Chapter 104#

The Fallen Evil God’s Saint#

“My… My God?”

The blond Saint looked up, his voice trembling, showing an expression of excitement mixed with disbelief.

His hand instinctively grabbed the God of Light’s robe, but realizing this seemed a bit overstepping, he suddenly withdrew it, allowing the God of Light to hold his waist, straightening his back, not daring to move.

“No need to be so nervous, my child.” The God of Light gently stroked his long hair as if he couldn’t put it down, letting the silk-like smooth hair slip through his fingertips. The Saint suddenly tensed up—he hadn’t forgotten that this long hair was the work of the evil god.

“You…” he said with difficulty, lowering his head in shame, “My God, I am sinful.”

The God of Light’s movement paused.

“Do you have anything to confess to me?” His tone was calm, and just listening to it could bring a sense of spiritual peace to people. However, this made the blond youth in his arms even more uneasy. He twisted his body slightly and whispered: “I… I made a deal with the evil god.”

“Are you talking about the matter of asking him how to see me?” The God of Light said clearly, “That’s not called a deal, child. You didn’t pay anything, and he didn’t ask any price from you.”

“But, but that was the evil god after all…”

The Saint’s voice gradually faded. Pure as he was, he seemed simply unable to forgive himself for such an overstepping behavior.

Seeing this, the God of Light gave a low laugh. Because the distance was too close, the magnetic voice almost vibrated the Saint’s eardrum, bringing a wave of unspeakable tingling sensation.

“Look at me, child.”

The blond youth turned around submissively, but only saw a blurry white cloud under the hood.

“…My God, do you have any instructions?” he asked in confusion.

The God of Light didn’t answer him immediately, but just gently touched the Saint’s face with his hand. Completely different from the attitude of resistance and disgust towards the evil god, when facing the God of Light, the Saint was as well-behaved as a lop-eared rabbit. That look of attachment and submission, giving and taking whatever requested, made the God’s heart itch for a moment.

But at the same time, a trace of anger couldn’t help but emerge in his heart.

Clearly both were gods, why was the Saint only so submissive to the God of Light?

The evil god disguised as the God of Light decided that he wanted to properly punish this disobedient little lamb.

“My child,” and in the eyes of the blond youth, it was the God of Light holding him in his arms speaking again, his voice as gentle and pleasant as ever, “take off your clothes. I want to check your body. The evil god is full of tricks, and I don’t want him to leave any traces on you.”

The blond Saint stiffened slightly, but in front of his supreme faith, he didn’t think much and nodded submissively: “As you command, My God. I will go and change clothes now.”

“No need,” the God of Light said, “right here.”

“…………”

“Don’t think too much, child.” His voice was peaceful, seemingly not feeling the Saint’s embarrassment at all, “Humans are my creations. The physical body is just an appearance. Beauty and bones are no different to me. Your faith is not pure enough yet.”

“I’m sorry, My God.” The Saint lowered his head in shame, “I was obsessed.”

After saying that, he reached out and unbuttoned his buttons one by one.

Along with the Saint’s movements, the pure white long robe draped over him fell under the God of Light’s seat, revealing the youth’s snow-white chest and two cherry-red tips. However, seeing that the God of Light didn’t speak, the Saint paused for a moment and continued his hand movements.

When he finally faced the God of Light honestly in an infant posture, the Saint’s fair cheeks had already flushed with a faint blush due to shyness. Although he couldn’t see the God of Light’s face, he always felt as if he was being sized up with explicit eyes, so he instinctively curled up his body, covering the key parts with his hands. His slender calves and snow-white arches were also tensed into a beautiful line.

—Like a newborn little lamb pressed under the paws of a wolf king.

The God of Light leaned against the armrest of the divine throne, tilting his head to admire for a while.

“Beautiful,” he sighed once more.

The God used one hand to lift that long golden hair, while his right hand slid down along the Saint’s lean spine, his fingertips touching the hexagram brand he had personally carved with blood and magic power back then. Sensing the owner’s approach, the hexagram instantly lit up with a dazzling blood-red light, stimulating the Saint to instinctively look up and let out a low “ah” cry of pain.

The point was, this pain was not fleeting, but wave after wave, continuous. The Saint trembled and covered his mouth, trying his best to endure the stimulation of pain, even the corners of his eyes were stained with moist crimson. For no reason, the God suddenly thought of a kind of red fruit that believers presented on golden trays before he fell.

That kind of fruit has thin skin, large filling, and abundant juice. Local people use it to squeeze juice, and young girls also like to use it to dye cloth. With just a pinch, abundant juice can pour out. When it’s ripe and you take a bite, the honey-sweet taste will fill the entire mouth.

Just like the blond Saint in his arms.

“My, My God,” the Saint seemed unable to bear it, finally slightly tilted his head with tears in his eyes, his voice trembling as he asked, “did… did you discover something?”

“Ah, yes,” the God came back to his senses, carelessly withdrew his hand, and the Saint immediately relaxed and let out a long sigh of relief, “it’s all right now, child, rest assured.”

“Thank you, My God.” The pure Saint, unaware of the truth, also thanked him sincerely, his gaze watching the God of Light full of attachment and gratitude, “Merciful God, please tell me, what can I do for you?”

