Chapter 110#

The Holy Son of the Fallen Evil God#

Commander Ike did not give him a direct response, which was also within Lin Xiaodong’s expectations.

After all, his words were essentially inviting the other party to pick a side, so it was normal to be cautious.

However, because of this incident, Lin Xiaodong finally discovered a way to calm the “Holy Spirit’s” fussing—by trying his best to divert his attention. As long as he didn’t think about it every moment, it naturally wouldn’t cause trouble.

After repeatedly confirming that this method was indeed effective, Lin Xiaodong was instantly revived. The next day, he couldn’t wait to drag Ike to Count Lyle’s manor. His cheerful appearance made those who didn’t know better think he was going on a spring outing.

Ike was very helpless but could only follow closely behind the golden-haired youth, having his companions stay alert to their surroundings at all times.

They also brought five or six bottles of holy water this time. Although Lin Xiaodong highly doubted whether this stuff was actually effective, if worst came to worst, he could drink it as water if he got thirsty on the way.

But once they arrived at the scene, Lin Xiaodong realized that his previous thoughts had been too naive.

The Count’s manor was very large, but since the commoners living there had already been taken away by the church’s knights, only abandoned fields, low thatched huts, and scarecrows swaying in the wind could be seen.

Lin Xiaodong locked eyes with a smiling scarecrow and felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart—this place indeed looked a bit off.

It was too quiet.

Normally, how could such farmland and manors not have even a single bird?

A loud sound of swallowing saliva came from behind. Ike turned and glared fiercely at the knight, then frowned and said to Lin Xiaodong with a grave expression, “Holy Son, the Count’s mansion is just ahead.”

Lin Xiaodong saw it too, of course.

The fire that night had indeed burned fiercely. The originally magnificent three-story duplex mansion was now entirely charred black on the outside. Although the rain in the latter half of the night had extinguished the flames and the building hadn’t collapsed, it was clear at a glance that it was completely uninhabitable.

Even from their perspective, they could only see pitch blackness inside the door. The dark stairs looked like the entrance to an abyss of hell, making one’s skin crawl.

Even Ike’s face showed a trace of hesitation, but in the blink of an eye, the golden-haired Holy Son beside him had vanished.

“Your Highness!?” His pupils shrank, and he instinctively drew his sword.

“What’s the panic? I’m right here,” Lin Xiaodong shouted to him from beside a well not far away. “Come and see this!”

Ike strode over, and before he could even reprimand the Holy Son for running around despite warnings, he was made to gasp by the fishy stench coming from inside the well. “This… what happened here?”

Lin Xiaodong didn’t answer but pursed his lips and slowly pulled up the bucket that had been lowered.

He felt that this well wasn’t deep because the bucket couldn’t sink to the bottom. But according to the commoner girl from before, their family had relied on this well for generations. The amount of water needed just to irrigate these few acres of farmland would have likely dried up an ordinary shallow well long ago.

The moment the bucket was pulled up, Lin Xiaodong’s breath hitched, and the surrounding knights instantly turned pale.

The entire bucket was filled with foul-smelling blood-water. More terrifyingly, a spherical object—rendered as a strawberry mosaic—rolled out to Commander Ike’s feet.

System: “Eeeeek! It’s going to die!!!!”

Lin Xiaodong: “…So what exactly did you censor with a mosaic?”

The System was busy screaming and had no time to deal with him, but Lin Xiaodong quickly got the answer from Commander Ike’s hoarse voice: “Judging by the state of this eyeball, the person below has been dead for at least ten days.”

Looking at the black-haired Knight Commander’s iron-blue face and suppressed expression, Lin Xiaodong suddenly found the strawberry mosaic much more pleasing to the eye.

At least he could still have a proper dinner tonight.

Although he really wanted to find out the identity of the deceased, no one present was willing to go down and haul up those corpses that might have already soaked into sponges. Just thinking about it was enough to make one lose heart.

There was no choice but to fill the well on the spot.

The golden-haired Holy Son stood aside, watching the well gradually being filled under the knights’ hard work, and softly chanted from the ‘Holy Scripture of Light’ to purify their souls. But after a while, his body began to sway, and a drop of cold sweat silently vanished into his collar. With the Evil God’s help, the corruptive aura in the Holy Son’s body was forcibly sealed, but his fallen body still felt a repulsion toward the aura of light, leading to the current result.

It was fine inside Raphael’s church; Bishop Raphael, who was supposed to have powerful magic, was a fraud, and Ike specialized in swordsmanship and knew little about magic… but if he returned to the main Church, he would probably be seized by the Pope on the spot, Lin Xiaodong thought secretly.

It seemed he should also pack his things and get ready to run.

The Holy Son forced himself to finish the chapter, declining Ike’s support, and walked toward the roots of a nearby tree, feeling dizzy and wanting to rest for a moment. Suddenly, a cold sensation came from his wrist. He instinctively turned his head to look but only had time to let out a muffled “Mm” before being completely dragged into the darkness.

Watching him being kidnapped right under his nose, Ike’s eyes nearly split from rage: “Your Highness!”

