Chapter 092 The Hypocrite Son of God 10 When God has love, he is no different from mortals.
The person in front of me is Jane, but she doesn't seem to be Jane.
The Jane that everyone knows is gentle and kind. He is like a star that lights up in the dark night. Even if the road ahead is dark, the light in his eyes will never go out.
But now, a temperament mixed with solemnity and majesty was mixed in him. When he looked at me so solemnly, even gods would be impressed by his bearing.
"Jane..." Darkness couldn't help but take a step forward, staring at Jane's face that was gleaming with light in fascination, with a mixture of shock and understanding. "No wonder I always thought you were so special, it turns out you are not a human, you are an elf..."
"Yes, I am an elf, the 48th Elf King of the elves." Jane said calmly, "I am also the last elf in the world."
The Dark God's expression suddenly froze on his face. He suddenly realized something and his face turned paler and paler.
The elves have always been known as the most beautiful race in the world. They are both beautiful and strong. For tens of thousands of years, they have guarded the border between the continent and the cursed land, preventing Western monsters from setting foot into the heart of the continent.
However, this legendary race became extinct six hundred years ago...
It was He who wiped out the elves with His own hands.
There was suddenly an incomparable panic in the Dark God's eyes. He wanted to step forward, but was fixed in place by Jane's gaze. He could only speak in panic, and his tone was more humble than he himself had expected.
"Jane..." The unruly and evil Dark God was so frightened that he didn't know what to say for a moment and could only call his name softly, "Jane..."
Jian did not respond to His call. He was silent for a moment, then turned his gaze to the god with silver hair and golden eyes.
He seemed calm and dignified, but in fact his palms were soaked with sweat, a tension that only he himself understood.
The God of Creation has awakened. Even if the God of Darkness can restrain him, he has seen the cruelty of the gods. The fate of all creatures in the underworld cannot be placed in the hands of the gods.
But his body had long been broken and weakened. He had no strength or influence. He simply could not do anything, so he had no choice but to accept the inheritance of the Elf King, hoping that there might still be a glimmer of hope.
He knew that he might not be able to resist the gods even if he struggled, but as long as there was still a chance to try, he didn't want to accept his fate.
He struggled to live in this world by refusing to accept his fate. Now that things have come to this, even if the God of Creation killed him on the spot, he would have no regrets.
Anyway... He wanted to kill him as early as in the Temple of Light before, right?
Elves are naturally able to sense the kindness and malice of others. They stare straight at the silent God of Creation, waiting for His judgment.
Hemera looked at Jane steadily. After the initial shock, many previous mysteries were solved under this secret.
No wonder he cares so much about what happened six hundred years ago.
Why was He born with a holy body of light? Why couldn’t He repair His body no matter what He did?
Because he is not human at all.
The elf is His most favored child, and treating him with the same methods used to treat humans will certainly not achieve the desired effect.
Hemera seemed not to have heard Jane's question. He asked softly, "What method did you use to forcibly change your race?"
Changing races is something that even He, the God of Creation, cannot do. You can imagine how much thought Jane put into it.
"Is there anything in this world that Lady Hemera doesn't know?" Jane said.
"I know what this method is." The Dark God finally found his voice. His expression became worried, and he looked at Jane as if he would die in the next moment. "Death Return, this is a kind of undead magic, mostly used by necromancers to refine summoned bones, and no one has ever used it on living beings..."
"As you can see, I just refined my body as a skeleton, and the effect is quite good." Jian said, "It is precisely because this is not a simple disguise magic that even if a god appears in the world, he cannot see through my identity."
Intense pain appeared in the Dark God's eyes. He stared at the calm Jane and was speechless for a while: "...This is the method of refining skeletons...How painful it would be if you used it on yourself soberly...You are still the Holy Body of Light. How much did you pay to be able to use necromancy..."
Once the spell of returning the dead to the world begins, the necromancer will need to stay awake for ten full days and continue to refine it in order to change the properties of the skeleton.
That was to break every inch of the bone into pieces and reassemble them. He could not imagine that any god or man could do that.
But now the person who did it really appeared. Not only was it the person He loved, but He also realized very clearly that the reason His lover did this was because of Him...
