"You lost, Your Highness."

Nanting didn't know what the illusion Melville had experienced. Therefore, she held a dagger in her hand and pressed against the blonde saint's throat. Zhanbi's eyes were as quiet as a deep lake.

Melville's lips trembled slightly: "Yes, I lost... I lost completely."

Nanting was stunned.

The eyes of the blond saint, which were as pure as the autumn forest, were filled with deep sorrow.

For the gods... the possibility on the timeline is the reality.

He undoubtedly experienced it himself.

She hugged her neck and murmured in her ears;

She wiped the statue of her and gently stroked the corners of her eyes;

She pursued it day and night, and the cold shell melted;

She was ruthlessly abandoned and walked down from the altar for her...

Melville grabbed Nanting's wrist, gently pushed her away, and slowly stood up.

He sorted out the folds of his white robe and left the stands without looking back.

"You have won." The Pope walked up to the platform with a smile, holding Nanting's wrist, raised it high, "The glory of holding the Holy Staff will be added to you."

There were cheers and doubts in the audience.

"Who of you see clearly what just happened?"

"His Holy Highness has been running out, why did he suddenly change his offensive?"

"So confused, did she cheat? How could someone be the opponent of His Highness the Saint?"

"His Majesty the Pope didn't say there was any problem, you just worry too much."

"She just used the spiritual magic technique, and it seemed to be at a high level..."

Nanting was a little lost.

After hearing the pope announced that it was over, she quickly pushed away the crowd, and the pilgrim's thin and lonely back chased after him.

"Your Highness! You..."

Nanting held Melville's wrist from behind.

Although he also had some concern for the God of Light, Nanting never regretted it.

For her, the God of Darkness is not just a god of faith, but... she wants to save, maintain, and entrust her heart to exist.

And the God of Light is the enemy.

Melville smiled bitterly and turned around in slow motion.

The two of them had already arrived outside the protection of the magic array. The chaotic snow stained the corners of the blonde saint's eyes, and gently melted at the ends of their narrow and bright red eyes, as if they were pure and flawless tears.

"I'm not angry..." He murmured, "I've had a dream about you."

Nanting was slightly stunned: "I'm sorry..."

——She thought that Melville was referring to "charming" things.

The blonde god suddenly held her wrist with his backhand and pulled her through the wind and snow without any doubt: "Come with me."

"I, where are we going?" Nanting struggled to keep up with Melville's pace. She had just finished the battle and had not recovered much.

The vast snow covers the majestic temple, and the pale spire sank in the mist of snow. The breeze blows through the empty sky, pulling the dense snow curtains, weaving a series of blurred and deserted gauze ribbons.

Melville just held Nanting's hand and walked forward in the wind and snow. Her blonde hair was moved by the wind, as if it was the only dazzling color in the dead pale sky.

As she ran, Nanting suddenly felt something was wrong.

Although she had never seen this road, she vaguely felt like she had walked it once!

The end point confirms Nanting's sense of familiarity.

——This is the dungeon where Ethan once locked her.

Melville raised his hand slightly, and the heavy prison door rose in front of the two without even using heavy hinges.

"You..." Nanting opened her eyes wide and stared at the blonde saint in disbelief.

Melville showed a holy and gentle smile.

Nanting suddenly felt something was wrong and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

But the Holy Light had sealed her retreat. Melville gently took Nanting's hand and brought the silver-haired girl who was unable to resist because of her overdrawn strength into the cage.

He slowly removed the ribbon between his hair, grabbed Nanting's shoulder, and pressed her against the wall.

"Um..." Nanting whispered softly by the cold wall, "Your Highness, what are you going to do to me?"

Melville did not answer, but slowly tied Nanting's hands behind her with a ribbon.

"It hurts..." Nanting's tears were about to seep out.

No matter how severe the injury was during the battle, she didn't say anything. But now... why is it so uncomfortable?

The golden ribbon tightly bound the girl's fair and delicate wrists, leaving red marks on her skin easily.

Nanting looked slightly and asked Melville why she did this with her eyes.

But what caught her eye was not the beautiful blonde girl.

The handsome god wearing a white gold robe was hanging down his long and narrow golden eyes and staring at her with compassion.