He lunged into the woods, looking around blankly, but couldn’t see the culprit at all. The other party seemed to have vanished into thin air, moving so fast that Ike could only catch a glimpse of a black shadow flitting across his retina.

Just then, Ike caught another glimpse of that black shadow in his peripheral vision.

“Alert!” he roared.

All the knights drew their swords simultaneously. They wanted to chase the shadow, but when they saw the other party unhesitatingly crash into the Count’s mansion doors, they stopped in hesitation and turned their heads to look at their commander.

Ike gritted his teeth and said through forced composure, “Divide into two teams, enter!”

The knights lined up in silence. No one spoke. The eerie, oppressive atmosphere since the blood-water in the well had been permeating the group. After the Holy Son was also taken by an unknown entity, panic grew within the ranks. Only because of Ike’s usual prestige did no one desert.

Commoners envied these church knights, thinking they looked very grand patrolling the streets on horseback. Almost all commoner children wanted to become church knights when they grew up. But only they understood that knights were like cannon fodder in the church. Knights from commoner backgrounds were even lower-class, with plenty of young men ready to replace them at any time.

Therefore, they didn’t dare to get injured, yet they were desperate when completing tasks, because even if they died in battle, the compensation could allow their families to live a decent life.

Before entering the mansion, Ike glanced worriedly at the sky. When they first arrived, it was sunny and cloudless, but in just this short time, clouds had covered the sun, casting a shadow over everyone’s hearts.

“May the God of Light protect us,” he sighed in his heart and strode into the mansion.

Judging by the charred marks on the walls, the fire should have spread from the second floor. Ike quickly scanned the various charred decorations in the living room that were originally priceless, and motioned to his subordinates with a wave of his hand, signaling them to start checking.

“Commander, look at this.”

A young knight pointed in one direction, his voice uncontrollably trembling.

Ike focused his gaze and was horrified to find a woman hidden behind the door of the mansion!

He walked over quickly. Judging by the jewelry she was wearing and the fingernail marks on the door, this should be Count Lyle’s wife. When the fire broke out, the doors and windows of the mansion had been locked from the outside, so she couldn’t escape and could only be ruthlessly consumed by the flames.

“Rest in peace, madam,” Ike said solemnly.

Then he unhesitatingly took all the jewelry from her body.

There was no choice; the church didn’t give them allowances. If Ike, as the commander, strictly followed those rules and regulations, his knights wouldn’t last long before joining this lady.

Therefore, seeing the Knight Commander’s actions, the other knights also pretended not to see, focusing on their own tasks and carefully investigating the first floor.

On the other side, after being kidnapped by the “black shadow,” Lin Xiaodong opened his eyes and, as expected, saw the Evil God’s hatefully familiar, handsome face.

He ground his teeth, but adhering to the principle of acting the full part, he quickly broke free from the Evil God’s embrace and lowered his head, tremblingly saying, “My God, do you have an urgent matter for summoning me?”

“If I hadn’t brought you here, you would have soon been exposed in front of those people,” the Evil God raised his eyebrows and said indifferently.

Lin Xiaodong was stunned. Seeing the white hair falling over his forehead, he finally realized.

“My God, thank you for your generous help.” But soon he noticed golden symmetrical runes appearing on his chest, starting from the center of his collarbone and spreading all the way to his lower back. “But… what are these?”

These golden runes seemed to have life, carrying a primitive and simple beauty from ancient times, appearing particularly striking on his dark skin.

But Lin Xiaodong always felt a bit awkward.

He felt like those body-painted people in art exhibitions, feeling somewhat, cough, ashamed.

Sitting on the throne made of black liquid, the Evil God extended his fingertip, tracing down the golden lines on the youth’s torso, stimulating the youth’s skin into a series of fine shivers and causing his breathing to gradually quicken.

“A masterpiece,” he sighed softly. “I never thought I would have a believer who both believes in light and is willing to embrace darkness at the same time.”

By now, the Evil God finally believed what the Holy Son had said before—that from beginning to end, he only believed in the deity himself. The auras of light and darkness blended perfectly on the youth’s body. The sliver of intention he had left in the youth’s body had also been completely absorbed by the other party, turning into abundant magic power.

Of course, the Evil God wouldn’t tell his cute little lamb this for now.

“Come here,” he beckoned.

The white-haired youth walked submissively to him and was taken back into the Evil God’s embrace. After lifting the youth’s chin and carefully tasting the softness of those thin lips, the Evil God’s pleasure level clearly rose by several percentage points.

“My… My God,” the Holy Son was left a bit breathless by the kiss, but he hadn’t forgotten the purpose of his coming today, cautiously requesting the deity, “Commander Ike and the others are still waiting for me below.”

If he hadn’t mentioned Ike, it would have been fine, but the moment he brought him up, the Evil God’s face instantly darkened.

“Why do you bother with those ants?” he sneered. “They’re just the church’s running dogs—no, they’re not even running dogs.”

Pressing against the youth’s ear, the deity chuckled and asked in a cruel and magnetic voice, “Guess, if I summon the abyss army on the continent, how many ants like them will die?”