10.2

The young man prayed in front of the statue for a few hours, and the God of Light stared at the water mirror for a few hours. He shook the glass in his hand, and the golden agar swirled slightly, giving off a rich, sweet scent that would normally have enticed the God of Light to sip and savor, but today it held no interest.

The words of love that flowed from the teenager’s pink lips were sweeter than any fine wine, and with one hand on his cheek and his eyelids half-closed, he revealed an expression of intoxication that even he had not noticed.

The young man finally ended his day of prayer, opened his azure-colored eyes, and walked slowly to the statue, wrinkling his brow slightly and kissing the back of the Father God’s feet with fondness. He lay there on his back and did not get up for a long time, his eyelashes, which were already stained with a few teardrops, became more and more moist, and he was still trembling gently, looking so pitiful and lovely.

The God of Light put down the wine glass, his pupils became deep and focused, reaching out his fingertips and gently tapping them into the teenager’s slightly furrowed brow, and a pure, strong and sparkling golden power flowed into the teenager’s body through the rippling mirror.

Zhou Yunsheng finished kissing Father God’s instep and was about to get up and leave when he felt a surge of power from his forehead center into his limbs, so warm and cozy that it almost made him moan.

This is the gift of the Father God? He was so excited that he was going to leave and then continue to kneel down, hugging Father God’s ankles and gently rubbing his white face against them, his wet eyes finally seeped out two crystal clear teardrops, which slid down his cheeks and then hung on the tip of his chin in a pitiful manner.

“Father God, You hear my prayers don’t You? Father God do You know how much I love You? Father God, my Father God, my life and soul belong to You, please take them.” What if he couldn’t leave Father God for a second?

At that exact moment, the maid guarding the door whispered, “Lord Priest, the Lord Bishop invites you to the council chamber to discuss the baptism of the second prince.”

Zhou Yunsheng listened but did not hear, hugging his father’s god’s ankle, like a lost little cub finally returning to his parent’s embrace, not wanting to move even half a step.

The God of Light propped up a leg and leaned back to sit up, a strong smirk darkening his slightly narrowed eyes. He held back and held back, but finally he couldn’t hold back the stirring of his fingertips, and once again nodded towards the teenager’s brow.

More pure and majestic power than before like a tidal wave rolled in, the soul of the young man thrown up high and then gently catch, suddenly to the left and sometimes to the right, so that he was dizzy and confused, can not be suppressed. He was intoxicated in the Father God’s benevolence and gift, small mouth slightly open, issued a small moan, white face slowly seeped out a few wisps of flushed, that lazy and woozy charming – even the gods look at it to be crazy.

The fingertips of the God of Light placed on the water mirror suddenly froze, after a long time before slowly retracted, inadvertently twisted, actually seems to have a burning temperature flowing on it, leisurely and disappeared.

The God of Light raised his fingertips and froze, his light golden eyes turning to a darker golden color, with more points of pure black light that could not be suppressed from emanating.

The maidservant invited the Lord Priest several times in a row but did not see him show up, so she had to go to the council chamber to resume her orders. The bishop sent the vice bishop to invite him, which allowed the teenager to move.

It was so that when the God of Light finally shook off that strange feeling and looked over, there was no longer that slender and lovely figure in the great hall, and the faint feeling of joy dissipated like the wind, and the brow that had just been stretched was tightly furrowed as usual, forming a few harsh traces.

“Father God, a divine servant escaped the temple just now, please show me.” The divine messenger in white robes knelt on the ground, fear hidden between his brows.

I don’t know when that benevolent father god disappeared and became this unpredictable god with unpredictable likes and dislikes. The living beings on the continent thought that the gods had abandoned them, but they didn’t know that the gods hadn’t left at all, but had all fallen into the hands of the God of Light, who represented goodness and peace.

He seems to want to destroy this continent under the nine heavens, but in the critical moment to save it back, that careless attitude as if in the treatment of a toy that has been tired of, remembering when a little fiddling, can not recall the time to ignore. What’s even more odd is that he never dabbled in the mundane, but even began to collect beautiful teenagers, and only interested in white hair and blue eyes and black hair and black eyes.

