Chapter 2429

Jin Chen furrowed his brows, staring at the files with deep hatred, his fingertip sliding over the spread continent map on the table, beside which lay several thick scrolls of prayer wishes.

Holy City reconstruction, faith succession, coordination among all races...

Jin Chen was very annoyed.

He was worrying about a dispute of some border tribe when a sudden loud noise and the sound of shattering objects came from outside the door, interrupting his thoughts.

The sound came from Samuel's side hall.

Jin Chen furrowed his brows, and his figure vanished instantly from the spot.

【My goodness, the Main God is being bullied?!】 Ling Gun Gun, who had just earned two thousand points and was supposed to help with work, had his head buried in the files when he was startled.

The sight before him made Jin Chen's eyes suddenly darken.

The room was in utter disarray.

The thick patterned carpet was torn, its edges curled, the long table overturned on the floor, tabletop facing down, legs askew.

Files, parchment, broken feather pens, overturned ink bottles—scattered messily across the floor, dark ink spreading into large stains.

The air was filled with the smell of ink and blood.

Most striking was Samuel's outer robe strewn on the floor, and… the bright red bloodstains splattered across it.

Jin Chen's heart clenched.

The red-haired, otherworldly spirit priest Lie saw Jin Chen, blocked his path, his eyes even somewhat obsessed.

Father God is more handsome than any man he has ever seen!

"Father God! I am Lie, priest of the Spirit Clan, your most devoted……"

Jin Chen didn't hear him at all, not even glancing his way.

He walked straight past Lie, quickly approached Samuel, bent down, and scooped him up in a horizontal hold.

Samuel naturally buried his face in his neck, his body trembling slightly, the fresh wound on his arm exposed before Jin Chen's eyes.

Although the wound wasn't deep, the bright red bloodstain on his fair skin was especially conspicuous, specked with dust and ink, making him look disheveled and fragile.

Jin Chen's fingertip brushed the wound; a soft golden light flashed, and the flesh healed instantly, leaving only a faint red trace.

He stroked Samuel's somewhat disheveled silver hair, his voice low: 'Was it this person who did it?'

Samuel gave a slight nod in his embrace, said nothing, buried his face deeper, his shoulders trembling faintly.

Silent grievance is the most deadly.

Lie finally found a chance to interject, hastily saying, 'Father God! I am Lie, priest of the Spirit Clan! I am your most devoted follower of the dark side! We……'

Most devoted……

Samuel's eyes, buried in Jin Chen's neck, suddenly narrowed, a cold light flashing and gone.

No one in the whole continent could be more devoted than him; how dare this person spout nonsense.

Intense jealousy surged up.

Samuel shifted further into Jin Chen's embrace; as he moved, the torn, loosely hanging inner garment's collar slipped, revealing a small patch of fair shoulder and neck.

Jin Chen immediately noticed, held him tighter, adjusted the slipped collar, completely shielding that view.

Jin Chen's attention never lingered on Lie for more than a second from start to finish.

After Lie finished speaking, Jin Chen finally lifted his gaze, his eyes falling on that excessively alluring face, and he tilted his head.

"Spirit Clan."

He seemed to have just remembered, his tone trailing off with a hint of realization.

Lie's heart leapt with joy, thinking the god had finally remembered them; his face instantly broke into a smile capable of overturning the world, he stepped forward, about to speak to express his excitement and faith.

But he heard Jin Chen continue calmly, 'Who allowed you to leave the exile lands?'

The smile on Lie's face froze.

Jin Chen's gaze swept over the room's chaos, finally settling on the fading red mark on Samuel's arm, his eyes growing colder.

"Just came out, and you hurt my beloved. Is this what your Spirit Clan calls sincerity?"

Samuel's lips curved in pleasure, unable to resist lightly kissing the skin on Jin Chen's neck.

Norman beside them felt a chill down his back, immensely relieved that he had reined himself in at the cliff's edge earlier, otherwise…… the Elf Clan would surely have been implicated as well.

Scaring the elves.

Lie was completely dazed; the sense of disparity and humiliation of being looked down upon made his blood surge, and he raised his voice in unwilling protest.

"You are a god! How can a god have a beloved?! We…… have already through prayer rituals sought your forgiveness and return……"

Jin Chen directly interrupted him, his tone absurd and mocking: 'You also know I am a god?'

He paused, his gaze like an icy blade: 'Then why should I listen to your wishes? I am a god, not the turtle in your wishing pond.'

"Lie: ……"

Jin Chen raised his hand; the scroll that had just been on the table appeared in his grasp out of thin air, and he threw it to the ground before Lie.

"Take a look yourself, is that reasonable?" Jin Chen's voice devoid of warmth: "You want to leave the exile lands, regain your status as a continent resident, and even establish yourself as an envoy of the dark god?"

He snorted: 'Why don't you just say you want to be the dark god directly?'

Lie, struck by this merciless mockery and the scroll flung at his face, turned deathly pale, his body trembling slightly.

His eye sockets instantly reddened, tears swirling in his eyes, about to fall but not yet; paired with that stunningly beautiful face, it could make anyone feel pity.

But Jin Chen's gaze remained icy, without a ripple.

Lie bit his lower lip, summoning the last of his stubbornness: '……But our clan once had a pact with the Light God! Even if exiled, as long as we fulfill his demands, we can return to this continent! Why doesn't it count with you?'

Jin Chen looked at him as if he were a complete fool, and said flatly: 'That's why Zephyrus was killed by me.'

Immediately, a chilling voice sounded.

"Do you also want to die?"

Lie suddenly felt a chill run through his whole body.

But the pride spoiled by long-term pampering from his clansmen and his own beauty, as well as the distorted desire for the position of Dark God's Envoy, made it impossible for him to stay rational.

Father God must have been bewitched by the human called Sai Miu Er!" Lie thought.

As long as Sai Miu Er isn't here...

As long as we are alone...... Father God will be able to see him in his eyes, and he will surely change his mind.

Lie rushed forward heedlessly, his voice soft and pleading, "Father God……listen to me! I and you alone……"

Mm……

Before his words even finished, Sai Miu Er in Jin Chen's arms suddenly let out a suppressed pained groan, his body trembling.

He instinctively clutched his recently healed arm, as if the wound were still hurting badly.

Jin Chen immediately lowered his head, heart aching as he kissed Sai Miu Er's forehead, his voice softening, "Don't be afraid."

Immediately, he lifted his gaze to Lie, the last shred of patience vanishing completely, leaving only icy annoyance.

"Get lost."

This is the final ultimatum.

Nuoman watched from the side, heart pounding, feeling that this Demon Spirit Clan's priest was simply stupid to the core.

Father God's patience had been exhausted, that gaze……

Nuoman dared not look again, quietly stepping back one step.