From the slender figure of the saint, I really can't see that she can run so fast, even the shadow is gone in a few seconds.
Just standing in the cold wind, the wound on the paw that I didn't care about suddenly hurt so badly that I couldn't stand still. He drooped his eyelids, his body trembled, and he sat down on the frozen stone-like ground.
It was so uncomfortable, his whole body ached and cold, since he was born, he had never suffered like this.
Not even during the period when he was seriously injured and became a white/elf. At that time, his real consciousness fell asleep, and what acted instead was the false consciousness formed by his body for self-protection.
Suffering is all suffered by false consciousness. He wakes up under the protection of the saint, and comfortably plans how to take her body away.
But he can't take a break to realize it now, that kind of stupid thing, maybe he will take him to death directly.
Guang's heart, which had always been sure of victory, finally trembled. He retracted his paws, and his body was shivering from the cold, before he slowly moved to the nest and lay down to absorb some warmth.
The clothes still have the smell of a saint.
He sniffed it, and it was the same as the smell that he smelt when lying on her neck that day, it was sweet and a little spicy, and it was choking to death when he smelt it closely.
This is the smell of her soul.
Guang lay down for a while, stretching out his slender beak, grabbing the weeds by the nest to eat.
His body has not had a drop of water since its birth, and it has been starving for a long time now, relying on willpower to hold on, no matter if it is weeds, thorns, or even soil, as long as it can fill the stomach, He will eat it.
Barely filling his stomach, he burped with a bitter taste, stood up again, and ran towards the direction the saint left.
The wounds on the paws split open again, dripping with blood, and sometimes accidentally pierced into sharp thorns, leaving behind a series of small red tree forks. Breathing became heavier, and the cub's fragile neurons were buzzing, as if they were about to explode at any moment. Vision gradually becomes blurred.
None of this stopped him.
Tens of billions of years of seemingly endless solitude have tempered his will, and even though the scars of his breasts made him painful, they couldn't make him shrink back in fear and stagnate.
Guang followed the scent as he traveled through the forest, just after he passed a bush decorated with strangely colored fruits, a hot current suddenly rushed from his back.
He rolled violently and left his original position. A wolf with red eyes bared its teeth and rushed forward. Its sharp claws dug hard into the soil and brushed past the chicken cub's soft down.
"Chi—" The hungry wolf panted heavily, and the stinky saliva dripped down, looking at this delicious meatball with great salivation.
Guang frowned in distaste, his black eyes were filled with arrogance and indifference, and he glanced at it lightly.
'Get out of the way, out of the way. '
His eyes clearly express this point of view.
The hungry wolf was enraged, it didn't expect that this little mass would dare to provoke it? With a roar, it jumped up, opened its long fangs, and bit the chicken cub fiercely.
Guang's eyes sharpened, and instead of retreating, he advanced.
The chicken possessed by the God of Light is just an ordinary chicken. Although the god's soul endowed it with an incredible beauty value, it is still a chicken with only 0.5 fighting power.
Everyone knows that a chicken cannot beat a wolf.
So after fighting back and forth for a few rounds, even though Guang has extremely proficient martial arts, fast mobility and super pain tolerance, he was still aggrieved when he was slapped under the wolf's paw after a certain exhaustion, unable to move.
Fangs pierced His wings.
Half of his body lost consciousness, but Guang still looked at the hungry wolf with that cold, blade-like gaze, as if he wanted to penetrate its bones and kill its soul.
The hungry wolf's movements paused for a moment, and what little sanity it had left seemed to be a little cleared by this look. But the fishy-sweet liquid that flowed into the mouth aroused the raging hunger again, it rolled out from its throat a few howls, and closed its jaws without hesitation.
The sound of tearing flesh and blood sounded.
The body of the God of Light gradually turned cold. He looked at the dregs that devoured his flesh and blood. The creatures that he had never paid attention to before became the predators that ended his supreme life.
How absurd, unbelievable.
A foul smell came, and the wolf opened its mouth wide and bit the chicken cub's neck, and its sharp teeth pressed against the gurgling blood vessels, piercing the flesh inch by inch.
At that moment, the hungry wolf was full and the moment when he let down his guard most.
"Pfft."
The chicken cub's immature claws pierced through its body, accurately took out the heart, and crushed it.
The wolf carcass fell heavily to the ground, making a muffled groan, and a line of blood flowed out from the side of the chicken's beak. He opened his mouth and let out a few hoarse laughter.
who is he He is the supreme God of light.
Even if he were to die in such a humiliating form in this wasteland that no one knew about, he would never let anyone kill and devour him. Especially this daring person who dared to covet His flesh and blood, He wanted it to die.
