Chapter 091 Hypocrite Son 9 The duty of the Elf King is to impeach the gods.
Hemera took Jane away from the Temple of Light, and the God of Darkness fled in a panic, leaving the others kneeling in the courtyard, looking at each other, unable to recover from the shock.
Havilot was the first person to stand up. Ever since he saw that Jane was still alive, he had been in a state of being out of his body. Even if he heard the huge secret that followed, the shock to him was not as great as the shock of seeing the God of Light kissing Jane.
He used the giant sword as support to stand up, and also led the others who were still in a state of shock.
People stood up one after another. Havelot looked around and came to Aya Beatrice who was lying on the ground, wanting to help her up.
Aya Beatrice was still immersed in the shock of facing the God of Creation.
She was dazed, with unconscious tears on her face. When Havilot held her arm, she reflexively grabbed his sleeve with her backhand.
"Ha... Havelot..." Aya Beatrice looked dazed, tears still flowing unconsciously, "Tell me everything about you and Jane's growth, tell me everything..."
Harvelot's numb eyes froze for a moment: "What do you think?"
"He called me Aya..." Aya Beatrice raised her tearful face, "Only my teacher would call me Aya. I am an orphan. It was my teacher who picked me up and gave me this name. He is the only one in the world who would call me that."
Havilot was deeply shocked: "You mean..."
"I don't know, I don't know." Aya Beatrice shook her head painfully, "So please tell me what's going on. I'm going crazy. What on earth is going on?"
The God of Creation and the Heart of the World Tree were all too distant things for her. The most important thing for her now was to find out who Jane was and what secrets he was hiding!
Havilot's face was pale, and the look in his eyes changed several times. He replied in a low voice, "Okay", and then helped Aya Beatrice up.
At this time, the kingdom's general who was responsible for discussing the war with the temple came over. His eyes were full of excitement, planning and calculation.
"Master Paladin, now that we know such an important secret, it is time to change our plan."
Havelot said: "No need to change, just... Lady Hemera once said that the gods cannot directly attack the creatures in the lower world. Facing the attack of the western monsters, we need to resist and destroy them ourselves."
The general's eyes gleamed, "The rules given to God were set by Lord Hemera himself. Now He can even directly kill the Dark God, so whether He wants to take action depends on whether He wants to."
Harvelot heard something unusual in these words. He looked at the general sharply and said, "So what do you think?"
The general smiled and said, "We have all seen that the influence of the Holy Son on Lady Hemera is huge. Since the Holy Knight Leader is a friend of the Holy Son, he must be able to get through him..."
"I'm sorry." Havelot's tone became sharp. "Why do you think that a human's will can interfere with the judgment of God?"
Perhaps he had not expected that Havelot would be so disrespectful, the general's expression stiffened: "Everyone saw it just now. Lady Hemera did not even kill the Dark God immediately for the Son of God's wishes..."
"The will of Lord Hemera has nothing to do with Jane." Havelot stared at him straightly. "What good price do you think it will be for a tiny human to be caught in the struggle between gods? Never again, let me hear you say you want to use him."
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The God of Creation did not bring Jane back to the former Temple of Light. That was only the residence of his soul. He had his own residence.
This residence was not in the so-called upper realm, but right above the continent. After all, He had originally created the world for scenery and companionship. To Him, it was unacceptable to set up an uninhabited barrier to live in, as the gods did today.
Placing Jane's body on the bed supported by flowers and tree trunks, Hemera sat down beside him and closed her eyes.
[In the space of consciousness, everyone stared at this scene silently and fell into deep silence at the same time.
Jian Ziyan: "Xiao Jiu, tell me honestly, is there something I did that made you unhappy, so that you want to kill me?"
419: "Although I really want to say no..."
Jian Ziyan: "Do you think I believe it?"
419 was silent. Now even it itself began to doubt whether the host had offended the world consciousness. Otherwise, how could a world that was originally only A-level suddenly upgrade to S-level?
Jian Ziyan narrowed his eyes and said, "While we still have time, tell me right now what the world classification you mentioned before is all about."
He was always joking and talking nonsense, but now his tone became serious, which made 419 feel an inexplicable shudder.
He was just a host and couldn't cause any real harm to it, but it was subconsciously a little afraid of him.
"…It's like this. Based on the difficulty of survival and the difficulty of the mission, the system will perform a simple difficulty classification before activating each small world. The lowest difficulty is D-level, and the highest is S-level. D-level is generally only used for novice worlds, such as the reporter world you started with, which is rated D. As for the S-level world, only the top-ranked missioners may encounter it." 419 said, "Currently, this world is judged as A-level because there are no gods in the main text of the novel, but there are magic and various unreal things."
Jian Ziyan: "Has this sudden change in difficulty level ever happened before?"