However, when he got the people around him, he only glanced at them hastily and threw them aside, letting the teenagers curry favor with him in a thousand ways, but he didn’t see any movement. He looked at their eyes so cold and unfeeling, as if looking at a delicate moving ornaments.

If it weren’t for the fact that his godhood was still there and becoming more and more powerful, the God-Emperor would have even suspected that he had been taken over by an alien evil god.

But losing a pendulum was nothing to the God of Light. He spoke indifferently, “Let it be.”

The use of ‘it’ instead of ‘he’ showed that God the Father did not have the slightest regard for the once rather favored teenager. The divine messenger dropped his head even lower and had to be reminded, “It stole one of your rings.”

The God of Light gave a careless hmmm. An object that could be casually taken away by a mortal was still worthy of a hallowed God’s ambassador to retrieve it? It was ridiculous.

That divine messenger also realized that he was making a big deal out of it, and hurriedly retreated with a white face. For thousands of years, no servant of the gods had ever escaped, and a sudden incident had caused him to lose his normal mind. I think that young man was scared by the coldness of the father god, when he went to the mortal world will know what is the real suffering.

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Zhou Yunsheng came back from the council chamber and poured all of the ecstasy that the second prince had given to Joshua into the drain. As a brainwashed fan of the God of Light, he could never do such a thing as fabricating an oracle. His heart was so guilty that he couldn’t even eat, leaning against the window, looking at the sunset hanging in the sky with a sad face.

After looking straight at him for an hour or two, his miserable gaze suddenly became unusually clear and translucent, and he turned around and walked into the bathroom, jumping straight into the hot spring without even taking off his robe, burying his face in the water to make a twisted expression.

I can’t believe I shed a tear at a statue! I can’t believe I talked sweetly to a statue all day! And I couldn’t leave, hugging the statue’s ankles and crying like a fool! Meaty goosebumps!

He grimaced and squeezed his eyebrows, feeling like a fool for having been given the hint, the look was stupid! He had a feeling he couldn’t bear to look back on it himself.

After making a ghostly face and spitting out many more bubbles, he then got out of the water, his face instantly becoming gentle and serene. Well, seeing as he had gotten two strands of strong divine power today, he was going to hold on to his semen even if he was being fleshed out to death by himself.

Thinking this way, he was finally at peace, soaking in the bath and not even drying his hair, he climbed straight into bed.

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Two weeks later, the second prince Aljay’s 18th birthday came, after accepting the baptism he had to go out to travel, he couldn’t return to the imperial capital within two years, and he also had to complete the corresponding tasks. This continent is not peaceful, even as a nobleman, must have enough force, or even how to die do not know.

Although there were very few magicians with light attributes, there were many magicians or martial artists with other attributes, and strong ones abounded. But so what, in a battle against a demonic creature, anyone could be planted with a demonic seed and thus lose their mind, backhanding their compatriots and slaughtering them.

The more powerful a person is, the easier it is to attract a demonic host. Demons are very smart, in order to find the most powerful host, they will roll over on several people, relying on these people to slowly approach the target and then secretly strike, calling for defense.

In this way, when traveling outside, every battle group must be equipped with a Light Priest. When everyone fights, the Light Priest will put a circle of boundaries around the battlefield to prevent the demons from escaping, and can also stop their teammates from being planted with the demon seed and going berserk, and if they are strong enough, they can also directly use light spells to force the parasitized demons out of the host’s body and kill them.

There were only three Priests of Light in the Sakya Empire, one was the Bishop, one was the Vice Bishop, and the other was Joshua. The bishop was already old, Joshua was still underage, and the only one who accompanied the second prince on his travels was the vice bishop.

The bishop baptized and blessed the second prince, and when the ceremony was over he left straight away, without much conversation with the king.

The second prince, who had been full of confidence, was so surprised that he asked his servant to lead Joshua to a secluded corner to talk.