The blood was flowing, the vision was gradually blurred, Guang finally took a look at the world, and closed his eyes with a smile.
…
When he woke up again, he was being held in someone's arms, and there was a cooling sensation from the wound, and the familiar fragrance lingered around him.
It was the saint who abandoned him.
The saint held him like holding a treasure, her fingertips brushed gently over the feathers, with endless care and care, and gently healed his wounds.
The torch was burning fiercely, bringing waves of heat, and the cold body gradually regained consciousness, and the soft blanket wrapped him, soothing the stiff bones.
Compared with the thrill of almost dying in the wolf's mouth before, the warm and comfortable scene in front of him is like an illusion.
Guang suddenly felt a sense of grievance.
Didn't you lose me, and now you are pretending to be a good person.
He didn't open his eyes, turned around without saying a word, hid his furry face, but his spirit was tense, and he pricked up his ears to listen to the movement above.
"Yo, you're awake?" Amelia paused, put down the medicine bottle, and touched the chicken's tiny head with her fingertips, "How do you feel?"
"Chi..." Guang twisted for a while, and still gave a weak chitter under the gentle touch, twitching his feet as he was dying.
He really looked pitiful, he had lost half of his wings, his wound was wide open, his short neck was still wrapped with a thick layer of gauze, and his soft white feathers were soaked with blood.
But those dark eyes looked over carefully, with meekness and flattery, a little bit of resentment, but didn't dare to show it, so they were stained with grievances, and the tears were full of moisture.
Amelia's heart softened all of a sudden.
She considered for a moment, then discussed: "How about this? I have a friend who likes small animals and is gentle and kind. I will send you to her, and she will definitely treat you well, okay?"
Send... send out
Guang, who was still putting on a show, was stunned.
Are you still human? ?
look at me! Am I not pitiful, cute and lovable
I just want to be an ordinary pet, why is it so difficult...
Light's eyes were empty and his soul was lost.
It was the first time he was bullied like this, and it was also the first time he felt what it was like to be aggrieved.
This woman doesn't drink water, doesn't eat soft and hard things, looks delicate and weak, but actually has deep thoughts, and is hard to be shaken by foreign objects. It's an extremely tough stubble.
But the God of Light will never give up.
Guang gambled on his pride as a god, and vowed to take down the mountain of Amelia, making her crazy for him, and regretting the actions of abandoning him again and again today.
Then willingly and beggingly accepted him as a pet!
Due to the fierce resistance of the chicken cub, the feeding operation was forced to stop. Amelia temporarily packed a small nest for it from the garden, with curtains to protect it from the wind, and food and water bowls. It was fully furnished, thoughtful and comfortable.
But just don't let it in the door.
"Lie down well, don't move around, the wound will break free again." Amelia patted its head, and closed the door without looking back.
Facing the heartless door, Guang once again trembled with anger.
After closing the door, Amelia activated the eavesdropping rune.
The first ones were some ordinary conversations, sporadic and messy, without any key information. After listening for a while, Amelia began to speed up, until she suddenly heard a familiar voice.
-"What do you mean?"
The familiar female voice was full of anger and annoyance.
Amelia paused her hands, and quickly brought her voice back to the original speed. She recalled where she had heard this voice in her mind, and at the same time listened intently to the voice of conversation leaking out of the rune.
The presiding judge said: "What do I mean, you should already be very clear. The light is dead, and we have no way out."
"Then you shouldn't contact those people. Don't you know what kind of disgusting and dirty garbage that is?" The female voice was hysterical.
The presiding judge smiled, and his tone was kind and gentle: "Of course I know, but now they are the only people with magical power in this world. As long as they can become powerful, possess supreme power, and become masters who dominate the lives and deaths of others, the dark What is the difference between a god and a god of light?"
"Did you say so, Debra?"
debra.
As soon as the judge's words came out, all the speculations in Amelia's heart were shattered. She was not surprised, but felt a sense of peace of mind that the dust had settled.
It's similar to the feeling of 'she is an old rival'.
The conversation between the two continued.
Debra's voice changed from angry to calm, as cold as ice: "You lied to me."
The presiding judge said: "Where did I lie to you? Didn't I give you everything I promised you? Don't worry, I will find a reason to hand over the position of chief to you in a few days. Even if I get there, I will not be there. will treat you badly."
Debra said word by word: "No, I won't go with you."
Her voice was tight, as if she had made up her mind, accompanied by the slight sound of fabric rubbing, "You are a liar, trash! You are far worse than His Majesty the Pope, I really shouldn't have believed your nonsense back then! "
This was followed by several extremely loud metal crashes.
