Chapter 2412 The Love of the Evil God's Faith 16

half a month later.

The convoy has entered the edge of the vast forest.

The towering ancient trees blocked out the sun, and the air was moist, filled with the scent of rotten leaves and soil.

During the half-month journey, Branwen had shaken off his previous gloom and became radiant, with an undisguised sense of pride between his brows.

The reason was simple: the miracle of God the Father had already happened to the caravan twice in succession, and each time, it was heard by Branwen, not Samuel.

One time, during Branwen's early morning prayers, a gentle golden light bathed him.

Another time, when he was chanting hymns in public, shimmering golden petals fell from the sky.

Although the scale of these two miracles was far less shocking and magnificent than what Samuel had experienced.

But for the entire caravan, it was a great honor. The knights were filled with awe, and the accompanying clergy also became more respectful to Branwen.

Samuel sat in the carriage, looking at Branwen, who became more and more proud after being blessed by God, and his heart felt like it was filled with cold stone.

Are you sad? Yes.

But...deep down in my heart, an increasingly clear sense of disharmony is growing.

The miracles of those two advents, the aura of the so-called "Father God"... it felt so wrong.

It was too thin, lacking the grandeur and resonance that came from the depths of his soul and made him tremble.

When the third miracle happened to Branwen while they were resting in the glade, Samuel did not bow his head in prayer like the others.

Instead, he took a few steps forward, narrowed his eyes slightly, and calmly sensed the power fluctuations emanating from the golden light.

That's even more wrong.

Although this divine power of light is pure, it is like water without roots. It is superficial but lacks the true vastness of the foundation.

An idea so bold as to be almost absurd emerged in Samuel's mind and could not be stopped.

There is a god... pretending to be God the Father!

The "God of Light" who descended upon Branwen was a false god!

After realizing this, the bitterness and sadness in Samuel's heart was instantly replaced by anger.

This is simply a blasphemy against God the Father. He will never allow any existence to defile the only God in his heart.

He raised his eyes, his gaze passed through the crowd and fell on Branwen, who was shrouded in golden light and enjoying the worship of everyone.

Poor wretch deceived by a false god.

Branwen was caught off guard by Samuel's compassionate eyes, and was suddenly confused and angry.

What kind of look is that from Samuel!

Although she didn't understand what Samuel was trying to say, it didn't stop Branwen from being furious.

Moreover, no matter how he hinted or even requested, God the Father had no intention of punishing Samuel, the believer who possessed dark magic.

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When Jinchen came to Samuel from the Temple of Light, the convoy had already passed through the forest and arrived at its destination.

Bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, the exotic main city's towering city walls and magnificent church spires are clearly visible in the morning light.

Samuel was respectfully led to the most exquisite guest room prepared for him in the Vatican.

The room was richly decorated, covered with thick velvet carpets, and the air was filled with expensive incense.

However, Samuel turned a blind eye to all this.

The first thing he did was to walk to the center of the room, face the direction of the Holy City, clasp his hands together, and place them on his forehead in reverence.

This time it’s not a prayer, it’s a complaint.

“Father God…”

Samuel muttered to the void, "Do you know that there is a disgusting false god pretending to be you and deceiving people?"

"He favored that poor creature, Branwen, in your name."

At this point, Samuel took on a hint of cold murderous intent, "Don't worry, I will find a way to find him, and then... get rid of him."

"Father, I will never let anyone tarnish your glory."

Just as Samuel was immersed in his plan on how to "clean up the false gods" for his Father God, a familiar, deep and magnetic laugh suddenly sounded behind him.

Samuel was stunned and turned around suddenly.

The figure that haunted his dreams was leaning lazily against the carved window frame, gazing at him with a smile.

"My little believer, I am back."

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 63! 】

[The villain's darkening value is detected -5, totaling 68! 】

"Father God!"

Samuel no longer cared about the priest's reserve. He took a few quick steps and threw himself into Jinchen's open arms, burying his cheek deeply in the neck that was filled with ice and agarwood.

The nearly three months of separation was like a long torture.

At this moment, only the touch of skin can soothe the longing deep in Samuel's soul.

Samuel was no longer satisfied with passively accepting grace; his longing gave rise to unprecedented courage.

He raised his face and kissed Jinchen's lips actively and eagerly, delicately and lingeringly, expressing his attachment without any rules but with great sincerity.

Jinchen's arm was firmly wrapped around Samuel's slender and flexible waist, and his other hand was inserted into his thick golden hair, combing it slowly.

The soft body in his arms trembled slightly with excitement. In the interval between their lips and teeth, Jinchen mentioned Samuel's complaint just now, and his breath brushed against Samuel's sensitive earlobe as he whispered.

"Just trust me like that, huh?"

Jinchen also didn't expect that Samuel would directly judge Zephyros as a false god when Zephyros had already appeared.

An unexpected surprise.

Samuel stepped back slightly, his silver eyes misted with emotion, and he raised his fingertips to trace the deep contours of the Father's eyebrows.

"I will always be your most loyal believer, no matter what happens."

Jinchen took the opportunity to hold him in his arms and sat down on the velvet-cushioned lounge chair by the window, allowing Samuel to curl up in his arms more comfortably.

Samuel leaned on Jinchen's chest, his cheek pressed against the steady heartbeat, and whispered about the torment of the past two months.

It is soaked in longing and has a heartbreaking fragility.

"I miss you so much, every moment..."

I wish I could...

I'll show you my heart.

The corners of Samuel's eyes turned red, and tiny tears flowed uncontrollably.

Jinchen kissed away the cold tears and touched Samuel's back to comfort him.

Samuel, immersed in happiness, unconsciously brushed his fingertips across the back of Jinchen's hand that was wrapped around his waist.

Suddenly, I touched a cold, hard object with strange patterns on it.

"hiss……"

Samuel pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted. He was suddenly trembling at the strange power that came from the ring. He subconsciously curled up his body and let out a short cry of surprise.

"what happened?"

Jinchen noticed something was wrong and steadied his limp body.

Samuel, still in shock, shook his head and pressed his fingertips.

The electric shock-like feeling just now came and went quickly.

He carefully reached out his hand again and gently touched the crystal on the ring.

This time, I felt nothing.

It was as if the touch just now was just an illusion caused by his excessive excitement.

Jinchen looked at Samuel's fingertips, and an impulse surged in her heart, and she took the ring off her finger.

Under Samuel's surprised gaze, he took the jade-white hand and put the ring with the aura of origin on the index finger of his left hand.

The dark purple mysterious crystal contrasts with Samuel's fair skin.

"It looks good." Jinchen looked at it carefully and was very satisfied.