419: "This is what is most puzzling to me... This has never happened before. Not only has it not happened here, but there are no related records in other systems either."
Jian Ziyan sneered: "Then it seems that I can only consider myself unlucky?"
419 dared not say a word.
After a while, Jian Ziyan asked again: "What are the levels of the worlds I experienced before?"
"The journalist world is D-level, the interstellar world is A-level, the ancient world is B-level, the entertainment industry is C-level, and the end of the world is A-level." 419 said.
"Each world is chosen by you. What is the basis for your selection?" Jian Ziyan said, "Why did you transition directly from the D-level world to the A-level world?"
419 said aggrievedly: "Although I have the authority to choose a world, I can only choose from the few options given to me. Because your first world was rated very high, the next world I was given was only A-level. As for why it was downgraded later, I don't know."
Jian Ziyan's face was cold, and he hesitated for a moment before letting 419 go: "Before entering the world in the future, tell me the difficulty level first."
419 agreed without hesitation, and when he saw that the low pressure period was over, he asked worriedly, "What are you going to do now?"
"Now that we are here, we should make the best of it." Jian Ziyan's expression returned to normal. He stroked his chin and looked up and down at Hemera. That look reminded 419 of a profiteer who was sizing up the goods.
"It's a little more difficult, but it can still be saved." Jian Ziyan said, "Why do you think I have to endure so much abuse in this world? I have seen through him. So what if he is the God of Creation? Before he met me, wasn't he still a pure old virgin for who knows how many tens of thousands of years?"
419: ...Huh? Why do you sound like you've been a virgin for a long time, my friend?
"Hemera is like this, it's obvious that he is a young boy who just fell in love with someone but doesn't realize it." Jian Ziyan smiled slyly like a little fox again: "Young boys often don't know how to love. It doesn't matter, I will teach him."
Jane has been immersed in nightmares.
He dreamed of his childhood when his mother took him to hide in human society because she could not hide her elf characteristics, she could not find a human job, and she did not dare to live in crowded places. However, because the war and childbirth had damaged his mother's foundation, they could not hide in the forest again, otherwise they would be hunted by wild beasts or malicious predators.
The weak female elf wandered in the mortal world with her young child, and they didn't know how to survive.
During her long childhood, the words Jane heard most were her mother's sorrow over the genocide, her disappointment in the God of Light, and her hatred for the God of Darkness.
She is not a strong elf. She has been over-spoiled by her father, the Elf King, since she was a child. Now she is the only elf left and she doesn't know how to face all this.
She loved Jane, but she was too tired. She could neither give Jane a stable life nor soothe Jane's fears. Finally, she could not go on and had to pass away before Jane was still a child.
Jane hasn't dreamed of his mother for a long time. Elves have a long lifespan, and he has a lot to consider. He can't remember clearly what happened hundreds of years ago.
But now his mother came to his dream again, and her face was clearly visible. She looked at him sadly and said:
"Jane, you have disappointed me and your people so much."
At the same time, Hemera suddenly opened her eyes.
He looked at the human curled up on the bed, cold sweat oozing from his pale face, and frowned slightly.
He didn't understand why he suddenly felt anxious, but he instinctively didn't want to see him look so miserable.
Then He stretched out His finger and touched Jane's forehead. The pure divine power turned into strands and was carefully transmitted into Jane's body.
After a while, Jane's expression not only did not improve, but became even paler.
Hemera pulled her hand back and stared into her palm in obvious confusion.
When Jane opened her eyes, she saw this scene.
His eyelashes were wet with cold sweat, and when he opened his eyes they were a little hazy. He saw the silver-haired, golden-eyed god sitting next to him, as if nothing had happened, and a hint of almost admiring joy emerged in his eyes.
But soon, as the god's eyes turned to him, that completely unfamiliar look made his expression freeze the joy that had just surged up in his head, and then it gradually cooled down.
Hemera watched the changing look in his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "What have you done to your body? You are a natural body of light. As long as you maintain the power of light in your body, you can maintain your life. But now you are actually starting to reject the power of light. This is not in accordance with the rules."
Jian's eyes were blank: "As the God of Creation, all things are your creations, can't you see that?"
"Jane, you should not speak to me like that," said Hemera. "You have been marked by me, and you are mine, whether you like it or not. If you obey me, I can give you a long life, instead of a short life like now."
He thought the temptation He offered was strong enough.
How could a race with a short lifespan reject the temptation of immortality? Moreover, the price they had to pay was just to obey His words.
Hearing such words again, Jane no longer even felt angry or disappointed. All he felt was a surge of fatigue, as if he was drowning in a lake. He only felt a slow, gradually suffocating pain.
"To you, my value lies only in 'obedience', right?" His voice was hoarse, and he only said a few words as if he had exhausted all his strength. "I am like a pet you keep. My wishes are not important. You only give me what you want to give me, and then I should accept it obediently."