Amelia realizes what Debra is doing, she is going to assassinate the judge.
This is really not a wise decision.
Not to mention the guarding cavaliers, as far as the judge himself is concerned, although he looks obese and not good at exercising, in fact he has been battle-hardened and experienced, and he is one of the best masters in the God Cult.
But Debra has never experienced actual combat, only practiced a little show. It is absolutely impossible to be the opponent of the presiding judge.
Amelia suddenly stood up. While paying close attention to the movement on the other side of the rune, she put on her cloak, took her weapon, and hurried towards the cathedral where the rune was located.
The metallic sound of weapons clashing was heard for a while.
Debra was out of breath, but the presiding judge said with a smile, "Are you sure you want to fight me?"
"Debra, if you think about it carefully, what is the difference between light and darkness? Don't they both want to kill people? Now that the gods have fallen, what are you still insisting on?"
"You fart!" Debra snapped.
The heavy panting continued, and her movements seemed to be getting more and more difficult, until there was a loud noise that the air could not pass through when she strangled her throat, and the fighting sound stopped abruptly.
The presiding judge sighed: "You are so rude, then there is nothing I can do. Debra, since you are so obsessed with the light, then serve Him after you die."
The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh.
Amelia's heart tightened, and she speeded up to run through the last corner, and in front of her was the majestic cathedral.
The door was wide open, and not far from the corpse of His Majesty the Pope, Debra lay there dying with a dagger stuck in her chest.
There was no one else in the church, and the presiding judge was away.
"Debra?" Amelia tiptoed in, knelt beside her and called her softly.
Hearing the sound, Debra struggled to open her eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes were empty, and the gurgling blood took away most of her warmth and strength.
"I, I will never... go back to that kind of place..." Debra murmured, "I want to...succeed, become the best..."
The voice gradually decreased until it could no longer be heard.
she died.
Amelia was terrified.
"What on earth are you trying to do?" Her voice was cold, angry and murderous.
The presiding judge appeared behind her at some point, and was slowly wiping off the blood on his hands, sighing, "I can't help it, there's a lot of noise on the border, and seeing the sun set, I'm ready to call. "
Amelia gritted her teeth: "Go if you want, no one stops you, why kill the Pope?"
The presiding judge snorted and said, "This old thing blocks my way every day, and I have long wanted to send him to death. Now this opportunity is just right, and it just happens to be used as my vote to bring me a steady stream of wealth and rights." , haha, it can be regarded as the last use of this old thing."
Amelia clenched the dagger: "What about me, you want to kill me too?"
The presiding judge unexpectedly denied it: "No, I want to take you away. Someone wants to see you."
Amelia was taken aback: "Who?"
"You don't need to know who it is, just follow me."
The presiding judge took Amelia's dagger as easily as a kitten would take a dried fish from under its claws, and tightly wrapped his steel-like hands around the girl's arms.
Amelia was pulled up by him, stumbled out, gritted her teeth and said, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered by doing this?"
"Discovered?" The presiding judge smiled: "Who will find out? Tomorrow the news that you are possessed by a dark creature will spread throughout the gods. No one will doubt me. After all, I am the presiding judge they respect and love. "
Amelia snorted: "Do you really think everyone is a fool?"
"You're right, they are really fools, fools who are easy to coax and obey."
The presiding judge laughed out loud. He didn't know that all his wild words were played in the big square. Now everyone has heard the scornful face of the respected presiding judge, and how he colluded with the dark gods and betrayed the congregants .
Amelia sneered secretly, this idiot, who thought that the magic was gone, started to be presumptuous, and said so many words with just a tick, it can be seen that he is usually suffocated.
But that wasn't enough, she needed more fire.
Amelia tried her best to break free from the hand of the judge, stumbled and knelt beside the shattered statue of the God of Light, crying and praying: "God, if you can hear, please save your loyal believers, punish the betrayers, and punish the betrayers." Light is brought back to the world."
She knew that the God of Light would not respond. He had already fallen, so of course he would not respond. But she needs to use the bright light to arouse everyone's indignation, and at the same time rationalize the wiretapping of the rune.
—Of course this is not an eavesdropping rune, but the last gift of the gods.
Believers will believe something like this. As long as it is a word of praise to the gods, they will believe it.
Amelia prayed in a low voice, and the tears that she was holding back rolled down her cheeks. She didn't expect a response, so her praying posture was very casual and her expression was perfunctory.
But she didn't expect that someone would actually respond to her.
He said, "Okay, I promise."
In an instant, the sun turned and the idol was reshaped.
The world is back to light.