The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

The god, full of holy light, sits on the throne in the pure white palace in the clouds.

The indifferent and ruthless eyes were full of divinity, and the ten pure wings behind them fluttered gently.

"Aisolissia...Balalistoki, do you know your mistake?"

"I...know...I'm wrong."

Nan Zhiyi, covered in blood, lowered his eyebrows and leaned against Yunzhu outside the hall in a desperate manner. The pure white wings behind him had turned one third black.

"Considering that this is your first offense, I will give you a light punishment and a heavy warning to help you get rid of the pollution."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Nan Zhiyi stood up with difficulty and saluted unsteadily.

The god on the throne slowly stood up, and warm yellow power flew out from his hands and merged into Nan Zhiyi's body.

The power that should have been warm turned into bone-chilling cold the moment it entered the body, and the process of removing the pollution was like a punishment of bone-removing.

Nan Zhiyi turned pale instantly, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away. He fell back to the ground, trembling all over and curled up beside Yunzhu.

"Master, His Highness is too abominable. He obviously has a better way to remove the pollution, but he doesn't use it and has to make you suffer."

"Little guy, he is right. Different standpoints lead to different perspectives on things.

You have to know that the world is not black and white.

Angels are mostly pure and kind, but human hearts are complicated. While fulfilling the wishes of mortals, they will be polluted and deceived.

They restrict the angels from contacting humans, which is also a helpless move to protect themselves."

"Okay, Master, do you want me to transmit the plot to you now?"

"Ah."

“Master, this is a Western fantasy novel about two-way redemption, Becoming a God for You.

The story is briefly about the protagonist, Sia, an orphan who is rescued by the villain and falls in love with him.

But the villain is a faithful believer, so he embarks on a journey to become a god. Later he discovers that the angels of God are just a group of hypocrites.

He enjoys the offerings of the world but draws a clear line between himself and mortals. He is cold-blooded and ruthless, watching mortals struggle in the face of disasters.

He followed another protagonist, uncovering the false veil of gods while constantly saving mortals in suffering.

The original owner was a little angel who had just reached adulthood. When he was a child, he met the protagonist Xia because of his playfulness and they became good friends.

With his help, the protagonist became an angel, but the original owner was contaminated and became a fallen angel.

The kind and simple villagers, because they had not received a response from the gods, were so angry that they smashed the temple, and the villain turned evil in anger.

Following the original owner in collusion with evil and harming the world, Xia was extremely disappointed and led the world to resist the dark rule of the original owner and the villain.

In the end he won, formed a partnership with his friend, and lived happily together.

And now is the critical juncture when the original owner is contaminated and the protagonist is preparing to destroy the last temple."

And at the same time.

Devout believers have been kneeling in front of the temple and praying every day for ten years.

Xia walked in slowly with a chicken leg in his mouth, kicked over the altar, sat at the feet of the statue, and looked at the people who were praying devoutly with contempt on his face.

"Hey, the archbishop is still praying?

Now that a strange disease is raging, you don't go to help, but hide here doing this kind of boring thing. Aren't you afraid that the public will be outraged and your dilapidated temple will be demolished?"

"I can't save them, so don't waste your energy. Let's go!"

Amir reverently picked up the overturned objects one by one, slowly stood up, propped up the overturned altar, and wiped off the dust on it.

His expression was indifferent from beginning to end, and he didn't even glance at Xia.

Xia jumped down in frustration and wanted to push over the altar again, but was stopped by Amir who pressed the table with one hand.

She slowly raised her eyes and glanced at him gently, her eyes so cold that they seemed to freeze a person's soul.

Xia withdrew his hand timidly, gnashing his teeth unwillingly.

"Archbishop, don't waste your energy. You will never get a response from that person."

"Saint Son of Xia, please do not do anything that insults the statue. Otherwise, I don't mind disposing of you."

When Xia heard this, she was not afraid but laughed at him and threw the garbage in her hands into the holy temple.

“Deal with me, Archbishop, wake up!

Your prayers, which have been going on for ten years, have not been answered yet, and it is unlikely to be answered in the future.

And I am the only one who has received a response from the gods. You have no right to punish me, no matter how recklessly I violate the doctrine. "

Amir lowered his head to wipe the table, his lips pursed in displeasure, violent thoughts surging.

They wanted to tie this ungodly man to a cross, skin him alive with their own knives, and then throw his ashes into the dirtiest place, where he would never be reborn.

But he was afraid of being abandoned by God, so he forced himself to suppress this thought and continued to do what he was doing in silence.

"Do you think he is biased?

I was so disrespectful to him, yet I could still hear the oracle, while you, the most devout believer, did not get any response at all."

Xia looked at the silent man, laughed wildly with joy, jumped in front of him, lifted the man's chin with her fingers, and forced him to look at her.

Amir frowned unhappily, his eyes still cold and calm, and he scoffed at the slander of the God he believed in.

But the veins on the hand that was holding the handkerchief were bulging, indicating that the owner was feeling uneasy at the moment.

“Haha, you are going to make me laugh to death, so hurry up and leave. Today this temple full of deception will collapse.

The continent of Rolisia does not need a high and ruthless god, and the gods do not need a devout believer like you. "

Amir raised his hands to break free from his restraints, but remained unmoved. After setting up the altar, he continued to pray devoutly.

The sky outside the last temple was gloomy, and it looked like a storm was about to come.

There were hurried footsteps outside the temple, and villagers in cloth clothes, some holding torches, some holding hoes, sickles and other weapons, rushed in from outside.

The journey was smooth as there was only one last devout believer left in the temple.

Hearing the messy footsteps, Amir resolutely stood in front of the temple gate with a broom.

"This is a temple. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. Please go back!"

"Archbishop, move aside, we must push it today.

Since you donated food and helped us with our medical treatment in the past, we will forgive you for what you did. Otherwise, we will beat you too."

"Archbishop, wake up. There is no God in this world. Even if there is, we don't want such a ruthless God."

"Yes, every time a disaster strikes, he has saved us once."

"Bah! They are not worthy of our sacrifice."

"If Nana hadn't believed in God and had gone to see a doctor right away, she wouldn't have died from the epidemic."

"I think the epidemic was created by these so-called gods. They are not angels at all. They are demons and evil gods. If we destroy them, we will be saved."

"Get out of here, you traitors who have forsaken God. I will not allow you to enter my temple."

"Since you won't let us, we won't be polite."

Amir tried desperately to stop him with a broom. His head was cracked, his hands were twisted off, and his feet were broken. He lay on the ground, still blocking the way with his bloody hands and sharp teeth.