…
Jane discovered that the God of Light began to leave the temple frequently.
His strength was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot compared to that of the God of Light, but he was good at observation. He found that the God of Light always left when he was sleeping and came back before he woke up.
It's like creating a false peace.
Jane noticed his abnormality, and her never-ending plan began to move again.
The God of Light dotes on him extremely, and will satisfy any of his needs as long as he does not mention leaving.
If he wanted to read a book, the God of Light would just flick his fingers and tens of thousands of precious scrolls would appear. If he wanted to eat something, even the most precious and rare flowers and plants could be found for him.
The God of Light did not restrict his actions in the Temple of God. As long as he did not mention leaving, He was a perfect lover.
But once he expressed his wish to leave, the stern yet gentle god would turn into a cruel tyrant. In addition to his request being rejected, he would also suffer even more unbearable torture than usual during his "nourishment" that day.
Jane knew that he could not escape from here in front of the God of Light no matter what, so he had been patiently disguising and lurking. He pretended to be a docile lover and believer. After learning that the God of Light could sense some of his psychology, he used a deception so sophisticated that even he could fool himself, and confessed his love to the God of Light.
But even though it was a deception, the feelings that had been given could not be taken back. Jane was clearly aware that she was deceiving and using the God of Light, and at the same time she painfully mocked herself for being able to disguise and use even her own feelings.
His trick worked, or perhaps the God of Light's recent busyness weakened His senses, and He did not doubt what Jane was planning.
That night, after Jane fell asleep, He kissed his forehead gently, then turned and walked out, his figure quickly disappearing in the temple.
Immediately after He left, Jane opened her eyes.
Realizing that the majestic divine power was gradually disappearing, he sat up.
The God of Light was right, his body was indeed dependent on Him, but He underestimated his willpower.
For this obsession, he has lived for another five hundred years. As long as he can achieve his obsession, he can pay any price, even his life.
Jane took a deep breath and dragged her tired body to the gate of the Palace of Light.
In order to make him fall into a deep sleep, the God of Light used more and more force every day. If he had not been holding on by force, he would probably have difficulty waking up now.
Thinking of those false joys, Jane's eyes revealed a bit of bitterness, which was then covered by determination.
He stretched out his hand and cautiously reached out to the door.
The barrier did not repel him.
Jian felt relieved, it seemed that the thing he was most worried about did not happen. The God of Light was just restricting him and did not imprison him completely.
"Wind control." Jian murmured, forcibly mobilizing the shaky power of light in his body and flying towards the lower world.
When he finally landed outside the Temple of Light, his face, which had finally regained some color, turned pale again. His blood was boiling and he forced himself to swallow the blood that was already rising to his throat.
It's still too much of a stretch.
The fact that his current body is able to stay alive was already a huge price the God of Light had paid for. The power of light did not belong to him, and could not circulate or be self-generated. Now that he had forced his way here, not only had the power of light that sustained his life been consumed, but it had also broken the fragile balance in his body.
But Jane simply wiped the blood from her lips and walked into the temple.
Because his breath was extremely weak now, he couldn't appear like a bright torch in the darkness like before. He put on a hood and didn't even need to do too much disguise.
As soon as he entered, he found that it was different from before.
The entire temple was filled with a solemn atmosphere and... a surging fighting spirit.
Night should have been the most peaceful time, but the entire temple was brightly lit, everyone was hurrying around, and all had the same nervousness on their faces. Jane was originally worried that her sudden appearance alone would be too abrupt, but it turned out that she didn't need to worry about that at all.
Because in addition to the people wearing the white robes of the temple, there were also a large number of strangers in the temple.
Royal knights in armor, mages in various magical robes, swordsmen carrying greatswords, and even warriors of different races.
Seeing this scene, Jane suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.
He walked quickly towards Havelot's room, but when he passed the meeting room, his steps suddenly stopped.
The divine power that was deliberately suppressed, like the pervasive wind, penetrated into Jane's senses and made him feel deeply familiar.
The God of Light... is right here!
Jane's hand holding his robe trembled slightly, and he turned around decisively, trying to go around it from another way.
He knew very well that he could not afford to anger the God of Light, even if He acted like He "loved him."
Jane hurried around the corner and suddenly saw a familiar figure.
…
Aya Beatrice walked on the corridor holding a heavy scroll. The situation was critical now and she had to improve her strength as soon as possible to deal with this war.
She was exhausted and not alert. After all, there was no need to summon the undead to protect herself in the temple. What's more, the God of Light himself was here. This was undoubtedly the safest place in the world.
However, just as she was about to return to her room, a gentle breeze suddenly blew across the corner of her clothes, and Aya Beatrice's dull senses instantly woke up, but she was already a step too late.
A cold dagger was pressed against her neck, followed by a familiar voice that she couldn't believe.
"Aya Beatrice, you are a smart girl. You should know what is the right thing to do now, right?"
All the scrolls in Aya Beatrice's hands fell to the ground.
She opened her mouth, and even though her vocal cords were already in front of the dagger, she spoke with difficulty: "Jane...?"
"It's me." Jane appeared silently from behind her, and only the increasingly thin chin could be seen under the cloak. "I don't have much time. Hand over the Heart of the World Tree, and I won't hurt you." @This@work@is@by@
The shock on Aya Beatrice's face gradually faded. She carefully remained still and asked, "Are you crazy? Don't you realize that the God of Light is in this temple?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Jane said in a deep voice, "You have no choice. Give me the Heart of the World Tree and I will leave immediately."
