Chapter 2421 The Love of the Evil God's Faith 25

The Elf King knelt respectfully on the grass, holding in his hands the treasure box that had grown naturally from gnarled tree roots.

He chanted ancient elven prayers, his fingertips brushing over the intricate leaf veins on the box.

The box opened silently, revealing the treasure lying quietly inside.

A key with a simple shape and a deep bronze color.

The surface of the key is covered with fine lines, emitting spiritual fluctuations.

Jinchen was a little surprised when he saw the key, and was very sure that the spiritual power in it was his power.

He couldn't help but think that if he hadn't encountered a terrible crisis that required him to devote most of his strength to dealing with it, he would never have been able to separate the important original spiritual power and condense it into a key to give to the elves for safekeeping.

So the question is, what was he fighting against before?

What a ghost.

Jinchen raised his hand, and the bronze key seemed to be summoned, floating gently and falling into his palm.

The property returns to its original owner.

Jinchen merged the key into the golden light, feeling the lost and regained power surging in his body.

He turned his gaze towards the Elf King again, "Why do the elven priests die so frequently?"

A deep sorrow appeared on the Elf King's face, "Father God... This is a curse that has been passed down for hundreds of years on our race."

"Generation after generation of priests, no matter how powerful, will die after taking over the priest's crown."

"Our race has exhausted all its wisdom and used all the purification methods inherited from us, but we are still unable to break this vicious curse!"

His voice was filled with despair and confusion.

Jinchen's golden eyes narrowed slightly, showing a very strange look.

"The priest succession ceremony will be held on site, and I will witness it in person."

The Elf King was trembling with excitement. What an honor it was for the Father God to personally witness the succession of the priest!

Perhaps... the hope of breaking the curse is right before our eyes!

"Yes!" The Elf King immediately ordered preparations for the ceremony.

Soon, the ancient elven altar was lit.

Norman, who volunteered, wore a plain green robe and knelt in front of the altar.

The elven priest's feather crown, woven from the toughest elven vines, symbolizes the connection with the mother tree and nature.

According to the most sacred tradition of the elves, this feather crown must be worn by the most respected person for the new priest.

Norman strode forward and bowed deeply to Jinchen. His voice was clear and melodious, his eyes filled with admiration and respect. "Supreme Father God, it is the supreme glory of our race that you bear witness to it. Only you can crown the new priest with the feather crown..."

Before he finished speaking, Samuel, who was standing beside Jinchen, flickered his eyes slightly, stretched out his slender white fingers, and gently pulled the edge of Jinchen's wide golden sleeves.

Jinchen lowered his eyes slightly, and when he saw Samuel's drooping eyelashes, he immediately understood what he meant.

"The details of the ceremony can be left to those favored by God." Jinchen interrupted Norman's request, slightly turned sideways, and motioned Samuel to come forward.

Samuel nodded slightly and walked to the altar.

The elf servant held up the feather crown respectfully.

Norman's expectations were dashed. Looking at Samuel's calm eyes, he muttered softly, "You're too much..."

We are all believers of Father God, why are you any different?

Samuel seemed not to hear and placed the feather crown on Norman's head with graceful movements.

He turned around and returned to Jinchen, standing by his side again.

The priest succession ceremony officially began.

The new priest knelt in the center of the altar, and the ancient elven prayers flowed in the silent forest.

All the elves held their breath and concentrated, feeling the breath of the mother tree.

Jinchen slowly closed his eyes.

The majestic divine consciousness covered the entire holy land of the elves, penetrating into every inch of land and every leaf.

When the divine sense swept through the deepest part of the huge root system of the Elf Mother Tree, a cold aura was triggered.

Jinchen opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to grab the mother tree out of thin air.

Under the elves' horrified gaze, a thick and strange black fog was forcibly pulled out from the trunk of the mother tree.

The golden holy flame completely engulfed the struggling black fog.

"The curse has been lifted." After Jin Chen finished speaking, he was also confused and looked at the huge elven mother tree thoughtfully.

Only gods can cast such a curse.

Since he was able to separate his original spiritual power in order to save the elves, only Zephyros could do it.

But what was he trying to do? Just to prevent the elves from praying?

Isn't that sick?

The elves cried with joy and knelt devoutly in the direction of Jinchen, shedding tears of gratitude: "Thank you, Father God! Thank you for your grace and salvation!"

Jinchen stopped cursing in his heart, raised his hand slightly, and signaled everyone to stand up.

After dealing with the affairs of the elves, Samuel was personally led by Jinchen with divine light and sent back to the Holy City Church.

This scene, once again witnessed by countless clergy and civilian believers, symbolizes God's favor and grace.

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One morning a few days later.

Samuel went to the temple alone for morning prayer, his holy face like a newly blooming snow lotus in the morning light.

Just as he was passing through the secluded side corridor, a beggar suddenly rushed out from the shadows beside him.

Samuel frowned slightly and subconsciously moved to the side.

But the beggar seemed to be targeting him. He rushed straight towards him and grabbed the hem of Samuel's white robe.

The beggar shouted hoarsely, his voice unclear, mixed with strong local slang and some extremely difficult ancient language.

Samuel frowned, "What did you say?"

But the excited words didn't seem like a request for help.

In the beggar's chaotic chatter, Samuel caught a few words of the common language, hidden among the incomprehensible gibberish.

And the words that Samuel could understand, when put together, were:

The god you believe in is not a god, but darkness, a false god, a liar, a godslayer who imprisoned the true god, Zephyrus.

Samuel stood there in a daze.

His eyes lost focus instantly, and the light of morning light fell on his face, but no blood was reflected.

In the shadows of the corner, Branwen covered her mouth tightly, barely suppressing a scream of ecstasy.

His heart was beating so wildly that it almost burst through his chest.

It worked! The method Father God taught really worked!

Taking advantage of a beggar who has no belief in God, is illiterate and only knows slang, he mixes the truth with confusing sentences.

The Dark Evil God cannot see such an existence!

Seeing Samuel's distraught look, Branwen could no longer hold back and rushed out from behind the pillar where he was hiding.

"Samuel! Did you hear that? Think about it! What exactly do you believe in?"

"His name is Jinchen, and he's the Dark Evil God! The true God of Light is Zephyros! He's the one who..."

After the beggar pointed it out, Branwen's words could also be heard.

But before he could finish his words, Branwen suddenly vomited blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

When Jinchen heard it, it was too late and he could only appear beside Samuel.