The God of Light looked down at him.

“There is indeed one thing,” the evil god hidden under the white mist expanded his lips more and more, showing a smile full of interest and malice, “only you can do.”

“Please tell me, even if I have to go through fire and water, even if I fall into eternal perdition, I will definitely do it for you!”

The Saint clenched his fists and said passionately.

“That’s not necessary,” the God was amused by his heroic sacrifice appearance. He gently covered the blond youth’s warm and soft lower abdomen with his large hand, feeling the muscles under his palm instantly tighten. He said in a tone with a hint of pleasure, “My dear child, I need a Saint—a truly belonging to us, pure-blooded Saint. You understand what I mean, right?”

“…………”

The Saint was stunned.

He stared at the God of Light blankly, as if he hadn’t yet reacted to what an excessive request his most beloved God had just made, only stuttering: “But, but I am a man…”

“That doesn’t matter,” the God of Light said gently, “God is omnipotent.”

“—So, child, are you willing to nurture this life for me?”

I! DON’T! WANT! TO!

Lin Xiaodong shouted wildly in his heart, but he still tried to put on a fearful posture and replied: “My God, I’m worried… I cannot undertake such a great responsibility, and I don’t have any preparation, don’t know how to do it…”

“You are too anxious, child, relax a bit.” The God looked at the blond youth who was sweating from anxiety on his forehead and couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “You don’t have to do anything, I’ll do it.”

“I &￥#% your ancestors!”

The Saint was submissive on the surface, but had already cursed wildly in his heart.

He racked his brain to continue thinking, how on earth could he convince this disrespectful God of Light before him—after all, according to that ancient book, the God of Light’s existence on the continent has been at least thousands of years, and Lynn is only in his early twenties. This can no longer be described as an old cow eating tender grass!

But if the one in front of him were the real God of Light, maybe he would listen to the believer’s opinion. The evil god who only wanted to pursue pleasure and fun wouldn’t give Lin Xiaodong this chance. He saw the embarrassment on the Saint’s face at a glance, but as if intentionally not noticing, waved his hand, and the mist floating in heaven scattered, revealing the magnificent Royal Capital cathedral standing under the stars.

The Saint said in bewilderment: “You…”

Without waiting for him to speak, the God of Light opened his lips to the people below who were still sleeping:

“From today on, the Saint shall nurture the Holy Spirit for me. He and my child will both possess supreme authority.”

At this time, it was deep in the night in the Royal Capital. Hearing this oracle seemingly coming from above the clouds, all people who woke up from their dreams knelt on the ground one after another, tremblingly kowtowing to the God of Light.

Among them, of course, were the Pope and nobles.

“Holy Spirit…” The Pope’s eyes turned green with envy. What a supreme glory! From then on, Saint Lynn was equivalent to possessing a death-exemption gold medal—no, even more authoritative than a death-exemption gold medal, this was a decree spoken by the God personally!

He wished he could replace him, but for an old prune like the Pope who was almost seventy, the evil god probably would even despise the osteoporosis of his skeleton if using it as a footstool.

“My God, I…” The Saint had tears in his eyes, looking at the God of Light, momentarily unable to speak.

“I know,” the God suppressed his laughter and gently touched his face and snow-white shoulders and neck, “you’re just too happy, right? But don’t worry, you are qualified to receive the God’s favor.”

The Saint gnashed his teeth, truly unwilling. Pretending to lower his head submissively, his gaze stared unblinkingly at that part under the God of Light’s white robe.

He asked softly: “My God, do you need me to serve you?”

He wanted to see what kind of stuff this God of Light was inside!

Seemingly feeling a subtle wrongness, the God of Light didn’t move for a moment.

Although the evil god very, very, extremely much wanted to hold the youth with snow-white skin in his arms now, making him lose himself and sob, with red marks all over his body, making his whole body flush a beautiful crimson… but at the thought that even his main body didn’t have this treatment yet, the evil god felt very irritable.

Although he knew that with the Saint’s reverence for the God of Light, with just one word from him, the blond youth would submissively kneel in front of him and hand over everything he had obediently.

So, the God, after some careful consideration, finally shook his head.

“Come here, child.” He beckoned. The Saint’s eyelid twitched, but he still obediently leaned against the God’s chest.

The God of Light lowered his head and gently dropped a kiss on his lips.

“Mmm…” The Saint suddenly reached out to cover his mouth and asked somewhat in bewilderment, “What… what did you give me to eat?”

“A seed,” the God of Light said.

He signaled the Saint to look down and see a small, warm yellow halo lighting up on his abdomen—the evil god of course didn’t have the ability to let the Saint conceive a Holy Spirit. The evil god after falling could only let people conceive hideous and terrifying monsters.

But…

If it was just a false pregnancy, the evil god thought smugly, there were plenty of means.

Lin Xiaodong: “…………”

The stimulation today was too great, especially when talking to the God of Light, he had been on the verge of suffocation.

And after seeing the Holy Spirit that had already “set up camp” in his belly, the weak blond Saint trembled all over and finally, living up to expectations, fainted in the God’s arms.