Aya Beatrice said: "The Heart of the World Tree is not with me. Havelot took it away and protected it. If you want it, go find him."
"You're lying." Jane said calmly, "I know Havelot. The Heart of the World Tree is something you have obtained. He won't force you to hand it over, and you won't hand it over to the Temple of Light."
Aya Beatrice's eyes flickered: "Jane, you are indeed very smart."
"So, hand it over." Jane remained calm, but he was already getting anxious. He knew that the longer he delayed, the greater the risk of being discovered.
"Since you know I won't hand it over to the Temple of Light, how could I hand it over to you?" Aya Beatrice said, "You can kill me. I won't compromise with you."
Aya Beatrice's heart was in her throat. She waited nervously, one moment, two moments.
Jane just remained silent, with no real intention of hurting her.
Aya Beatrice's mind suddenly relaxed, knowing that her bet was right, and then cold sweat broke out on her palms and forehead.
"Jane, you know Havelott, but he doesn't seem to know you that well," she whispered. "What are you hiding?"
Jane didn't notice what she was saying. His whole attention was on the meeting room. He could already hear the sound of people walking around. Maybe someone would come out soon and discover them!
"There really is no time left, Aya Beatrice." His voice was filled with anxiety. "The reason you hid the news that you had the Heart of the World Tree from the God of Light was because you couldn't trust him, right? Give it to me now. It must not fall into the hands of the God of Light. No, it must not fall into the hands of any other god!"
"My Holy Son, I didn't know that even now, you are still so afraid of me."
Hearing this voice, Jane and Aya Beatrice froze on the spot at the same time.
Jane's whole body trembled violently. Aya Beatrice could even feel his hand holding the knife trembling slightly. It seemed that he was afraid of hurting her, so he put the knife back into the space ring.
"Why, meeting in this unexpected yet reasonable place, don't you want to look back at me?"
Jian bit his tongue hard and forced himself to calm down. He felt the growing might of God behind him, as well as the rage that seemed to be real, and turned around stiffly.
A strong gust of angry wind blew towards him, blowing away Jane's cloak, revealing his pale face, unique black hair and black eyes.
He saw the gods standing coldly, as well as Havelot and the people in the temple with shocked expressions.
"Jane...?" Harvelot took a step forward in disbelief, his voice trembling, unable to tell whether it was horror or joy, "You're not dead...?"
"Yes, Havelot, I am not destined to die." Jane stared at the God of Light motionlessly and answered his questions.
"This, what is going on." Havilot was not a fool. After the initial shock, he quickly discovered the unique atmosphere between the Son of God and the God of Light, as well as the God's increasingly intense anger.
"Perhaps I didn't explain it clearly enough before, so you misunderstood something." The God of Light locked his eyes on his renegade Son, "You should not step out of the Palace of Light before I allow you to do so."
When these words were spoken, everyone looked shocked.
During the time that the Son of God was missing... he had actually been in the Palace of Light all this time? The Palace of Light that no mortal had ever been to!
"I told you, I have something I have to do." Jane couldn't resist the overwhelming pressure and took a step back, his face getting paler. "God of Light, I'm not a caged bird that you raise. You can't lock up my will."
Seeing him dare to confront the God of Light directly
Such a contradiction and disrespect to the God of Light made everyone gasp again.
There was no emotion in the golden eyes of the God of Light that sparkled in the darkness. He looked at Jane quietly for a moment and then turned to the Necromancer next to him.
Aya Beatrice couldn't help but shudder. Not everyone could face the pressure from the gods. She was almost immediately suppressed and fell to her knees.
"Girl, give me the Heart of the World Tree." The God of Light said, "I will forgive you for hiding it from me."
Beads of sweat appeared on Aya Beatrice's face. She looked towards Jane subconsciously with fear, but saw a white shadow flash in front of her, and a thin figure blocked her way.
"She won't give you the Heart of the World Tree." Jane's voice was extremely firm. "God of Light, you can't have it."
This was more than just a defiance and disrespect. Everyone was stunned by him. Apart from the heavy breathing, there was no sound in the entire courtyard.
The God of Light's gaze slowly fell on Jane's face.
"Jane." He called his name for the first time, "Do you know what you are doing?"
"Of course I know." Jian was trembling all over, with only courage supporting him. He looked at the great god and said in a hoarse but firm voice, "The Heart of the World Tree is not something that any person or god should have. Do you think I don't know what you will do once you get it? Its existence is a sin, and the creatures of the underworld should not become victims of the war between gods."
The God of Light looked at him solemnly, and his previous anger was restrained.
When all the outward emotions disappeared, the God of Light returned to being the heartless and merciless god. He was so high above and yet so far away, looking down at Jane indifferently, as if he was just an ordinary person among the countless creatures.
"You think you can stop me?"
Jian couldn't bear the increasing pressure and spat out a mouthful of blood, which dripped onto his white robe.
"I'll do my best," he said.
The God of Light narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his five fingers and pointed them at Jane. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.
Just then, a black mist descended from the sky and landed right next to Jane.
The fog had not yet dissipated, but the evil and frivolous voice of the Dark God had already been heard.
"God of Light, I handed the little saint to you not for you to kill him again."
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