Chapter 096 Hypocrite Saint 14 I once loved you.
The moment Jane closed his eyes, Hemera's aura surged, overturning the surrounding land and trees, creating a terrifying air wave.
If He is allowed to continue like this, the remaining remains of Tuoyue Forest will be destroyed.
At this moment, a black mist fell from the sky and suppressed all the surrounding air waves.
The Dark God emerged from the black fog with a handsome, evil, yet stern face. His bloodshot eyes looked at the person in Hemera's arms, and were immediately filled with overwhelming heartache and rage.
"Hemera, is this the person you are protecting?" He said softly, walking towards them step by step.
You are too weak, leave Him to me."
During this period, Hemera stopped devouring the divine souls, which gave him time to strengthen himself. Now his divine power is no weaker than that of Hemera, the main soul.
The process of a divine soul devouring another divine soul is not easy, but He persisted, just for this moment, He can stand in front of the main soul openly and take back His beloved one, instead of being like a stray dog, relying on the self-sacrifice of His lover to barely survive.
When he thought of how his elf had kissed Hemera in order to hold her back and let him leave, he could not control the desire for violence and destruction in his heart. Now, seeing the elf falling into Hemera's arms, the whites of his eyes turned the same red as his eyeballs.
Facing the Dark God's provocation, Hemera did not even raise his head. He lowered his snow-white eyelashes, stared at the face of the person in his arms, and said softly: "You don't understand anything at all."
The Dark God's expression froze. After realizing that these words were directed at him, his face changed and he instantly had a bad premonition.
He pursed his lips, strode to them, half-knelt down and stretched out his hand.
His fingertips froze for a moment between Jane's brows, as if he wanted to touch her very much. However, remembering the hateful look Jane gave him before they parted last time, he stopped himself and instead extended a ray of divine power.
Hemera did not look at him, nor did he stop his actions. He just stared at Jane's face intently, as if this was the only thing left in his world.
No matter how the Dark God's expression changed from solemn to incredible, and then from incredible to sad rage, he did not react at all. It was not until the Dark God repeated his old path of losing control and the surging aura almost destroyed the forest that he spoke softly.
"This is his home. Are you sure you want to destroy it?"
The Dark God's furious momentum suddenly stagnated, and the energy wave was retracted into His body. He trembled all over, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Hemera intently, gritting his teeth and speaking word by word: "What is going on?"
"I was wrong." Hemera's voice was very light, as if all her strength was used to suppress some kind of explosive emotion. Any more would break the current fragile balance. "I thought I was the God of Creation, I was omnipotent, and there was nothing in this world that I couldn't do, but I was wrong."
"How did his body become like this?" The Dark God ignored him and asked persistently, "Didn't you use the power of light to fill his gaps before? What's going on now?"
"...He said that I made him see clearly his own stupidity and arrogance, but in fact, I was the one who was truly stupid and arrogant. It was he who made me see clearly this." Hemera seemed to have not heard what He said. Things that he had not realized for tens of thousands of years suddenly became very clear at this moment. "We thought that what we were doing to him was good, but what we wanted to give him was actually a kind of coercion and bondage to him. You and I have never really understood him."
The Dark God felt dizzy. He seemed to have figured out something, but he understood nothing.
"Don't you understand yet?"
Hemera finally raised her eyes and looked at the Dark God. It was more like she was talking to another "herself" rather than to the Dark God.
"He knew from the beginning what the consequences would be if he forcibly inherited the Elf King's legacy, but he still did it because from his point of view, this was the only way to go."
Hemera's voice faded away.
"He became like this because of me and you. We forced him to this point."
He finally figured out a lot of things, but this was achieved at the cost of Jian's life. He used his life to tell Him that he was not the supreme creator god, but just a mortal who was at a loss and moved by emotions when facing his dying lover.
"This is impossible." The Dark God gritted his teeth, his face full of ferocity, "We are gods, how can we not be able to save an elf? I don't believe it... I don't believe it!"
