Chapter 2403: The Love of the Evil God's Faith 08

Ze Fei Luo Si blankly looked at Samuel in the mirror; that peerless visage made him lose himself for a moment, then he grew even more confused.

I-I don't feel his faith's prayer.

As the Light God, receiving the faith power of the continent's believers is only natural, yet just now he truly did not feel the call from the beautiful blond youth.

Jin Chen heard this, froze for a moment, then understood.

Oh, right, Samuel ate his petals; the one whose faith is involved is himself, so Ze Fei Luo Si naturally feels nothing.

Ze Fei Luo Si, however, seemed to suddenly sense something, and reminded Jin Chen, 'This handsome beautiful youth is my follower; he can come to the temple to serve me at any time.'

Jin Chen: '……'

【Slay the Demon, Exterminate the Heart.】 Ling Gun Gun sighed.

His blood-red eyes narrowed dangerously as he glared at Ze Fei Luo Si on the throne, 'I'll use you to remind?'

The terrifying aura surged like a substantive black tide, crashing toward the throne.

Ze Fei Luo Si's expression changed slightly; the light throne beneath him blazed brightly, attempting to resist.

But soon, his heart suddenly sank.

Jin Chen's divine power far exceeded his expectations, far too massive—how could this be?

He is the Light God, sitting on the faith prayers of hundreds of millions of believers across the continent, while Jin Chen, as the forgotten Dark Evil God, should have long since exhausted his source of power.

Jin Chen likewise examined Ze Fei Luo Si, as if looking into a distorted mirror.

He pondered whether to kill the god right now.

But when this thought arose, a feeling in his heart tried to stop it, indescribable, yet Jin Chen has always trusted his intuition.

Jin Chen ultimately didn't act, tilting his head to warn, 'Listen, you are not allowed to do anything to Samuel, nothing at all.'

Also, take charge of your church and the chaotic continent.

He raised his hand, fingertips pointing from afar at Ze Fei Luo Si's brow, speaking each word with a pause.

'Otherwise, I will become the Light God, and you will be deposed.'

As his words fell, Jin Chen's silhouette, like shattered shadow, vanished instantly.

Ze Fei Luo Si sat stiffly on the throne, motionless for a long time.

The divine attendant youths continued to tremble, hiding behind.

His golden pupils contracted sharply, his gaze involuntarily turning again to the light mirror.

In the mirror, Samuel bathed in brilliant divine light— … it was the Light God's power granted by Jin Chen.

Ze Fei Luo Si's sense of crisis spread; he slowly raised his hand to rest on his heart, eyes slightly narrowed.

——

After Samuel and Bu Lan Wen bestowed blessings, they prayed for the believers on the lawn.

Samuel's gaze lifted slightly, seemingly casually sweeping over the conversing guests, finally locking onto a stout noble with a thick beard.

Baron Henry raised a carved crystal cup, laughing loudly with his companions, his chubby cheeks gleaming with oil from the drink.

He seemed to feel the gaze from above, startled and honored, he lifted his head to meet the holy gaze of Priest Samuel, immediately forcing a fawning smile and awkwardly bowing.

Samuel's lips curved into a perfect arc, he slightly nodded in response.

Just then, a sudden disturbance broke the courtyard's harmony.

A ragged, emaciated boy, ignoring the attendants' obstruction, stumbled in.

His face smeared with grime, eyes burning with desperate fire, he charged straight toward Baron Henry.

"Henry! You demon!" Though still a young boy, he now accused Henry, his hoarse voice carrying a blood‑tearing accusation: "My sister is still so young, you… you… violated her, leaving not even her bones!"

The boy lunged at Henry's feet, trying to grab his ornate pant leg, struggling to take revenge.

The nobles' faces showed indifference, disgust, or utter disinterest.

They were used to such scenes, but today the Light Priest was still present, and even Henry didn't know what to do.

Henry's smile froze on his face, his flesh trembling, revealing some embarrassment and anger.

