God forbids me to fall in love

"A dirty soul needs fire to cleanse."

The bishop sat on an elegant and luxurious chair, facing out of the window, leaving only the back of the chair to cover everything for the priests.

His tone was very flat. After all, he had passed such judgments thousands of times, and this time there was nothing special about it.

"Master Bishop, I think there is still room for investigation into this matter. There is something strange behind Fox's death..."

A thin layer of sweat was seeping on Tommy's forehead, caught between the fine lines of his dead bark-like skin, and he looked older than ever.

"Enough is enough, Tommy."

The bishop directly interrupted him, letting out a weary sigh, "The two dead have nothing to do with him."

"...He is just an ordinary person who grew up in a church. How could he have such ability and evil heart?" Tommy's lips couldn't stop trembling. He spit out a lot of saliva while speaking, and his appearance was already extremely agitated. I am using my remaining reason to maintain due respect.

The other three priests had different expressions. One of them grabbed Tommy's arm in disapproval and shook his head at him.

"You mean, the thing that killed Fox was a monster?" The bishop stood up slowly, turned his head while holding the window, and looked up at Tommy expressionlessly.

"……Do not."

"So, what questions do you have?"

……

Several priests parted ways outside the bishop's hall. Tommy came out in a daze, and the Son of God outside the door immediately stepped forward to help him.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, his expression was very dazed, until on the way back to the room, he met a few young gods talking in a corner

"I never thought that the Son of God would be such a terrifying person."

"Perhaps it was the will of the gods that made him come here from the original branch and be arrested."

"Poor Lord Fox, may the blessing of the God of Truth cover his soul."

"Maybe Mr. Fox just noticed something wrong with that person and went to inquire about it, so..."

Tommy glanced over, and the god who was supporting him immediately understood and let out a light cough.

The sons of God who were talking under the colored windows turned around when they heard the movement, saluted in a panic, and then fell silent.

Tommy lowered his eyes, feeling depressed in his heart. He dragged his old body, but he didn't go back to his room. Instead, he guided the way to the dungeon under the astonished gaze of the Son of God's disapproval.

"My lord priest..." The Son of God stopped in his tracks, a little at a loss.

"If you don't want to, call someone else."

Tommy's legs and feet were already extremely inconvenient. He had suffered many injuries when he was young, and he was weaker than ordinary old people.

Now my body is getting worse day by day, without the help of others, it is difficult to move smoothly.

The son of God was full of hesitation, and finally took a step with his mouth pursed.

Tommy sighed, and with the support of the other party, he walked out of the main church tremblingly, and walked towards a dark and gloomy underground building against the scorching sun.

The strong men guarding the door were distressed when they saw the person coming, and they hesitated for a long time without opening the door.

After a while, it seemed that one of the people who had left came back to report some news, and whispered a few words in the strong man's ear, and Tommy was finally allowed in.

The rusted iron gate was pulled open, making a creaking sound.

This is the dungeon of the Holy See, where all evil souls are held, all demons who disrespect the gods are held, and every sinner who violates the rules is held.

All crimes need to be sealed in this dark and damp corner, and the day of execution will be when the light of day is seen again.

Shenzi was afraid to come in outside, so he carefully invited another strong man inside to help Tommy walk down the winding and narrow and steep steps, and guarded outside by himself.

The dungeon was dark, with only some dim candle lights around, the dirty walls were not cleaned, the ground under the feet was wet and sticky, and the nostrils were filled with a rancid smell, which made people feel uncomfortable all over.

Tommy walked forward slowly, skipping one empty cell after another. The closer he got, the more he could hear some human movements.

This group of prisoners were all held in the interior, and they would be executed one after another within three days.

Most of the prisoners who can be sent to the dungeon of the Holy See are at the level where they need to be burned.

Outside the second cell after the corner, Tommy stopped.

With the dim candlelight, a young man with dark brown hair could be seen sitting inside.

He was wearing the robes that belonged to the Son of God, with his back to the prison door, facing the wall and sitting on the withered weeds, motionless.

Tommy felt that he had seen such a back before.

That was in his teenage years.

On the endless grassland, people surrounded by white fluffy lambs are reading textbooks that they have thrown away in the shade of trees in the middle.

