The long-lost daylight reappeared.
The warm sunlight adorns the river like bits of gold, the flowers are clustered like clouds, and the morning mist lingers in the forest.
The dark and dangerous world returned to peace in an instant.
In the church, under the statue of the god emitting holy light, Amelia sat with her head bowed, dumbstruck.
And the God of Light, the God of Light who was accidentally killed by her and Alfonso, just looked at her with cold eyes and an obscure expression.
how come
How can it be
The voices of many people crying in ecstasy came from behind, which could still be clearly heard tens of meters away.
The presiding judge closest to her was already paralyzed, shivering and curled up into a ball, constantly confessing her mistakes.
The gods did not look at him.
His gaze has been chasing the quietly kneeling saint, lingering on her beautiful cheeks, as if observing her expression.
Amelia knew she had to respond.
A fanatical and pious believer should respond when facing the gods.
Then the god saw the saintess blinking her eyes, and the big teardrops rolled down one after another, quickly forming a string of bead curtains.
Unlike other people crying and shouting, insisting on venting the joy in her heart, she cried silently and was in a panic, but her eyes were smiling, with a soul-stirring light, her joy was restrained and uncontrollable .
Anyone can see her joy at the resurrection of the God of Light.
Of course the gods can see it too.
He turned to anger instead, and his face suddenly became terrified. His golden eyes coldly swept over the presiding judge who was lying on the ground and shaking into a ball, venting his anger on him.
Listening to the judge's miserable howl, Amelia was sure that the one in front of her eyes was indeed a god. There are not many humans who can defeat the chief judge, and even fewer can easily defeat him. Most importantly, she saw some familiar fluid.
Red with gold, sticking to the corner of the god's robe.
This is divine blood.
Amelia could recognize it.
So here comes the question, it is known that there are only two gods in the world, one fell in front of her and died completely, so who is the god in front of her, needless to say
—Alfonso, the dark god who left without saying goodbye.
What is he going to do
Amelia put out a question mark in confusion, pretending to be the God of Light, can he get any pleasure
What can be obtained, Alfonso himself does not quite understand. He just suddenly had an idea. If he landed in the appearance of the God of Light, first brought hope, then destroyed it, and told the saint that she had a contribution to the death of the God of Light, would she collapse
He really wanted to see the expression of the saint at that time.
So he did this, resisting the nausea and turning into the God of Light, calling back the sun, and returning to the ground, which was easy for him and did not take much effort.
Everything went smoothly, only the saint's tears made him uncomfortable.
Very well, the more loyal she is to the God of Light, the more she will collapse when she learns the truth. Alfonso thought this way, but his mood became more and more unhappy, and the face of the God of Light who was naturally smiling was also used by him with a bit of gloom and chill.
The presiding judge, who was howling in fright, choked and shivered with even more fear. The presiding judge was frightened and puzzled in his heart, since the sect of darkness had assured him that the God of Light had long since fallen, why, why...
They are all liars!
The presiding judge was tearful.
The death was quite tragic, even Amelia, who was "experienced in hundreds of battles", didn't dare to look at it carefully, and lowered her eyelashes.
Alfonso got even scarier.
No, maybe he should not be called Alfonso anymore, but the Dark God. The moment he regained his memory, the fierce and soft-hearted dark elf no longer existed.
The current He is just a god, a cold, ruthless and high god.
Amelia's mind was in a mess, her heart was a little sour, and she was a little unknown sad. She took a deep breath, suppressed all these complicated emotions, and lowered her head more respectfully.
No matter what he wants to do, she only needs to be a dutiful and pious saint.
Anyway, as a fragile and small human being, she is not qualified to resist the decision of the gods. The weak can only be slaughtered by others, and only the strong can dominate their own destiny.
The air-conditioning above was even heavier, and came down with a biting cold murderous air, and Amelia shivered. The murderous aura suddenly left, turned around her, and turned to the side.
The fake light cloak swayed, not knowing what it was doing.
Amelia didn't look up, but heard the rustling sound suddenly coming from her side. She looked sideways at the sound, her breath stagnating.
I saw Debra getting up with a dazed face, the fear before death still remained in her eyes, but the wound on her chest began to heal, her breathing was smooth, her face was rosy, she didn't look like a dead person at all.
And His Majesty the Pope, who had been dead for several days and even had spots on his body, was pulling out the long sword pierced into his chest, patted the dust off his body, and stood up.
Amelia: ... Re-resurrected
The saint's eyes were horrified, and her eyes were wide open, like a frightened kitten.
The fake light god looked at it for a moment, then snorted inexplicably.
…
The lifeless Guangming Sect is like a haystack stained with sparks. With the coming of the gods, everyone has a beaming smile on their faces, and even the bushes on the roadside feel comfortable.
Since God came, He not only punished the arrogant betrayer, but also resurrected the Pope, the presiding judge faction was wiped out, the control of the army returned to the Pope, and the power rose for a while, like the sky.
Especially the chief saint Amelia, she has become a legendary figure in the hearts of all believers.
First, she single-handedly shattered the presiding judge's plot, defying power, and daring to fight against evil forces, and then she received a response from the gods, who came down to her in person.
Come down in person!
The envious eyes of many believers turned red.
I heard that the gods are very satisfied with her, and they specially recruited her to serve her. She has received all the favors, and she is the happiest person in the world with thousands of gods in one body.
Chick squatted in the grass and his eyes were red with anger.
who is it? Who dares to impersonate Him
It must be that **** of the Dark God! !
