Chapter: Chapter 40, Eileen, Do Not Look Back
The man’s aura grew weaker and weaker.
Eileen stared at him blankly, her lips moving unconsciously but emitting no sound.
The girl tentatively extended her hand.
With ease, she pulled the man into her embrace.
The man who had always appeared so strong now resembled a candle in the wind, liable to extinguish at any moment.
His life force slowly ebbed away, and an intensely thick smell of blood filled Eileen’s nostrils.
The girl felt a slight itch on her face, and she licked it.
It tasted tart and sweet.
It was likely the fresh blood that had spurted from the man’s heart earlier, now staining her face.
She could feel the unexpected surge of power within her.
Becoming a god… the thought was exhilarating.
What a monumental achievement that would be…
But why… why couldn’t she feel happy at all?
Eileen slumped to the ground, her blood-stained black dress blooming like a mysterious and elegant black lotus.
She held Luo Xiu tightly in her arms.
Their cheeks touched, and she could feel the warmth of his skin.
Luo Xiu didn’t last long.
His life force dissipated rapidly. His body, already burdened from performing a forbidden ritual, soon disintegrated.
He tried to maintain a smile, but his weakness made it look rather comical.
The girl quietly gazed into his eyes.
Those eyes had always been clear, the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.
Tonight, Eileen realized for the first time that sorrow could truly manifest as a blank expression, halted breathing, and a vacant gaze.
Gradually, she seemed to snap back to reality, an overwhelming sense of panic and bewilderment washing over her face.
Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the sound that escaped her lips was barely a whisper.
Again and again, she repeated.
“No…”
“Please, no…”
Her expression was filled with panic, her hands cradling the man’s face as she uttered words she could barely hear herself say.
“Lord Luo Xiu… you’re a priest, you won’t die…”
“Wuwu…”
“You promised you wouldn’t make me sad…”
The girl’s sobs were quiet, dry, and muffled.
They were undeniably unpleasant, unlike her usual tone of voice.
Luo Xiu watched her quietly, and for a moment, he saw the perpetually aloof little girl again.
She would stand with her arms crossed, her small face etched with disdain, often muttering words like “pervert” and “disgusting” under her breath.
This wasn’t the first time Luo Xiu had faced death.
He felt no sorrow or pain at dying.
But seeing the girl’s breakdown still made him feel a pang of sadness.
“Eileen, do you remember our conversation that night?”
He asked softly.
The girl was startled. She first nodded instinctively, then quickly shook her head.
Endless black mist surged from her body.
The mysterious markings on her calf began to glow with unprecedented brilliance.
She tried to pour all the power and blessings of a god into the man’s body.
She didn’t want to be a god; she only wanted her priest to live.
Two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks at some point.
The girl cried silently, murmuring.
“Lord Luo Xiu, I don’t remember, I don’t remember anything…”
The girl used the gentlest tone of voice she possessed, but her voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
“Don’t die, tell me slowly. I really don’t remember. Please tell me slowly, okay…”
Luo Xiu’s response was weak; he let out a soft hum.
“…Okay.”
“Eileen, I’ll tell you slowly.”
He was always like this, no matter how unreasonable or absurd her pleas were.
He would always softly agree and do his best.
Just like now, his voice drifted, growing fainter and fainter, barely audible unless one listened intently.
He rambled on, speaking little by little.
She listened quietly, nodding occasionally in response.
“Eileen, I said I wanted to give you true freedom.”
“This is good, isn’t it?”
The girl shook her head frantically, repeating.
“No, this is not good at all!”
“Don’t…”
Above them, the pitch-black night sky.
The large patches of lingering clouds slowly receded, allowing slivers of moonlight to shine down.
From afar, the moonlight was pure and possessed a hazy beauty.
“The moonlight is beautiful.”
The man couldn’t help but sigh.
He had said the same thing to the girl on a night two years ago.
Only then, compared to her current compliant demeanor, the girl’s temper had been quite volatile.
Bathed in the moonlight, the girl stood motionless, like a cold corpse.
Unknowingly, her tears began to flow like a breached dam, soaking her delicate face.
His final whisper drifted into her ears.
“Eileen, the distance is far.”
“Do not look back.”
It sounded like an instruction, or perhaps a warning.
The power of a god was immense and unique.
Even bringing someone back from the dead might not be impossible for a god.
But it had to be Luo Xiu.
He was the most critical part of the entire ascension ritual.
The ritual was complete, and the godhood established.
As an exchange, Luo Xiu had to die.
The night grew more tranquil.
The world’s only god sat withered in the desolate battlefield.
Her heart contracted violently, as if pierced by a thousand needle points every second.
Pain.
So much pain.
It felt like being trapped within a high wall built from despair and suffering.
The wall was impenetrable, sealing her in.
The pain was not physical, yet it far surpassed any earthly suffering.
The girl’s eyes once again became hollow.
Within that hollowness, a trace of despairing dead silence was revealed.
Endless black mist began to spread outwards wildly.
They were like beasts that had been hungry for millennia, now baring their fangs.
The black mist spread over the body of another girl, enshrouding her, and then gently drawing her back to the god.
A god is selfless.
Thus, the girl’s body began to disintegrate bit by bit, transforming into even deeper black mist, surging towards the god’s embrace.
Following this, the black mist slowly coalesced behind her.
One by one, a total of twelve colossal black wings unfurled, blotting out the sky.
From this moment on, the god shared all her authority with the girl.
They merged into one in the darkness.
Indistinguishable from each other.
…
…
The black mist first consumed the silver-white torrent that had been encircling them.
The black mist was too fast.
Leaving no time for reaction, the entire Judgement Army was instantly engulfed.
Their souls were forcibly extracted by the black mist, drifting in the air, emitting cries of agony and screams.
Following this, their intact flesh and skin were also stripped away piece by piece.
When the incomparably noble Your Eminence the Pope, accompanied by his priests and archbishops, arrived.
What they saw was a scene akin to hell on earth.
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