Long-lost daylight reappears.

The warm sunlight adorns the river like bits of gold, the flowers are clustered like clouds, and the morning mist haunts the forest.

The dark and dangerous world returned to peace in an instant.

In the church, Amelia sat with her head bowed down under the idol emitting the holy light, dumbfounded.

And the God of Light, the God of Light who was accidentally killed by her and Alfonso's joint efforts, just looked at her with his eyes cold, and his expression was obscure.

how come?

how is this possible?

Behind him, there were many people crying and crying in ecstasy, and they were still clearly heard tens of meters apart.

The presiding judge closest to her was already paralyzed, shivering and curled up into a ball, confessing his faults.

The god did not look at him.

His eyes have been chasing the saint sitting quietly, lingering on her beautiful cheeks, seeming to observe her expression.

Amelia knew she had to respond.

A fanatical and devout believer should respond when facing a god.

So the god saw the saint’s eyes blinking, and the big teardrops rolled down one after another, quickly connecting into a string of beads.

Unlike other people crying and roaring, she has to vent her inner joy. She cried silently and embarrassed, but her eyes were smiling, with a moving light, and the joy was restrained and overwhelming. .

Anyone can see her joy in the resurrection of the God of Light.

Of course the gods can also be seen.

He didn't like but was angry, his face suddenly turned horror, and his golden eyes coldly swept over the presiding judge who was lying on the ground shaking in a ball, and breathed out at him.

Listening to the scream of the presiding judge, Amelia was sure that it was indeed a god in front of her.There are not many human beings who can defeat the presiding judge, and even fewer can easily defeat him.Most importantly, she saw some familiar liquids.

Red with gold, sticking to the corner of the god's robe.

This is God's blood.

Amelia can recognize it.

So the question is, it is known that there are only two gods in the world. One fell in front of her and died thoroughly. Then who is the god in front of her, needn't say more?

——Alfonso, the dark god who left without saying goodbye.

What is he doing?

Amelia dumbfounded a question mark, disguised as the god of light, can he get any pleasure?

Alfonso didn't quite understand what he could get.He just suddenly had an idea. If he landed as the God of Light, first brought hope, then destroyed it, and told the saint that God of Light had her contribution to her death, would she collapse?

He really wanted to see the face of the saint at that time.

So He did this, resisting the nausea and turning into a god of light, calling back the sun and returning to the ground, which was easy for him and didn't take much effort.

Everything went smoothly, only the tears of the saint made him uncomfortable.

Very well, the more loyal she is to the God of Light, the more she will collapse when she learns the truth.Alfonso thought this way, but his mood became more and more unhappy, and the smiling face of the god of light was also a bit gloomy and solemn by him.

The presiding judge who was terribly scared choked, shivering even more in fear.The presiding judge was afraid and doubtful in his heart, and the Dark God Sect had assured him that the God of Light had already fallen. Why, why...

All liars!

The presiding judge brought a tearful dog.

The death was more tragic, and it was Amelia who was'experienced in a hundred battles' and didn't dare to take a closer look.

Alfonso became more terrible.

No, maybe he shouldn't be called Alfonso anymore, but the Dark God.At the moment he restored his memory, the dark elf who was so cruel and soft-hearted no longer existed.

He is just a god now, a cold and ruthless god who stands above him.

Amelia's mind was tangled up in a mess, her heart was a little bit sour, and she was a little sad, she took a deep breath, suppressed all these complicated emotions, and lowered her head respectfully.

No matter what he wants to do, she only needs to be a dutiful and pious saint.

Anyway, as a fragile and small human, she is not qualified to resist the decision of the gods.The weak can only be ruled by others, and only the strong can control their own destiny.

The air-conditioning above was heavier, and with the freezing killing pressure, Amelia shivered.The murderous aura left suddenly, turned around her, and turned aside.

The false light of the gods shook, not knowing what they were doing.

Amelia didn't look up, only heard the sound of Xisuo Suo suddenly coming from her side.She looked sideways, her breathing stagnated.

I saw Debra got up with a dazed expression, her eyes still had the fear before she died, but the wound on her chest began to heal, her breathing was smooth, her complexion was ruddy, she didn't look like a dead person at all.

And under the crown of the pope, who had been dead for several days, even the corpse spots had grown out. He was pulling out the long sword pierced into his chest, patted the dust on his body and stood up.

Amelia: ...re-emerged?

The saint's eyes were horrified, and her eyes opened wide, like a frightened kitten.

The false light god looked at it for a moment and snorted unclearly.

...

The lifeless god of light resembles a haystack stained with Mars. With the advent of the gods, everyone has a beaming smile, and even the bushes on the roadside bring comfort.

Since the advent of the gods, he has not only punished the arrogant betrayers, but also resurrected the pope's crown. The presiding judge faction has been swept away, and the control of the army has returned to the pope's hands, and power has soared for a time, like the sky.

Especially the chief saint Amelia, she is now a legendary figure in the minds of all believers.

First, she single-handedly shattered the presiding judge's conspiracy, daring not to fear power, and daring to fight against evil forces. Later, she received a response from the gods and personally came to her.

Come personally!

The envied eyes of many believers are red.

I heard that the gods were very satisfied with her, specially recruited to serve by her side, received all the favors, and gathered thousands of gods in one body. He is simply the happiest and lucky person in the world.

The chicken cub squatted in the grass with red eyes.

who is it?Who dared to impersonate Him?