He instinctively glanced at the two priests who had just displayed divine might, his gaze pleading for help.

Bu Lan Wen, already feeling stifled in his heart, heard Henry say the boy came from the exiled frontier city, a half‑beast human child, and instantly felt disgust.

He lifted his priestly airs: 'Lost lamb, the Father God above, His mercy will pardon your ignorance and offense. This is the Crown Prince's celebration; it's no place for you. Step back.'

The boy lifted his head in despair, the last light in his eyes nearly extinguished.

"Wait."

A clear, calm voice sounded.

Samuel rose, looking at the kneeling youth in the courtyard's center.

Those desperate eyes made Samuel seem to see himself once struggling in the mire, unnoticed by anyone.

His slender fingers quietly clenched within the wide sleeves of his holy robe.

Samuel asked, 'Have you ever committed sin?'

The boy shuddered, as if grasping a lifeline, sobbing, his forehead heavily striking the cold stone tiles.

"No! My lord priest! My family has been pure for generations, never done evil, only… only because my grandmother is a half‑beast, we are blameless… we only ask for justice."

Samuel's gaze turned to Prince Li Ang.

The prince, immersed in the joy of the deity's chosen heir, upon seeing Samuel, this divinely favored one, personally inquiring, immediately said: 'The Father God bears witness; those wronged deserve the truth. Take this boy down and investigate personally.'

He waved his hand; two shining‑armored guards stepped forward, gently supporting the nearly collapsed boy.

Baron Henry's face instantly turned ashen, his lips twitching a few times; he dared not act out in front of the prince and the divinely favored one, only able to glare hatefully at the boy's back.

Bu Lan Wen hurried to Samuel's side, lowering his voice with incomprehension and reproach: 'Samuel, they are people of the frontier city, even bearing the lowly blood of half‑beasts.'

"They don't even worship the Father God; why bother…"

He could not understand why Samuel would stand up for a lowly commoner, especially after Samuel had just stolen his spotlight.

Samuel slowly lowered his eyelids, long lashes covering the emotions in his eyes, "He did nothing wrong, he suffered injustice, he should not have died."

Upon hearing this, the bishop silently nodded; although he did not intervene in the two adopted sons' choice, he had already formed a judgment in his heart.

Not long after, a maid respectfully stepped forward: "Two priests, please follow me to a more secluded resting room to rest."

Samuel nodded and walked toward a secluded corridor outside the resting room.

At the end of the corridor was a semicircular viewing window with excellent visibility, able to take in the lawn below and part of the courtyard scenery at a glance.

Of course, the people on the lawn could also see him.

Samuel chose this spot, sitting quietly on the windowsill.

Coincidentally, opposite the windowsill was an inlaid silver-framed mirror.

In the mirror, his profile was clearly reflected.

Samuel slightly turned his head, silently gazing at Henry heading toward the resting room.

He raised his hand, making a blessing gesture toward Henry's back.

At the same time, deep within the pure white pupils in the mirror, a hint of blood-red appeared.

The scene in the mirror eerily rippled for a moment.

In the mirror, two Samuels appeared simultaneously.

One was an immaculate golden-haired priest, seated upright on the windowsill.

The other had black hair like night, blood-red pupils, an eerie abyss.

The abyss's incarnate shadow opened its eyes, looked toward Samuel outside the mirror, then instantly turned into a glossy-winged crow, silently merging into the bright sunlight outside the window, and flew swiftly toward Baron Henry's resting room.

On the windowsill, Samuel's true eyes instantly lost focus, becoming empty and tranquil, like the most exquisite glass figurine, motionless.

His consciousness had fully attached to the incarnation.

Jin Chen, hidden in the corridor shadows about to appear, witnessed this astonishing incarnation's departure, transformation into a crow and flight, raising his eyebrows curiously.

Jin Chen chose to follow the incarnation over to see what Samuel would do.