When he went to call someone back, or to entrust homework that he didn't want to complete, he could always see that back.

In this world, why are there two people who are so similar?

They even have the same name.

Tommy fell into a silence of recollection.

The air in the dungeon was not good, and he was about to have an asthma attack, and he soon developed symptoms of chest tightness, shortness of breath, and restricted breathing.

But he still resisted to stay here, he called that familiar name

"Moen."

The people inside did not respond, as if they were also trapped in some kind of memory, unwilling to connect with reality.

"……sorry."

Tommy gasped, a lump in his throat.

He didn't know why he apologized, but he seemed to know.

In front of this young man, he always felt that he was still the little fat man many years ago, self-willed and proud, secretly competing with his cousin every day, and only worried about the monotonous color of the bow tie and the outdated style of the suit.

Until he lost his annoying cousin in the war.

Then he lost the most respected father in his life in a disaster.

Later, the disaster was obviously over, and the will of the God of Truth Yemiga spread to every corner of the earth, and peace and tranquility enveloped the entire continent, but he was still losing.

He lost his loving mother.

He sent his mother to the stake with his own hands just because she casually revealed a secret 50 years ago.

He is full of justice from the mouth of a wise man, and like every fanatical believer, he does not allow anything beyond his control to exist in the world.

The existence of other gods is not allowed to be mentioned again, even the mother has no right to anger God Yemiga.

Then he watched helplessly as the crowd put his mother, who had been taken away because of his informant, on the wood pile, and watched them raise the torch of justice and throw it down.

Seeing his mother calling his name while crying, he couldn't help but shed tears, thinking that he was finally relieved, and he was crying tears of joy.

He stood on the periphery of the crowd, shouting along with the crazy believers.

At that time, he thought, the mother is guilty, she offended the gods, this is her purification, only in this way the gods can forgive her soul.

Because of his positivity, fanaticism, and the "great" act of exterminating relatives, he climbed up step by step, and finally he climbed to this place so close to the gods, and he became the priest of the Holy See with more than ten million people.

When he dreamed back at midnight, he would think of his mother's face, and the way his mother gave him two of the three eggs in the house.

Every time, he woke up in a dream and prayed to the gods.

But why?

God never came again, and truth ceased to exist.

Tommy thought he was numb.

Realizing his mistake was many years later, after he had fully grown up.

In middle age, I belatedly realized what sins I had committed.

Because of his foolish loyalty, he sent his mother to death with his own hands.

"I'm sorry..." Tommy murmured, facing the dark cage, sobbing from his throat.

He held his head, sat down regardless of the support of the strong man, and cried like an ignorant child.

He broke down and rubbed his gray hair, which hadn't been oiled for a long time.

This time, he was still the helpless child back then.

He climbed up, stepping on his mother's bones to climb up, in order to get closer to the gods, the truth, and the justice.

He is no longer the ridiculous and despicable little fat man.

He no longer has to hide behind the heroes in the role of the rescued.

Finally, he also became a "great" person respected by the world.

But at this moment, he found sadly that he was still the incompetent person who could only raise his eyes and look around by the fire during the war, under the disaster, and by the fire.

His loss still hasn't stopped.

This time he lost faith.

What is truth?

Is truth ignorance, whitewashing, and innocent people dying for it?

Truth is nothing.

God is nothing.

God will not bring back the dead, God will not punish the one who deserves to be punished.

On the contrary, it is the ignorant and ignorant people who hold out the ruthless butcher's knife to their companions in the name of gods.

There is no truth in this land.

There is nothing but absurdity in this land.

The strong man looked at the old man who had always been serious and stern, tearing up and down, standing by the side at a loss, not knowing what he could do.

Who is the person imprisoned inside, and why does Master Tommy cry?

No matter who it is, it must be a dirty soul, otherwise why would it appear here?

And why does the dignified priest have an unusual relationship with the prisoner? !

The strong man's eyes became vigilant, his heart beat faster, he let go of his hand calmly, stepped back a little bit, and finally turned around and ran away quickly, running out of the dungeon.

Climbing up the narrow steps, he took a deep breath, and did not forget to close the iron door behind him under the exclamation of his companions and Shenzi, leaving an old man with a childish head and teeth to stay alone in the cold prison.

