After the death of the people, the crematorium is full [Quick Transmigration]

Of course Lin Xiaodong didn't want to die.

He is [-]%, no, more than [-]% sure that the evil god will appear when he is "judged" by the church.

If he didn't show up, he has already collected five good person cards, and the task in this world is considered complete.As for the punishment mission in the last world... Tsk, I don't have to worry about debts anyway, let's talk about it at that time.

System: Is it so casual?

"Otherwise," Lin Xiaodong said, "There is no better way now, I would like to be gentle and gradual, but unfortunately I can't even find the shadow of the evil god."

He got angry when he mentioned this, he was a god after all, but he didn't say hello, just hid in the abyss and hid him for several years!

Lin Xiaodong stayed alone in the empty room, lonely and cold. When he was the most annoyed, he thought about whether he should learn from those bishops and recruit two young and strong boys to warm the bed.

But in the end, he considered that although doing so would indeed defraud the corpse of the evil spirit, those young men would probably die. In the spirit of not implicating the innocent, Lin Xiaodong could only regret it.

He packed several large boxes of items in the house, and he couldn't take them away anyway, leaving all the ancient books and treasures to Maria and the others.Lin Xiaodong caressed the "Dark Canon", which he wore a religious cover, which had been modified to look more like Marxism-Leninism in recent years, and he put it on the top of the box with some reluctance.

Accompanied by the sound of "click" locking, the white-haired young man closed the door.

Empty-handed, he left his room calmly.

Passing through the corridor, the young man came to the tall stone statue of the evil god, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the cold face of the god with his fingertips, and took another step forward, placing his head on the stone statue's chest.

Behind him, the pitch-black wings slowly unfolded and closed again, and he surrounded the statue of the god like a close embrace.

Mary, who was determined to stop the Holy Son from going to the church, stood at the door of the church. Seeing this scene, the girl clenched her fists and stopped.

In the eyes of everyone, the Holy Son is always gentle and smiling. He will reach out to all people in desperate situations, and he is the most admired object of all people in the Dark Temple.

As long as he stands there, he is synonymous with hope and invincibility.

But it wasn't until now that Maria discovered that His Royal Highness the Son was also vulnerable.

The Holy Son in front of the gods is like a newborn child, full of deep attachment and longing.All of them regarded the Holy Son as their faith, so they didn't want him to leave, but it seemed that they never considered Lin Xiaodong's own feelings.

"Your Highness," she stepped forward lightly, and asked softly, "Can you...can you tell me about the past with Lord Cthulhu?"

The white-haired young man seemed to have woken up from his memories, and when he looked back at Maria standing there, he smiled awkwardly and quickly retracted his wings.

"There's really nothing to talk about," he replied. "Sometimes, I don't even think he is a god. We get along very naturally, and we basically agree on many things, like..."

Although he didn't say it, Maria understood that the word hidden under the smile was "lover".

She was a little shocked, and felt that this was a matter of course - apart from His Royal Highness, who else could be worthy of God?

Of course, the reverse is also true.

"That's why you are so persistent in wanting to find him, isn't it?" Maria said sadly, she no longer intended to stop Lin Xiaodong, but she still couldn't help feeling worthless for him, "But the evil god has never I have answered your call, why is that?"

The white-haired young man smiled and didn't mind her offense: "This is the truth I want to find, Maria."

He walked up to the girl, wiped away the tears on her cheeks, bent down, and gave her a gentle hug.

"Goodbye, my child."

A warm kiss fell on the girl's forehead. Maria finally couldn't help it. The dagger covered in anesthetics hidden in her sleeve fell to the ground. She knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, covering her cheeks.

"Sage, Your Highness Son, I'm sorry...I really..."

Lin Xiaodong looked at the dagger with an ominous color, and unconsciously felt a chill on his back.

"Maybe I shouldn't have taught her so much chemistry," he said with lingering fear, "I was almost knocked down."

After a few years, he almost forgot that the soft-spoken girl in front of him was a warrior who still fought to the death against ferocious wild dogs in the iron cage.

The young man stood there, hesitating for a moment, as if he wanted to go over to comfort him, but was blocked by an arm extending from the right.

