After the death of the people, the crematorium is full [Quick Transmigration]

"God of Light, please forgive my sins! I just accidentally hurt a few untouchables in the urban area. Who knew that they are so fragile, and they can die with just a fever?"

"God of light, I don't want my nurse Melia to leave, especially since my child still needs milk, and her son just died not long ago, so she is a good material to be a nurse."

"There are often strange noises in Earl Lyle's manor. Blessed by the God of Light, he should not have touched anything he shouldn't have touched, right? I'm really afraid of these lunatics who believe in fallen evil gods. So many civilians died in the recent royal capital tragedy. The other nobles are not panicked at all, I really don't understand..."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaodong finally stopped answering "God of Light bless you" blankly.

He straightened up slightly, and asked with great interest, "Sir, where do you live?"

"Xicheng District," the man replied with a sigh. Xicheng District is the most chaotic and poorest area in the royal capital. Only down-and-out nobles would choose to live there. "The place farthest from the church, the afterglow of the God of Light is always People who can't shine there, I..." In the middle of speaking, he suddenly realized that the person he was talking to was the Holy Son of the church, and he stammered, "I, I didn't mean that, my belief in the God of Light is Absolutely loyal!"

"Please don't be nervous, Mr. Michael, I have no doubts about your belief in the gods." The voice of the Holy Son came from behind the thick curtain, making Michael's tense body unconsciously relax, and he regained his confidence. Sit back on the seat.

"Can you tell me in detail what happened at Earl Lyle's estate?"

Lin Xiaodong tried to use the so-called "magic power" in this body through the curtain, poured Michael a glass of water, and soon got a flattered thank you from the man.

"The thing is like this." After drinking the glass of "holy water", Michael felt his whole body was full of strength, and his voice became more energetic, "My family's territory is in Earl Lyle's The roosters in the family died inexplicably overnight, and the culprits were not found, and the farmers hired by the family even dug out black sludge when they reclaimed the farmland..."

He talked eloquently, and behind the curtain, Lin Xiaodong's brows gradually tightened.

A large number of roosters died, probably caused by poisoning by enemies, and black sludge was found after reclaiming farmland. Why does it sound so much like an oil mine?

It would be too far-fetched to use these as evidence that Earl Lyle had an affair with the fallen evil god.

But Lin Xiaodong also knows that people in this world are ruled by religion. There are too many cases of judging a person's guilt just by "signs", so he can't say anything. He can only comfort Michael first. Tell him to go back with a bottle of holy water and see if any other weird things happen.If so, report back to the church at that time.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness, Son! Thank you, the God of Light!" Michael left gratefully.

This is the first confessor to thank him personally. I have to say that although Michael's status is low and despised by most of the nobles in the royal capital, talking to him is the only thing Lin Xiaodong feels happy about today.

The time to confess was only two hours. When he left the dark room, Lin Xiaodong was so stimulated by the skylight that he squinted his eyes. He wanted to stretch, but he immediately gave up when he saw a row of servants standing not far away. thought.

There are too many rules in the church. It is better to obey them first when you are new here.

He was thinking about the "tragedy in the royal capital" that Michael said in his heart, and he planned to go to the library later to look for relevant records, but a servant of the gods had already walked over and said respectfully: "My lord, when you worship the gods It's time."

Lin Xiaodong didn't know what worshiping God was. The world system provided him with very little information. He was in the headquarters of the Guangming Church, so he didn't dare to call the system easily, for fear of being discovered.So I could only nod my head indiscriminately, and followed him forward.

The servant of God took him into a wide room, inside which was built a large bathtub with a diameter of about three meters with white jade bricks.

Lin Xiaodong stared dumbfounded at the crowds of servants who poured buckets of milk into it, and sprinkled a layer of precious flower petals and gold powder on it, swallowing silently.

This... Could it be asking him to take a bath?

"My lord, please take a bath." After pouring about dozens of barrels of milk, the servants stood in line, and the leader said to him solemnly.

really!

Even in modern times, using so much milk to take a bath is a bit inhumane, at least Lin Xiaodong can't accept such a waste.However, in this unreasonable world of gods, he could only freeze his body and let the god servants take off his clothes one by one.