"Master Tommy has an extraordinary relationship with sinners. I'm afraid they may be colluding secretly. This matter must be reported to Lord Bishop!"

He said righteously.

……

"Hey, kid over there." A bearded man threw away the pebbles he was drawing on the ground, and shouted to the cell next door, "The old man at your door is dead."

After he finished speaking, he changed into a squatting position, and frivolously gathered up his clothes.

Glancing sideways, he found that the prisoner next door was still sitting there like a fool, so he picked up a stone on the ground and threw it at him: "I said, someone died at your door!"

The stone hit Moen's arm, and he looked down dully, then raised his head as if awakened.

Yes, I was locked up.

After waking up that day, he was suppressed by the deacons and sons of God who broke into his room, and was sent to the altar for trial amidst their screams, and after that, he came here.

Moen looked at the bare wall, but didn't react for a long time.

After waking up that day, he always felt that he had lost something.

He forgot something important, something more important than his own name.

This made him completely lose his enthusiasm for life, and he didn't even know the meaning of living in nothingness.

That feeling couldn't be easily described in words, but it really made him a walking dead.

He lost his perception of the outside world, he lost himself.

The bearded man raised his eyebrows, grabbed a handful of weed leaves and threw them along the gap between the cells, scattered everywhere.

"Stupid, are you scared?"

The dust brought by the weeds made Moen sneezed. After being "attacked" one after another, he managed to regain his sanity, so he turned around and looked over with a frown.

"The old man at your door is dead." The bearded man muttered.

Moen was taken aback, and quickly looked towards the door. The candles in the corridor of the dungeon were brighter. He tried his best to identify the old man lying outside his cell, and saw that the uniform he was wearing proved his noble status.

Fat body, rough hands, weak and pale sick appearance and wrinkles all over the face...

That is……

Lord Tommy who once saved him.

Moen stood up and walked towards the entrance of the cage. After reacting for a moment, he quickly stretched out his trembling hands towards Tommy's body.

I can still feel the other party's weak breathing, and the body temperature touched through the robe is still warm, which may be a temporary coma.

"Come here! Save people!"

He clawed at the railing of the door and shouted, but unfortunately only his voice echoed in the empty cell.

"You are so noisy."

The bearded man was writing and drawing on the floor of his cell, but at this moment he helplessly covered his ears and muttered to Moen, "The old man apologized to you just now."

It may be that Moen's shout was transmitted to the upper layer through the thick ground, and there were indeed noisy footsteps coming from the entrance of the dungeon, and it sounded like there was more than one person.

Another middle-aged priest led several deacons and strong men down.

When they saw Tommy lying on the ground, they rushed over immediately, and some strong men looked at Moen in horror, as if he had hurt him.

"..."

Moen still held on to the cell door, silently watching several strong men take Tommy away under the command of the priest.

A deacon following behind gave him a cold look, and suddenly walked towards this side, lifting his foot, as if to step on Moen's hand holding the cell door.

Moen subconsciously let go of his hand and dodged backwards. He looked at this malicious stranger defensively, and heard "Bah——".

The bearded man in the cell next door spat at the deacon and cursed: "You disgusting lackey who puts a chicken butt on his neck and puts his head on his neck, why don't you go to grandpa!"

The deacon didn't say a word, just let out a cold snort and walked away.

After everyone left, the bearded man suddenly picked up the weeds on the ground, pulled out a not-so-wet grass root and held it in his mouth. He asked nonchalantly, "What did you do?"

"...I don't know." Moen was stunned.

Inexplicably imprisoned in the dungeon, he didn't feel the slightest anger, only a huge daze and unconsciousness shrouded his heart.

What did he lose?

"Oh, let me tell you why I came in."

Seeing that Moen began to enter the self-enclosed state where he was not "disturbed" by the outside world, the bearded man was not affected in any way, and he told his own story on his own.

"I am a book writer, and I only write about the truth. I see you are wearing the clothes of the Son of God. Maybe you even burned my book.