He suddenly raised his hand and wanted to inject his divine power into Jane, but then he froze and glared at Hemera fiercely: "What he needs is the power of light. What are you waiting for? Save him!"
Hemera remained motionless, facing the roar and tearing of the Dark God, his eyes were empty, as if he was already dead.
“It’s useless.” His voice was as soft as a whisper. “I made rules that cannot be violated, but I am restricted by them. Just like you wiped out the elves back then, but now you regret not being able to save the life of the last elf… Everything was predetermined from the beginning. Neither I, nor you, nor Jane, we can escape.”
"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't care about your rules. He is going to die in front of us now. How can we not save him?" The Dark God grabbed Hemera's collar and almost ate her alive. "Will you save her or not? If you don't, I will!"
Having said that, He reached out to snatch the person away, but Hemera acted instantly and held Jane firmly in his arms.
“I will save him. I…” His Adam’s apple moved, and he closed his eyes and swallowed an unspeakable sob, “…why wouldn’t I want to save him?”
He lowered his head and buried his face deep in the top of Jane's head. Then, without even caring about the wasted divine power, his entire body began to radiate a faint golden light, ensuring that every inch of skin that came into contact with the person in his arms could receive the baptism of the power of light.
As if He was afraid that someone would come and snatch the person from His arms, He held him tightly, not wanting anyone to see His true expression.
The Dark God stared at them steadily, his brows were fierce and anxious, all the muscles in his body were tense, and his cheeks were even twitching slightly. It was obvious that if he had not used all his strength to suppress himself, he would have already made a move to snatch people away. This scene pierced his eyes fiercely, but he could do nothing.
He hated it countless times. They were both divine souls, but why was he the god in charge of darkness, while the other was the god of light who was born to be useful to him?
When his hatred reached its peak, he was slightly stunned.
He remembered what Hemera had just said.
"Everything was predetermined at the beginning."
The Dark God trembled slightly.
He is the God of Darkness. When the elves tried to break the rules, he punished the world by annihilating their race. Then he fell madly in love with a human and wanted to infect him with the power of darkness. However, this human turned out to be the heir of an elf who was struggling and dying after his race was exterminated by him.
Then He tried His best to devour the souls of other gods, wanting to give him firm protection and support, wanting to tell him that he didn't need to be afraid of Hemera anymore. However, because of the hatred of the previous genocide, no matter what He did, he was regarded as a discarded shoe by the other party.
He loved him so much, but the power he possessed was of no use in saving him.
He so desired power to protect him, yet he was afraid that he would become a second Hemera.
It seemed like everything was going wrong from the very first step.
No matter how much He fought and struggled, He could not escape this final outcome.
The Dark God's eyes became dazed, mixed with deep fear.
Feeling that His breath had changed, Hemera raised her head slightly, looked at Him with vast and sad eyes, and sighed: "It seems that you understand."
The Dark God fell to the ground, his face pale and his eyes dull.
Doesn’t He actually not understand?
He is also a god, how could he not understand?
But He just wasn't willing to believe it.
Hemera continued to inject the power of light into Jane's body without stopping. This amount was enough to make any holy body of light explode.
However, such surging power entering Jane's body was like raindrops falling into the sea, as much as was poured in would flow out, just like a broken container that would never be filled.
Hemera did not stop, but both she and the Dark God knew that it was useless.
Jane had forcibly broken the rules many times in order to gain power, and now even with the two most powerful gods in the world guarding him and doing their best to save him, there was nothing they could do.
God is not omnipotent, and they cannot resurrect the dead, just as they cannot reverse what has already happened.
Hemera finally felt the fear of impending loss. He hated the rules he had set for the world, but Jane was a creature born under his rules, and even he could not reverse these rules.
The words just now were spoken to the God of Darkness, but even more so to Himself.