It must be the god of darkness!!

The God of Light couldn't help but breathe fragrance. Since its birth, light and darkness have pitted against each other, from turf to believer, from strength to faith, and now they have to fight for the saint!!

The hatred of the saint is not shared.

The chicken cub jumped up decisively, fluttering its small wings and tracing an arc in the air, landing exactly in the arms of Amelia who had just left the house.

"Chirp chirp." The chicken cub's eyes widened and tears filled his eyelashes, and he wanted to cry.

——I want to go too, take me away.

Amelia easily saw this in her eyes.She hesitated for a moment, but after all, she couldn't match the tears that the chicken cub slowly shed, so she grabbed a purse and put it in.

"Don't make any noise, honestly." Amelia warned, and she was satisfied with the sight of the chicken cub nodding her head honestly.

Eh?Why is this so familiar?

After setting up the chicken cubs, Amelia came to a very luxurious palace.

This is a palace specially arranged for the gods under the crown of the Pope. The decoration materials are the best. He also grabbed her hand and said in a tone of life and death: "Ami, my god only sees you, you must be good Serve my god well, leave it to you."

Then he patted her on the shoulder very hard.

Amelia: "..."

Take care of the fart, can she give poison?

Amelia pouted her lips and pushed open the palace door. There was no one inside. The false-light god didn't know where he was going, and she hadn't been seen for a few days.

Seeing no better, save trouble.

In fact, Amelia had some guesses about the purpose of the dark god pretending to be the light god, especially after Alfonso only saw her and other people ignored her behavior, she was even more sure.

It’s nothing more than the “Thirty Years in the East of the Hexi, 30 Years in the Hexi, Don’t Bully the Younger Poor”. She was bullied by her when she was in trouble. She came to revenge after recovering her memory. Letting her serve is just the beginning.

Thinking about this, Amelia didn’t rush to do anything. Instead, she found a comfortable lounge chair to lie down and grabbed grapes one by one to eat. This was a tribute specially found by the gods to give to the gods. Big and round, full of juice.

The reclining chair under him was also made of soft cloud-like cloth, and when he lay down, the whole person seemed to be caught in a white cloud, and the spices in the corner burned with mist.

"Huh..." Amelia yelled comfortably, and almost fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Alas, I can't fight anyway, it's useless to resist, so I just see the trick.The Dark God never killed her, there was always some reason, she could survive as long as she kept amplifying the reason.

It is not difficult for her. Any child who survives at the bottom of society has such an eye.

It's just that Amelia sometimes wonders, why God is born to be God and should step on top of all living beings, while human beings are born below the gods and can only be their loyal and submissive stag?Even do everything possible to get a chance to survive under their hands?

Why can humans... not become gods?

This thought kept lingering in Amelia's heart. She tossed and turned at night, couldn't sleep for a long time, and moved deliberately but did not dare to act rashly.

Wait and see.She warned herself like this, but the raging flames kept rising, burning her heart, making her extremely anxious and painful every time she bent her knees.

The saint closed her eyes and twisted her thin willow eyebrows into a line. There seemed to be something worrying about her. She even forgot to eat the grapes in her hand, and loosely tucked it between her fingers.

The Dark God saw this scene when he came in.

His sharp eyebrows were pressed tightly, and his voice chilled: "You will enjoy it."

Amelia had already heard his footsteps, turned over sharply and knelt on the ground.She didn't speak aloud, it seemed that in front of him, she had always been silent and cautious, unlike the saint who had spoken and neatly before.

The Dark God looked at her so angry.

In front of Him, he scolded people, never forgave people, and was so gentle and gentle in front of the God of Guangming. It was really a good dog for the old thief of Guangming.

When the Dark God got angry, he didn't intend to make others feel better. He laughed and said, "The saint named Debra will be sent to the border tomorrow."

Severely injured and sent to a dangerous place, saint, what kind of expression will you show when facing a companion who has returned from the dead and faced such an encounter?

Amelia was silent.

The Dark God carefully observed the saint's expression, with inquiries and curiosity, as if to pierce her heart straight, but his eyes suddenly passed the purse draped around her waist.

A familiar purse.

The dark god's eyes were lost for a moment, seeing the bag, those familiar pictures appeared in his mind.The girl's warm body temperature and the sound of heartbeat, each time it smoked him with a dizzy stench, and... and the white fingers that touched his ears and side face.

The soft touch seemed to remain on the skin, and the sharp ears trembled and blushed.

But this dazzling of the gods was only a moment, and the dark god's eyes quickly turned cold, and the eyes of the saint looked deep, which seemed to be longer than the bottomless night.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was like a pool of stagnant water, silent and viscous.

"Tweet." A tender and crisp chick suddenly sounded.

The blood-red pupils shrank, fixedly looking in the direction of the sound.

The money bag opened a small mouth, and the soft white and smooth chick stuck out its head and nuzzled the saint lovingly.

Amelia was taken aback for a moment. She pressed her head with her backhand, tied the bag tightly, tucked it into her pocket like a treasure, and looked at him with extreme caution.

That is his thing.

It is the nest where He once inhabited.

The saint gave it to others,

The boundless anger suddenly struck the dark god's mind. His eyes were red with blood dripping, his slender fingers were clenched, and his sharp nails pierced his palms, dripping with blood.

The magnificent and turbulent murderous aura overflowed and stabs the hateful thief who occupied the nest!

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