Do you think I care about you? [Western Fantasy]

"The dark god imprisoned in the Holy Land has been revived."

Murphy wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

He just felt that what he heard was absurd and ridiculous. Is there a God of Darkness hidden in the holy place of the Church of Light?What a ridiculous thing.

Holding the life of the mortal enemy in his hands, instead of killing him, he has to pay for him for a long time. Isn't this a way of asking for death?

He had stayed in the Holy Land for so long, and he knew very well what Cecil was. The feeling that made him feel close to Cecil was stronger than that of Sapas in front of him.

What's more, Murphy has always been fine, he didn't die and was even saved by Cecil, why would a dark god save the Holy Son of the opposing camp?Why did you treat him so well and tell him the secrets in the Holy Land?

No one had ever told Murphy what those dark spots of light were, and Cecil was the first and only one.

If he was the God of Darkness, he could not even mention a word and play around with Murphy, but he didn't. He told Murphy everything when Murphy discovered his existence.

Murphy recalled the scene of his death in the dream again. How could the God of Darkness who would kill him so ruthlessly be the same person as Cecil in the Holy Land?

But he really couldn't laugh.

"The Dark God...why is he in the Holy Land? Didn't he die a long time ago?" Murphy asked, trying to find clues from other places.

His face was stiff, and he looked a little weird because of shock and confusion. Zapas only thought that he was afraid. Once upon a time, when he knew the news, he also behaved similarly to Murphy.

"His existence can help us a lot, that's why he was kept. It's just that no one would have thought that he would recover one day." Sapas said softly, and when he said "recovery", his tone deepened, obviously extremely unsatisfied.

At this time, Murphy was completely confused. He knew that if he was not careful at this time, some problems might be exposed, but he couldn't control his emotions, and he couldn't control his expression, so that he seemed a little dumbfounded. stay.

"Murphy, it's for you and your future that I keep it from you." Sapas wiped Murphy's brow with his fingertips, his movements were gentle and gentle, "Only when you don't know and can't see, can you concentrate on everything." Cultivate in it, otherwise you will be affected by it to some extent."

At this moment, no matter how close and gentle the people around him felt, he subconsciously took a step back and quickly avoided his fingers.

Murphy took two breaths in a low voice, and the boundless and dangerous atmosphere exploded in his heart, making him vigilant.

Sapas held him back: "Don't be nervous."

Murphy, who tried hard not to look so strange, murmured, "Is this really the case?"

Sapas whispered in Murphy's ear: "Murphy, everything is not black and white, death or life, things always have their reasons, and the same is true for the survival of the dark god. But you have to know, we They all stand firmly in the camp of light just like you.”

Murphy nodded indiscriminately. His heart was beating too fast and his brain was in a mess. He had countless inferences, but none of them was the last one he could accept.

"Lord Sapas, can I go back first?"

Zapas stroked his hair. He could already feel how difficult this news was for Murphy. In his cognition, he probably never thought that the God of Darkness still existed and deceived his elders. Also puzzled.

"Okay." Sapas said softly, "But Murphy, did you feel anything wrong during the time you were in the Holy Land?"

The God of Darkness revived. If Murphy, who was cultivating in the Holy Land, really didn't feel anything, then he might wake up within these seven days. Zapas needs to use this to judge the strength of the God of Darkness, so as to decide the next path of the church. .

Murphy shook his head blankly: "Master Zapas, I didn't find anything."

"Then promise me, don't tell anyone about this for the time being."

He only remembered that he nodded, ended the exchange easily, and then left in a panic under Sapas' gentle gaze.

On the way back, Murphy was in a daze, and he didn't even remember the process. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had returned to his room.

Eunice and the two little ones were nervously accompanying him, and they didn't disturb his thoughts casually.

Murphy pondered for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

"Eunice, take Joshua and Jiujiu out and let them follow you tonight," Murphy said.

The two little guys were not happy anymore, but seeing that Murphy didn't seem to be joking, they had to obediently follow Eunice and leave.

Murphy was alone in the room.

He recalled everything that happened in the Holy Land and what Trollope and Sapas said just now. After thinking for a long time, everything only made it more difficult for him to make a choice.

Murphy really couldn't tell what was going on. He wanted Eunice to analyze it for him for a while, but he was not allowed to reveal the matter.

Also, if the God of Darkness really revived, the people on this continent would have no idea how panicked they would be.

Murphy's voice was the only one in the room, and it was slightly sad and doubtful that could not be concealed.

"God of Light...God of Darkness...Cecil, who are you?"

Murphy spent more time with Cecil than anyone else, and he didn't want to believe that those times were fake and faked, but whether it was the secrets of the Illuminati Church or Cecil's own rhetoric , there is always one party lying.

In any case, Murphy is the most innocent of those concealed.

Murphy didn't want to be deceived by Cecil. How much he wished that he was the God of Light. Everything was just a false excuse given to him by the corrupt church. Otherwise, what was the purpose of Murphy's hard work, flattery, and enduring the pain? ?

In order to restore the strength of the Dark God, slap him to death?

Murphy took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

He wanted to trust Cecil, but he was rational but unwilling to make such a decision.