The god who was high above and made the rules finally succumbed to his own rules.
The desolate and silent Touyue Forest was nothing compared to the despair and regret in the hearts of the two arrogant gods.
God finally stepped down from the altar and opened his eyes to see the world, but it was too late.
"No..."↓
In the silence, the dark god's soft whisper broke the atmosphere of despair.
He raised his eyes, and for the first time, without mockery, fear, or anger, he looked at another Himself so calmly.
"There is one last method. It may not work, but you can try it."
Hemera's body trembled, and there was a mixture of sadness and understanding in her eyes when she looked at Him.
"You know what I want to say, right?" The Dark God said, "I was originally a part of you that was split off, and a very powerful part. As long as I don't return, you will never be able to return to being the true God of Creation."
"But once you return, your consciousness will merge with mine, just like the God of Light." Hemera stared at Him, "You spent so much effort to escape from me, and used so much effort to devour the soul to strengthen yourself, but now you are willing to return?"
"My efforts... compared to his life, what are they worth?" The Dark God lowered his eyes to look at Jian. Under the cover of thick black eyelashes, the blood-red pupils shone with deep tenderness. "Besides, my life was originally saved by him. Going back further, this life was originally owed to him. Now I am happy to return it to him."
"This is the only way we can try now." He looked at Hemera seriously, "Whether it succeeds or not, we must try it."
"Okay," Hemera said.
He really didn't intend to devour the Dark God again, because he could see that Jane's original intention in saving the Dark God had nothing to do with personal love. Jane had always wanted to use the Dark God to restrain him.
Since he wanted to, he would do it. So no matter whether the Dark God devoured other gods like crazy or grew stronger to fight against him, he would not care. This was just because it was Jane's hope.
But now that the Dark God has voluntarily returned to save Jane's life, He does not feel the slightest joy.
It was just a helpless attempt after being forced into a desperate situation.
Thanks to the Dark God's willingness, the soul-fusion process, which should have been full of danger, became unusually smooth.
The Dark God gave up his control over the divine heart and power, and his body turned into wisps of black mist, gradually merging into Hemera's body.
This process was terrifying for a god who was used to controlling everything, but the Dark God did not show the slightest bit of strange expression from beginning to end. He just looked at Jane with gentle and sad eyes, letting his figure become lighter and lighter.
Hemera closed her eyes, and her hair began to turn black little by little from the roots. Her power continued to increase. Even though she did not release any aura, all living beings in the world were touched and showed awe.
Everyone could feel that the God who created the world and gave them life had returned.
He came to the continent again, just as he first descended into this chaotic space, with supreme majesty.
Just before his figure was about to completely disappear, leaving only a ghostly shadow, the Dark God revealed a look of pain in his eyes.
"When I think that I will never see you again, I feel so miserable." He leaned down tremblingly, and put his forehead close to the spirit whose voice He would never hear again. "I am so reluctant, I am unwilling, but I have no choice."
"Jane, my spirit, my love, from now on I am the wind and rain, the morning dew and the setting sun. I am among all things around you, protecting you and loving you forever." The shadow's hand finally dared to touch Jane's pale cheek, full of incomparable attachment, "You have to survive, please, survive."
After saying this, the shadow completely dissipated in the air, and Hemera suddenly opened her eyes.
His golden pupils shine as bright as the sun, or perhaps He is the sun itself.
The next second after the successful fusion of the soul and spirit, He changed the way He injected His divine power, and the vast power continued to flow.
The energy flowed into Jane's body. He was using all His strength as the Creator just to save His creation.
However, Hemera's breathing began to tremble, and her golden eyes were filled with strong emotions that had never appeared before.
The fusion of spirit and soul is not only the fusion of soul and power, but also the inheritance of each other's emotions and memories.
The Dark God's feelings for Jane were paranoid, obsessive, crazy, and self-sacrificing, and now all these feelings were transferred to Hemera.
