God forbids me to fall in love

abyss.

The black lava condensed by thousands of desires surged restlessly.

In this boundless space of despair, there is only a touch of bright color.

The god who jumped into the abyss knew that his golden hair and holy white robe still shone brightly, and even though he fell into the mud, he was not stained with a speck of dust.

The molten slugs were aggressive and tentative, dancing wildly around the god in the center, but they didn't dare to engulf him.

But Vilnius opened his eyes, his pair of pupils that were as clear and elegant as amber were filled with great loneliness and sadness.

He lowered his head, carefully put down the dead bones in his arms that had been consumed, and stood up in the abyss.

The lava excitedly condensed into various huge and distorted shapes, seeping into every corner of the abyss.

They have no words, but they are proclaiming to the gods: join us!Be a part of the abyss!You also have a desire in your heart, then go to realize it, to own it, to destroy it!Why get stuck here, go out and have fun!

They smelled the dark thoughts, and they heard the unwilling voice of the gods.

Is this the best moment to blacken him?

Let pure light and darkness keep company, let gentleness and restraint be swallowed up by paranoia, let the high gods be replaced by monsters sealed in the mud, and let all the order in the world return to chaos!

——All the dark matter in the abyss boiled, and every particle in it trembled with excitement.

But Vernes waved his sleeves and built a clear pool in the abyss.

He stared at the world in the water, but he just watched silently.

He thought, as long as that person had a good life, it didn't matter to forget him.

In the water curtain was a dark brown-haired human sitting in a carriage with his knees crossed.From time to time, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, before burying himself back again.

Seeing people weeping, the god's body stiffened.

After a moment of stagnation, the magma immediately became even crazier.

Even a lot of viscous liquid excitedly rolled out countless waves, hitting the ground under the god's feet like waves hitting the shore violently, and then shattered and bloomed like fireworks.

The dark "ink dots" splashed on the god's fair and jade-like cheeks. He raised his hand to wipe it off expressionlessly, but his eyes were always fixed on the human beings in the pool, and his other hand was vacantly clenched.

The clear pool is eroded by the undercurrent, and the scene of the world is looming.

Vernes lowered his eyes and turned around, everything returned to darkness.

……

Moen didn't know how he finally fell asleep again.

His head hurts, and his eyes are extremely sore. After moving his posture slightly, he found that his legs were also numb due to the blocked blood.

After waking up, he still sat quietly for a long time before leaving.

He knew that he couldn't just be depressed because of the death of a bird, but his emotions couldn't be normal.

He could only try his best to make his mentality more positive. After all, he still had to cooperate with the investigation of the Holy See, and there were still many complicated things to face.

Moen adjusted his appearance, took a sip of water to moisten his dry throat, and looked out the window of the carriage.

The scenery outside is quite different from the small town of Paddinglitan.

The whole street is magnificent, and there are occasionally a few buildings that are incompatible with the overall beauty, which are churches and temples.Even the ordinary residential style around it is gorgeous.

It seems that it has gone farther and farther on the way to the center.

The strong man outside the carriage yelled and handed Moen some dry bread.

While doing this, he also cast his eyes curiously into the carriage, as if he was very interested in the corpses piled up behind the carriage.

Originally thought that Shenzi's courage was shattered, but looking at it this way, he could still stay in the same room with the horrible corpse without changing his face, it seemed that he was not as weak as he imagined.

The strong man had some mental activity in secret, but he didn't say much on the surface. After resting for a while, he continued to drive, and the next time he rested would be at night.

They set off in the early morning of the first day, and arrived at the center of the mainland in the evening of the second day. After driving for a few ten minutes, they finally reached the gate of the Holy See.

With the carrier pigeon in front, the news had been released long ago, and there were several sons of god standing there solemnly waiting at the gate of the Holy See.

As soon as Moen got off the carriage, he was surrounded by people.

A middle-aged man with light brown hair who looked like a priest gave him a wide smile, and said in his mouth: "I am tired on the road, thank you for your hard work."

