Chapter 55 Chapter 55 They were forced to sacrifice half of their souls...
At the moment when both of them made their vows, the thick white mist in the center of the magic circle spun faster, like countless scattered feather fragments piecing together again.
Then, at a certain moment, the magic circle broke straightly along its central axis and split into two; accompanied by a clear clanging sound, the magic circle turned into two beams of light that slowly intertwined and then separated extremely quickly in the tremor, penetrating into their bodies from the chest near the heart.
In theory, the Heart Seal only works for couples where both partners are human.
But when the white light sank into her body under her gaze, she still had the vague illusion that she was bound to the demon in front of her, closely connected and inseparable.
It was as if an ancient contract had been engraved into the bone marrow through the endless flow of blood, becoming a shackle heavier than life itself.
They were forced to generously give away half of their souls, deeply embedded in each other's blood and flesh.
One heart, one life.
While Lin Miao was dazed, his spiritual power dissipated, and the white-robed messenger announced calmly, "The contract is concluded."
He raised his head slightly, and the pure white mask of the Illuminati Association faced the two of them. He handed over an exquisite silver-gilt knife and said, "Please take the blood of the two newcomers."
...taking blood? Lin Miao came back to his senses.
What? After getting married, are you thinking about getting a premarital checkup? That's interesting.
An Wei got there before her and firmly grasped the silver knife with a holy aura on its blade in his palm.
The sharp blade cut a clean, bloody mark on the surface of his ring finger. He calmly explained, "This is a special custom in the human world. After signing the contract, the newlyweds need to provide blood from both fingertips. A messenger will deliver it to the deity as a sign of faith. If you're lucky... you might receive a blessing from Him or an angel."
“…”
Lin Miao watched An Wei squeeze out blood from his fingertips without changing his expression, and the blood dripped onto the white jade tray held by the messenger, feeling unbelievable.
You can't forget your identity as a demon just because you've been a dog for so long. Is it right for a demon to actively pray for the enemy's blessing when getting married?
He held her wrist with his other hand and lifted it gently; there were very shallow calluses on the palm of his hand, and the slightly hot temperature brought by years of manipulating hellfire was extremely soothing.
The Seventh Prince's handsome face flushed, which was even more obvious because of his paleness; An Wei's inner voice also came into his heart -
"Miao Miao, didn't you want to be favored by an angel at that time? ...Everything you said that he didn't do, I hope to realize for you."
"..." Lin Miao had almost forgotten the lies he had told to win over Reese. When An Wei suddenly brought it up, he couldn't help but feel complicated.
Even if we know that her true identity is most likely the reincarnated devil, and that those so-called words of worshipping angels are most likely just random nonsense, should we still insist on implementing them as 'golden rules'?
"Let me get it for you."
An Weidao wiped his blood off the silver knife with his fingertips, and gently placed the blade against her ring finger with a little force.
Lin Miao hardly felt the pain as drops of blood oozed out from his fingertips and fell onto the white jade plate, emitting a clear rainbow light together with the devil's blood; the two drops of blood simultaneously rotated and moved around in the tray, gradually spreading out as they moved closer to each other, and finally completely merged into one.
The white-robed messenger stretched out his hands at the right moment, closing his five fingers together; the fused blood beads then slowly rose into the air as if being pulled by an invisible thread.
Golden runes flowed around him, and heavy curtains fell in unison to cover the stained glass windows, and the church instantly became several degrees darker.
The white-robed messenger raised his hand toward the statue of the god, and the blood bead turned into a thin red line, flying straight towards the scepter held by the god.
The entire hall was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Whether royal family, nobles, or guild representatives, everyone's eyes followed the red line, anticipating the Divine Court's reaction. Worst case scenario, there would be no reaction at all. But if the angels could truly bestow their blessings...
The weight of the royal family and the association will be weighed again by the guests, and the choices made are likely to be changed or confirmed.
Lin Miao's gaze followed it, and her lower lip was quietly bitten.
She should have resisted this "blessing" that was easily manipulated and judged by the gods, but her heart was beating against her will - she didn't even know what crazy ship-hitting actions her subconscious was doing under the ice, and she was secretly looking forward to His response.
Expectations of God, her greatest enemy...
Her demon put one hand behind her back and kept the other hand on her wrist, like a comfort, a promise.
Just as the blood line touched the top of the god's scepter, something strange happened.
The air around the statue suddenly turned into a visual golden mist, which surged violently like a pool of water disturbed by an invisible giant hand.
The face of the statue of light seemed to change. The eye sockets inlaid with fine emeralds trembled, and the clear jade was faintly stained with red light, as if it had been forcibly stained by their blood.
Then, the gemstones in the eyes of the surrounding six-winged Seraphim also turned blood red and bulged out; red liquid fell from the eyes of one of the angels and flowed down the stone cheek, like weeping, which was very strange.
The golden mist grew thicker, almost covering the altar.
A dull roar came from somewhere in the castle, reaching every guest's eardrum evenly, like a huge rock falling from a great height, shaking the beams and pillars slightly.
There were suppressed gasps from the guests' seats, and shock and panic swept through the church.
"What is that?" Someone among the royal family members in the front row let out a short cry.
"The statue's eyes are dyed red..." In the noble seats, a lady in a royal blue dress covered her mouth, her pearl earrings jingling as she trembled. "The angel is crying..."
