Nanting had a first-person dream.

Although she was ashamed, she could clearly realize that what happened in her dream was completely something she could do. These things were put in front of her eyes like a holographic game, and she could not change her choices. Even though she was thick-skinned, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

When she opened her eyes, she was in the gorgeous and solemn temple of light, standing under the statue of the god.

The Pope stood beside her, and his handsome face faintly smiled, wearing the saint's laurel crown on her head.

The priest and the nun knelt before her, praising the god in unison. The tall and dignified statue of the light also showed a tiny spot of light, as if they were blessing her.

Nanting couldn't help but spit out a string of prayers praising the gods in her mouth. But her eyes were glimpsing around - without a doubt, she did the same.

After the prayer was over, she was taken back to the saint's palace by two harsh nuns. A nun with gray hair and cold eyes spoke first: "Your Highness, be careful when serving God."

Nanting raised his eyes: "?"

"In the temple, you should not look at each other." Another nun spoke, "In addition, you must..."

The nun spoke a long list of etiquettes.

Finally, the two nuns said in unison: "From now, let us monitor whether your sacrament is standard."

Nanting was stared at by two nuns and was forced to practice etiquette.

Because he seemed too "unsociable" and had no noble identity, he was regarded as a noble saint because he came from another world. Undoubtedly, Nanting was excluded by the noble apprentices.

But she looked out of shape, and she had no deep feelings about being isolated, and she still did her own thing.

As a saint, she received the "glory" of wiping the statue of God.

"What the hell is glory?" Nanting complained softly while washing towels in a wooden barrel soaked in holy water, "I see that the statue of the God of Light is very clean."

At this moment, the blonde god sat upright in the throne of the god on the clouds, and his silky long hair was leisurely put down. He raised his slender fingers and rubbed his eyebrows helplessly.

But her next sentence made Shen Mingming's golden eyes shake slightly.

"I dreamed of you last night~" The girl gently stroked the eyes of the statue's eyebrows and opened her lips casually. A strand of blond hair brushed past her cherry-like soft and tender lips, giving her a kind of shocking beauty.

The God of Light opened his eyes.

He couldn't help but answered, "...you don't."

However, He did not mind letting her see Him in her dreams and letting this sentence come true. Unlike her dignified and holy appearance, the God of Light is actually a little evil. He is not as desireless as people imagine, and the paranoid beast is always in His chest.

——But no one knows.

As the god who created the "rules", He suppressed himself under the rules and regulations, and his sense of virtue and guilt bound his actions, preventing him from doing anything beyond his limit, making him cold and graceful, and making him holy and flawless.

But He still chose to enter her dream.

——Anyway, she won’t remember it, and no one will remember it. It’s just the cause of His small, secret curiosity.

But in the dream, she asked Him to kiss her.

Melville also escaped from Nanting's dream. The soul returned to the throne of God, and He gasped and breathed gently, while the girl's gentle breath as soft as a rose was in her ears. He shook his head and dispelled his confused thoughts.

But after that, He began to respond to her prayers.

——It is normal for God to respond to the Saint's prayer. Ahhh... That's right, He is not trying to listen to her more, nor is he interested in Him.

I just don't want to see her disappointed.

Melville thought so.

But the content of her prayer was getting more and more excessive... The holy and beautiful gods sat upright on the throne, and rows of angels knelt before him to report to Him on the affairs of heaven. However, the angels did not know that the gods they dared not look up to had already red ears, and their narrow and hazy golden eyes were filled with mist, and they were forced to listen to the saint's shameless voice.

Melville pressed down the shame and shame in her heart, expressionless and coldly assigned affairs to the angels: "Very good, next..."

The God did not understand what it means to like, but His desire for possession was very strong. Especially after discovering that the Saint and the Pope had been very close recently, he became increasingly dissatisfied.

So the god descended to incarnate and appeared beside the saint.

Nanting widened his eyes and stared at the handsome blonde god in front of him: "Mian, Cun..."

Melville smiled faintly. He thought she would approach Him as before, so that He could naturally promise her... Perhaps, she could achieve her wish to blasphemy. Strangely, He did not reject it too much.