When Hemera devoured other souls before, he was not affected too strongly because his power was far greater than theirs. However, just as he woke up in the soul of the God of Light, he inherited the love of the God of Light for Jane. Now the God of Darkness has become strong enough to influence his original intention. Once he merges, the feelings belonging to the God of Darkness also occupy a place in his heart, making his love take on unprecedented obsession and madness.
The light in his pupils went out, he cut his wrist, sucked out the golden divine blood with his lips, then kissed the bloodless lips of the person in his arms and transferred the blood into him.
"My spirit..." He kissed, cried, and whispered, "Please, wake up."
If the Dark God were still alive at this moment, he would also be amazed at His madness.
Divine power to gods is like magic power to mages; even if it is exhausted, it can be slowly restored, but divine blood is different.
It can be said that the power of God comes from His blood. The amount and concentration of blood even directly determines God’s power and... lifespan.
It is not that God possesses a truly infinite life, but that the length of his life cannot be measured using the dimension of time.
After discovering that even the fused power could not save Jane, Hemera made a desperate attempt and directly fed him her own divine blood. This thing that should not have appeared in the human world suddenly stimulated Jane's already exhausted internal organs. He trembled slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
After seeing what Hemera was doing, he opened his eyes wide in shock, and felt the strange and hot liquid flowing into his mouth. He pushed Hemera away and lay beside her to vomit.
The divine blood that was fed in with great difficulty was spit out again. Hemera's face was pale, but her eyes were filled with pain and crazy surprise.
"What are you doing……"
Jane raised her head weakly, but when she saw the long hair as black as the night and the emotions in the golden eyes that were so strong that they were almost crazy, she was stunned.
This is... Hemera?
"Jane, you're awake." This god who looked very much like Hemera spoke in the most gentle tone, as if he was afraid of scaring the elf who had finally been pulled back from the brink of death. "Don't be afraid, I'm just giving you my blood. I will definitely find a way to save you."
Jane's look became even more astonished.
As the Elf King who inherited the memory, he knew more than others. When he heard that Hemera actually gave him Her own blood, his eyes trembled slightly.
"Are you crazy?" he said hoarsely, "Your blood is your life. You are committing suicide!"
"It's nothing, don't worry." Hemera said gently, putting her hand on Jane's cheek, and tentatively probed her divine power into his body, but the next moment her expression froze, revealing unbelievable despair.
"It's useless." Jian had a complicated expression. He looked at the cold god in his memory and still couldn't believe what was happening.
Hemera was using her own life to save him, hoping to exchange his life for hers.
What virtue and ability did he have to deserve the God of Creation to exchange his own life for him?
"This is impossible..." Hemera's voice was as soft as a mosquito's at first, and then she roared at the top of her voice, "This is impossible!"
What calmness and restraint, what supreme divine power? After realizing that he had tried every possible method and ultimately could not save a life, Hemera went crazy. He screamed with all his might until his voice was hoarse and his eyes were wild, but he could not vent even one ten-thousandth of the powerlessness and pain in his heart.
He is the God of Creation, the Creator of all things!
But He was trapped by the rules He made. Even if He used His own life in exchange, He could only buy the elves a longer period of time, but He could not really save Him.
How could this happen... How could this be possible!
The great God of Creation knelt on the ground, his clean hands and robes deeply buried in the dirty dust. He was so filled with hatred and fear that he didn't even dare to raise his head to face the elves' eyes.
What God? He is the most useless person in the world.
At this moment, he hoped very much that there was someone with the highest status and greater power above him, so that he could ask Him for help and have a direction to work towards, instead of being drowned in despair like he was now, surrounded by darkness and no longer able to see hope.
The pain he revealed was so intense and sincere that Jane looked at him silently, her expression changing from complicated to sighing.
The supreme God has humbled himself to the dust, and even though he no longer loves Him, he still feels sincerely sad.