Hemera was silent for a moment. Whether as the God of Creation or the God of Light, He faced only awe and love from others, and no one had ever refuted Him.
Even Jane had never rebelled against Him when He was the God of Light, so when Jane spoke to Him like this now, He felt a little confused and uncomfortable.
Seeing that He did not respond, Jane laughed at herself in her heart and then closed her eyes.
He could feel that the inside of his body was like collapsing ruins. Even the power of the God of Creation could not stop its decline.
Why would a dying man need to argue about these things with the great God of Creation?
Seeing that he looked like he was calmly waiting to die, Hemera became more anxious than ever before. He stood up, walked around the bed twice, and then stood still again.
“I don’t understand.” He said, “Aren’t you willing to accept the God of Light? Why can you be honest with Him but not with me? I still have the memory of the God of Light. I am Him.”
"You are wrong." Jane said softly, "I am not worthy of you, nor am I worthy of the God of Light. Since I am about to die, it is not in line with your status to go to such lengths to force a dying person. Just let me go, okay?"
A fire ignited in Hemera's eyes, and her gaze turned cold.
“Since you know it’s impossible, stop saying such things,” He said.
Jane didn't react. He curled up uncomfortably, not wanting to hear Hemera's voice again.
Hemera's eyes darkened. He took a step forward and just as he opened his lips to speak, his expression suddenly darkened and he turned his head to look towards the horizon.
"The Dark God is beginning to break the rules," He said.
Hearing the name, Jane still opened her eyes and looked at Him, with a hint of complicated tension in her eyes.
“He had already given up resisting me.
, but now He has actually begun to devour other souls. Tell me, why is He doing this?"
Hemera's voice was low, brewing the wrath of a god.
At this moment, He couldn't even tell whether He was angry because the soul tried to rebel against Him, or because He was angry because the soul dared to covet His possessions.
Hemera turned to leave, but Jane called out to her.
"After you devour the Dark God... and all the gods' souls, what are you going to do?" Jane stared at his back urgently.
"Be myself again." Hemera said, "The world is not satisfying to me right now. It's time to sort it out."
This time He still did not seal the barrier, because the whole world was His cage, and even if Jane left here, he would have no way to escape.
Jane looked at his leaving back, her eyes filled with death.
…
Once Hemera starts to move, her power is like thunder.
Even though He has not yet recovered all of His strength, those weaker lesser gods are completely powerless to fight back. They are waiting for His coming and then returning to the main soul. This is their destined fate.
However, the Dark God suddenly emerged as the most powerful divine soul that had been split out. He also began to devour other divine souls. Every time he devoured one, the other's divine power and special abilities would be attached to him. During the days when Hemera was inactive, he grew at an alarming rate.
When the Dark God who had just devoured the God of Earth realized that Hemera had finally started to act, he opened his eyes and looked into the distance.
"Hemera, you are not completely invincible." He murmured, with a hint of determination in his eyes, "Now I have a reason to fight, I may not lose to you."
At the same time, Hemera, who was about to devour the god of love, also looked in the direction of the god of darkness, and then withdrew his gaze indifferently.
"Don't struggle, go back." He said to the god of love who looked terrified.
The lower world and the upper world were once again plunged into chaos, and everything seemed to be no different from a thousand years ago.
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"When I first met Jane, we were both only six years old." Harvelot poured a cup of hot water into Aya Beatrice's still trembling hands. "At that time, I was a candidate for the Paladin, and he was a candidate for the Son of God. We were both a group of immature children, but he seemed much more mature."
Aya Beatrice shivered as she took a sip of hot water and tried her best to listen to his words: "Six years old... in other words, twenty years ago?"
"Yes." Harvelot said, "In the past twenty years, he has rarely stepped out of the temple, and every trip he took was recorded. He couldn't have the time to become... your teacher."
Although Aya Beatrice looks young, that is because she is a hybrid of human and succubus. Her actual age is over fifty years old. If her teacher is still alive, he would be at least seventy years old, and it is impossible for her to disguise herself.
"Havilot, you practice the art of light, so you don't know that in the dark world, there are many unknown forbidden arts." Aya Beatrice said softly, "Reversing age, exchanging blood, or even changing race... As long as you are willing to pay a huge price, everything is possible."
"Change...race?" Havelot was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment, "...you are doubting that he..."
"I'm not sure. I want to ask him in person." Aya Beatrice's tears fell again. "When I was sixteen, the teacher said that I could protect myself, and then disappeared overnight. I looked for him for a long time. If Jane is really the teacher, if he is really the teacher..."
Her shoulders trembled from crying, and Havelott looked stunned.