Murphy has never heard Cecil admit that he is the God of Light. He never mentioned it. He only said that he was betrayed by the church and bound in this place. Now that he thinks about it, everything is just Murphy's own will. Just an idea.

Lying on the bed without any image, Murphy rubbed his eyes, his eyes felt uncontrollably hot, he was afraid and wronged, as if all his previous efforts were in vain, everything was meaningless.

Murphy's hands were still over his eyes.

When he was in front of Zapas, when Zapas' fingers touched his eyes, the sense of crisis at that moment still made Murphy's heart beat wildly, and when he was in the Holy Land, Ceci Er also paid attention to his eyes intentionally or unconsciously.

Could it be that there is something wrong with his eyes?

Murphy stretched out his hand carefully to touch it, and the platinum ribbon was as smooth and cool as usual.

It is mentioned in the book that this thing has been accompanied by Holy Son Murphy for more than ten years, and has been worn since he was a child. The purpose is to protect the purity of his body, and what Sapas said is almost the same.

Coupled with the sudden sense of crisis just now and Cecil's special attention to his eyes, Murphy suddenly came up with an idea.

He's going to take it off and look at his eyes.

Murphy didn't even know where this idea came from, but his only feeling was that as long as he took it off and took a look, he would know many things, maybe even know whether Cecil was the God of Light or not.

Murphy: "Just take a look, I'll take it with me soon."

This is also the reason why he let Eunice leave with the two little guys.

When he walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, Murphy still hesitated.

He didn't know if anyone would find him taking off the ribbon, but that was the most urgent desire in his heart, and in the current situation, it didn't seem to make much sense to continue to hold on.

Anyway, it won't be long before he will turn into a cloud of blood mist in front of everyone, won't he?

Murphy said to himself: "No one in the book has seen the eyes of the Son of Murphy, so let me be the first one."

He reached behind his head, and soon found the jewel clasp.

This gemstone of the light system does not resist Murphy's touch. As its owner, Murphy has the right to open it.

The platinum ribbon protects all external damage, but it is unlimited for Murphy, but no one would ever think that the Son of Murphy would be unable to restrain himself from taking it off one day.

After a crisp sound, Murphy untied the platinum ribbon.

The soft ribbon was pinched in his palm, and the buckles on both sides fell heavily to one side. Murphy closed his eyes.

He had a feeling that he was doing something wrong, and he wanted to redeem it before it happened.

But finally Murphy opened his eyes.

In the mirror in front of him, he saw the Son of Murphy who he had crazily praised. His appearance was as exquisite as that described in the book, but what appeared in his eyes was not the perseverance of the strong, but the ordinary Human weakness and decadence.

Murphy reached out and stroked his eyes. He had a pair of golden eyes, and any emotion coming out of them would be tinged with tenderness and compassion, if the dark lines in the pupils disappeared.

He blinked uncontrollably. During this period of time, he has always cried weakly, crying in pain, crying in fear, and crying about everything. Now, he also wants to cry a little bit.

Why was he scared when Sapas touched his eyes, because God told him in the dark that if his eyes were discovered by people from the Church of Light, he might die before the God of Darkness came out.

The black-eyed Joshua could survive, but the black-eyed Son Murphy could not, because he used to have bright golden eyes, he was polluted, and His Royal Highness the Son of God did not allow such a thing to happen.

No wonder after he became a medium, Cecil was always worried about his eyes from time to time, probably he knew about his changes a long time ago, but never told him.

Whether he apologized to him as the god of darkness or the god of light, Murphy didn't know, and he still didn't know anything until this moment.

Murphy only knew that he seemed to be one step closer to death, either at the hands of the Dark God, or on the day when his successor pope took off the platinum ribbon.

In the silence, Murphy took back the Bai Jin ribbon again, and he stood there blankly for a long time before squatting down and hugging his knees.

"Cecile, don't lie to me."

***

Sitting on the crude throne, Cecil couldn't help sighing as he looked at the cunning wolf clansman kneeling in a mess.

Relying on his past memory, this is the subordinate he found first, or the descendants of his subordinates.

To live up to their name, the Cunning Wolf Clan had surrendered like dogs long after he disappeared, nestled in this small place and established themselves as kings. As for belief, what they believed in was only wealth, and the promise made by the Dark God once died The smoke cleared.

But when he came back, the previous agreement must be fulfilled.

Cecil doesn't like betrayed people, but he didn't kill all these cunning wolf clansmen. On the contrary, he forgave them, because he needed someone to retrieve those hidden dark creatures for him. If only one person plowed the entire continent.

Cecil coughed lightly, and couldn't help spitting out some blood.

His injuries have not recovered, especially when the two forces in his body are still fighting against him, it is not easy to escape from the search of the Church of Light.

Those old guys chased after him closely, making his injury worse.

Cecil wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly to the trembling Wolf King kneeling on the ground: "Find your former partners and tell them I'm back. Spread the news, I want to see who has the courage No......"

A sneeze interrupted Cecil's words, and he knelt down tremblingly. The leader of the cunning wolf clan, who thought that the catastrophe was coming, raised his head tremblingly, and watched dully as his noble master of the dark god sprayed blood all over his body.

The author has something to say: It’s half lost hahahaha

Cecil: Who's thinking about me? ? ?Am I shameless?