It was He who wiped out his entire clan, forcing him, a cub, to use such an extreme method to hide himself. This was... because he was afraid of being killed by Him...
Unlike the previous God of Light, the soul of the God of Darkness originally retained some emotions. After thinking about this clearly, he seemed to be suffocating, and his eyes were full of heartache and pain.
His lover is the descendant of the Elf King, the only elf cub in a thousand years. He should have been blessed with great care since birth, but he suffered the pain of his clan being exterminated and wandered around the world, and was even forced to use this forbidden technique to protect himself...
For tens of thousands of years, the Dark God had never experienced what it felt like to cry, and He never believed that a God could cry. But at this moment, He could not explain the misty water in His eyes.
"Jane..." He didn't dare to step forward, and just said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry..."
He had all kinds of reasons to exterminate the elves back then, but this was indeed what he did. Now in front of Jane, he had no way to defend himself and could only realize in despair that there was no possibility between him and Jane anymore.
Jane would never forgive Him.
"If you want to get enough compensation, you have to pay a huge price." Hemera said softly, "Jane, you have violated the taboo of the rules."
"It's already this late, and you still care about your rules and taboos!"
As if he had finally found an outlet to vent his anger, the Dark God suddenly turned around and roared at Hemera with red eyes.
"If it wasn't you who set the rules, what would a few more gods have to do with my soul? Why would I ask the elves to take action? How could I..."
The Dark God's voice weakened, and He covered His eyes with His hands, not wanting to show weakness and embarrassment in front of the Main Soul.
But He could not continue.
No matter how he argued, the facts were the facts, and whatever he said would only sound like sophistry in Jane's ears.
Jane listened to their words coldly, as if she didn't care at all.
He had long known that to Hemera, the creatures of the underworld were just toys that He used to kill time. What was the difference between Hemera and any other creature? In His heart, Hemera was nothing more than a pet.
Even people who keep pets have to set rules to ensure that the pets obey. The same is true for Hemera. He cares about his rules and cares about pets that challenge his rules. Isn't this normal? It's just that he chose the wrong pet.
"Only by facing the problem can we find a solution to it." Hemera ignored the Dark God, just looked at Jane gently and stretched out her hands to him, "Jane, come here, I will check your body."
Jian was not surprised that Hemera didn't care what he said and just did what he wanted to do. He said in a cold tone: "Maybe Lord Hemera doesn't care about my impeachment, but I am also abiding by the rules set by the Lord himself."
Impeach the god who failed in his duty and let the other gods convict him. This was the responsibility that Hemera left in the mind of the Elf King before her consciousness dissipated.
This was indeed the rule set by Hemera himself, but he himself had never imagined that one day this rule would be applied to himself.
Jane thought that with Hemera's coldness and arrogance, she would be furious now. Her own pet actually dared to resist her and even judge her. Isn't this ridiculous?
But Hemera didn't seem angry at all. He just looked at Jane, his golden eyes full of tenderness and worry.
When tenderness and love returned to His feelings, He looked at the world differently.
When he saw Jane again, his heart was filled with fascination and love. Loyalty and disobedience, the things he once cared so much about, now seemed not as important as a strand of Jane's hair.
This is... His lover, His spirit, the embodiment of all His emotions and love.
Whenever he thought of this, his heart would be filled with bitterness and tenderness, making him want to hold him in his arms and kiss the lips that spoke such cruel words.
His lover said he would judge Him.
Hemera only felt an unprecedented sourness and sadness in his heart. As for anger or other negative emotions, whenever he thought about expressing them to Jane, his heart ached and he subconsciously wanted to avoid this possibility.
"Okay," He said, "I won't stop you from doing whatever you want to do."
He realized that he had done many wrong things before his feelings returned, and now he wants to make amends.
According to the experience left by the God of Love, He and His lover should be equal, and He should not try to interfere with or control the other person. Only in this way can He be considered to love Him.
However, a hint of self-mockery flashed across Jane's eyes.
This is the confidence of the God of Creation. He does not think that the struggle of his pets is worth stopping or worrying about.
Indeed, in this world created by Himself, what can truly restrain His existence?
