Chapter 097 Hypocrite Son 15 Recalling memories.
Actually, there was a time when I really loved you.
Hemera didn't remember what he felt when he heard these words, but after hearing them, his heart could never regain its peace.
These words are hope, salvation, and the only light He sees in the darkness.
But it is also despair, a nightmare, a curse that He has chewed over again and again, but in the end He can only curse helplessly and painfully.
"I really loved you."
It turns out that His spirit is not just a little liar. It turns out that those true and false words of loyalty and love are actually mixed with his true heart.
But He thought he was a liar, and he also felt that he was a liar, so when he said that, He just listened to it, he knew that there would be no result, and He never believed it.
But it turned out that he really loved Him.
Even if it was only for one day, one moment, or one instant, he had given his love and trust to the only God he wanted to believe in.
But he never believed in God.
Hemera couldn't help but recall the scenes they had spent together. She thought of the elf sitting in her arms reading a book, her silver hair and black hair intertwined, and the pure smile in the elf's eyes.
Just when sweetness and joy were rising, the cruel reality repelled all imaginations and dreams.
He cried silently outside of his shattered dream. Despair and pain piled up layer by layer, suffocating him. He stretched out his trembling hands, wanting to retain something or pray for something, but there was no response.
Hemera woke up from the dream and opened his eyes. He felt warmth and fullness in his arms. The coldness all over his body was relieved a little, but what followed was a despair even stronger than in the dream.
He gently and carefully held the elf in his arms, and clear tears flowed quietly from his half-closed eyes and dripped into Jane's hair.
Jane was still asleep, and He couldn't make any noise to wake Him up.
Hemera held her treasure, swallowed all sounds into her throat, and cried silently and miserably.
In fact, according to the rules, Jian should have been dead now, but He used His life in exchange for his own to force him to stay in this world. However, this was not a long-term solution, because with the loss of His divine blood and divine power, His life was slowly coming to an end.
With every drop of divine blood that flowed, He became weaker. In order to fight against the rules He had set, He paid a huge price to delay this losing battle.
However, even with Hemera's caution, Jane was still awakened.
Being forced to stay in this world was not an easy thing for him. He endured tremendous pain all the time. The divine blood merged into his body, like molten lava, burning hotly and irritating his body, making him unable to rest peacefully even in his sleep.
Hemera swallowed the sob in her throat, feeling a little panicked.
Hugging him tightly, "Jane, did I wake you up?"
Jane panted softly, her slender and heroic brows slightly frowned, her body stiffened for a long time before she barely suppressed the sudden surge of pain, and looked at Hemera's frightened expression with a pale face.
His lips trembled and he uttered a word softly.
It took Hemera a moment to react before she realized that he had said "pain".
In an instant, overwhelming heartache and regret flooded into Hemera's heart. He opened his mouth, but the pain was too severe for him to make any sound.
"Hemera, I beg you, please let me go." Jane's voice was low and hoarse, filled with deep fatigue. "If this goes on, there is no other possibility except dragging you to death."
"No..." Hemera squeezed out this word with difficulty, as if she was afraid of being persuaded, and shook her head firmly, "I am very strong, I won't be dragged to death by you so easily, I will definitely find a way to save you..."
"But I can't wait, Hemera."
Jane suddenly became excited. He grabbed Hemera's clothes with his thin hands and used all his strength to suppress the screams caused by pain.
He trembled and stared at Hemera.
"I'm in so much pain, I can't bear it. It's better for me to die than to live like this. Please be kind and stop torturing me like this. I beg you, please give me freedom... I beg you..."
His body fell downwards, and he wanted to kneel on the ground and beg God to grant him death.
Hemera saw his intention, and the sharp pain in his heart slowed his reaction. Jane had already knelt down, and he was terrified and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
It was a serious matter for a god to vomit blood. It had never happened before, but Hemera didn't care about himself at all. He immediately knelt on the ground, letting Jane's head hit into his arms.
"Jane, my Jane, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He hugged Jane tightly, his voice hoarse and humble, "I beg you to hold on a little longer, just a little longer..."
"Why should I persist!" Jane's voice became shrill. "Tell me, why should I persist? My people are gone, my family is gone, everything I persisted in is gone, why should I persist? I have nothing, I want to die now, why won't you let me die!"
"I'm sorry..." Hemera didn't know what else to say except to apologize. He hugged the elf's struggling body tightly, and his tears quickly soaked his robes. "Jane, I'm sorry..."
Jane couldn't escape from this embrace no matter what. He broke down and cried bitterly, howling with all his might, as if he wanted to vent all the pain and grievances that had been suppressed for more than four hundred years.
"I have nothing, Hemera, or since I was born, nothing has belonged to me." Jane cried like a child who was wronged outside, "I begged you so many times, you gave me nothing, now I just want to die, but you won't give it to me..."
These words were like a spiked chain that tightly wrapped around Hemera's heart, twisting it so tightly that even her breathing trembled with pain.
"It's my fault, Jane, it's my fault." He kissed Jane's ears and cheeks with tears in his eyes. "I shouldn't have ignored your request. I should have seen your pain earlier. It's all my fault... I swear, if time can go back to the past, I am willing to exchange everything I have for it..."
He knew Jane was in pain, and He also knew he was in pain, but if he gave up this last resort, Jane would really die...
Death, a word that had never been associated with God, now filled Him with deep fear whenever He thought of it.