The black-haired man shook his head at him, and said in a deep voice, "I'll take care of it, Your Highness."

"...Don't be too strict." Lin Xiaodong could only say so.

Ike nodded: "Don't worry." He walked over, picked up the dagger, squatted on the ground, handed it back to Maria who was still crying, and whispered: "Your Highness doesn't care about your Sin, say goodbye to him."

Maria shook her head desperately, but in desperation, Ike could only look up at Lin Xiaodong: "Your Highness, I'm sorry."

Just as Lin Xiaodong was about to say it was okay, he heard footsteps coming from the door of the church.He turned his head and looked, only to find that almost all the people living in the Dark Temple had flocked here. They looked at the crying Maria and Ike beside her, and at the white-haired young man who had spread his wings, as if After understanding something, they knelt down on the ground one after another, in pieces.

No one spoke, only faint sobbing came from the crowd.

"What are you doing?" Lin Xiaodong sighed.

"I won't die," he had no choice but to make up a lie in order to comfort the believers, "Do you know a divine bird called Phoenix in the east? It will be reborn in the flames, I I am a demigod, and mortals can only burn my body with flames, but there is no way to burn my soul. I just want to accompany the gods, not suicide."

"Really?" Maria looked at him with teary eyes and asked stubbornly.

"Really." The white-haired young man said gently.

"So, don't be sad, I will always watch you."

He spread his wings, and the feathers that covered the sky and the sun fell like rain, and the young man's toes gradually hung in the air. He rose to the window of the church, against the light, and took a last look at the crowd below.

"His Royal Highness Son! Take me with you too!"

Maria couldn't help but wanted to run towards him, but was hugged tightly by Ike. She could only watch him disappear from her vision and collapsed powerlessly on the ground.

In front of the Bright Church.

The new pope, who had reached an agreement with Lin Xiaodong through a secret letter, stood on the square, looking at the white dove hovering in mid-air, a little absent-minded.

Although he succeeded in assuming the position, the power in the hands of the old pope was not completely transferred to him. As a result, although the new pope has the support of the big chamber of commerce, the current situation in the church is still a bit embarrassing.

Seemingly seeing through this point, just two days ago, he received a letter from the Holy Son before the church.After reading the contents of the letter, the Pope couldn't believe his eyes—there is such a good thing in the world?

As for the conditions Lin Xiaodong asked for, such as the abolition of slavery and the removal of the arrest warrants of the Knights of Ike are very simple, although the Pope felt a little unclear about allowing private publishing of books, and after thinking about it for most of the night, he still couldn’t understand what it meant for Lin Xiaodong. There are no benefits for me, but most of them are still in line with the core interests of their group.

So, after making up his mind, he immediately repaired the book and sent it back to Lin Xiaodong, agreeing to the other party's conditions.

And soon, it will be the time they agreed on.

Just as the Pope was thinking about it, suddenly, the originally dazzling sunlight above his head was blocked, and a gust of wind howled in the flat ground.

He raised his head subconsciously, but what he saw was not the endless blue sky as he imagined, but a pair of huge wings that covered the sky and were as black as ink.

Amidst the exclamations of the servants behind him, the pope had to cover his eyes with his arms to prevent the wind and sand from entering his eyes.

When the gust of wind gradually subsided, he opened his eyes again, and saw a slender, white-haired young man standing in front of him with a calm expression.

The Holy Son's once snow-white complexion has been completely soaked in the darkness, and the golden tattoos are shining brightly in the sun. He is wearing a white loose robe and a pale gold belt around his waist.

As stated in the letter, there is no intention of attacking church members.

He came to the headquarters of the church alone.

The Pope and him looked at each other, then turned cold, and shouted at the knights who were facing an enemy behind them: "Take this sinner for me!"

The knights shouted and surrounded the Holy Son with guns, but they dared not attack him.

The white-haired young man smiled, looked at the Pope in front of him, and seemed to say, "This is not my problem."

The Pope bit his lower lip angrily, raised his hand and threw a big light spell over.Lin Xiaodong's body swayed slightly, and finally an opening appeared, and when the first bold knight charged forward, he was pressed down to the ground by densely packed gun barrels.