Too many secrets point to the same person. Havelot thought he knew his childhood sweetheart well enough, but more and more things happened that made him confused. However, that holy figure with a faint smile became more and more deeply rooted in his heart, causing him unspeakable pain whenever he thought about it.
"Jane..." The name escaped his lips unconsciously.
"We still have a chance to..."
Bang!
A loud noise that echoed throughout the continent startled everyone. Harvelot and Aya Beatrice looked at each other in shock and rushed out the door at the same time.
I saw a dazzling golden light spreading from the distant horizon, and the direction from which the light came...
"Touyue Forest." Aya Beatrice stared in that direction. "That desolate forest has been awakened again."
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After devouring the god of love, Hemera fell into a completely different state.
When devouring the souls of gods, their memories will be integrated at the same time. Originally, tens of thousands of years of memory are just a blink of an eye for Hemera, but the memory of the god of love is different from that of other gods.
A gentle, hot, sticky, sweet feeling enveloped Him, making Him lost in this strange feeling.
In just a short moment, He saw countless lovers break up and get together. All the experiences of lovers in the tens of thousands of years of life flashed through His mind. He stood there in confusion, being slowly swallowed up.
The memory of the God of Light, which he originally thought was not worth mentioning, suddenly emerged in his mind particularly deeply.
The black-haired and black-eyed Holy Son knelt devoutly before Him, offering His loyalty and love to Him.
He held him in his arms and they read together in the quiet afternoons.
As they whispered in each other's ears, he possessed him completely. His black eyes were hazy, but the look he gave him was focused and gentle.
The clearer these memories became, the more Hemera felt an equal pain in her heart, and other memories replaced them.
He watched His expression grow colder and colder, just as the love He had given Him was gradually withdrawn.
He resolutely left the lightning rod He had built and refused to accept His protection.
In order to let the Dark God go, he did not hesitate to delay Him at the cost of himself, but when he faced Him, he showed a disappointed and exhausted look...
These memories, which he had thought were fleeting and not worth caring about at all, suddenly emerged in an absolutely domineering form and occupied all his senses.
It was the first time that He felt heartache, the first time that He learned to be fearful, and the first time that He realized that He actually had... such feelings for that human?
The feelings left by the God of Love told Him that this was love.
like……?
Why does He also have this kind of emotion that only lower creatures have?
Hemera tried her best to refute the voice coming from her heart and to suppress the sudden heartache and sadness, but she could not control it. After merging with the god of love, she seemed to be completely changed. She could not even understand her previous self. How could she be indifferent to her own feelings and how could she say such cold words to the person she loved?
When she thought of the look those black eyes had given her before they left, Hemera's breath caught in her throat and she couldn't help but put her hand on her heart.
The feeling coming from here...
Let Him awaken as from a dream.
At this time, a loud noise was heard, and Hemera's eyes fixed. He looked down at the lower world, and his face changed instantly. He did not care about the other souls that were escaping, and disappeared from here in a flash.
After the elves disappeared, the Touyue Forest lost its shelter and was gradually corroded by the dark power of the cursed land, turning into a barren and dead forest.
Along the way, you can see tree houses wrapped in dead vines. These are traces of the elves' former lives, but now they are like eerie ghost towns.
White light and black mist flashed at the same time, and Hemera and the God of Darkness arrived at the center where the golden light had just come from at the same time. The two gods did not show any surprise when they saw each other, but just looked at each other with disgust, and then turned their eyes to their target at the same time.
This was... the holy temple of the elves.
Like the World Tree, the temple is a symbolic existence of the elves. No gods are enshrined in it, only the inherited consciousness left by successive elven kings, and it is never easily activated.
Once the temple is in use, it will have only one use, and that is—
The birth of a new king of the elves.
They all showed astonishment at the same time, because being able to come here meant that they had seen who came here.
A bad premonition arose in their hearts at the same time. They walked into the temple and saw a figure kneeling in the middle of the inheritance formation with his back to them.
He had a slender figure, a straight back, long inky black hair spread out behind him, and his whole body was emitting a faint glow.
Gradually, the golden light of the magic circle went out, indicating the end of the inheritance, but the faint light did not disappear from his body. This was the light that the elves possessed.
The new Elf King stood up and turned his face halfway to reveal a pointed elf ear and a face that was very familiar to them.
"In the distant past, the God of Creation gave the Elf King the responsibility of monitoring whether the gods fulfilled their duties. I think this rule is still valid even now."
The Elf King turned around, his white skin gleaming with a holy light, and a blood-red mark on his forehead represented his current identity.
He stared at the two gods in front of him indifferently, without any fluctuation in his expression.
"Since God does not love the world, but only loves Himself, then I should fulfill my responsibility and unite the countries on the continent to impeach the deity who has failed in his duty."∮
His eyes swept across the stunned face of the Dark God, and looked straight at the noble Supreme God.
"What do you say - Master Hemera?"
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