"Don't waste your divine power and blood anymore." Jane said calmly, "Now that you have fully awakened, do what you should do. Why waste time on a mortal like me?"
“No…No!”
Hemera got up in panic and held Jane in his arms with all his strength, even causing Jane's bones to feel pain, as if as long as He held her, no one would be able to take her away.
"Jane... don't give up, please, hold on a little longer, I will definitely be able to save you."
There was no emotion in Jane's eyes. He looked away indifferently at the starry sky, letting God's tears wet his shoulders and crying like a child who had just lost his way.
"Please send me back to the Temple of Light." Jane said, "Since I can still wake up, I should say a belated farewell."
…
Havelot and Aya Beatrice were with the king and the leader of the dark creatures before, and they watched Jane cancel the summons of the judgment. They knew that something serious must have happened, but because they had no direction to look for it, they could only return to the Temple of Light immediately.
Once Jane comes back, he will definitely come here to find them, and they can't let him miss her.
But they didn't expect that when they did wait for Jane to come back, she was brought back by Hemera.
The slightly changed appearance of Hemera did not attract the attention of the two men. They rushed to Jane with disbelief on their faces.
"Why, how could it be like this..." Aya Beatrice's voice trembled, "It was fine when I left before, why did it become like this..."
Hemera never let Jane leave His arms. The power of light was continuously injected into his body. In addition, He occasionally fed him a mouthful of divine blood, which barely kept Jane awake.
"This is not true..." Harvelot slowly knelt down, constantly trying to deceive himself, "Jane, tell me you are okay, please."
Jane looked at them gently and did not answer the question. Instead, she said, "Havilot, you are a natural born paladin. You are loyal, upright, kind, and intelligent. Nothing you did before was wrong. I have never blamed you."
Hearing this last-gasp tone, Havelot's eyes turned red instantly. He clenched his teeth, but still couldn't suppress the tears that quickly condensed in his eyes, which fell to the ground drop by drop.
Aya Beatrice's pupils slightly dilated. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Hemera's collar and cried to him, "What is going on? Aren't you the God of Creation? You can even create the world, how can you not save the life of an elf! Save him! Save him!!"
"Aya!"
Havelot tried to pull the excited Ayabeatrix back, but she threw him hard and made him kneel on the ground, crying.
"Teacher, please don't leave Aya again. Aya begs you, don't let me lose my only relative just now after finding him..."
"Aya, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
Jane looked at the girl he had raised with pity, and stretched out his hand with difficulty to wipe away her tears.
"I originally wanted to just leave like this and let you think I was missing or something, instead of telling you directly that I was leaving." His voice was light and gentle, but it was getting weaker and weaker. "But I feel that I already owe you a goodbye. If I leave without saying goodbye again this time, you will definitely be angry with me."
Aya Beatrice stared at him blankly, and burst into even more desperate tears.
"I don't want to say goodbye... please don't say goodbye, I don't want to leave you again..."
"Silly talk." Jane smiled, her tone slightly doting, "You have grown up, I am relieved."
Hemera did not look at the two humans who were about to faint from crying, but kept his gaze fixed on his elf. When his breath became weaker, he cut his wrist again and fed him the divine blood.
As the divine blood flowed, His face became paler and paler, but He seemed to be unaware of it and just looked at the elf tenderly.
He had already questioned himself thousands of times in his heart what Aya Beatrice asked him, but when he heard it again, he couldn't suppress the powerlessness and pain that rose in his heart.
But he didn't want to show it anymore. He could certainly see that the elves no longer loved him, and he should have to bear the consequences of these sufferings himself.
After being forced to swallow another mouthful of divine blood, Jane choked and shed a few tears. His eyes became softer. He looked at Hemera, and She suddenly thought there was still love in his eyes.
"Hemera, there is something I want to tell you."
Hemera listened attentively, and was willing to accept it whether it was blame or sarcasm.
Jane said, "There was a time when I really loved you."
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