He was tall, and she could only see the complex and exquisite golden patterns on the collar of his robe.

Melville's Adam's apple rolled dangerously.

"Let's talk."

Nanting retorted: "Tie me up, is this how you talk? - The Crown of the God of Light."

"You know my identity, indeed." Melville smiled faintly, "but I'm not asking for your approval."

Nanting was about to speak, but her cold and slender fingers had already covered her mouth.

The broad and holy embrace came from behind, carrying the cold pine fragrance.

"Um..." She struggled, but was tighterly bound between the gods and the walls of the dungeon because of her movements.

"Just listen to me." Melville lowered his eyes and stared at the girl's side face, "You are from Farnez, aren't you?"

"Well!" Nanting wanted to speak angrily, but He almost put his finger in it.

She quickly shut her mouth, her green eyes became much darker.

"It seems to be." Melville's tone was extremely cold, like the frozen sea of ​​ice in the north. But under the desolate and cold sea surface, there was a turbulent tide.

"...You should be my saint." Melville put his thin lips to Nanting's ear and murmured as if he were away from the ground, "But it's not too late... Tonight, the saint of darkness will die in the dungeon, and the saint of light will be born the next morning with the dawn stars."

Nanting's pupils shrank suddenly and his struggle became more and more intense.

"Are you asking me why?" The God of Light hung down his thick golden eye feathers, and his amber-like eyes were full of gloom. "I hate the darkness of your body. When I think of He once hugged you like this, my heart seemed to be ignited by flames."

"This flame burned me, making me regret not being able to catch you earlier..." The god tore the holy mask apart and laughed wildly, "But it doesn't matter, I will end His long life and dispel all the darkness in the world."

"And you belong only to me." He gently and unquestionably stroked her beautifully lined jaw.

Nanting finally got the opportunity to speak: "My God—He will not allow you to do this."

The golden pupils of the God of Light suddenly shrank. He forced her to turn around, his spine and bound hands pressed against the cold and smooth corners of the wall: "Now, I am your God."

Nanting gave Him a blank look: “…Dream.”

"So what if it's a dream?" The God of Light narrowed his eyes, "What I recognize is the truth."

His tall body leaned forward slightly, and his satin-like blond hair fell on her shoulders. And the bright eyes were as passionate as the sun.

——It is not the pure warm sun, but the afterglow of the burning sunset at sunset.

"The dark aura in your body is really annoying." The God of Light stroked Nanting's slender fingers, "It's better to start purifying now - go to bed, my saint, you will forget everything the next morning."

——"He will not allow you to do this."

The silver-haired girl insisted stubbornly.

The God of Light curled his eyebrows and smiled softly.

"No, He is indifferent to everything in the world, even in life."

Nanting suddenly laughed. Her silver eyelashes slightly raised, and her eyes were filled with glory that Melville had never seen before - as if she expected it to be fulfilled, as if she had finally fulfilled her wish.

"If I could kill Him and lift His curse and shackles, maybe He would thank me." The God of Light lowered his long eyelashes and stared at Nanting's cheeks so seriously that he had not noticed the darker atmosphere around him, "--How long can such a sad guy last for you?"

"What a pity," the black-robed god descended in the closed prison, and the dark wings lit up the cold airflow. "I think it's you who deserves to die now."

Accompanied by the words of Fanes, chains of darkness rose from the shadows, bound the waist and wrists of the God of Light, and pulled Him aside from Nanting.

The Dark God appeared in the vacant place and held Nanting in his arms with one hand.

He watched with a playful face at the God of Light who had just broken free from the chains, whose blond hair was slightly messy and his white robe was stained with the filth of the abyss.

"I have to tell you one thing."

The God of Darkness hung down a wing, wrapping the soft body of the silver-haired girl. He lowered the thick black eyelashes of the crow, and his rose-colored eyes were almost gentle on her side face.

"My interest in her will last for a long time, until the end of your life, and I will still admire her curiosity, firm self, tiny quirks, and the curve of the corners of her mouth when she smiles."

The eyes of the God of Light, Qianjin, gradually twisted.

Behind Him, twelve pairs of illusory wings of glory and holy suddenly grew.
Chapter completed!