The slender, blond young man was naked/naked, covered in pure white silk, standing barefoot on the cold floor tiles, shivering slightly due to the chill in the air.

Like a lamb sacrificed to the gods, he was carried by a tall servant of the gods and sent into the bathing pool rippling with milky white liquid.

Right in front of him is a statue of the God of Light. In people's minds, the God of Light in this world looks like a middle-aged man with blond hair and fair skin in a white hood—at the same time, this is also the reason why nobles cited Proud of looks.

Facing the colored glazed windows with his back, the God of Light sits high above the divine throne, holding authority in his left hand and a laurel crown in his right hand—the one worn by Lin Xiaodong on his head.There was no compassion or generosity in his eyes, only indifference and divinity from above. His eyes, neither sad nor happy, just stared at the bathing pool below, as if he was looking at the sacrifices presented by the believers.

Lin Xiaodong shivered from the cold in the bath.

The milk is not hot, and the silk can't stop the cold outside.However, what made him despair was that not only did the servants of the gods not have the slightest intention of letting him come out, but they also knelt down on the floor tiles and began to sing hymns!

"The earth is bright, and the filth is gone..."

"Holy Son, God-given, bless all beings..."

Accompanied by the chants of the believers, Lin Xiaodong was shocked to find that the bathing pool beneath him was glowing with white light!

But obviously, those servants of the gods were even more shocked than him, and some of them were extremely fanatical and almost fainted.But even so, they did not forget to continue singing, and even their voices became louder and louder——

Accompanied by an extreme white light, Lin Xiaodong's world suddenly plunged into darkness.

What's going on here?

He held his breath and felt around, but found that he couldn't touch anything, he couldn't see his fingers, and he couldn't even tell the difference between south, east and north.This situation is very similar to the state where the system took him into the void space after each world mission, but at least there was still light at that time.

Could it be that this is the "temple" where the God of Light resides?

Lin Xiaodong thought of the "Holy Canon of Light" that he had briefly read before, and a possible guess emerged in his mind.

But it is very strange, since it is the God of Light, why does the location of the temple look dark?

He couldn't figure it out, and thought to himself, let's just act first and then talk.

The holy son Lynn of this period was still a very devout believer of the Illuminati, and his devotion was not much worse than those fanatical believers in the church.

After the initial panic, the blond youth quickly calmed down and asked softly in the dark:

"My God, is that you?"

Seeing that there was no response for a long time, he knelt down on the cold ground, put his hands together, and closed his eyes to pray.

During the process of praying, the young man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of his lips. His beautiful and delicate face, as bestowed by God, appeared extremely beautiful and peaceful in the boundless darkness.

It seems that for him, being able to pray to his god is a very happy thing.

The existence hidden in the darkness let out a silent sneer.

As if mocking, the darkness around the blond youth suddenly surged up, turning into a viscous and cold liquid, which quickly wrapped around the youth's limbs, forming a stark contrast with the holy son's milk-like white and delicate skin.

"My God...?"

The Holy Son opened his eyes in panic, and let out a short cry when he saw the viscous black liquid on his body.He was forced to raise his head, like a dying swan, and his slender, white neck was also entwined with pervasive black mucus, forming a black collar/ring like a brand.

White and black, light and darkness, evil and holiness formed a strong impact on the eyeballs, satisfying the initiator of all these.

"It's so beautiful." The evil god raised the corners of his lips and said softly.

But under the abyss, apart from himself, the only one who can hear this praise is the Son of God who is still forced to fight against the black sludge.

"The God of Light... bless... all beings..." Even though it was difficult to breathe, the blond young man still tried his best to pray to the gods. He seemed to give up struggling and let the black liquid wrap his body, from his slender ankles, To the graceful back, to the neck, to the head...

The evil god suddenly felt a little restless.

There is no reason for this irritability, but he has always been a willful god, so now the evil god doesn't want the Son to die.

No matter how beautiful a person is, the appearance of suffocating to death is ugly.

