Chapter 107#

The Fallen Evil God’s Saint#

The tear that fell on his cheek was light, and carried a hint of coldness.

…But the evil god trembled slightly as if scalded.

“What are you doing?” he lay on the bed, asking the Saint above him in a hoarse voice.

The white-haired youth straightened his body slightly, looking at him with a sad gaze that made the evil god almost want to flee in embarrassment on the spot, and asked softly: “My God, you have always refused to tell me the truth, is it because of this?”

The evil god opened his mouth: “I…”

He didn’t understand, where did he give himself away?

When interacting with the Saint in his evil god identity, he had never revealed his true form. Even if his tone just now sounded a bit less “God of Light-like,” to immediately associate it with his identity, and even guess that the God of Light was his past self… wasn’t that a bit too incredible?

“Because, you are my most steadfast faith,” the white-haired youth said. “I follow not the Light, nor any Church, but only you. So, no matter what you become, I will always be by your side.”

The evil god sat up from the bed. He resumed his attire from the abyss, looking at the determined expression on the youth’s face with a complex gaze.

“Do you know what you’re saying?” At this very moment, his tone became cold. “You are the Saint of the Church of Light. Never mind falling, even if you are just tainted with a trace of corruption, the people of the Church will absolutely not let you off.”

“Then let them come,” the white-haired youth showed a frank and fearless smile. His gaze at the evil god was no longer the hatred and coldness of the past, but filled with the same trust as when he looked at the God of Light. “I am not afraid of death, My God. My only fear is that you will completely despair of this world and abandon your most loyal believer.”

“I have long despaired of this world,” the evil god said coldly.

“Then I will go to the abyss with you,” the white-haired youth said without hesitation.

“…It’s impossible for humans to live in the abyss for long, unless you truly don’t want to live anymore.”

Even though the evil god had lived for thousands of years, he felt a headache facing such a difficult Saint.

He wanted to ask the other party, you weren’t like this originally. How did you become so… proactive after knowing my identity?

But to say he wasn’t moved would certainly be a lie.

The evil god sighed and reached out to pull the Saint into his arms. The white-haired youth clung to the lean waist under the deity’s black robe, resting his chin on his broad shoulder and neck. This action could be considered presumptuous, but the evil god indulged his behavior and even reached out to slowly stroke the moon-pale, smooth long hair of the person in his arms.

“My child,” a low, hoarse voice with a hint of tenderness sounded in the Saint’s ear, “I understand your feelings, but there’s no need. I admit, for a thousand years, you are the most loyal believer I have ever seen, so… this news, I will only tell you alone.”

He stepped back a little, looking calmly at Lin Xiaodong, and said flatly: “I am going to die.”

The Saint exclaimed in shock: “My God, what are you saying!?”

“I’m not lying to you,” the evil god said. “Originally, after my fall, I was severely weakened and had been hiding in the abyss to recuperate. You know about the Church of Light’s purges against cults over these past few centuries. My source of faith was further cut off. Although I still possess divinity, with the loss of power, I will eventually turn into dust in the abyss.”

The white-haired youth suddenly stood up from the bed, clenching his fists and saying: “Then I will rebel against the Church now and recruit believers for you! As long as there is the power of faith, can you not recover?”

“And then create another Church of Light?” the evil god retorted.

“…………” The Saint was speechless.

“So, I never planned to recruit believers,” the evil god said. “There is only one god on this continent, and I have existed in history for thousands of years. I have long wanted to experience the feeling of death.”

“No,” the white-haired youth shook his head desperately. “I don’t want you to die… even if you yourself want to, I absolutely forbid it!”

The evil god smiled.

He broke free from his heavy state and quickly reverted to his former appearance as a fallen evil god, who even when smiling carried a hint of malice and a strangely pleased expression. The deity’s black long hair moved without wind, and black viscous liquid gradually enveloped the entire bedroom, blocking out the moonlight from the window.

Even the evil god’s body, which was originally almost identical to a human’s, began to show demonic features, and his stature grew rapidly. Even when sitting, he could look Lin Xiaodong, who was standing on the bed, in the eye.

