God's Gift

Inside the magnificent church, under the statue of god.

The Pope held the little girl and placed her on the altar.

Lu Keming stood beside him, and behind them were the Blue Dragon members and followers.

The villagers were held in the center of the church.

Ye Li and a dozen of his classmates stood aside, with members of the Blue Dragon standing in front of them, guarding them closely and not allowing them to get close to the villagers.

Lu Keming stood on the stage, looking down at everyone with contempt.

Ye Li clenched his hands, stared fiercely at the person on the stage, and said through his teeth, "Lu Keming."

They suffered heavy casualties and were no match for the current Blue Dragon.

Shen Minghua also had a bad expression on his face, but he still suppressed his anger and patted Ye Li on the shoulder, comforting him: "You have tried your best, don't be angry."

Fang Ziang looked at the villagers who were being held in the center of the church and were in a state of panic. He anxiously asked Shen Minghua, "Are we just going to let the church kill them all?"

"Then what else can we do? We can't defeat those people from Blue Dragon." A member of the White Dove team behind Fang Ziang whispered.

Fang Ziang turned his head and glared at the man.

"Luo Wen, stop talking." Shen Minghua gave the boy a warning look and stopped him.

"But what I said is the truth, President! Do you think we have any other way?" Luo Wen was a little indignant when he saw that Shen Minghua favored Fang Ziang.

"How can it be a fact?" Fang Ziang heard his words and his face became a little angry. "Can't you think of other ways? Do you have to watch these villagers die helplessly?"

"Then go ahead and think about it. I'd like to see what you can think of." Luo Wen replied bluntly.

Fang Ziang choked up all of a sudden, and his pale face turned red.

Rowan snorted.

"Luo Wen." Shen Minghua warned again, and Luo Wen reluctantly shut his mouth.

The quarrel among several people attracted Lu Keming's attention. His dark pupils turned and looked towards Shen Minghua.

Guessing what had happened, Lu Keming snorted, the sound resonating in his nasal cavity, low and contemptuous.

"Pope, isn't it enough that you killed my grandfather and the others? How have we ever done anything wrong to you that you don't even let us go!" A young villager angrily questioned the Pope.

The Pope stroked his beard and said, "You have done nothing wrong to me, but it is your honor to sacrifice your life for God."

"Bullshit, then I'll give this honor to you, go by yourself!" The young man laughed sarcastically and returned the words to the Pope.

The Pope's expression froze and he coughed.

"Well said!" Fang Ziang, who was standing aside, heard the young man's words and echoed him in agreement.

Ye Li glanced at Fang Ziang and sighed silently.

Fang Ziang noticed Ye Li's gaze and moved a little closer to Ye Li.

Shen Minghua, who was standing on the other side of Ye Li, glanced at Fang Ziang who was close to Ye Li. His eyes darkened and it was unknown what he was thinking.

"I have the responsibility to welcome the gods, so it is not appropriate for me to do this kind of thing." The Pope spoke when everyone was thinking about their own things.

"Hypocrisy!" the young man cursed immediately.

As soon as he said this, some of the believers rushed out and pinned him to the ground.

"Since you are so enthusiastic, come first." The Pope held the scepter and stared at the young man coldly.

Lyle stood in the crowd, looking at his father-in-law, with whom he was not close, with a complicated expression.

"Your Holiness, since this is your great god, I don't think it will like you to summon it in this way."

"Oshi is a kind and benevolent god and will not approve of your actions."

His words stung the Pope, whose face darkened and he gripped his scepter tightly.

This was how the priests had been doing while they were still alive, watching his every word and action, fearing that the Pope would do anything that would be considered evil in his eyes.

Thinking of this, the Pope slammed his scepter heavily on the ground, "The gods will recognize me."

What do they know!

What's the point of always insisting on those so-called righteous things?

The priests adhered to the doctrine so strictly, but they could only wait for the gods in vain and let the power of blessing continue to dissipate.

In this isolated place, he could not get any news from God at all.

If this continues, the gods might abandon them.

He has to rely on himself.

The gods will understand him.

The Pope closed his eyes, and when he opened them again his eyes became firm again, pointing at the young man in front of him who had spoken rudely to him.

"Offer him."

The young man kept struggling, "Let me go! You unforgivable sinners!"

However, the believers did not relax at all. They took him to the altar and killed him decisively.

Blood splattered on the stone wall of the altar and flowed down along the stone wall.

The fire in the little girl's chest on the altar grew a little brighter.

The Pope's expression improved a little, his eyes filled with fanatical anticipation, and he turned to look at the villagers.

"Who's coming next?"

Lyle looked at the Pope who had completely lost his mind and protected Emma more closely.

Emma leaned on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on the altar.

"Your Highness, it's fine if you want to kill us, but what about Emma? She is not from this village. You are not going to kill your own daughter, are you?"

Hearing this, Emma and the Pope looked at Lyle at the same time.

The Pope glanced at Lyle, then looked at Emma who had been staring at Lyle, his eyes unclear, "Since she is my daughter, she has an even greater responsibility to devote herself to God."

Hearing this, Ye Li, Shen Minghua and others in the church were a little surprised.

"Damn, is she even a human being? She even wants to kill her own daughter?" Fang Ziang had also met Emma and had a good impression of this kind woman.

"Your Holiness, you shouldn't be so cruel." When Lyle heard that the Pope actually wanted to sacrifice his daughter, he shook his head and took Emma back a few steps.

Emma and the Pope looked at each other and he waved at her.

"Come here, Emma."

Emma looked at the Pope and was about to move forward.

Lyle held Emma down and shook his head at her.

"I'll take her place, don't touch her." Lyle took a few steps forward and stood in front of the Pope.

The Pope suddenly laughed out loud, "Lyle, you are going to die anyway, how can you die in her place?"

Lyle's expression was stiff and he said nothing.

Emma looked at Lyle, her eyes twinkling.

"Emma, ​​come here." The Pope looked at Emma behind him and called again.

Only then did Emma shift her gaze away from the Pope and walk to his side.

Lyle grabbed Emma's hand and shook his head at her, "Go back, Emma."

"You do love her deeply, but it's a pity..." The Pope smiled meaningfully, "When you know her true appearance, will you still love her?"

His words made Lyle feel confused, but he still held Emma stubbornly, trying to protect her behind him.

"Lyle." Emma's smile was as gentle as always, but it seemed strangely fake.

It was like a mask with a crack.

Lyle looked at Emma at this moment, but gradually felt that she was a stranger.

Lu Keming, who was standing behind the Pope, looked at everything in front of him with a frown on his face.

Emma was still smiling, but the hand that was touched by Lyle suddenly turned into blood-red petals.

"Lyle, look, who is she?"