“Joshua, have you forgotten what you once promised me? If I can’t become the master of the Sagaya Empire, my royal brother will banish me to the border to fight against the demons. In that case, perhaps we will never be able to see each other again.”

Although Zhou Yunsheng had hypnotized himself and his head was a bit refined and short-circuited, he wouldn’t forget the Second Prince’s use of Joshua because of it.

He wanted to see how the second prince could ascend to the throne of the Sakya Empire without Joshua’s help.

But he wouldn’t be stupid enough to tear his face off with the second prince right now, knowing that the second prince’s future concubine had a tough background, with the God of Light standing on his left, the God of Darkness standing on his right, and the Beast Emperor, the Pope, and the King of the Elves clustered before and after him, it was enough to dominate the world. With this small group can not be hard to touch, can only be wise.

Crystalline tears flooded his eyes as he covered his heart and spoke in a miserable manner, “Alger, how could you bear to let me betray my most beloved Father God. Fabricating an oracle, heavens, what kind of sin is this, enough for the fires of hell to burn me to ashes! What’s even more terrible is that I will lose my father’s favor and the power of light because of this, and become a shameful blasphemer. I will live forever in the scorn and abuse of the people, and even be stoned to death by the outraged masses. Is that the future you want? Are you willing to push me into that abyss of despair? Alger, I’m beginning to wonder if you really love me at all.”

The second prince was speechless. He didn’t understand how it had only been a few days since he’d seen him, but Joshua’s head had cleared up. That’s right, if he did, that was definitely the most likely scenario to happen to him.

The vice bishop raised an illegitimate child outside, the reputation is damaged has lost the possibility of succession, Joshua is the ironclad next bishop, the power is not the same as the king. The second prince was too late to coax him now, how could he tear his face from him, and immediately swore to heaven that he was not trying to put him in the wrong, but that he wanted to be with him too much to lack consideration, and asked for forgiveness for his faults.

Zhou Yunsheng nodded his head in silence and gave the Second Prince a deep look before raising his steps to leave. That glance no longer had the intense affection of the past, making the second prince very apprehensive. He lingered in the same spot for a while before reluctantly leaving.

Above the nine heavens, the God of Light took in the scene. He was reclining on his magnificent throne as usual, surrounded by many beautiful teenagers. Some poured wine for him, some sang for him, and others quietly snuggled at his feet and smiled serenely. They looked at their god with admiration, not realizing that the god who appeared to be sipping wine was gazing at others with a focused gaze.

Only the divine messenger who served not far away noticed the change in Father God’s mood. His light golden eyes turned into a dark gold color, followed by black spots of light. When his eyes were completely enveloped in darkness and he lost control, this temple would be destroyed by his massive divine power. This had happened more than once.

The God-Emperor’s forehead began to sweat with nervousness, and in his heart, he cursed the culprit who had angered the gods countless times. His last one had died in the wrath of the Father God, not to mention the remains, not even a tiny fragment of his soul was left behind.

Zhou Yunsheng quickly walked into the great hall and prostrated himself at the feet of the Father God.

His eyes could only see Father God, his heart could only be loaded with Father God, and his soul was all filled with Father God, even if the memory of his passionate love with the second prince did not belong to him personally, it still made him incomparably uncomfortable. He felt that he had betrayed Father God, which was simply an unforgivable sin, and immediately dropped large drops of tears, which smashed onto Father God’s instep like pearls with broken strings, making a crisp barring sound.

His eyes were tightly closed, his cheeks were moist, and his snow-white teeth bit his lips into a crimson color, as if blood beads would seep out in the next second. Yet he could not feel the slightest pain, hugging Father God’s ankle and crying uncontrollably, choking down his confession:

“My Father God.

How can I tell you.

I almost put my love for you behind me by believing the lies of a thief.

My Father God.

I’ve lost the most precious thing that

That’s devotion to you.

I’d rather endure the fires of hell for that.

to make it up.

My Father God.

I confess my faults to you.

I beg you to forgive your poor child.

The guilt and self-loathing inside him was about to kill him!

My Father God.

I beg you to flog me.