"Holy Son Lynn," the pope took a long breath. From the corner of his eye, he saw the old pope who was being supported by a servant of God and rushed to him. He probably raised his voice and announced loudly, "You betrayed the church, you betrayed the God of Light. , the crime is unforgivable! Tell the believers all over the world, next, I will personally hold a purification ceremony here and activate the holy fire of light!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored the astonished eyes of the people around him, and used magic to create a huge cross on the spot, and nailed the arms of the Son of God, together with the fallen wings behind him, to it.

Blood continued to flow down the wound, and the white-haired Son on the cross hung his head, but he didn't cry out as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

The nobles who received the news came to the square from the eastern part of the capital. They stood on the cross chattering, either excitedly or looking at the Holy Son who was crucified on the cross and awaiting trial. It's a joy to get revenge.

But they didn't realize that most of the people around them were companions who had participated in watching the "cockfight" competition together, and almost all the nobles and leaders of the big chamber of commerce who supported the new Pope were not present.

The servants of the gods brought buckets of fresh milk, scooped it up with a ladle, and poured it on the Holy Son on the cross.Blood mixed with milky white liquid snaked down the cross, like blood flowers blooming on top of the white snow.

"What is this doing?" A little nobleman asked in confusion.

"I don't know," the prince sitting in front of him looked back at him contemptuously, but because he was in a good mood today, he condescended to explain, "This is the oldest ceremony in the church, and it is said that it is soaked in milk The body of a sinner is then burned with a bright holy fire, which can purify his sins and let his soul fall into the endless abyss, and he cannot be reborn forever."

"So it is!" The little noble suddenly realized.

Other nobles also praised this approach one after another. During the years when the Angels of Vengeance frequently appeared, let alone holding any banquets, the nobles of the capital almost had trouble sleeping at night.Now that they knew the culprit, they hated the Holy Son Lynn even more - not to mention burning it with fire, it would be better to cut them into pieces to relieve their hatred!

"The torch is here!"

A young girl carefully walked out of the church holding a yellow ball of light made of magic.

Just as the Pope was about to take it, he heard an old and hoarse voice from beside him: "You are still too young, so leave this kind of thing to me. After all, it is an ancient purification ceremony. Who knows what the risk is?"

He paused, looked at the old Pope who was walking over with the scepter and was supported by a servant, and unconsciously narrowed his eyes.

"What you said makes sense," he suddenly smiled, and really gave up the torch. "After all, I'm still young. You should invite me for such an important ceremony."

The old Pope was slightly taken aback, probably because he didn't expect him to agree so readily.

But in the face of the great honor of being able to punish traitors and leave a name in the thousand-year history of the church, he didn't have time to think too much. After a few perfunctory compliments to the Pope, he couldn't wait to take the torch.

"Lyn, Lynn, have you thought about today?"

Trembling, he came to the foot of the cross, looked at the white-haired Son with closed eyes above him, and shook his head in regret.

"The earth is bright, and the filth is gone..."

The old pope lit the end of the cross with the holy fire, stepped back half a step, threw off the support of the servant, raised his hands excitedly, and chanted loudly.His expression was crazy, his eyes were fiery, looking at the young man who was gradually engulfed by bright flames in front of him, the arc of his mouth became wider and wider.

"...Come back, come back, come back!"

Accompanied by the cheers from all directions, the white-haired Son raised his head under the strong bright atmosphere and was breathing rapidly. He glanced at the sky for the last time and murmured hoarsely:

"My God..."

In the next second, the bright holy flame that illuminated half of the sky of the royal capital was instantly extinguished by the darkness from the abyss. A powerful arm tightly embraced the flame-burned body of the Holy Son, and the furious evil god raised his hand and ignited. The ghostly fire that burned the sky swept across the entire square in an instant.

The old pope and those cheering nobles were completely burned to ashes before they could even utter a scream.

Only the pope and others who had been reminded before and hid in the church early escaped with the light barrier, but because this magic barrier is closely related to the magic power of every pope, the new pope who was severely injured also spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot. Palely fell to the ground.

But despite the exclamation of the people around him, he still struggled to get up, looked out the window at the scene of doomsday, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Dragons have inverse scales, which can kill you if you touch them.God... is really angry.

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