You idiots are the lackeys and asses of the Holy See.Sometimes I feel that you are quite pitiful. You have been brainwashed by the Holy See since you were a child. You probably don’t know how big the world is in this life, right?Not everyone is happy to be a fool.

Don't mention anything else, there is no such thing as your beloved God Yemiga in this world now, if you don't believe me, listen to me scolding him and see if there is any thunder coming to strike me? "

He squinted his eyes and scratched the stones on the ground, then suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Yemiga, you disgusting maggot that keeps twitching in the cesspit..."

"Look, I'm fine." He turned around and spread his hands, looking very proud, "What's your name? My name is Anna. Don't laugh, it's indeed a girl's name."

Moen didn't laugh, he didn't even hear Mr. Anna's words, but was immersed in his own world and remained motionless.

"You don't understand this, it's all tactics. How can it be easy for people to see through themselves? People who have only heard my name will think that I am a lady. Just like my beard, how old do you think I am?"

Anna looked at the corner of the cell, asked herself and answered: "22 years old last year, 23 years old this year, 23 years old next year, 23 years old in the next year, 23 years old forever..."

Then he stopped, and the drawn-out sound stayed in the air, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

"... On which day will you carry out the execution?" He asked casually, his fingers still touching the brick patterns on the wall.

Of course I can't wait for a response.

"You come a day later than me, I may die tomorrow, and I guess you will die the day after tomorrow."

"Everyone in my family was burned to death. Our family loves to write books. We are smart and witty. What a coincidence. If we were born in the early years, we probably all believe in the god of wisdom, Fran Ido."

"I don't look like a person who is afraid of death?"

"Hehe, I'm pretty scared. I don't think you're scared, or are you scared stupid?"

"It seems that I was scared and stupid."

"..."

Anna shrank back into the corner, buried her head on her knees, as if she was finally tired.

The cell fell into a long silence.

The next sound came when the gate of the dungeon was opened again.

A group of people walked quickly, appeared outside Anna's cell, opened the door, and led them out.

Ana was at first a little overwhelmed, but soon he started talking aloud to himself

"...Oh, Mr. Anna, who is clever and witty, also has a day of miscalculation.

It seems that not only the god of justice, Kamsimon, is unwilling to reverse this distorted trial, but even the god of death, Desitef, is unwilling to keep me until tomorrow.

I think people can only save themselves, they can only wait for most ignorant people to wake up from this absurd dream, maybe they have to ask Narovira, the god of dreams, cough, cough cough..."

His arms were pressed behind by the strong man, and his neck was bound by a rope. Every time he said a word, the rope would become tighter. In the end, Anna's pale face turned red from suffocation.

Moen was shocked all over. He rushed to the door of the cell and shouted: "There is another god, there is another god, right..."

Obviously there is another god, so who is it? !

Anna was already unable to respond, and Moen suddenly realized what absurd things he was going through.

He suddenly woke up from the strange state of being out of the world, soberly aware that he was watching Anna was about to be sent to the fire, and soberly aware that he would die because of trumped-up charges.

But he is struggling with how many gods there are in the world.

"Cough cough..."

Anna left behind a few weak coughs, and went to see the sun for the last time in her life.

Moen stood where he was, watching the indifferent and skilled figures of the group disappear into the dark corridor, and kicked hard towards the iron door of the dungeon.

He ruthlessly stretched out his hands and kept beating those hard metals, but he couldn't break them.

"I died, but the problem can't be solved, and life will continue to die after that. Is this the ending you want?!"

Why is this world like this?

It shouldn't be!

It shouldn't be...

Moen fell to the ground, his finger bones were bright red, and the blood dripped onto the weeds before disappearing.

The bright red blood fell into the thick abyss, dripping on Vilnes's sleeping face.

The god didn't notice it. He closed his eyes and lay quietly in the abyss, stroking a cherished skull in his hand.

The face was serene and serene, like a sculpture whose eternal life should not be disturbed.

The dark matter people wanted to swallow that delicious drop of blood restlessly, but they hesitated and churned in place, not daring to go forward.

Even they know that it is a sin to awaken the gods.

God will not wake up again.

From the moment he realized that all evil thoughts were breeding in his heart, he made up his mind to be silent with the abyss.

