Chapter 103#
The Fallen Evil God’s Saint#
“Call… your name?”
The Saint seemed to be scared silly. Hearing the evil god’s question, he only stupidly repeated it.
The evil god was a bit irritable. Although he liked the little lamb leaning in his arms obediently, it didn’t mean like this, shivering from fear.
“He’s already dead.” The evil god lifted his chin, still in the familiar forced posture, but with a few more hints of imperceptible tenderness than before, “You are not afraid of me, but you are afraid of him?”
The blond youth slowly shook his head: “It’s different.”
“How is it different?” the evil god questioned aggressively.
The Saint seemed to recover at this time. He quickly looked at the environment he was in now, still the familiar dark abyss. The evil god held him on his lap, sitting high above accumulated bones.
“Why won’t you let me go?” the Saint asked, biting his lower lip, with a trace of confusion in his vigilant and stubborn expression, “People all say you haven’t appeared on the continent for thousands of years. Why now again…?”
The evil god gave a low laugh: “I was just too lazy to pay attention to those disputes, so I proactively went into deep sleep.”
The Saint stared at him coldly, obviously not believing this reason.
The evil god regretfully watched the blond youth wipe the blood off his cheek with the back of his hand. To be honest, the Saint’s snow-white skin stained with bright red—this beautiful image of holiness being defiled made him a bit moved… but with Duke Misei before him, the evil god could only temporarily suppress this thought in his heart.
Although watching the little lamb cry and scream for him on the bed would also be very interesting, it’s not time yet.
“Since you don’t want to kill me,” the Saint said, “then let me go back.”
This was indeed the evil god’s thought. However, he always felt he was losing a bit. Looking at the mark the blond youth just bit into his lower lip out of fear, the evil god felt a heat in his heart, and reached out a finger to twist it hard.
A slight sting came from the lip. The Saint turned his head away, but his hands were behind his back and couldn’t move due to the restriction of the black slime.
“You are truly a stubborn child,” the evil god sighed, “Why are you unwilling to accept my power? I have clearly already bestowed it upon you. Next time when facing such a person, you only need to call my name, and you can kill him easily.”
“My faith does not allow my hands to be stained with blood,” the Saint said firmly, “I will absolutely not kill.”
“So, your faith is to let the weak be bullied by the strong, and children not yet grown die under the fun of nobles?” The evil god curled his lips playfully, “That’s truly, very ‘bright and righteous’.”
The Saint was silent.
Thinking of Duke Misei’s oral account, he was of course angry too, but the doctrine forced him to suppress it, even patiently enlighten the other party, helping the wicked… for this, the Saint also felt very painful.
“The God of Light will send down punishment,” he whispered.
The evil god laughed loudly.
“How naive,” he sighed, and suddenly roughly grabbed the Saint’s long golden hair, forcing him to lift his head, “Then you look, these people, can they still wait for punishment?”
Through the evil god’s water mirror, he saw people living in the slums being randomly hunted and trampled by nobles; saw commoners’ children being taken away by nobles’ servants with honeyed words and sent to banquets to become toys; saw a three-year-old boy covered in bruises, lying dying at the feet of a noble, yet receiving no treatment, even his bones were used as collectibles…
The Saint trembled again.
Different from the previous fear, a layer of deep pain appeared on his face.
This pain was because of empathy for these commoners, and also because the faith deep-rooted in his heart since childhood was wavering. Seeing this, the evil god didn’t continue to force him to look, but instead leaned down, and kissed his forehead tenderly with cold lips, then kissed away the tears at the corner of his eye.
“Don’t cry, child,” he said pityingly, his gaze like looking at his favorite pet, “I am always with you.”
The blond youth opened his eyes, clear tears slowly flowing down his cheeks.
“I don’t believe it,” but he still said with a trembling voice, “I want to see the God of Light. I believe he will definitely not give up on his most loyal subjects.”
The evil god’s gaze was somewhat strange: “You want to see the God of Light?”
“Yes.” The Saint lowered his head, rarely showing respect to him, “Please tell me the way to have an audience with him. I am very grateful that you saved me from the lawless person, but please forgive me for being unable to change my faith. No matter what, I am still the most favored child of the God of Light.”
Don’t know which sentence touched the evil god. He let out a burst of pleasant light laughter, and under the Saint’s confused gaze, nodded slowly.
“Alright,” he said, “since you want to see him so much, then go to the place I give you and pray. Just as you said, the God of Light will not give up on his most devout believer.”