Beside her, the bearded marquis suddenly stood up, pointed his finger in the direction of the statue, and said in a trembling voice, "The gods are angry! He and the angels do not approve of the marriage between the Seventh Prince and Capet!"
The faces of the king and the Capet couple became extremely ugly, but these few words made the situation completely out of control.
"This wedding cannot take place! It will anger the gods and will surely bring disaster upon us!"
"Yes, Miss Cape cannot marry into the royal family. Heaven has made its position clear!"
"Cancel the wedding!"
"Cancel the wedding!!"
…
Whispers and whispers mixed with sobs and restrained insults. The discussions and commotion spread widely in the church and finally evolved into a unified slogan.
Things seem to be heading towards an irreversible trend.
Lin Miao's thoughts were tangled like a tangled mess in the wind. She subconsciously glanced at An Wei, only to find that his expression had become even worse, and cold sweat had broken out on his forehead.
Lin Miao stepped back a little and quickly caught the hand behind her back - black magic power condensed in his palm. In order to avoid the supervision of the Light Association and create the scene that she was favored by the gods, An Wei had been controlling the magic power.
However, the sudden situation caught him off guard. Covering up such a strange phenomenon without being discovered was nearly impossible; he could only construct a sleight of hand while suppressing his magic power, which was rapidly depleted.
"I..." Seeing that he was discovered by Lin Miao, the devil panicked and wanted to make amends, but was stopped by her eyes and held the hand.
Even though the wedding scene had become a mess, the white-robed messenger still stood calmly on the altar, looking detached from the world, as if the wrath of the gods, the weeping of angels, the shouting of the guests and the wedding that was in danger had nothing to do with him.
She's the type who would just say "That's delicious" even if the porridge boils a little more, Lin Miao thought.
The white-robed messenger's mask was still facing the two of them. Lin Miao could feel his gaze resting on her and An Wei's tightly clasped hands, but they seemed empty and without any emotion.
The human bride looked up and said in a voice so low that only the three of them could hear: "Sir Messenger, I wish to marry His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince."
"Otherwise, my mother will punish me severely..."
“…Please.”
Silence, twenty seconds of silence.
The white-robed messenger's gaze shifted away from their connected hands. Lin Miao was not sure whether he made a slight sound, but in any case, he probably agreed to Lin Miao's request.
Because the ethereal and ethereal voice sounded again: "Quiet."
The messenger's voice was not loud, but it was like ice thrown into boiling water. It instantly suppressed the noise in the hall and drew all attention back to the altar.
"Please wait patiently." His hands just hung down in vain without any movement; however, after he said this convincing sentence, the movements of the statues of gods and angels miraculously stopped.
The red in the pupils suddenly disappeared, and the traces of the angel's tears faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to his normal appearance.
Then, the angel's wings seemed to stretch out, and fine golden light seeped out from between the stone feathers; soft and clean white light flowed in the eye sockets, like a smile with tears.
The statue of the deity high above also stirred. A warm light emanated from the tip of the scepter, tinting the surrounding golden mist white. The pair of emerald gemstones shone with a gentle luster, like a genuine, compassionate gaze from a deity upon humanity.
"This is……"
On the throne, the king, with an incredulous look in his eyes, asked the white-robed messenger, "Messenger, can you give me an explanation?"
The white-robed envoy bowed slowly, his demeanor elegant and calm. "Your Majesty, this is a great blessing bestowed upon the newlyweds by the gods after testing them."
"Oh?" The king, after a moment of shock, was overjoyed, his voice trembling. "So, the vision just now was a test from the gods for my son and his wife?!"
"Exactly. The two newlyweds have passed the test and will surely be together for a long time with a glorious future," said the messenger.
"Good, good, good!" The king beamed with joy and said to the Duke of Capet beside him, "Koros, our child is a blessed one!!"
The Duke of Capet had a very strange look on his face, and he forced a smile: "Exactly. It's all thanks to your Majesty's long-lasting blessings, the Seventh Prince's good fortune, and my little daughter too..."
The guests at the banquet quickly changed their tune. The nobles who had just been clamoring to cancel the wedding rose to their feet, their faces plastered with warm smiles. "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations to His Highness and the Princess! You two are truly a match made in heaven!"
"Your kindness is so great that even the gods would be moved!" The bearded marquis even laughed and said, "I was overthinking it before. Your Majesty has good judgment!"
For a moment, the sound of praise almost blew the dome away.
"The ceremony is over."
The messenger paid no attention to the commotion at the table. He folded his hands in front of his stomach and made a cold announcement.
His gaze under the mask passed over An Wei without any pause, but lingered on Lin Miao's face for a while.
"On behalf of the Illuminati Association, I wish you two... a long and happy marriage."
When the bride and groom turned to walk down the altar, Lin Miao, with the cover of An Wei, looked back unnoticed.
The corner of the messenger's robe swayed gently in the shadow of the statue. Although he was wearing a mask, Lin Miao still felt that he could see a lot of her and his gaze met hers exactly and completely.
“…”
She heard An Wei's heartbeat, apologizing to her, and was frustrated that she failed to stop the movement in the first place, making everyone believe that she was blessed by heaven.
"It's okay." Lin Miao pinched the healed wound on her fingertip, which still felt a little itchy. She comforted her demon in return, "We never need to believe in gods."
"Heaven's charity, hell scorns."
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