The sons of God who belonged to the Holy See behind him calmly transported the body off the carriage, not knowing where it was carried.

The priest ordered someone to take Moen back to his room to rest and wash, and someone would summon him in the evening.

Moen was a little apprehensive. He was not familiar with the place here, so he couldn't help but become restrained.

He nodded slightly, and followed the people into the branch hall of the church.

This is indeed the power center of the entire continent, the place closest to God.

There are ivory white jade stones everywhere, engraved with runes symbolizing auspiciousness.

Every wall is painted with magnificent and exquisite murals, and you can see the radiant dome when you look up. Although it has only been established for more than 40 years, there is already a sense of precipitation and thickness over the years.

The sacred atmosphere was easily highlighted, and people couldn't help but lighten their footsteps, slow down their tone, and lower their voices. It seemed that making noise here was a sin.

Moen stayed in the strange room of the Son of God, and the white jade statue used for praying in the room was also larger, but for some reason, it felt a little different from the other statues of Lord Yemiga he had seen, and he said exactly what was different not come out.

When he was exhausted from running around and was sitting at the table staring at the holy image, the people from the Holy See finally came to summon him.

He walked out quickly, and there were two strange sons of gods following him at the door. On the one hand, they were guiding the way, and on the other hand, they seemed to be watching.

One of them said: "This matter has attracted the attention of the bishop, and he will personally meet you in a while..."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and gave Moen a faint glance, and Moen immediately understood that the so-called "interview" was more like "interrogation", and the Son of God was hinting that he should not offend the noble bishop.

Moen looked at his nose, his nose, and his heart. He knew that this trip was not destined to be peaceful, and he had already tried his best to make himself look calmer.

However, when he arrived at the main hall of the trial, Moen found that he still underestimated the scene.

In addition to the bishop, there were five high priests, dozens of deacons, and countless gods and sons and goddesses present.

Except for the pope, who didn't show up at all, the most honorable people in the entire continent gathered here.

As soon as Moen saw the crowd, his brain felt a little hypoxic. He was pushed to the front of the stage like a prisoner, and the honorable bishop was sitting opposite him.

The other party was benevolent, with gray hair, and looked to be in his sixties, but Moen didn't dare to take a second look, and immediately bent down and knelt down after the god who led him stepped back.

"What's your name? Can you tell us what you've seen and heard?" His Excellency Bishop spoke softly.

If it weren't for the overall posture being too solemn and solemn, Moen would think that the other party was just chatting with him.

He lowered his head respectfully, reported his name honestly, and then recounted his experience that morning that he could almost memorize.

After he finished speaking, before His Excellency the Bishop asked, one of the five priests behind him, a white-haired old man who seemed to be very old, spoke first: "You said, your name is Moen?!"

He is an old man in his sixties, who must also be a survivor of the catastrophe, and a spiritual pioneer who believes in the god Yemiga.

He has a slightly fat body and a serious appearance. Wrinkles have covered his face, but the two lines between his eyebrows are the deepest.

Since Moen came in, he has been a little out of his mind, and now he is even more excited when he listens to someone talking.

Moen raised his head and glanced at the past without knowing why, feeling a little puzzled in his heart. He didn't understand what was wrong with his name, so he could only say yes again.

And the priest's eyes were a little dazed, and he was still muttering "Moen, Moen..."

Behind him, a deacon couldn't sit still anymore, walked quickly to his side and bent down and asked, "Master Tommy, what questions do you have about this son of God?"

The old man named Tommy stared at Moen with a complicated expression as if he didn't hear it. It took him a long time before he replied "Nothing" in a daze, got up and made a confession ceremony to the bishop. Sit back again.

It's just that his eyes were fixed on Moen all the time, which made Moen even more uncomfortable.

The bishop glanced at Tommy thoughtfully, pondered for a moment, raised his right hand, and signaled the surrounding gods to bring up the corpses of the Griffin family.