But she didn't know whether it was because of shyness or the plan was successful, but she became cold to Him.

And Melville couldn't stand it. He was not the kind of god who was unrestrained by the dark God. If he took the initiative, his shame/shaming in his heart would be superimposed to the point of being unsurpassed. He could not control such a feeling. He was an extremely abstinent god, and he did not allow any life to touch His skin, even a passing flying insect.

And let Him take the initiative to hug her and kiss her... I think it is an extremely difficult thing. He buried that subtle desire deep in his heart, put it in his secret heart and locked it with holy light, layer by layer. He doesn't care, He doesn't care at all.

It is impossible for the gods to be in a long stalemate with the saint in the world. Soon He returned to the throne of God, and ignored her, which was more like escaping than being angry.

When Melville came back to his senses, the angel reported the resurrection of the evil god, and her saint was kidnapped by the demons, becoming the first sacrifice they offered to the evil god.

The blonde god's hands tightened tightly with his scepter tightened violently.

Although He did not regard her as his own property, he did not allow others to covet her, especially the other party still-

His destiny enemy, His evil half-body, His elder brother whom He wants to deny.

‘Darkness only brings fear and distress.’ The blonde god thought, ‘I give the lightless night the bright moon and the stars, and no one doesn’t like light. I will end the darkness and take back my saint’s daughter.’

The urge to eat blood never burned in the holy heart of the gods like it is now.

He wanted to capture Farnez, seal and drive him out like he had defeated the other person last time... No, this was far from enough. He would break Farnez's head and make his blood a gorgeous embellishment on the hem of the holy woman's skirt. And she would be shocked and throw herself into His arms for shelter.

The angels had such dark and violent thoughts in the heart of God of Light, which was absolutely impossible for the angels to think of. It was obvious that thin rules and order could hardly suppress the wrath of God, and He did the only irrational thing since his birth.

——Travel to the abyss with the body of the divine.

The abyss is the place of darkness, the destination of the fallen and filthy. The only source of light exists there is scarlet blood. Deformed monsters, twisted demons, sinful souls... Everything in it makes the glorious gods disgusted.

The mud defiled the hem of His white robe, and the tentacles climbed up to His ankles... It was the crazy side of the world's will. He tried hard to break free, but more entangled, clutching His divine blonde hair and thin waist, trying to drag Him into the depths of the darkness and let Him fall into an evil god who is even more crazy than the dark god.

Melville raised his eyebrows slightly, and with his right hand, the golden flames burned to fight against the filth. This was the flame of the origin of light, which drew a sharp consuming of His power. Reason told him that he should leave here, but the cage of His reason had long been destroyed.

When He saw her, the blonde girl was sitting by the window of the Gothic castle and fed each other fruits with Fanes.

Melville's heart seemed to be tightly clutched. A crazy and dangerous smile suddenly appeared on his cold and beautiful face, and he punched the window and entered.

The blonde god fell into the dark room with fragments of the colorful pane, and steadily landed on the crimson velvet carpet.

And the fragments of the flower windows were attached with burning flames and all attacked towards Fanes' throat!

The black-haired god jumped behind him, lifted his giant scythe and stood in front of him, resisting the attack of the God of Light.

Fanes did not forget to mock him in a low voice: "In the abyss, your power will be weakened, and your will will be shaken."

Due to excessive consumption, blood was oozing from the corner of Melville's lips. He raised his hand to wipe it off, and his smile twisted:

"Ah... if my will could be shaken, I wouldn't have come here."

Farnes frowned slightly, and a puzzled look appeared on his handsome face: "Didn't you come to kill me?"

Melville laughed softly: "Kill you at any time, but I just want to take one person away now."

Fanes looked depressed: "She is so important to you?"

"It has nothing to do with you," Melville said.

"Then, I decided—" Fanes glanced at Nanting, who was standing in the corner watching the show, "From now on, I fell in love with her."

"Don't believe Him." Melville looked at Nanting with some tension. "In addition to darkness, He is also a god of lies and deception. In short, all the "evil" in the world is related to Him. He, God, cannot speak a word from his mouth."
Chapter completed!