Jian was already extremely weak, and these few bursts of venting had exhausted his strength. He buried himself in Hemera's arms with a dazed look in his eyes.
Hemera was in great pain. He kept kissing the top of Jane's head. When he noticed that Jane's breath was getting weaker again, he tremblingly cut his wrist again, sucked out the divine blood, and gave it to him personally.
He gently suppressed Jian's weak resistance, and when the divine blood entered Jian's body, he did not hesitate to expend a large amount of divine power to ease his pain.
"Jane, my Jane, just hold on a little longer." Hemera said in a trembling voice, "I promise you, if this method doesn't work anymore, I will... let you go."
Jane's eyes seemed to light up for a moment, but soon turned cold again.
He was too weak and soon fell into sleep again.
The god with black hair and golden eyes was still kissing him over and over again, as if the kisses would never be enough, and his eyes were filled with deep determination and reluctance as he looked at him.
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Jian originally thought that what Hemera said to him was just to comfort him, and in the final analysis, she still had to keep him alive by feeding him the blood of God.
However, on this day, Hemera left for a short while, then came back and held him in her arms tenderly.
He just stared at Jane silently, his eyes deep and gentle, as if containing thousands of words.
After a long time, He spoke softly: "Jane, whether you believe it or not, I love you more than my life."
Jane looked at Him calmly, without showing the slightest emotion.
He no longer had to doubt that Hemera loved him, but Her love had only made him feel fear and exhaustion from beginning to end. At this point, it was meaningless to talk about love or not.
Hemera had anticipated his reaction, and when he actually saw it, he still showed a bit of bitterness, but it was quickly covered up by a gentle smile.
"I have never let you go, and you felt that I was forcing you to do so for my own desires." He said softly, "Now I am ready to tell you."
Jane's eyes fluctuated.
Hemera touched his cheek with a smile: "I will remember the feeling of touching you, Jane, it is you who made me feel what it feels like to be truly alive."
His tone made Jian subconsciously feel that something was wrong, but before he could ask, he saw Hemera take something out of his arms.
The pure white and dazzling light suddenly overflowed, making the two of them feel as if they were among the stars and the Milky Way.
Jane's expression was dull, he stared blankly at what was in Hemera's hand, then slowly raised his eyes to look at the god who was still smiling gently, seemingly just taking out a piece of fruit.
"Your...heart?"
"Yes, it's my heart." Hemera's tone even carried a hint of flattery and joy, as if offering a treasure. "My heart can give life to all things, and it can definitely save you."
Jane's face showed an undisguised shock. He stared at Hemera's face, which showed no sign of joking, and asked, "Are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy." Hemera said seriously, "You are the Elf King, the closest being to God. As long as you truly become a God, the rules for living beings may no longer be able to restrain you. This is the only way to save you now."
"Save me... at your own expense?" Jane said incredulously, "You are the God of Creation! If you disappear, what will happen to this world? What will happen to all the lives in the world?"
"Don't worry, I will leave a trace of my soul behind." Hemera said, "I'm afraid I can't leave so much soul behind to become a god this time, but I will still leave a trace and let Him protect this world... and you for me. So don't worry, eat it, eat it, and everything will be fine."
Jane looked at Him with pleading eyes and a complicated expression.
Seeing the Heart of God appear in front of him, it was not difficult for him to figure out what had happened.
Hemera had been force-feeding him the blood of God during this period of time in order to strengthen the connection between his body and the true God, so that when he ate the Heart of God, he would not be repelled and defeated by that vast force.
The legendary god of the past was able to split into various gods in the heavens after the Heart of God left his body, but now only a wisp of soul is left. It is simply that he has lost too much divine blood and can no longer split.
He said nothing, but he was already prepared to exchange his life for another's. He was even worried that Jane would be concerned about all living beings in the world and would not agree, so he made special arrangements for his escape.
It was not until now that Jane finally understood how much Hemera loved him.
But he said, “I disagree.”
Hemera was startled, with an anxious look on her face: "Why? I have arranged everything, you just need to..."
"What the world needs is the God of Creation, not me." Jane looked at him. "Once the God of Creation left, the gods of light and darkness ruled the world. They brought only lies and wars to all living things. Each race ruled its own territory, and the lives of the continent and the cursed land were destroyed. These were the effects of your disappearance, but all of this disappeared with your return, Hemera. The world needs you, and you can't leave."
"Can you bear to leave? Your beloved students will cry every day, and your best friends will live in pain and regret for the rest of their lives. Once you leave, there will be no elves in the world anymore." Hemera said urgently, "Jane, this world is not as fragile as you think. If you are worried, as long as you become a god, can't you continue to protect it?"
"But that shouldn't cost you your life."
A familiar softness finally appeared between Jian's cold brows. He held Hemera's hand holding the God's Heart and gently took it into his mouth.
Then, in Hemera's astonished gaze, he raised his head and kissed Her on the lips.
Once, Hemera kissed Jane by force and took away the Heart of God. Now, Jane took the initiative to kiss Him and gave the Heart of God back.
At the moment when the tips of their tongues touched the Heart of God at the same time, Hemera only felt a flash of light before her eyes, and everything in front of her disappeared.
When he regained his balance, he subconsciously reached out to hug her, but where Jane's waist was supposed to be, there was only air.
"……simple?"
Hemera looked around anxiously, but her eyes suddenly froze.
A young elf child, only four or five years old, was huddled in the corner, staring blankly into space.◆
And this young child has unique black hair and black eyes.
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