Chapter 296
Souls wailed everywhere, their tortured screams deafening. Their flesh was stripped away piece by piece, fresh blood dyeing the entire ground crimson. A strong smell of blood permeated the air, accompanied by waves of foul stench.
To be honest, the Pope had lived for so long, what kind of scene hadn’t he witnessed? Yet, the hellish tableau before him now made even him widen his eyes in shock. It was even more so for the group behind him. They clearly didn’t understand what had happened. However, their gazes were involuntarily drawn to the slender figure in the center. In the next moment, they felt a sharp pain and quickly averted their eyes. How could mortals gaze directly at a deity? But that fleeting glance, the divine aura emanating from the figure, made them instinctively want to prostrate themselves and worship.
Especially when they saw the twelve massive, pitch-black wings behind the girl. The Pope’s legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the ground. His eyes were filled with disbelief, and he murmured unconsciously, “G-goddess?” The old man’s cloudy eyes suddenly blazed with unparalleled fervor. He shouted loudly, “Holy Light above, I am your most devout believer…”
However, his voice abruptly cut off. A terrifying black mist, like ink, had already swept before them. There was no escape, no resistance. The moment they came into contact, they lost all reason. Fresh souls were forcibly stripped from their bodies, torn into pieces, and devoured bit by bit like a slow torture, consuming their essence. In this regard, the divine being showed great impartiality, exhibiting the mercy and magnanimity it should possess. It did not show any special consideration to the Pope due to his superior power and status.
As the residual clouds completely dispersed, the moon’s clear glow in the night sky was finally fully released. The moonlight cast down, illuminating the girl’s hazy figure. She still held the man in her arms, motionless. Even though the entire manor had become a living hell, she remained unmoved.
After an unknown amount of time, the painful wails and screams from the depths of their souls finally began to fade with a ray of light on the horizon. The black dress spilled onto the ground, and Eileen finally moved. She lifted her head, extremely subtly and slowly, her gaze fixed on the distance. From this moment on, she would no longer need any believers. Her sole priest would be enough. But it was precisely because of this that she felt pain. Having become a deity, no one in this world could harm her. Yet some wounds were incomparable to physical pain. She knew clearly that the priest who belonged only to her… was gone forever…
The light on the horizon grew increasingly evident. The light illuminated the land, shining on the once gorgeously decorated manor, which was destroyed tonight. Everywhere were collapsed ruins, and the flowers, grass, and trees trampled by cavalry. These were places she had once been with the priest. Now, as the morning breeze blew, it only stirred up yellow sand all over the ground. Looking around, all that remained was desolation. She whispered softly, “Yes, the distance is far…” “No one can escape.” “They… will all be buried with you.”
Her black dress fluttered, and the twelve wings waved in the wind, lifting the girl’s slender figure. Her current body was much taller than it had been before today. Amidst the disheveled hem of her skirt, the patterns on her leg skin could be seen, with a thread of dark red glow slowly circulating within them. Every move she made contained a forbidden beauty.
That aura, though chaotic, was not turbid. It still possessed the dignity and sanctity befitting a deity, only with an added touch of the uncanny. Two completely different sensations intertwined and sublimated within the girl. Eileen suddenly understood. Perhaps, she was always meant to be a deity. The Holy See was the true heresy in this world. The matters behind this were too complex, likely involving beings from ancient times. But Eileen had no mood to ponder them now.
Black mist gently enveloped the man’s body, suspending him before her. When facing the ugly souls before, the deity was undoubtedly noble and indifferent. She disdained to even speak, not even having time to say an extra word to them. But now, before this man, she displayed an incomparably gentle side. Her pale, almost uncanny jade fingers lightly touched the man’s face. Trembling yet firm. The man kept his eyes closed, his consciousness long gone. Even his body had lost its last trace of warmth and was beginning to turn cold. She quietly gazed at the priest who belonged only to her and suddenly smiled. Her smile was faint, forming two small dimples on her exquisite, picture-perfect face.
In the next moment, she slightly lowered her head and planted a kiss on him. Her thin, moist red lips parted slightly, and the mysterious runes on her exposed calves suddenly shone with an incredibly bright light. She had comprehended the power of the Witch, or rather, the power of a deity. Eileen knew what that represented. Each flash of the runes represented her emotional stirrings. That was the convergence point of desires and emotions; anyone who dared to look too closely would lose their mind and be eternally lost in confusion. As their lips met, black mist surged again, completely concealing their figures. From the outside, it looked like a large mass of black fog undulating back and forth.
The black mist slowly climbed onto Luo Xiu’s body. First his arms, then his entire body. She devoured it all, stuffing it into her own being. “This way… the priest won’t leave me…” The girl giggled foolishly, then dispersed the black mist and slowly landed on the ground. Underfoot lay the ruins after the great battle. Eileen stood for a long time, then moved her steps, walking towards the back. That was the main building of the manor, where they usually slept. Because it was located at the very back of the manor, it was the only building that was not affected and had survived. Without using divine power, Eileen walked like an ordinary person, step by step, as usual. She ascended the stairs, scanning everything familiar in her eyes.
In this corridor, she had once talked with that man all night. They had also declared their dreams to each other. Those faint words seemed to echo in her ears. “And you? What is your dream?” “Me? Of course, it’s to hope Miss Eileen is always happy.” The tone was natural, without any hesitation. “Holy Light above, I will never make Miss Eileen sad, never, never.”
Liar… Such a liar… The girl’s slender shoulders leaned against the wall. Tears welled in her eyes, and she lightly clenched her palm, then helplessly let it drop, releasing it. It turned out that what truly killed a person was never the moment they learned of departure. It was a moment of calm, when they saw something, remembered something.
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