I beg you to scold me.

Burn me, please.

And then beg you to continue to love me!

Please continue to love me ……”

He pressed his face tightly against the cold statue, crying like a lost child, his face was very pale, but his eyes and nose were red, he looked pitiful to the core, but showed great cuteness.

The black spots of light hidden under his eyes faded, and the God of Light sighed, brushing the teardrops hanging from the tip of his chin with his fingertips. He was only a sixteen year old, sixteen, what a tender age, how could he see through the darkness of the human heart? It was not his fault that he had been deceived and used by an evil power player.

The anger that was about to rise slowly dissipated, and the God of Light could not wait to take the teenager, who had shrunk into a tiny ball, out of the water mirror and put him on his knees to tenderly soothe him and suck the endless teardrops that had fallen from his eyes clean.

This was his devotee and his child, and no one had the right to make him so sad. Though he was lost in the journey of life, his love and devotion to God the Father became purer and purer because of his frustration.

He could sense the remorse and admiration emanating from the depths of his soul and reached out with his fingertips, feeding a warm, radiant golden light into the teenager to stop him from continuing to grieve.

The crying mess of a teenager suddenly froze, foolishly touching the corner of his forehead before revealing a smile that was more blinding than divine light.

“You forgive me, don’t You? I knew the merciful Father God would forgive me for my transgressions. From now on, Joshua will never look at anyone else but my Father God. You know that You are my everything, a presence that no treasure can compare to. Joshua will forget about Alger and live only for Father God.” He gently rubbed his smooth face against the statue, tears still in his eyes, but his smile grew sweeter.

The God of Light narrowed his dark golden eyes and gazed intently at his every move. It turned out that the little believer’s name was Joshua, and it was such a cute name. To live only for God the Father? Even the oath was adorable.

A smile blossomed at the corners of the Light God’s mouth before he lowered his head and stared thoughtfully at his feet. What would it feel like to have the teenager creeping right up beside him, cradling him like a statue, rubbing him like a statue?

He was caught up in a wonderful imagination that was uncontrollable.

The divine messenger could only see the halo of light emanating from the water mirror, but not what was in it, unless he had the permission of God the Father. But in any case, he rose in adoration for the person in the water mirror. To be able to make Father God angry yet calm his anger in the shortest possible time had never been done by anyone in billions of years.

What did the man who made God the Father care so much look like? Should we get him into the temple?

Thoughts turned a hundred times, the God’s ambassador did not dare to make his own decisions, so he waved his hand and dismissed a group of teenagers who were obedient on the surface but had already been scared out of their wits.

Zhou Yunsheng did his penance and confession for a full day and finally returned to his bedchamber at sunset.

He burst into the bathroom with a fiery plop and jumped in, pounding the water with his fists, stirring up a circle of water, his heart breaking down and shouting, Crap, I can’t believe I cried like a pussy! Crap, I actually almost killed myself by hitting the pillar in shame! What kind of brain-dead spirit is this! No wonder those who believe in cults are willing to disembowel or set themselves on fire for the sake of their god, now I can finally understand!

The brainwashed fan disappeared, and the sensible Zhou Yunsheng returned, so he fell back into a savant’s tangle, crouching and sitting by the side of the pool, baring his teeth for a while, pounding his chest for a while, and his appearance looked comical.

Discovering an adorable little devotee, the God of Light would initially only summon the Water Mirror to sidle up and listen to his sweet and affectionate words while he prayed. But over time, his love for the little devotee grows and he spies on him for longer and longer periods of time.

He found that he woke up every day and recounted his love for himself in the mirror, the earnest little look often making him smile. As the only god on the continent, he was used to being held in high esteem, yet no one had ever truly moved him. Even the so-called Pope, whose power of light was the most powerful, was nothing more than a toy he fiddled with in his spare time.

He admired the Pope’s ambition, being a priest of light, yet so much, more corrosive darkness than demonic aura lurked within. It gave him the pleasure of finding a kindred spirit. He didn’t mind holding him up, wanting to see what he would bring to this continent, whether it was destruction or new life.