Then he ordered all the priests under the deacon to withdraw, and the full hall suddenly became empty. Moen felt that his breathing was easier, but he was even more worried.

An inexplicable fear kept circling in my heart, and I always felt that the next step for the Holy See to disperse the crowd was to execute him on the spot, even though he was innocent at all.

Moen didn't know where this thought came from, he could only secretly relax his tense muscles that were a little spasmodic.

Immediately afterwards, the bishop stood up slowly with the support of a deacon.

He walked leisurely towards the place where the corpses were displayed, not at all frightened by their terrifying appearance.

"This kind of corpse...is not the first time I have discovered it." He casually glanced at the two shriveled corpses, his eyes did not stay there, but quickly moved to the still "full" corpse of Young Master Griffin and On the nightingale on his chest, "However, this one is quite novel. Do you have any grudge against this man? You were the last person to see him."

The bishop turned around and looked at Moen, with some incomprehensible emotions in his eyes.

"My lord bishop, in my opinion, this matter is very strange. If it is as... what Moen and Moen said, the nightingale must be a bit evil. It is better to order to kill all the nightingales in the mainland to avoid future troubles. "

That Lord Tommy spoke again just now, and he stood up with a serious face, cut off the bishop's unclear question to Moen, and suddenly shifted the focus to Nightingale.

"How can this be done? Can a little bird kill a person?"

Beside Tommy, another priest who looked younger rejected his proposal with a sullen face, and said: "Master Tommy, you should think about it carefully. If you do this, you will see where the authority of the God of Truth is! Could it be that you want the public to regard the theory of monsters as true?!"

The priest took off a huge hat as soon as he spoke, and Tommy's face turned pale.

His lord bishop listened to the confrontation between the priests below, smiled without saying a word, and raised his chin at the deacon beside him, and the man put his hands on the cheeks of the young master Griffin, prompting him to open his mouth again. Those clumps of bird feathers.

The feathers Moen saw last time were still the grayish yellow color of a nightingale. Looking at them again this time, there was still some sticky black substance attached to those feathers, making it even more disgusting.

Accompanied by the feathers, there was also a foul smell, as if something had rotted in the young master's stomach.

This kind of weird situation was mentioned earlier in the letter, perhaps because of this, everyone was psychologically prepared.

When they saw this scene, they were indeed frightened for a few seconds, but they quickly controlled it.

The psychological quality of the people of the Holy See was indeed many times better than that of the clergy of the church. On the contrary, Moen still felt uncomfortable. He looked away, suppressed his urge to retch, and coughed lightly.

"...It's really strange." The bishop frowned and glanced at the seats of the priests, and continued to talk to Moen, "What do you think?"

Moen was silent for a moment, and during these few seconds, he thought of Percy's exhortation to him.

The so-called members of the Holy See who "wouldn't believe it's true even when they saw it with their own eyes" also started a discussion about Nightingale. Does it mean that they might accept their guess?

Moen didn't know the answer either, but he still tried to say it.

All the details omitted, including the young master's evaluation of his "fragrance", the madness and pain that Nightingale felt with his master, the fight between his own bird and the nightingale, the young master's knowledge of his mother's death, and the Stories I've Witnessed...

"...I think that although the tooth marks belong to humans, if the nightingale really becomes a bloodthirsty monster, it is naturally possible to manipulate people's hearts. Eat and drink by yourself, or directly incarnate as a human... Isn't it possible that Master Griffin's corpse has been occupied by birds?"

He finished all this in one breath, the ending was still trembling, the audience was silent, and Moen's heart was beating like a drum.

After a while, it was the priest who had a disagreement with Tommy who broke the deadlock. After hearing what Moen said, his attitude was completely opposite from before.