"It seems that my actions have been approved by Lady Hemera." Jane said, "Then I will not disturb the two adults from reminiscing about the past."
As he spoke, he walked past the two gods and headed out of the temple.
After tonight, all races in the world will be aware of the birth of the new king of the elves. It is very dangerous for him to stay alone in the desolate Toyue Forest, and he must leave.
Hemera subconsciously wanted to stop him. He knew that his bones had been forcibly transformed into different races twice, and he was very worried about his current physical condition.
But as soon as He stretched out His hand, He met Jane's mocking eyes.
"Why, Lady Hemera just agreed to my request, are you going to go back on your word so soon?"
The Dark God also took a step forward and looked at Hemera warily.
Hemera's outstretched hand froze.
He knew that Jane probably didn't like him very much now because he had hurt her heart. However, when he really faced his eyes that no longer had any love in them, he couldn't help but feel regretful.
"Jane..." He called out his name softly, with unprecedented sadness in his eyes.
This made Jane feel as if the pet's identity had been switched, and he was the big dog that was about to be abandoned by his owner.
However, Jane remembered the consequences of his last trust and love for the gods, and his heart hardened again.
"Jane, I can help you." The Dark God said cautiously, "You are the new Elf King. Those races may not believe you. I can..."
“No need.”
Jane interrupted him in a sharp tone.
He turned around and looked at the pale and painful face of the Dark God. The Dark God met his eyes but could not utter a single word.
——This was the first time that he felt such a clear and deep hatred for Jian. His heart was suddenly pulled up with force, and the pain was countless times more than he had imagined.
Jane gave them a cold look, then walked out of the temple and disappeared in the scattered starlight.
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【419: "Host, do you know that you are courting death?"
Jian Ziyan: "Thank you for the compliment."
419: "Are you serious? How can your old bones withstand another forced transformation? Your current strength and energy are fake! You are going to die!"
Jian Ziyan covered his ears and said, "Don't scream, don't scream... How could I not know this? Take a look for yourself, have the forgiveness values of those two gods started to move?"
419 was only concerned about Jian Ziyan's life. Now he looked at him doubtfully and said in a terrible voice: "You threw such a big move, and it only increased by 20 points... These are gods. Can they really fill them up before you die?"◎
Jian Ziyan: "What's wrong with gods? As long as they are moved by emotions, gods are no different from humans. It turns out that there is a saying that is true."
419: "What?"
Jian Ziyan: "A wise man does not fall in love, and I have achieved a master's degree all the way. Look at Hemera's example, how cool and domineering she was before she got the love, and look at her now, ahaha."
419: "... As long as you have confidence, that's good. If you don't strike while the iron is hot and blast them like crazy, what else are you going to do?"
Jian Ziyan: "I am the Elf King with great righteousness in my heart. How can I care about their petty love affairs all day long? I have plenty of things to do."
419: "Speak human language."
Jian Ziyan: "Oh, there are still two more on the list of important characters. It's time to go over here."】
The magic of the elves is different from that of other races. When they cast spells, it is like starlight scattered all over the sky. When this bright starlight descends on the Temple of Light, it immediately attracts the attention of all races.
The new king of the elves, who were thought to have been completely extinct, appeared. This title was enough to alarm everyone in the temple. All the people in the temple rushed out, staring at the dazzling light in amazement.
Aya Beatrice's eyes were full of amazement: "This is... the Elf King?"
Such a beautiful scene had not appeared for many years. Everyone held their breath and stared at the figure faintly appearing behind the starlight.
When the true appearance of the Elf King appeared before their eyes, an irrepressible amazement flashed in the eyes of everyone present, followed by a stunned shock.
In the silence, Havelot whispered this most unlikely, yet the only possible name.
"simple……?"
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The author has something to say:
Pat and kiss the babies! It’s okay, hahahaha. I’m just timid. Because I suffered a loss once, I didn’t dare to suffer a second time. Now nothing has happened and I’m still alive!
I hope you can forgive me for having less stomach trouble today, cough.
Now the God of Creation has finally found his feelings, but the elf no longer believes in it. One doesn't know what to do, and the other thinks he has seen through everything. It's so bloody... (Distant View)
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