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

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Murphy felt that he had experienced enough hope for life, and he might really collapse if it happened again.

For the rest of the month, I was looking forward to a way out every day, and before the last day came, the huge pressure piled up would only increase and become more and more unacceptable, and he would be directly suppressed before the verdict came. collapse.

Murphy didn't want to experience this feeling anymore.

If he dies, he will die, so it doesn't matter if he has the identity of a holy son. After all, he has reached this point. It is probably a relief for him not to need to hide it from everyone and not to continue to suffer.

In fact, it wasn't all Cecil's fault that he had come to this point.

He made mistakes himself, was careless and unsuspecting, and he also concealed many things which led to that misunderstanding.

But even though Murphy could clearly see who was right and who was wrong at these times, he still couldn't help feeling resentful towards Cecil when he thought of his own eyes.

You are still alive, but I am about to die, no one will be so magnanimous, and can easily forgive each other at this time.

"Cecile, stop giving me hope."

The look on Cecil's face was uncontrollable sadness.

If his little son was just crying, he might not feel so guilty, but Murphy is too sober, sober that he can't say all his explanations, only let him know how desperate he is for him .

Cecil: "Murphy, you trust me, I will change all this, I will change your eyes back to the way they used to be."

"They can't find anything."

He rambled on a lot, as humble as if he was trying to redeem his lover who was about to leave, and when he said it, he still had a somewhat happy expression on his face.

Murphy listened patiently to him.

He could hear his seriousness from Cecil's words, maybe he really wanted to help him solve the eye problem at this time, but Murphy looked at his eyes, and talked about them as if they were about to flash, now this Is the time really coming?

Cecil looked at Murphy expectantly, hoping to get forgiveness from him and his approval, but he saw helplessness in Murphy's eyes.

Murphy asked, "How sure are you?"

Cecil hesitated for a while, and under the gaze of Murphy's fading gaze, he hurriedly said, "Thirty percent!"

He originally thought that this was a chance that would reassure Murphy a little bit. It's better to have hope than nothing, but Murphy leaned back and closed his eyes.

"Cecil, forget it, I can't bear it."

With a [-]% chance, far more than a half chance of failure, there is not much hope for Murphy now.

"Murphy! You trust me!" But Cecil also fell into a strange silence after blurting out this sentence.

It was his words that made Murphy believe him unreservedly, and then he became what he is now.

Murphy looked up at him, and Cecil's eager eyes for approval made him somewhat dumbfounded: "This injury on your body is just to help me recover my eyes?"

Cecil did not dare to deceive Murphy, so he nodded.

The excessive pure dark energy raged through Murphy's body, staining his eyes black.

There is an impure color in the eyes of the Holy Son of Light, which is something that the Church of Light cannot tolerate, and what happened between him and Murphy cannot be easily told to the Church of Light, and he has no way to explain all this. The root cause of the deadlock faced at the time.

The power of darkness imprinted in the fragile eyes, even its master, the Dark God, can't do anything about it.

To change this situation, the only way is to eliminate the blackness in Murphy's eyes. What Cecil can think of is to purify and flush Murphy's body with purer light magic elements.

After the death of the God of Light, there was no such huge light magic element that could do all of this, so the strong power of light on Cecil came in handy.

As long as he can take it out completely and put it into Murphy's body, everything will just wait for the change of time, and it will be known whether it will be successful or not.

So after he had this idea, he even thanked his old enemy for leaving him such a huge wave of energy, even though the intention was just to take his life.

Since then, Cecil has deliberately not eliminated any power of light in his body, and suppressed it all with his physical strength, waiting for an appropriate time to completely take out this power.

The power that the Glorious Lion left on his chest was also extremely strong power of light, and when the two were added together, Cecil was only [-] to [-]% sure.

But it's only [-]% to [-]%.

To be 100% sure of purifying the darkness in Murphy's eyes, unless Murphy can directly become a new god, the baptism of all the power in the world will make him completely pure.

It’s just useless to have the most powerful power of the God of Light and the Lion of Glory. In the passage of thousands of years and the constant offsetting of the God of Darkness’s own power, it is impossible for them to add up to drive a person to become a new god.

Cecil had never even thought about such an idea, and it was not even possible.

He can only bet on the [-]% to [-]% possibility.

Murphy frowned at him for a long time, and finally reached out to touch his forehead under Cecil's surprised eyes.

The shattered wound was deep, and he could know the pain Cecil was suffering just by touching Murphy. He shouldn't have cared, but he was a little strange: "You are the God of Darkness, why did you make yourself so embarrassed? I am the God of Light Your Holy Son, not your Holy Son, you saved me, and now we are even. Do this!..."