He lowered his expression and raised his voice: "In this case, I also agree with the plan to hunt and kill nightingales. Master Tommy is really resourceful, but I don't think only nightingales need to be wiped out. None of the birds in the entire continent are Safe. Who can guarantee that this is not a disease that is spreading among the flocks?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were many echoing voices from below, and Moen faintly felt something was wrong, how could he kill all the birds with one stick?He boldly tried to refute with words, but the bishop once again pointed the finger at him.

"Even if what you said is true, why is it that only this person who had conflicts with you died in good condition?"

intact?

The bishop actually called the young master's corpse full of bird feathers as intact?

Moen felt it was ridiculous, and even raised his head to look at the bishop's face regardless of etiquette, but when he met those eyes, his heart trembled.

It was clearly the gaze of the dead.

Cold and heartless.

Moen has never been a stupid person. At this moment, his back was covered with cold sweat, and he suddenly understood the three options of the "adults" present to deal with this matter.

The bishop wanted to put everything on him, and then kill him as a sacrifice to the heavens to calm the matter. In the end, it was attributed to human struggles, and no weird factors were allowed to be noticed by the people.

Priest Tommy seems to be more impartial, so he is only willing to gather the source on Nightingale.

Another priest changed his mind midway for some unknown reason, and wanted to kill all the birds on the basis of Tommy.

Is this the Holy See?

Is this the place where the God of truth descended into the world?

They have no desire to explore the truth, but only want to solve a result.

Even if it is solved indiscriminately.

Moen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and felt cold all over.

"When I left, he was still alive, howling because his bird was pecked." He actually knew that his defense was useless, as long as the bishop wanted him to end the matter as a murderer, then he had to murderer.

"That's right." Tommy said again, but this time his tone was not so forceful, "I agree with Mr. Fox. It must be a kind of disease spreading among the birds. My lord, how about..."

Fox snorted with his mouth twisted, and said, "Indeed."

"...I understand. Since everyone has the answer in their hearts, then this unsightly corpse should be burned." The bishop looked at them and suddenly smiled.

He sat back on his seat and ordered the deacons to take the body down.

Fewer and fewer people stayed at the scene. Moen spit out the depression in his heart with his breath, and then heard a slightly pity voice above his head again.

"Poor child, let's rest here first. You have worked hard today, Lord Yemiga, the God of Truth, will remember your efforts." The bishop looked down at him with a smile, and waved his hand, and immediately another deacon picked up Moen, Sent him away from the hall.

The bishop looked like he had never thought of killing Moen.

But Moen couldn't forget those eyes, and couldn't feel any warmth in his heart.

When it was delivered to the door, there was another handover from the Son of God outside.

Back and forth, Moen was destined not to escape the sight of the Holy See personnel.

Refusing to let him go back to Padding Litan, and not allowing him to move freely, Moen was suddenly placed under house arrest in a disguised form.

Shenzi, who took over and followed him, walked beside him silently, and suddenly asked, "Are you okay?"

Moen had been exhausted physically and mentally for a long time, and he didn't even know that the words were said to him, so he just ignored them.

Until Shenzi suddenly stopped moving, causing Moen to bump into the opponent's back.

"The people inside bullied you?" The god son turned around and frowned.

"..." Moen was stunned, really not knowing how to answer.

There is such a bold son of God in the Holy See, it is really surprising that the bishop and priests are called "the people inside" with an understatement.

"No."

Although he found it ridiculous, he still couldn't help answering the other party's extremely serious expression.

The Son of God said "Hum", and then silently led Moen back to the previous room.

When he came to the door, he suddenly spoke again inexplicably, with only sincerity in his tone, like a promise

"If... if there is anything, just pray to the god icon in your house. God will bless you, and he will grant your wish..."

"Any wish." He added with sparkling eyes, staring into Moen's eyes.

Moen's heart beat faster for a moment.

He nodded hastily, and went back to the house without stopping for a moment.

The white jade statue came into view, and Moen stopped, staring at it without blinking.

He seemed to have suddenly discovered the difference between this icon and other icons.

It is obviously made of cold and hard stone, but it looks so gentle.

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