Chapter 2419

In the ancient fortress cage of the distant northern territory.

Zefeiluosi withdrew his projection power's divine sense, irritably pacing in the narrow cage.

The crossing crow's path is blocked……Who else can I turn to?

Who else is around Samuel, foolish enough to be easily controlled?

He must go through Samuel, destroy Jin Chen again, and become a god once more.

This is, a face floats up in his mind.

Zefeiluosi flashed a faint light, gathering the remaining divine power through the strength in his heart once more, sending the last shred of hope deep into the Holy City Curia.

Inside Blanche's prayer chamber.

He knelt on the cold ground, repeatedly calling out in vain to the idol, unwilling to be abandoned by the gods like this.

Suddenly, that familiar yet weak force of faith appeared again, like withered wood meeting spring.

"Father God?!"

Blanche shot up his head, disbelieving yet full of expectation, "Father God! Is it you? You finally responded to me!"

The mirror surface again rippled with soft golden light, Zefeiluosi's voice echoed in Blanche's mind, the content exactly the same as what he said to the crossing crow.

It merely made more blatant use of Blanche's jealousy and hatred toward Samuel.

"……Samuel is nothing but a demon's pampered pet, a clueless little pitiful worm……Go, Blanche, tear open the ugly truth before everyone, and let Samuel feel heart‑wrenching pain."

Blanche heard the shocking secret, his expression turning to astonishment.

So that's how it is! So that's how it is!

Samuel that bastard, he's not at all a god's favored one!

But it's Blanche who holds the truth, the one who will deliver a fatal blow to Samuel!

Thinking of Samuel's possible devastated, desperate, faith‑collapsed painful expression upon learning the truth, Blanche trembled with excitement all over!

"Father God, I understand! I'm going right now!"

Blanche didn't even bother to tidy his appearance, stumbling out of the prayer chamber, rushing straight to Samuel's residence.

Samuel had just returned to the Curia, about to take a brief rest, when the door was shoved open forcefully.

He looked over in surprise, thinking who could be so rude.

It turned out to be Blanche.

Samuel frowned, "Blanche, what's the matter?"

Blanche rushed in, followed by several startled and clueless Holy Temple attendants behind him.

"Samuel!"

Blanche bellowed at everyone inside and outside the room who could hear.

"Your Father God is a false god, he is the embodiment of darkness, a god‑slaying demon Jin Chen, certainly not the Light God you believe in! You deceived, deluded fool!"

He shouted until his voice went hoarse, veins bulging on his face, hoping to see Samuel's face turn pale and the crowd erupt in an uproar.

However, no one gave them a response.

Saimuer still looked at them doubtfully, "Bulanwen? What are you trying to say?"

The attendants beside the Holy Hall looked at each other, their faces full of bewilderment and incomprehension.

Bulanwen: "???"

They froze, then grew even more angry, almost shouting as they repeated it.

But reaching Saimuer and the attendants' ears, there was only Bulanwen's heavy breathing from agitation.

Bulanwen looked at Saimuer's bewildered expression, looked at the attendants' faces showing genuine bewilderment, and a chill shot up instantly.

Why?! Why can't I say it! It's that dark evil god, definitely they're behind this!

"Ah!" Bulanwen trembled with rage, let out a silent scream, and kicked over the nearby stool hard.

Saimuer looked at Bulanwen's frenzied state, brows slightly furrowed.

They recalled that Father God had casually mentioned that the false god that had once confused Bulanwen had been locked up and could no longer cause trouble.

It seems... Bulanwen was greatly provoked and began to rave.

Father God truly is omnipotent!

Thinking this, Saimuer couldn't be bothered to watch Bulanwen's farce any longer, glanced at the several attendants at a loss, "Bulanwen priest seems to need rest. Please take them down to see a doctor."

Having said that, they no longer paid attention to the raging Bulanwen, walked straight past them, and left the room.

——

A few days later.

An invitation letter from the elf tribe, sent via magical communication, arrived at the Holy Hall.

The letter mentioned that the elf tribe invited the priest most favored by Father God, Saimuer, hoping they could assist in completing the task of returning Father God's relic.

Saimuer, while praying, heard Father God's will, and immediately reported to Bishop Xilier, stating that Father God had issued a divine edict ordering him to lead a team of elite Holy Hall Knights and set out immediately for the elf tribe's territory.

No one would doubt the divine edict conveyed by the god's favored one.

Bishop Xilier immediately agreed and dispatched the strongest squad of Holy Hall Knights to accompany them.

Along the way they ventured into the vast forest, towering ancient trees, vines hanging down.

The Knights had solemn expressions, escorting the carriage forward.

What made them feel immensely honored and even fearful was that the supreme Father God, just as Saimuer priest had said, would from time to time descend a warm, sacred golden pillar of light, enveloping the group above.

Sometimes it dispelled overly dense miasma, sometimes it cleared restless magical beasts; each descent was accompanied by mighty divine light, making the Knights feel supreme glory and protection.

Inside the carriage, Jin Chen leaned lazily against Saimuer, fingertips playing with a strand of their golden hair.

What divine manifestation? Supporting one's wife is the truth.

At this rate, once Saimuer returns they will be able to smoothly inherit the bishopric.

Finally, the convoy reached the elves' territory, the elf mother tree emitting a soft halo like a canopy propping up the sky.

Upon learning that the divine favored one would personally arrive, bringing a portent of the Father God's imminent descent, the Elf King led many high-ranking elves in a respectful welcome beside the mother tree.

Norman stood beside the Elf King, gazing forward with curiosity and anticipation.

Then he saw Samuel slowly stepping down from the carriage.

Norman: "!!!"

Holy white robes, pure golden hair, flawless white pupils, a sacred aura of light……

This is indeed the priest, the divine favored one beloved by the Father God, as described by the Church.

But that face…… he would never mistake it.

How could the Father God's most beloved follower look exactly like that demonic beautiful youth?

A golden pillar of light pierced the dense canopy above the Emerald Forest Speech and descended upon the center of the square.

All the elves, including the Elf King, trembled with excitement and devoutly knelt down.

"Welcome the Father God! Thank you for your grace descending!"

【Wow, what a grand spectacle!】 Ling Gun Gun leapt onto Jin Chen's shoulder, standing taller than him!

Samuel respectfully stepped back half a pace, standing attendantly slightly behind and to the side of Jin Chen, his posture meek and devout.

Jin Chen's gaze swept over the kneeling elves, finally resting on the Elf King and Norman.

Norman instinctively lifted his head, only to have his gaze meet Samuel's glance.

Norman: "..."

That gaze, which frightened the elves, was unmistakably the same person.