Chapter 2402 The Love of the Evil God's Faith 06

The garden outside the prayer hall is bathed in the warm afternoon sun.

Samuel and Branwen walked along the gravel path, one after the other, with an invisible barrier between them.

Suddenly, a rose caught their attention.

It grows in the center of a carefully tended flowerbed. Its petals are an extremely rich crimson, with edges that glow like molten gold.

They both stopped in their tracks at the same time.

The divine power of light emanating from that rose was so familiar that Samuel and Branwen almost unanimously regarded it as a gift from God the Father.

Branwen's heart leapt.

Why, why did all the favors fall on Samuel?

He must get this flower.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Branwen took the lead and reached out to the scorching rose with a somewhat anxious attitude.

However, when his fingertips were inches away from the petals, they seemed to touch an invisible, flexible barrier and could not move forward any further.

Several templars and servants holding holy vessels who were passing by were attracted by this scene and cast surprised glances.

Branwen froze in place, the shame and embarrassment of being stripped of his disguise in public quickly climbed up his cheeks and burned his ears.

Samuel walked forward slowly, not looking at the embarrassed Branwen, his eyes were moist with piety, looking at the burning rose.

He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips trembled lightly. Without encountering any obstacles, he touched the flower stem, and the rose that symbolized God's grace fell into his palm.

Just when his fingertips touched the petals.

A pure and warm golden halo condensed beside Samuel, quickly outlining the outline of a tall and upright hazy shadow.

"Father God!"

The warriors and servants who witnessed all this around lowered their heads in horror, not daring to look directly at the sacred light. They all knelt on one knee, their hearts pounding in awe.

Jinchen's shadow stared at Samuel in the halo.

He reached out his hand, picked up the rose from Samuel's palm, and gently pinned it to Samuel's fair ear.

The crimson petals set off his soft golden hair, as if the gods themselves had crowned him.

The cold jade-like fingertips gently stroked Samuel's cheek, which was slightly flushed with excitement.

"My believer, Samuel."

"I allow you to not kneel before me."

"you are unique."

Samuel couldn't believe his ears.

This made his heart and soul tremble more than any gift.

Unique… God the Father Himself said He is unique.

Hot tears slid down her cheeks and hit the gravel under her feet.

Obsession and happiness almost overwhelmed Samuel, and his cheeks turned a blush brighter than roses.

"Father God..." His voice was choked with sobs, "Are you...are you...loving me?"

And in full view of the public.

This feeling of satisfaction filled his inner possessiveness to the point of overflowing.

Jinchen's shadow leaned forward slightly, as if responding to this passionate confession and the silent, imploring kiss.

"Father God!"

The cry filled with grievance and sorrow made Jinchen stop kissing.

Branwen knelt heavily on the cold stone ground at the edge of the garden, looking up, tears streaming down his face, full of resentment and accusation.

“Father God! I am also your devout believer and a priest under your seat. My power of light... is purer than Samuel’s.”

"Why can't you look at me, why can't you... bless me too?"

As long as he had the blessing of God the Father, even just a little bit, Branwen thought, he would be able to secure the position of bishop with the power of light after the bishop retired.

But time and again, Father God only favored Samuel.

This made Branwen too sad and unwilling.

Jinchen looked at him with a slightly complicated expression.

Zephyros can't see you, so what does it have to do with me, an evil god?

Not pious enough.

Of course Jinchen would not respond, but he noticed the change in Samuel's breath beside him.

Deep within those eyes that were originally filled with happiness and obsession, a trace of extremely dark blood color surged.

Jealousy, possessiveness.

Samuel's dark magic showed signs of getting out of control due to these emotions.

Samuel himself immediately noticed this terrible fluctuation.

A huge panic instantly overwhelmed all emotions. He looked suddenly at Jinchen's shadow and his face turned pale instantly, like a child who had done something wrong and was about to be abandoned.

"Father God...I confess that I had bad thoughts."

Jinchen's expression was subtle, with a hint of smile on his face. He wanted Samuel to have the idea of monopolizing him more than anyone else.

He slowly stroked the back of his hand over Samuel's cool cheek and the sensitive side of his neck.

"It's okay, my believer." Jinchen's coaxing voice sounded softly in Samuel's ears, "Tell me, what were you thinking just now?"

Samuel's body softened slightly under the comfort of the god.

He closed his eyes, more tears rolled down, as if he could no longer bear the burden in his heart, and gently rested his forehead on the shoulder of the Father God's phantom.

"Father God...I am jealous."

"I want you all to myself."

He finished speaking tremblingly, and was immediately overwhelmed by deeper despair.

God is a loving being. How could a being like God the Father allow his believers to have such a rebellious desire for monopoly?

Samuel felt that he was completely finished, like a sinner about to be judged.

However, the expected divine punishment did not come.

The Father's chuckle carried a hot breath that brushed against his ears, like the sweetest poison.

"Never mind, my Samuel, I allow you to think so."

At this moment, a dizzying sweetness washed over my mind.

For the first time, Samuel experienced what it meant to be "heart-thumped".

It is a feeling more thrilling than faith, but also more daunting.

Samuel didn't dare to look up, but rubbed the shoulder of Jinchen's shadow affectionately. His golden hair fell down as he lowered his head, and was then picked up by Jinchen and stroked gently.

On that day, all those who witnessed the arrival of the golden shadow and the rose that bloomed just for Samuel became the most devout witnesses.

The rumor that Samuel was the one truly chosen by God the Father spread across the entire holy city like wildfire.

Four days later.

The auspicious day for the baptism and blessing of the prince's twins.

The magnificent royal carriage, pulled by the most majestic pure white horses, with the emblem inlaid with holy stones shining brightly in the sun, stopped steadily at the foot of the magnificent steps of the Temple of Light.

This standard is no different from the one used to welcome a bishop or high priest.

The miracles that befell Samuel one after another made the royal family no longer dare to be negligent.

The temple door slowly opened.

Supreme Bishop Cyril, dressed in the most solemn holy robe and holding a golden scepter symbolizing authority, walked out slowly.

This time, he slightly turned sideways and motioned Samuel to stand slightly behind him.

That is the place where only the most respected and high-ranking priests are qualified to stand.

Cyril looked at his adopted son, whose appearance was extraordinary, and his old eyes were filled with indescribable satisfaction and glory.

Only Samuel himself knew that beneath the holy robe was a magical weapon that was about to kill a noble.

He was still as holy as ever, nodding to the paladin who came to greet him, with his thin lips slightly curled.