As long as he is still awake, he will have desires, and leave the abyss for desires, and the things in the abyss will come to the world together.

From the moment he jumped down, he was destined to end up with the abyss.

He can turn into a bird, into an icon, into the Son of God on a whim.

But he can no longer come to the world with his real body, destroying thousands of souls for one soul.

He shouldn't have opened his eyes again.

Until a sudden heart palpitation.

When God woke up again, he raised his hand to cover his heart.

His face was expressionless, he looked up at the dark molten lava, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his Adam's apple slipped, and his fingers curled up.

But those brown pupils flickered, and as he panted, they finally turned into an abyss-like, despairing black.

Much like him, no?

The thick molten magma suddenly rose and fell and boiled, like an angry wave with a posture of sweeping everything, bursting with countless broken bubbles.

"Why do you have those idle scruples? You only care about one soul."

Said the voice in the abyss.

"You stupid souls who are ungrateful, why don't you just be buried with him when he dies."

They also said.

In the next second, there was no one in the abyss.

Only a light appeared in the sky, which was the opening of the door.

The dark matter is jumping, galloping, swaying, crowded together trying to go beyond the abyss to be free and unrestrained.

Yet they are stuck in place.

That door is not the seal of the divine tree, nor the confinement of the gods.

Thousands of magma solidified together, and melted in an instant.

Like countless dirty flying ants, they disintegrated in the air.

They didn't even have time to realize that the gods ceased to exist from the moment they woke up.

That door is under the control of the Lord of the Abyss.

——We wanted to perish together, but we lived together.

All sounds are silent.

Only a pale skull remained in place.

It rolled for a moment under the effect of the breeze blowing into the abyss, and the sound sounded like a sad sigh.

"dong dong"

Daisu was sorting out the manuscripts hidden under the bed, when she heard the knock on the door, she trembled, hurriedly put all the invisible words back carefully, and hurried to open the door.

"Goddess Daisu, I won't have to go to the hospital to work in the next few days. The priest asked me to inform the higher-ups of the decree that the clergy in the mainland must participate in the action of killing birds, and it will be implemented today."

The goddess who delivered the message didn't wait for Daisu to recover from her daze, she turned and left after speaking.

Daisu held on to the doorknob, blinking and looking out the window.

Kill all birds?

Here it comes again, the random rules of the Holy See come again.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes heavily and squeezed the handle tightly, telling herself to be patient.

When she opened her eyes again, she had a calm expression on her face again.

Just as he was about to go back to the house, another son of God who ran and shouted "Everyone go to the altar immediately" appeared again.

Daisu paused on her way back to the room, walked out silently, closed the door, and walked to the altar outside the main church with many unidentified sons and goddesses.

When I went there, I saw the priest standing there with a dignified face, followed by a son of God.

Obviously only in his 40s, he has reached the point where he cannot stand without support.

Just one look at the priest's appearance, Daisu knew that nothing good had happened.

The next thing to usher in must be unprecedented bad news.

She was mentally prepared, silently clenched her hands, and listened respectfully.

"Everyone, Moen, son of God, committed a heinous crime..." The priest's voice trembled violently, and his throat was so tight that he couldn't speak.

But that alone is enough.

The audience was silent, and it took a long time before some small exclamations began to appear.

Daisu was also shocked and stopped breathing for a second.

They all knew Moen all too well.

I learned that after listening to such absurd words, I couldn't say a word.

"... will be burned to the public in the next day. The Padding Litan Church needs to send a priest to the Holy See to record the whole process, and come back to pass it on... as a warning."

The priest suppressed his distorted voice, forced himself to calmly raise the purple flower in his hand, and said, "Let the gods decide on this candidate."

After speaking, he raised his hand and threw the flower, which flew in the air for half a second and hit Daisu on the head.

Daisu took down the flower dully, put it in her palm and stared at it for a long time.

"It's you, Daisu."

It's you, Daisu.

It's you……

With her heart beating wildly, Dai Su shook her head suddenly, shaking off the memory of that day in her mind in a panic.

The surrounding temperature has risen, and her hand holding the torch is already feeling sore.

Standing in the square in the center of the mainland, surrounded by the pile of wood that was about to burn, she still felt unwilling to believe how the experiences of the past few days could be real.

