Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

The smell of pen and ink floated in the study room, and some books were neatly placed on the thick and simple desk.

The surrounding light was somewhat dim, only a delicate and ancient oil lamp was placed on the table, burning tirelessly, illuminating this small area.

Chaos supported his head, casually scanning the text in front of him.With the other hand resting on the desk, he tapped the table with his fingers, making a slow but clear clicking sound.

squeak-

The door of the study room was slowly opened, making a little noise.

Jerusa walked in slowly with an ancient parchment scroll, and the leather shoes made a dull sound on the thick carpet.

He walked to the desk and stood still, bent slightly and saluted.

Chaos picked up a small silver bell that was at hand. The bell was hollowed out and spherical, engraved with intricate and exquisite patterns. At this moment, it was making crisp jingling sounds with Chaos' movements.

"You say—will he like this?"

The deacon bowed his head respectfully and did not speak.

"Wouldn't it be better on the hands? Or the feet? His ankles are beautiful, and they fit the bell."

Inside the bell was a very pretty little thing, the fruit of a strange tree trunk.

When the fruit hears the master's order, it will vibrate non-stop.Therefore, some merchants will put it into a hollow bell, let the fruit control the bell to make a tinkling sound, and then hang it at the door to attract passing guests.

The bell in Chaos' hands was different from those of the merchants. The material of the bell was selected from the best silver nuggets with a purity close to 100%. It was very mild and did not harm the skin.

The fruit among them comes from a strange tree that is ten thousand years old. Such a small one will only be produced every thousand years, and the shape is quite beautiful.

Chaos put the bell in the palm of his hand, watching it languidly vibrate with his heartbeat, making a crisp sound.

"Maybe there's another place on him that would suit this little thing better."

"God. My subordinates have confirmed the whereabouts of Lihuo, the object of light."

Chaos continued to lazily look at the bell in his hand, and said perfunctorily, "Oh?"

"It has suddenly reappeared after it disappeared 300 years ago. It has been determined that Lihuo is on Sherrill."

Chaos raised his head, the smile on his lips disappeared, and he stared at Jerusalem coldly.

"The pattern on his forehead is where Li Huo is hiding now."

"How to get it?"

"You can directly use your divine power to absorb Lihuo, but as a mortal, Sherrill may not be able to bear it."

"If you don't take it, will it affect him?"

"It seems that there is some power guarding him faintly, but his body is still losing the breath of life at a very slow speed."

The gods are stored in the bodies of mortals, and they will continuously absorb the life energy of others to ensure their own operation.

If an ordinary person endured Li Huo, he would become a mummified corpse in less than half a month.

And the reason why Cheryl was able to last for so long was because the power-depleted system was constantly absorbing new energy to counteract Lihuo's influence on him, which was also the reason why 9527 hadn't woken up after so long.

And another reason.

It is when the Chaos God who has absorbed the dark god and the ice is mated with Sherrill, the exchange of body fluids can allow the power of the dark god to consume the power of the light god, allowing the two forces to achieve a delicate balance.

But even so, the life energy in Sherrill's body was still passing.

Chaos is a little distressed.

His life was almost endless, and he didn't want Cheryl to die so soon.

"God, this is beneficial to you. You rescued him from the gap in time and space in the first place, wasn't it because of the blood that possessed enormous power in his body?"

But now, almost as long as the blood is sucked, and then this Lihuo is devoured, the thing that Chaos has been pursuing since its birth can be obtained.

At your fingertips.

"Jerusa."

"I don't quite understand the point of doing this."

Unlike the two innate gods of light and darkness, chaos was born in an extreme gray area.

There is an old saying in Huaguo: If you want to become a Buddha, you must first become a demon.

This sentence is also applicable on this continent.

If you have not even experienced all kinds of disasters and tribulations in life, how can you fully understand and be a god to pity all living beings?

The original Chaos was a beautiful child dressed in rags, born in a gray area full of war and slaughter.

He crawled out of countless corpses, and when people noticed him, his white skin was still covered with blood and some minced flesh.

People regarded him as ominous, thinking that this child brought the war.

Reviled, whipped, hated.

Chaos wandered around ignorantly under such treatment.

He can't grow up, he can't speak, he always has big and small scars on his body, and he is tortured and insulted by malicious people.

But he didn't understand why people hated him so much, and no one taught him what to do.

The first step to becoming a god is to endure the sufferings of life.

He repeated countless sufferings in his life.

The second step to becoming a god is to be fully enlightened.

But even if he lives and dies thousands of times, he still has no way to fully understand.

Because no one taught him how to think.

Chaos' childhood has gone through a long, long time. The first time he grew taller in a real sense was when Jerusa, who was also a child, stole his family's family heirloom from generation to generation and gave it to him.

A very simple bracelet.

There is a very faint power of faith on the bracelet.

With such a little power of faith, Chaos grew a little taller.

From then on, Jerusa abandoned his family and stayed with Chaos as a deacon.

I don't know how long it took for Chaos to achieve what it is today.

But seeing that he was about to become a god like the God of Light, Chaos was a little dazed.

"I killed Sherrill, then what?"

"You can be powerful enough to rival the gods of light and darkness, and become a god in the true sense."

"And then?"

Jerusa opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't answer anything.

And then?It is nothing more than sitting on a high altar like those two lonely gods, waiting for the passage of time day after day.

They can't do anything except wait for the complete demise of this world and the disappearance of the last trace of faith.

They can only wait.

waiting for his own death.