Chapter 2400 The Love of the Evil God's Faith 04

This is the edge of the Holy City, a place abandoned by the light.

Most of those gathered here were extremely vicious and cruel people who were oppressed by the powerful and wanted by the royal family.

But more were ordinary people who were implicated in the struggle for power and exiled, and even more were not accepted by the Church and were judged as orcs and goblins who were not allowed to survive in the empire.

They are gloomy, they are struggling to survive, and they are living towards death.

The air was turbid and filled with blood.

Samuel blended silently into the shadow.

His face was covered with an exquisite silver butterfly mask, revealing only his graceful jawline and a pair of blood-red thin lips.

Her long, dark hair flowed like the night, falling to her waist and swaying slightly with her steps.

The pair of pupils revealed under the mask were a pure and evil blood red, scanning the chaotic scene around them with a laziness that was almost enjoyment.

In the filthy and bloody atmosphere, the suppressed dark magic in the body was like an awakening vine, absorbing the power of chaos, making Samuel feel unusually refreshed.

He walked through the crowded and noisy crowd, and wherever he passed, the noise unconsciously subsided.

Raven offered a pipe.

The pipe has a simple shape and is inlaid with an intricate skull entangled with thorns.

Samuel took it, played with it casually with his fingertips, and walked towards the room deep inside where a strange sign was hanging.

An upside-down holy sword symbolizes the complete reversal of faith in light.

Jinchen's figure appeared silently in front of the gorgeous, dusty old mirror, and the mirror reflected the scene of Samuel stepping into the room.

Seeing the figure taking off his disguise and releasing the dark aura, Jinchen raised his eyebrows slightly and a look of joy flashed in his eyes.

His figure flashed and disappeared on the spot like ripples on the water.

In the most inconspicuous shadow in the corner, a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat and an ordinary groom's coarse cloth coat quietly appeared.

Jinchen was holding a glass of turbid beer with the brim of his hat pulled down low, revealing only the cold and hard lines of his jaw.

No one would notice his appearance. Jinchen leaned against the wall, his eyes penetrating the crowd and falling on the figure with black hair and bloodshot eyes.

Samuel reclined in an armchair covered with dark velvet.

The high back of the chair made his figure look even taller.

Samuel's arm was casually resting on the armrest, with the ornate pipe between his fingertips. The smoke rose up, blurring the cold outline under his mask.

Raven stood behind him in silence.

In the center of the room, the iron cage is particularly eye-catching.

Inside the cage was a dishevelled man whom Samuel recognized.

A certain nobleman who was related to the royal family was a demon who took pleasure in torturing and killing seventeen young boys and girls from the lower class.

At this moment, this high and mighty noble had long lost his former arrogance, but he still pounded the iron cage in a cowardly manner and cursed in a hoarse voice.

"Hei Yuan... So you are Hei Yuan, you scum despised by the Church! Maggots! It is only natural for me to kill you! How dare you touch me?"

"The God of Light will surely protect His faithful believers. Your souls will be cast into the Eternal Holy Flame and endure the most brutal purification!"

He tried to arouse fear with the threat of faith.

The crowd around burst into suppressed roars, with deep hatred burning in their eyes.

But they have the mark of the Holy See on them, so they have no way to completely kill this nobleman, and can only place their hopes on the Black Abyss.

Only Raven reacted differently, his eyes turned to Samuel in the chair with a complicated expression.

Samuel half-closed his eyes, his dark lashes contrasting sharply with his pale skin. His blood-red pupils looked like pigeon-blood gems in the dim light, deep, cold, and breathtakingly beautiful.

He listened to the noble's hysterical shouting until the other party roared again.

"...Don't you have any faith? Aha! You are a bunch of rats in the gutter! Perhaps you worship the banished, dark evil god who cannot see the light of day? A bunch of pathetic aliens..."

Jinchen in the corner paused as he slowly turned the wine glass.

Exiled?

Where did the rumor come from?

Samuel tilted his head slightly, as if slightly intrigued by the word.

The dark evil god.

He had never heard of the existence of this god.

Samuel slowly raised his eyes and looked at the face in the iron cage that was distorted by fear and anger.

"Your faith is not sincere. If you were truly sincere, you wouldn't take pleasure in killing innocent people, so..."

As a believer who has been favored by God the Father, I will kill you with my own hands.

Samuel's red lips curled up, and he stood up gracefully, handing the pipe to Raven behind him.

The door of the iron cage opened, and he stepped in, releasing the dark side that had always been suppressed by the power of light.

The rage on the nobleman's face gradually turned into fear. He screamed for mercy and instinctively urged the weak wood spiritual power in his body. Several fragile vines struggled to stab Samuel.

Samuel hooked his pale fingers, and the dark magic instantly devoured the pitiful green, wrapping the nobleman completely.

The shrill screams stopped abruptly.

That hand, as beautiful as bone china, easily pierced the nobleman's chest and crushed the dirty heart.

Blood splattered, and a few drops fell on the edge of his exquisite mask, the red was glaring and shocking.

Samuel pulled his hand out, sticky liquid dripping from his fingertips. He walked straight out of the iron cage without looking at the limp body on the ground.

Someone beside him handed him a clean cloth, and he slowly and methodically wiped his bloody fingers and backs of his hands, laughing happily.

Jin Chen saw the whole scene and realized that Samuel had both dark and light magic in his body...

The idea of usurping the throne of the God of Light became even stronger in his mind.

Ling Gungun, who was lying on the table drinking secretly, turned over, looked over curiously, and mourned for the God of Light.

After the fight was over, Samuel left the cage.

As he walked out and passed the wooden table in the corner, a figure blocked his way.

He is an inconspicuous groom.

Only the chin and thin lips are exposed under the wide brim of the hat.

He held a glass of wine in his hand and handed it to Samuel, his voice low and hoarse.

"Want to learn about the Dark God?"

Samuel did not stop, his bloodshot pupils sweeping across the shadow under the other person's hat brim.

He raised his hand and gently pushed the glass of wine back with the back of his fingers.

"Unfortunately," said Samuel, "not interested."

He did not stop, and his figure blended into the deeper night outside the door.

Raven followed him silently and whispered, "The enemy you are looking for... has found another clue. In five days, on the baptism day of the prince's twins, that person will appear."

Samuel stood in front of the broken window where the moonlight could barely illuminate. When he heard the words, his eyes moved slightly and he nodded.

At the table in the corner, Jinchen looked at the glass of turbid beer that had been pushed back, and the corners of his lips under the brim of his hat curled up in a meaningful arc.

Then, his figure disappeared like smoke blown away by the wind.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -2, totaling 78! 】