"Burn him, burn him!" the people shouted.

The adults sitting on the high platform showed merciful smiles, and the bishop personally came to preside over the purification.

Every church has to send personnel to participate in and execute it. All the white and holy robes are mixed together, and the scene is extremely spectacular.

Daisu's mouth was tightly closed. She stood in the crowd and took a big breath, but she still felt as if she was suffocated.

The air here is so foul, she even wants to throw up.

"Burn him!" people started screaming.

Just because the main character appeared.

Son of God Moen, who was once in the same church as her, described being tied to the wood pile in embarrassment.

There were some mottled bloodstains on his exposed skin, and his clothes were covered with dust and grass clippings.

His arms were tied behind his back, and a thick rope was hung around his neck, and traces of purple red could be seen under the rope.

His eyes were still bright, and his expression was restless.

The lips were already chapped, but they were still opening and closing to say something.

It was too far away, and Daisu couldn't hear anything clearly, but she heard the people in the front row insulting Moen.

They said that Moen practiced sorcery, sowed the seeds of plague among the birds, and killed the noble priests, as well as many ordinary people.

They said that Moen, the devil, has reached this point, still preaching disrespectful remarks against the gods, and still offending the authority of the Holy See.

The people frantically threw the torches without waiting for the bishop's order, and the wood caught the spark and blazed up with lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, the people on the pile of wood had been buried by the flames.

The torch in Daisu's hand fell to the ground, and she covered her face in pain, not wanting to look at that scene again.

The people around stomped on the flames she dropped and pushed her shoulders to let her out.

Daisu was pushed and pushed by people one after another until she fell to the ground outside the crowd.

A great sadness welled up in her heart, she sobbed deliriously, she had known the darkness of the Holy See for a long time, she was so clear, but a living person who was once by her side was given an unwarranted name She still couldn't accept it.

I don't know how long it took, only to hear the roar of thunder, Daisu let herself howl and hide in it.

Will the rain douse the fire?

Can an innocent soul be rehabilitated?

Daisu didn't know the answer.

By the time she felt the rain wet her body, the angry shouts of the people had stopped at some point.

She didn't raise her head buried in her arms, but just opened her eyes and looked at the "rainwater" flowing below her, gradually losing the strength to cry.

The black sticky rain, the rain that fell on this land briefly a few days ago, once again swept across the continent continuously.

Daisu felt cold all over, she stretched out her hand to touch the rain, but the seemingly solid rain disappeared the moment her fingertips touched it.

But when she raised her head, she saw many people surrounded by black rain.

The rain turned into entities and strangled those necks, so they could no longer make a sound.

Daisu trembled all over her body, but she couldn't move her eyes away. She watched the black rain ignited like fuel, and burned the people wrapped in them wantonly, even the adults of the Holy See on the high platform were not spared. , and even the flames on them are even worse.

Every drop of black rain that fell from the sky became a torch that fueled the fire, making the fire intensify.

Such a strange and miserable scene, but Daisu couldn't hear a single scream or cry of pain.

Panting for breath, she crawled back, her tears dried up, she thought she was running away from the flames, but the flames never entangled her body from the very beginning.

Has Moen been burned to ashes?

Daisu just thought of this possibility, and immediately felt unable to breathe, and her eyes began to sting.

She lay on the ground in a panic, and looked up in the dark rain, and there were some burnt wood remains on the pile of wood that had been built...

There is one more person.

One holding a charred bone, man.

Daisu was stunned, panting heavily, she crawled back involuntarily, with only one voice in her mind: Is this the beginning of another disaster?

The people on the pile of wood turned around expressionlessly, Daisu just glanced at her, and then stopped in embarrassment.

She fell where she was.

There was no more sound at the scene.

The sky was shrouded in thick rain, and the sea of ​​fire spread on the earth.

Everything returns to darkness.

The author has something to say: Don’t be too scared, this article is really not abusive!There is no 40-meter broadsword!

The second world may be the most abused (although I don’t think it’s abused, but people often call ORZ abused in the comment area)

Because this stage is the restraint before the blackening of the gods. If you have restraint, you can't help yourself. After the blackening, of course you can do whatever you want.

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