The God of Light couldn't help but spit out the fragrance. Since its birth, light and darkness have been fighting each other, from territory to believers, from strength to faith, and now they still want to compete with him for the saint! !
The hatred of robbing the saint is irreconcilable.
The chicken cub leaped up resolutely, flapped its small wings, drew an arc in the air, and accurately landed in Amelia's arms who had just left the house.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp." Chick's wide-open eyes were filled with tears, ready to cry.
—I want to go too, take me away.
Amelia easily read it from its eyes. She hesitated for a moment, but in the end she couldn't match the tears slowly shed by the chicken cub, so she grabbed a money bag and put it in it.
"Don't make a fuss, be honest." Amelia warned, seeing the chicken cub nodding honestly, she looked back in satisfaction.
Eh? Why are these words so familiar
After settling down the chicken cubs, Amelia came to an extremely luxurious palace.
This is a palace specially arranged by the Pope for the gods, and the decoration materials are the best. He also held her hand and said in a tone of entrusting life and death: "Amy, my god only sees you, you have to be careful." Serve my God well, I leave it to you."
Then he patted her on the shoulder very hard.
Amelia: "…"
Take care of the fart, can she give poison
Amelia pursed her lips, and pushed open the palace door. There was no one there, and the fake-God of Light had gone somewhere, and hadn't been seen in the past few days.
It's better not to see it, save yourself trouble.
In fact, Amelia has some guesses about the purpose of the God of Darkness pretending to be the God of Light, especially after Alfonso only saw her and ignored the behavior of others, she became more certain.
It's nothing more than the set of "Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people and poor people". When I was in trouble, I was bullied by her. After I regained my memory, I came to take revenge. Letting her serve is just the beginning, and there are still means behind it.
Thinking of this, Amelia did not rush to do anything. Instead, she found a comfortable recliner and lay down, grabbing grapes one by one to eat. This was a tribute specially found by the gods to dedicate to the gods. Big, round, and juicy.
The reclining chair under him is also made of soft cloud-like fabric, and the whole person seems to be trapped in white clouds when lying down, and the incense in the corner is burning with a hazy mist.
"Huh..." Amelia snorted comfortably, and almost fell asleep with her eyes closed.
Alas, I can't fight anyway, and it's useless to resist, so I just let it go. The Dark God didn't kill her all this time, there was always a reason, and she could survive as long as she continued to magnify this reason.
This is not difficult for her, any child who has survived the bottom of society has such a vision.
It’s just that Amelia sometimes wonders why gods are born gods and should step on top of all living beings, while human beings are born lower than gods and can only be their loyal and obedient stags? Even do everything possible to get a chance to survive under their hands
Why can't humans...be gods
This idea has been haunting Amelia's heart continuously. She tosses and turns at night, unable to sleep for a long time, and she has the intention to move but dare not act rashly.
Just wait and see. She warned herself like this, but the raging flame kept rising, burning her heart, making her extremely anxious and painful every time she bent her knees.
The saint closed her eyes, her thin willow eyebrows were twisted into a line, as if she was worried about something, she even forgot to eat the grapes in her hand, and she held them loosely between her fingers.
The Dark God saw this scene when he came in.
His sharp eyebrows and eyes were tight, and his voice was cold: "You really know how to enjoy it."
Amelia had already heard his footsteps, turned over neatly and knelt on the ground. She didn't speak aloud, it seemed that in front of Him, she had always been silent and cautious, and she was completely different from the talkative and quick-spoken saint before.
The Dark God was annoyed seeing her like this.
He swears at people in front of Him, never forgives others, and is so gentle and docile in front of the God of Light. He is really a good dog of the old thief of Guangming.
When the God of Darkness got angry, he didn't intend to make it easier for others. He smiled and said, "The saint named Debra will be sent to the border tomorrow."
Seriously injured and sent to a dangerous place, saint, what kind of expression will you show when you face a companion who has come back from the dead and faced such an encounter
Amelia was silent.
The God of Darkness observed the expression of the saint carefully, with inquiry and curiosity, as if he wanted to pierce into her heart, but his eyes suddenly passed over the purse on her waist.
Familiar purse.
The dark god's eyes were confused for a moment, and when he saw the bag, those familiar images appeared in his mind. The girl's warm body temperature and heartbeat, the stench that made him dizzy every time, and... and the white fingers that touched his ears and the side of his face.
The soft touch seemed to be left on the skin, and the pointed ears trembled conditionedly, with a little blush.
But this daze was only for a moment, and the dark god's eyes quickly turned cold, looking at the saint's eyes with deep eyes, which seemed longer than the bottomless night.
Neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was like a pool of stagnant water, silent and viscous.
"Chirp." A tender and crisp cry of a baby bird suddenly sounded.
The blood-red pupils shrank, and they fixedly looked in the direction of the sound.
The purse opened a small mouth, and the chick with soft white and smooth fur poked its head out, and rubbed against the saint affectionately.
Amelia was startled, and pushed its head down with her backhand, fastened the bag tightly, stuffed it into the pocket like hiding some treasure, and gave him a very vigilant look.
That's his stuff.
It is the lair where He once lived.
The saint gave it away to others,
Boundless anger suddenly hit the mind of the Dark God. His eyes were bloodshot, his slender fingers were clenched tightly, and the sharp nails pierced into the palm of his hand, causing blood to drip.
The majestic and turbulent murderous aura overflowed, directly stabbing at the hateful thief who occupied the magpie's nest!