Hearing the bed creak under the unbearable weight, Lin Xiaodong, who had been acting with great enthusiasm, finally came back to his senses and looked at the evil god, who had revealed his true abyss form, with trepidation: “My God… what, what are you doing?”

Although the one in front of him indeed had Gu Xi’s face, he was a god after all!

And because the evil god’s physique was too different from his own, Lin Xiaodong often found it difficult to connect the two.

He felt like… he had put a green hat on Old Gu?

The evil god extended a sharp black nail, wanting to wipe away the tears on the youth’s face, but because he didn’t control his strength well, Lin Xiaodong felt a slight sting—it must have broken the skin, no doubt.

“Anyway, I’m going to die,” the evil god leaned down, looked at his instinctive flinch, and gave a low laugh. “Before I die, let me taste a delicious little lamb, it’s not too much, is it?”

“Ah?” Lin Xiaodong, still foolishly thinking he wanted to eat lamb, immediately turned to leave. “Then I’ll go make some for you… Mmm!”

His pupils shrank. Looking at the black viscous liquid that suddenly bound his limbs, he momentarily thought he had returned to the first day he crossed into this world.

So, the white-haired youth thought in despair, the “little lamb” he just mentioned, was actually himself?

“Let me think, where should I start eating from?” The evil god stood in front of Lin Xiaodong, who was trapped on a black cross with his limbs forced open, stroking his chin and seriously pondering. “Hmm, the meat on the chest looks tender, but the butt seems pretty good too…”

He swept a glance, and the black viscous liquid immediately extended a tentacle fawningly, tearing open the white nightgown to display the Saint’s elastic and soft chest to the evil god.

Lin Xiaodong began to be afraid.

The white-haired youth’s eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at the tall evil god in front of him, trembling, yet he mustered the courage to say: “My, My God, are you hungry?”

“Yes,” the evil god asked intentionally, “My little lamb, you’re not scared, are you? You just said you’d go to the abyss with me.”

Lin Xiaodong: “…………”

Let your mouth be damned! He slapped himself hard in his heart.

“Then, then you eat,” he closed his eyes righteously. Lin Xiaodong absolutely didn’t believe the evil god would really kill him. At most, he’d contribute two pieces of meat as a weight loss measure. “I’ll try not to cry out in pain… but no promises.” He opened his eyes and quickly added.

The evil god finally couldn’t hold back and let out a muffled laugh.

Truly, how could he be so cute?

The evil god’s large hand firmly gripped the white-haired youth’s waist. The skin, beautiful as black pearls, almost made him unable to let go. The black viscous liquid retreated from the youth’s body like a tide, knowing its place, but still left some companions behind, transforming into slender ropes that coiled around his torso, presenting the deity’s most beloved sacrifice to its master…

The next morning, the evil god was nowhere to be found in Lin Xiaodong’s room.

He lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, wondering what he had done last night.

But all that remained in Lin Xiaodong’s mind was an endless, suffocating darkness, and a heat and madness that, though unseen, could still be clearly felt through his body.

…It’s outrageous.

The evil god, relying on his status as a deity, did whatever he pleased. Lin Xiaodong was half-scared to death just by seeing his physique, and after experiencing it firsthand… he could only say that he was just a hair’s breadth away from truly joining this bastard in the abyss.

The blond youth gnashed his teeth fiercely, but miraculously found that his body, which had almost been tormented into a rag doll last night, felt no discomfort at all. There wasn’t even a single mark on him.

Even his corrupted appearance had returned to normal.

This must be the evil god’s masterpiece, but Lin Xiaodong didn’t understand why the other party would do this.

Just as he was in a daze, a knock suddenly came from outside the door.

The sound was very urgent, like raindrops.

Lin Xiaodong came back to his senses, tidied his collar slightly, and raised his voice: “Come in.”

A divine servant, his face full of panic, opened the door and rushed in, stuttering: “Saint, no, something bad has happened!”

Lin Xiaodong couldn’t help but frown: “What’s bad? Speak slowly.”

The servant gasped a few times, barely calming down, but his whole body was still trembling uncontrollably, and intense fear appeared in his eyes: “Now it’s spread throughout the Royal Capital, Your Holiness, the evil god has appeared!”

“Earl Lyall of the West District, a family of thirteen, was wiped out by the evil god overnight, not a single one left!”