Before the Saint could continue speaking, the evil god’s figure dissipated in front of him.
He returned again to the dark and oppressive confessional.
The pungent smell of blood made the Saint nauseous. He fumbled to open the door, and rushed out stumbling, covered in blood.
“Someone come!!!”
The death of Duke Misei again shook the entire Church.
The Pope presided over a purification ritual overnight, and ordered the servants to thoroughly clean the entire cathedral. All expensive furniture was burned to ashes—the Church had plenty of money to buy again anyway. But once stained with the aura of corruption, it’s no joking matter.
“How could such a thing happen!” He flew into a towering rage, his suspicion of the Saint even greater, but he had no evidence, and didn’t even know how to speak to Lin Xiaodong.
Because in this matter, the Saint was also a thorough victim.
If Duke Misei had died for other reasons, no matter what, the nobles would have reason to seize the opportunity to hold the Saint accountable. However, as long as any person saw Duke Misei’s body, they wouldn’t think this was something an ordinary person could do—all the blood in the body boiled in an instant, even exploding from the inside out. Is this something a human can do?
Obviously, it’s impossible.
The Pope also specifically issued an edict warning the public to pay attention to strangers and outsiders around them, as well as heretics who spread various prohibited knowledge. A vigorous activity similar to the medieval witch hunt unfolded. Whether in the Royal Capital or in the countryside, countless innocent commoners died every day because of this.
Even scholars who propagated agricultural knowledge to farmers would be framed by villains and labeled as “heretics.” For a time, people across the continent were in a state of panic, a large number of books were burned, and the knowledge of countless schools of thought was broken.
Lin Xiaodong was well aware of all this. However, he was only “the most favored child of the God,” not a noble, nor the Pope, and had no power in his hands. Therefore, although he wanted to stop it, he was simply unable to oppose.
Moreover, the Pope had always sent people to monitor his daily life and every move. Except for daily confessions, Lin Xiaodong could only face the servants in the cathedral day by day, and had no opportunity to see outsiders at all.
He was still pondering, he had acted so convincingly, why hasn’t the evil god told him how to summon the God of Light yet?
Could it be the god is fooling him?
Just as Lin Xiaodong was waiting somewhat impatiently, late one night, he finally dreamed of the evil god again.
“In the northeast corner of the cathedral, in the room straight ahead at the end of the corridor, there is a message I left for you.” The evil god sat on the bones, looking down at him, “As for whether to believe it or not, that’s up to you.”
After saying that, Lin Xiaodong woke up from the dream in a cold sweat.
It’s the second half of the night now, and even the people monitoring him have fallen asleep. He picked up a magic candle, wearing a white nightgown, left the room carefully, and found the room the evil god mentioned.
This was a vacant and remote storage room, with many collectibles scattered around that could be sold for astronomical prices outside but were worthless in the Church. And the most conspicuous was that standing statue of the God of Light under the moonlight.
Lin Xiaodong walked slowly to the front, and saw the thick dust on the ground suddenly blown away by the wind, revealing the writing written with blood stains below:
“Pray, the destined one will hear your call.”
He hesitated for a moment.
In fact, Lin Xiaodong hadn’t decided whether to really believe the evil god yet, but except for the first meeting which was very unpleasant, the evil god didn’t have other offensive actions towards him, not to mention saving him from the hands of a real pervert this time…
Forget it, he thought, anyway it’s better than staying in the Church and being monitored all the time.
After making up his mind, Lin Xiaodong no longer wavered. He knelt on both knees like usual prayer, hands folded, discarded all distracting thoughts, and began to silently recite the contents of the Luminous Codex.
But he didn’t notice that along with his prayer, the blood words on the ground began to gradually twist and deform, finally turning into a treacherous smiley face, and gradually faded with the wind…
And the statue of the God of Light in front of him began to emit a faint light.
“…Light protects, all evils dissipate.”
After reciting the last line of prayer, the Saint seemed to sense something. His eyelashes flickered, and he opened his eyes with joy.
—Next, he saw the most incredible landscape of his life.
Pale golden dawn reflected on the horizon, faint and ethereal hymns could be heard in his ears, and birds flew past his eyes. He floated in mid-air, taking in all things in the world, the warmth of the sun surrounding his body.
A blond man draped in a white hood, also with an indistinct face, sat above the clouds and tenderly held him in his arms.
“Welcome to Heaven, my child.”