After the death of the people, the crematorium is full [Quick Transmigration]

"Calling... your name?"

The Holy Son seemed to be stupefied by fright, and when he heard the evil god's question, he just repeated it foolishly.

The evil god was a little irritable. Although he liked the little lamb obediently and obediently in his arms, it didn't mean that he was shivering with fear like now.

"He's already dead." The evil god raised his chin, still in the familiar compulsive posture, but with a little more imperceptible tenderness than before, "You're not afraid of me, but you are afraid of him?"

The blond youth shook his head slowly: "It's different."

"What's the difference?" The evil god asked aggressively.

The Holy Son seemed to have recovered now. He took a quick look at the environment he was in now. It was still the familiar dark abyss. The evil god held him on his lap, high above the bones.

"Why do you just refuse to let me go?" Shengzi asked, biting his lower lip, with a hint of puzzlement in his vigilant and stubborn expression, "People say that you haven't appeared on the mainland for thousands of years, why now? again……?"

The evil god chuckled: "I just didn't bother to care about those disputes, so I fell asleep on my own initiative."

The Son stared at him coldly, obviously not believing the reason.

The Cthulhu regretted watching the blond young man wipe the blood off his cheeks with the back of his hand. To be honest, the holy son's snow-white skin was stained with bright red. This beautiful picture of holiness and defilement made him want to move... But Duke Miser In the past, the evil god could only temporarily suppress this thought in his heart.

While it would be fun to watch the little lamb cry and scream for himself in bed, it's not the time yet.

"Since you don't want to kill me," said the Son, "let me go back."

This was indeed the idea of ​​the evil god, but he always felt that he was at a loss. Seeing the mark where the blond young man had bitten his lower lip out of fear just now, the evil god felt hot inside, stretched out his fingers and licked it heavily.

A slight tingling came from his lips, and Shengzi turned his head, but his hands were behind his back because of the black mucus, unable to move.

"You are such a stubborn child," the evil god sighed, "Why are you unwilling to accept my power? I have already given it to you. The next time you face this kind of person, you just need to call on my power." Name, you can easily kill him."

"My faith does not allow my hands to be stained with blood." The Holy Son said firmly, "I will never kill anyone."

"So, your belief is to let the weak be bullied/bullied by the strong, and the immature children die under the play of the nobles?" The evil god raised the corners of his lips playfully, "That's really true, very bright and righteous 'ah."

The Son was silent.

Thinking of Duke Miser's dictation, he was of course angry, but the doctrine forced him to hold back, and he even had to patiently enlighten the other party and help the tyrant... The Holy Son also felt very painful about this.

"The God of Light will punish you." He whispered.

The evil god laughed.

"How naive," he sighed, and suddenly grabbed the Son's long golden hair roughly, forcing him not to look up, "Then look, these people, are they still waiting to be punished?"

Through the water mirror of the evil god, he saw the people living in the slums being hunted and trampled by the nobles wantonly; The little boy who was only three years old was covered with wounds and lay dying at the feet of the nobleman, but he could not receive any treatment, and even his bones were used as collectibles...

The Son trembled again.

Different from the previous fear, a layer of deep pain appeared on his face.

This pain is due to empathy for these civilians, and also because the deep-rooted beliefs in my heart have been shaken since childhood.Seeing this, the evil god didn't continue to force him to watch, but bent down, gently kissed his forehead with cold lips, and kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't cry, child." He said pitifully, his eyes seemed to be looking at his most beloved pet, "I will always be with you."

The blond young man opened his eyes, and clear tears flowed down his cheeks slowly.

"I don't believe it," but he still tremblingly said, "I want to meet the God of Light. I believe that he will never abandon his most loyal people."

The evil god's eyes were a little strange: "Do you want to see the God of Light?"

"Yes." The Holy Son lowered his head, rarely showing his respect to him, "Please tell me how to meet him, I am very grateful that you saved me from the outlaws, but please forgive me for not being able to Change your beliefs. No matter what, I am still the most beloved child of the God of Light."

I don't know which sentence touched the evil god, he let out a pleasant chuckle, and nodded slowly under the puzzled eyes of the Holy Son.

"Okay," he said, "since you want to see him so much, then go to the place I gave you and pray. As you said, the God of Light will never abandon his most devout believer."

Before the Holy Son could continue to speak, the evil god's figure disappeared in front of him.