Shengzi is beautiful like a work of art, so the evil god is moved, and wants to keep him in the darkness of the abyss forever and turn him into his precious collection.But now the evil god has changed his mind—although the young man is beautiful, he lacks some fun.

He had seen too many devout believers, and they still prayed to the heavens for the protection of the God of Light until they died, but he didn't know that the so-called God of Light was a huge lie—the evil god laughed softly, waved his hands, and took the package The mud from the body of the Son of God summoned to him.

Part of the black liquid faded away, revealing the snow-white face of the Holy Son who had fallen asleep due to suffocation.

The evil god's sharp black nails slowly slid across the cheeks as tender as milk, and soon pierced the Son's skin.

A stream of blood slowly flowed down his face, the evil god grinned, and the rough tip of his tongue scratched across the wound, causing the blond young man to groan unbearably: "No..."

The smell of blood stimulated the evil god, and he couldn't help but get excited. The black sludge faded away in an instant, turning into clusters of dark red will-o'-the-wisps burning in all directions.In the blood-red light, a tall evil god leaning on the mountain of skeletons of thousands of races was wearing a black robe. He was almost two meters tall, and his face was unrecognizable, shrouded in a dense black fog.

And the naked Son in his arms was as petite as a broken puppet, and under the cold gaze of the evil god, he was as delicious as a dying lamb.

"I will give you supreme power," the evil god announced, and the laws hidden in the darkness began to fluctuate violently.He stretched out a finger, and lightly tapped the middle of the eyebrows of the sleeping Son.

In an instant, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, the power of darkness to the fingertips of the evil god began to spread rapidly on the skin of the Holy Son. The original snow-white skin of the blond youth was stained/polluted, and the power of light in his body was continuously assimilated by the darkness. The blond hair that was originally as bright as the sun also began to grow wildly and fade...and finally turned into snow-white long hair reaching the ground.

The evil god looked at his masterpiece and smiled with satisfaction.

He pinched the Holy Son's chin and pressed his forehead against it. He couldn't help laughing happily when he heard the young man who was polluted still murmured the name of the God of Light.

"The light is dead," his lips seemed to touch the young man's bright red and soft lips like flowers, and his low and hoarse voice was like a magic voice coming from the depths of a nightmare, and it was like the dusk of the gods in the end of the age "Only I am your only god."

Hearing the voice, the Holy Son struggled to open his eyes.

When he saw the evil god who was close at hand, his pupils shrank suddenly, but soon he revealed a forbearing expression and shook his head at him.

"I don't believe it," he said, "don't try to shake me. Evil God, no matter why you chose me, it is absolutely impossible for me to abandon my belief."

"Really?" The evil god smiled slightly, "Then wait and see. One day, you will prostrate yourself at my feet and praise my name."

"Impossible." But the Holy Son's expression remained firm, "Even if you kill me."

He closed his eyes, raised his neck and prepared to die, but the evil god just grabbed his wrist, lifted him into the air, tied him to the black cross, and admired his body as if he were looking at some kind of artwork.

"You kill me!" Shengzi opened his eyes angrily, staring at him loudly.

"Shh, shhh, don't be so impatient." The evil god raised a finger with great interest, lifted the young man's stubborn chin, tightly held the young man's waist with his big hand, and slowly outlined the bottom of his spine with his sharp nails. Make a six-pointed star sign.The Holy Son trembled from the pain, biting his lower lip tightly, but those eyes, those eyes that had been dyed pitch black, were still staring at the evil god in front of him.

And with the actions of the evil god, the dark power of the Son was gradually absorbed by the six-pointed star.The original black skin turned into snow white again, and the long hair as pale as bones also returned to a brilliant golden color.

"Are you...?" The Holy Son looked at him suspiciously, and there was actually a reason not to eat the sacrifice that was put to his mouth. Is the guy in front of him still a fallen evil god?

"I said, one day, you will voluntarily beg for my gift."

The Cthulhu has endless time, so he's also pretty patient when it comes to delicious, not-yet-grown lambs.

He gently lifted the Son's broken hair hanging on his forehead, and pinned it behind the young man's ear, although the other party quickly avoided him with a look of disgust: "Take off your dirty hands!"