"No need." His voice was extremely clear in the night.

Cecil sat beside Murphy, getting as close to him as possible: "I said that when I come out, you will be the only holy son."

Murphy smiled faintly: "Your Son? You are the God of Darkness. Could it be possible that you can really turn me into the Son of Darkness?"

Cecil didn't speak, and responded with silence.

He thought that if his current method really couldn't make Murphy recover, then he would inevitably be made things difficult or even killed during the succession ceremony. It would be better to let him take Murphy away before then.

Go to his place, no one will hurt him.

If that day comes, whether Murphy is willing or not, he will take him away.

Cecil stared straight at Murphy, his eyes expressed all his thoughts, and Murphy could see it.

Murphy didn't know what to say. When he wanted to speak, Cecil spoke.

"They're all afraid of me, everyone," he said, pinching Murphy's hair, averting his gaze, "as long as I can remember, I'm almost used to this life, they look at me with averted eyes , as if I would take their lives at any moment. I would take their lives as they wished."

"I...have been alone for many years, and you are the first to get close to me without hesitation."

"You are special."

Cecil's voice was hoarse in the dark.

Even he himself can't remember how boring his life is. Many people fear him, but pray for his strength, and approach his side tremblingly, trying to exchange their unsophisticated beliefs for benefits. , stood behind him and survived.

Cecil doesn't care about these, he has already seen through everyone.

The gods are high above, possessing great power and lofty status, but they are also alone in the sky, completely deserted.

He doesn't care about territory, belief, or strength. More often than not, he just sits aimlessly in the empty hall, letting time go by.

When I am in a good mood, I listen to the prayers of the believers, and I will easily agree to any rude request. When I am in a bad mood, I just let him go, and I may even personally send him away.

He is a maverick god, his believers are not bound by dogma, they can live freely in the cruel world, and the creatures yearning for freedom stand by his side.

It wasn't until Garcia, the god of light, ignited war on his land that Cecil's peaceful and boring life was broken.

Diseases, plagues, poisonous insects, and natural disasters, every word hated by people, has been marked with the mark of the God of Darkness. The light camp that mobilizes troops to crusade shouts slogans to clean up the darkness, and cleans up everything they can see.

Only Cecil knew what the war was about.

In order to kill the God of Darkness, for greater power and control of the entire world.

It was the idea of ​​a cunning person, and the single-minded God of Light relied on it, and directly hit Cecil in front of him.

Light and darkness exist in complete opposition, but the two gods did not confront each other. It was just that when Cecil woke up from his deep sleep again, the other party had been completely led astray by his followers.

The Church of Light established for worshiping the God of Light has in turn influenced their gods and promoted the struggle between light and darkness.

But he was also bored, and it seemed that the fun was delivered to his door, which added a few more waves to his life without waves.

Cecil, who took the lead in extinguishing the fire of life of the God of Light, was also seriously injured, and closed his eyes contentedly.

And then the millennium passed, the God of Darkness opened his eyes in the dark holy land, and saw the light that illuminated his eyes.

His momentary curiosity brought him a new believer, with an innocent and pure heart, completely different from the people he had ever met before, and he was easily caught in his mind.

Cecil always thought he was just bored, but when everything was lost, he realized something was wrong.

He had never wanted a man's faith so much, told him his name, and indulged himself in his cute voice.

Cecil regretted it.

He was wrong about one thing so he won't be wrong about another.

Gods always have their own weaknesses, he didn't have and would not have, but he is willing to pay the price for those shining golden eyes.

"Trust me again."

The Dark God's face was pale, like a terminally ill person, and Murphy even felt that he was more suitable to lie on this bed than himself, so he softened his heart for a while.

But soon, he hardened his heart again.

"Let's go, don't come again."

The dark god who stared at him was silent for a long time, and refused to leave beside his bed.

For the next few days, there would be uninvited guests in the room of the Holy Son of Light every night. He threw the two that were originally occupying the bed on the ground and climbed up by himself. It doesn't help.

When Murphy regained his strength, kicking him off the bed didn't stop it.

Later, since the Dark God would pick up the two on the ground before leaving, Murphy didn't bother to care about him.

With half a month left before Murphy's succession ceremony, new news reached the front line.

The greatest heritage of the Church of Light—the Presbyterian Church was born, and it is about to go to the front to assist all forces to fight against the God of Darkness.

Here comes Sapas.

The author has something to say: Started!Guess how to cure Feifei's eyes!I might end it all before the succession ceremony! ! ! !