He returned to the dark and oppressive confession room again.

The pungent smell of blood made Shengzi nauseated, he groped to open the door, and rushed out stumbled out covered in blood.

"Come here!!!"

The death of Duke Miser once again shook the entire Church.

The Pope presided over a purification ceremony overnight, and ordered the servants to clean the entire church thoroughly. All the expensive furniture were burned. Anyway, the church has enough money to buy it again—but, once it is contaminated with depravity, it will be terrible. It's no joke.

"How could such a thing happen!" He was furious, and his suspicion of the Son was even stronger, but he didn't have any evidence, and he didn't even know how to talk to Lin Xiaodong.

Because in this matter, the Holy Son is also a complete victim.

If Duke Miser died for other reasons, no matter what, the nobles would have reason to seize the opportunity to hold the Holy Son accountable.However, as long as a person sees the body of Duke Miser, he will not feel that this is something that ordinary people can do-all the blood in the body boils in an instant, and even explodes from the inside out. This is something that humans can do. Did you do it?

Obviously, this is not possible.

For this reason, the Pope also specially issued an edict, warning the people to pay attention to strangers and foreigners around them, as well as pagans who would spread all kinds of forbidden knowledge.A vigorous activity similar to the witch hunt in the Middle Ages was launched. Whether in the capital or in the countryside, countless innocent civilians were killed every day.

Even those scholars who propagate agricultural knowledge to farmers will be framed by villains and labeled as "heretics".For a time, people on the mainland were panicked, a large number of books were burned, and there was no chronology of knowledge of the school of mathematics.

Lin Xiaodong is well aware of these things, but he is just a "god's favorite child", not a nobleman, nor the pope, and has no rights in his hands.Therefore, even though he wanted to stop it, he was powerless to oppose it.

Moreover, the Pope has been sending people to monitor his daily life and every move. Except for the daily confession, Lin Xiaodong can only face the servants of God in the church every day, and has no opportunity to meet outsiders at all.

He was still thinking, since he acted so similarly, why didn't the evil god tell him how to summon the God of Light?

Could it be that the gods are cheating on him?

Just when Lin Xiaodong was waiting impatiently, one night, he finally dreamed of the evil god again.

"In the northeast corner of the church, in the room that goes straight at the end of the corridor, there is a message I left for you." The evil spirit sat on the bones and looked at him condescendingly, "As for whether you believe it or not, that's up to you." .”

After speaking, Lin Xiaodong woke up in a cold sweat from the dream.

It was the middle of the night, and even the people watching him had already fallen asleep.He picked up a magic candle, put on a white pajamas, carefully left the room, and found the room that the evil god said.

This is an empty remote collection room, scattered with many collections that can be sold for sky-high prices outside, but are worthless in the church.And the most conspicuous thing is the statue of the God of Light under the moonlight.

Lin Xiaodong walked to the front slowly, and saw that the thick dust on the ground was suddenly blown away by the wind, revealing the handwriting written in blood below:

"Pray, the destined one will hear your call."

He hesitated.

In fact, Lin Xiaodong hasn't decided whether to really believe in the Cthulhu, but apart from the very unpleasant first meeting, the Cthulhu didn't take any other offensive actions towards him, let alone this time he was still really perverted. saved him...

Forget it, he thought, it was better than staying in the church all the time and being watched.

After making up his mind, Lin Xiaodong stopped hesitating, knelt down on his knees as he usually prayed, clasped his hands together, discarded all distracting thoughts, and began to silently recite the contents of the "Bright Canon".

But he didn't realize that with the sound of his prayers, the bloody characters on the ground gradually distorted and deformed, and finally turned into a treacherous smiling face, which gradually faded away with the wind...

The statue of the God of Light in front of him began to glow faintly.

"...Blessed by the light, all the evils will retreat."

After saying the last prayer, the Holy Son seemed to feel something, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he opened his eyes with joy.

——Next, he saw the most incredible scenery in his life.

The pale golden morning light reflected in the sky, faint and distant hymns came from his ears, and birds flew past his eyes.He floated in mid-air, taking everything in the world into his eyes, and the warmth of the sun surrounded his body.

A blond man with a white hood and whose face could not be seen clearly sat on the clouds and held him tenderly in his arms.

"Welcome to Paradise, my child."

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