The evil god smiled instead of anger, and he asked, "If the person touching you now is the God of Light, would you do the same to him?"

"Of course not," the Holy Son said coldly, "Don't compare my god with a fallen evil god like you."

But after hearing his words that could be said to be offensive to death, the happy smile on the evil god's face widened a bit.

"Ah, Holy Son, the purest sacrifice to the God of Light, the prostitute who serves the God. If what he wants is your chastity, your first night...you will still wash yourself clean and lie obediently on his Do you serve him with all your heart?"

The corner of the Holy Son's mouth seemed to twitch, but soon, he replied righteously: "Of course. Everything about me belongs to the God of Light." Shit.

The Cthulhu burst out laughing for no reason.

"Good, good, good," he said three "good" words in the young man's frowning expression, and suddenly stretched out his hand to cover the clear blue eyes of the Holy Son, and pressed his dry lips against his. On the Adam's apple, the cold and trembling touch caused the young man to shudder.

"I look forward to seeing you again, my little lamb."

A sense of suffocation enveloped his body once again, just when Lin Xiaodong thought he was really going to die this time, the world returned to light.

The young man who was floating peacefully in the milk bath suddenly opened his eyes. He gasped for several breaths as if he was dying, and almost choked on the milk in the bath.

Ma De, I have met a pervert!

Thinking of the desperate feeling of suffocation in the black slime before, Lin Xiaodong became furious—what's wrong with the evil gods in this world?Did the God of Light take his hometown away or what, did he have to vent his anger on a little mortal like him?

"Master Holy Son!!!"

After finally regaining normal breathing, Lin Xiaodong had just recovered when he heard an excited shout from behind him.

He squatted down suddenly, only then remembered that he was not wearing any clothes now.The young man squatted in the bathtub, staring at the group of believers who were so excited that their faces were flushed, and asked in a low voice, "Why, what's wrong?"

"Your hair!" the servant trembled, "This is a miracle! It is a gift from the God of Light!"

Only then did Lin Xiaodong realize that his long hair had grown to his ankles in just an hour and three quarters, and his golden hair was floating on the milk bath, like glittering gold powder.

But this is not a gift from the God of Light, but something created by a perverted evil god on a whim.Lin Xiaodong secretly rolled his eyes, but still said gently: "Thank you for the blessing of the God of Light."

He didn't dare to admit that the pervert/evil god had already said, "look forward to seeing you again"... Although Lin Xiaodong didn't look forward to it at all, he still had to be cautious in his words and deeds to prevent being caught by the evil god. It can be seen that he is actually a great proletarian fighter who dismisses religion.

It would be great if the system was still there, Lin Xiaodong thought regretfully, so that he still had someone to ask, and he wouldn't have to figure it out by himself like now, and it would be easy to find the way if he was not careful.

What happened in the church quickly spread throughout the entire capital, and within two days, everyone in the entire capital knew that the Holy Son was favored by the God of Light when he worshiped the gods, and gained a hair as beautiful and brilliant as golden silk. long hair.

To this end, the Pope summoned him in person.

"Son, you've done a good job," the Pope, who was dressed in fine clothes and inlaid with hundreds of large and small precious gemstones, said to him lovingly, but what was going on in his heart was unknown. , "The former high priest was right in his dying prophecy. You will become the most special person in the Church of Light in the millennium, the most favored child of the gods."

The blond youth stood in front of him, lowering his head meekly.

"Serving the God of Light is the most noble and supreme mission of my life."

The Pope narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the Holy Son who had undergone subtle changes overnight, and asked tentatively: "My child, I heard that you often go to the Library Pavilion recently. Do you have any troubles? If you have If so, you can tell me, I am willing to solve your problems for you."

The Holy Son shook his head, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his translucent blue eyes looked as pure and flawless as the white doves on the top of the church.

"No, Your Majesty the Pope." He said softly, "I'm just... after receiving the baptism of the gods, it's like being reborn, completely reborn."

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The author has something to say:

So, the blackened old Gu is really changed,