Because he didn’t know what he was going to do with this continent. He felt tasteless and sometimes wanted to destroy it, but restrained himself at the most critical times. He had a vague feeling that this world hid a treasure of immense value.

He had to get that treasure so the continent and the living beings on it still had a need to exist.

After billions of years, all he saw was the fickleness and selfishness of human nature, and even the so-called gods had evil intentions and fought with each other. How could truly pure people, pure white souls, exist?

But lo and behold what he found, the soul of his little devotee was pure bright white with golden streams of light in between that only a god of light can possess. So beautiful, so eye-catching, so lovely.

He just couldn’t get enough of it.

When the young devotee prayed, he could sense his unadulterated devotion, yet when he returned to his chambers, he was a different person. He couldn’t see what was truly going on inside him, but that didn’t stop him from appreciating the little devotee’s other face that differed from the gentle and calm one.

He’d show his teeth, he’d scowl, he’d slap the water angrily, and he’d be as lively as a child who hadn’t grown up. No, he was supposed to be an ungrown child, he was supposed to be so lively. sixteen was really too young, an age that should stay in swaddling clothes for a god.

The Illuminati’s canons were too heavy and clearly bound him.

Rubbing the teenager’s pouty lips lovingly through the water mirror, the God of Light smiled slightly and continued to enjoy the view of the teenager out of the bath, watching him fall asleep with his wet hair on top of his head.

Drying the little devotee’s hair with divine power as usual, the God of Light did not wave his hand to break up the water mirror, but instead lifted the crystal cup and slowly sipped on it in relation to the little devotee’s sleeping face, and the agar that flowed into his mouth seemed sweeter than ever.

Zhou Yunsheng woke up at the set point in time, seriously refined himself, and then stepped into the temple with a heart that was madly in love with the main god.

A maid was clearing the offerings on the offering table. Although with the warmth of divine power, flowers, vegetarian cakes, fruits, and other things could be stored for years without rotting, it would be a blasphemy against the gods if they were not replaced for a long time, so there were regulations within the Church that all offerings, however, must be replaced after two weeks of being placed on the table.

Hundreds of years ago, these jobs were supposed to be taken care of by the Priests of Light themselves, but with the growing power of the Church and the increasing aristocratic nature of the priests, no one would ever do such tedious and menial work again.

In the past, Joshua would not have paid attention to these small details, but now the brainwashed Zhou Yunsheng snapped to attention, immediately stopping the maid, and then kneeling at the feet of the Father God in fear and trepidation to ask for forgiveness.

“How can I be so neglectful of my Father God. All offerings to the Father God should come from my hands, and I should take the initiative to place my body and soul on the sacrificial table for the Father God to enjoy. All of you go down, in the future, all of this work will be left to me, you do not need to ask about it.” He dismissed the two maids with a wave of his hand and put the offerings on the table into baskets to carry them out.

Since 007 had added all of this body’s quality points to the Light attribute, he was not very strong, and when he stepped out of the threshold, he was yanked by one side of his arm by the heavy basket, and fell towards the side after losing his balance.

Directly in front of his forehead was the hard doorpost, a collision that would not have broken his head.

The God of Light flickered for a moment because of the teenager’s sentence, ‘voluntarily placing his body and soul on the sacrificial table for the Father God to enjoy’, and woke up to see such a dangerous scene. His eyes darkened slightly, and he immediately shot out a golden light to wrap around the teenager’s delicate and smooth forehead.

The loud thumping sound startled the maids standing at the door, they looked up, dumbfounded at the dust falling from the doorframe, before rushing over in a hurry to check on the Priestess-sama’s condition. Judging from the loud noise, the priest must have been hurt badly.

Zhou Yunsheng staggered to his feet with a very strange expression. His forehead didn’t hurt at all, on the contrary, there was a warm and soft feeling, as if someone had covered their palm over it, causing him to avoid injury.

He dismissed the maid who was intent on helping him carry the offering once more, and touched the doorpost to make sure it was as hard as ever, before leaving with a trance-like expression on his face.