I loaded the gods module

Chapter 124 Repentance
It was already late at night, but the confession hall under the night was still brightly lit. It stood above people's heads, spreading the grace of holy light like a bright lamp.

"My lord priest, my lord priest, I beg you to wipe away the evil in my heart..."

In the dark and narrow confessional room, someone lowered his head, whispering piously and restlessly.

"There are sins in the hearts of all people in the world, and the pure holy light will wash away all the darkness in our hearts."

Behind the black veil came the priest's loving laughter: "Tell me, my child."

"It's like this, my lord priest, I'm just an ordinary citizen in the middle-level district, engaged in an ordinary job in jewelry processing, and living a very ordinary and ordinary life..."

The man began to talk about his inner unease and anxiety, while the priest quietly listened to the other party's narration without saying a word.

"I work hard day after day just to give myself a better life, priest, is this wrong?" The man moved his fingers uneasily, he raised his head, longing for the priest's response.

"Of course, this is a great ambition." The priest gave a flat and brief evaluation.

"My job is very stable, and my salary is much higher than that of ordinary people, so I have a family, but...but I can't satisfy the ordinary life anyway..."

The man's face twisted slightly at this moment.

Indistinctly, a sludge-like sin crawled up his spine.

"Oh? Go on." The priest's originally flat tone changed, and he leaned forward: "What happened next?"

"I look at those enchanting jewels every day...you know, Father, whenever I hold them up to the light..."

The man's voice trembled slightly, and when the topic turned to desire, his face showed a certain intoxicated look: "Those refracted lights are so beautiful...they illuminate my soul, and always make me feel better. I forget the passage of time..."

"Everyone in the world has pursuits, this is a very normal thing, my child." The corner of the priest's mouth grinned, and he was already slightly excited.

"But I can't have them! Father, I can't have them!"

The man's words suddenly became sad, and he clenched his fists: "With my salary, I will never be able to get that 'Heart of the Ocean'!"

"Heart of the Ocean..." the priest repeated the name of the treasure. He tasted the taste of desire and let out a satisfied laugh: "What a nice title...it must be very beautiful, right?"

"Of course! Of course!"

The man's breathing became heavy: "That is the most wonderful treasure I have ever seen in my life. From the moment I saw it, it became the only meaning of my life!"

"That's great...go on, my boy..."

At this moment, the priest smelled the hint of madness from the man's gradually high-spirited words, and the pupils of the Holy Light Apostle glowed with starlight: "I can't wait any longer."

"I've heard that His Royal Highness, the only prince in Savile, likes those young bodies the most..."

The man's words paused: "And I happen to... have a daughter whom I love so much, her skin is as white as milk, her eyes are like the most beautiful black gemstones, and she smiles... like a holy angel Same."

"So... so I made a decision. I took my young daughter to the upper area of ​​the imperial capital and dedicated her to the prince's attendants..."

The man's words vaguely carried a strange tone, as if he was suppressing some strange emotions.

"And I was also appreciated by His Highness the Prince. I received a sum of holy gold coins that I could never spend in my life. I... I had this heart of the ocean on that day!"

The next moment, the man took out the fist-sized, dark blue flawless treasure from his bosom, and the light blue brilliance instantly illuminated the dark confessional room, illuminating the man's demented smiling face suppressing ecstasy.

"Congratulations, my boy."

At the same time, the two laughed wildly at the same time, the priest's eyes shone with golden starlight, and the invisible golden thread swayed above the man's head, like a dance.

The cocoon of faith is getting thicker and thicker.

After a long time, the priest finally stopped smiling, and asked again: "My child, what a wonderful decision this is, but why do you still have to confess to me?"

"Because...because when I got home my wife went crazy for some reason."

The man also suppressed his ecstasy, he withdrew the heart of the ocean, and after the blue light faded, his words became low again.

"She cried and asked me to give her back her daughter!"

An angry look appeared on the man's face: "That bitch even ran over and tore my hair, and threw my heart of the ocean on the ground! It's unreasonable! Then...then..."

The Holy Light believer's words became smaller and smaller: "I...I strangled that unreasonable bitch...Father...I am guilty...I want to make my confession to you..."

He raised his head, his pupils were full of mad desire: "Will the Holy Light forgive my sins? Father?"

"Of course! Of course! Of course the Holy Light will forgive your sins!"

The priest's joyful voice sounded in the man's ear, like the sound of heaven: "You have made the most perfect decision, your soul will ascend to the kingdom of heaven, and the gift of the Holy Light will—"

However, at this moment, the priest's voice stopped abruptly.

This made the man a little confused. He raised his head in a daze, and found that there seemed to be an extra outline on the opposite side of the black veil.

What followed were scalp-numbing sobs and whimpers, and the fishy-sweet breath burst out instantly, and the man felt his brain was blank.

"God... Father priest?" He stood up in panic, and pushed aside the black veil in the middle. In a panic, the blood-stained blue gemstone fell to the ground, lighting up the dim room.

The man saw the priest clutching his throat tightly, trying to stop the flow of blood, but unfortunately the cold blade was still stirring slowly in the center of his neck, black feathers fluttered down, and a horrible path was drawn on the priest's back. scary figure.

"I'm really fed up with your disgusting face. No one can redeem your sins."

Ron stirred the jackknife in his hand, and the young man's face was filled with a ferocious smile: "Don't worry, after I get rid of this hypocritical messenger of the Holy Light, I will be your priest myself, you inhumane offal."

"No! No!" The man felt as if all the blood in his body had condensed. He quickly picked up the Heart of the Ocean on the ground, as if he wanted to escape from the narrow confessional.

It's a pity that a crow shadow passed between his legs, the man only felt his knees go cold, and he fell to the ground. The indescribable pain instantly occupied all his thoughts like a nightmare.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

The man howled miserably in an instant. He saw his feet were broken at the knees, and the scarlet blood flowed out unstoppably, merging with the blood of the priest.

"Did you hear the screams of the believers of the Holy Light?"

Looking at this scene, Ron chuckled lightly. The young man lowered his head and looked into the priest's crazy eyes: "Where is the holy light that redeemed him? My lord priest?"

"You... this... blasphemous heretic..." The priest's voice became more and more weird, and inhuman ravings spread from his chest.

The night watchman instantly withdrew the jackknife in his hand, and jumped out of the narrow and dark confession room. Ron knew that the Messenger of the Holy Light could not die so easily, and he just cut the disguised human skin.

At the same time, the golden holy light exploded in the narrow room like a flame!Greasy tentacles stained with starlight crushed the blocking planks, and torrents of decaying dust rolled across the bright hall of the church in an instant.

"I will make you pay the price for blaspheming the Holy Light!!"

At this moment, the priest's body was completely torn apart, the Messenger of the Holy Light revealed his original appearance, one after another huge golden eyeballs gathered together, and the nerve tentacles behind the eyeballs danced crazily.

The eyes of the Holy Spirit watch them, so they actively become an extension of the eyes of the gods.

The burning flames on all the candlesticks kept flickering amidst inhuman roars, the huge body of the eyeball complex loomed in the dust, and those huge tentacles extended from its body, looking for the figure of the blasphemer everywhere.

"My lord priest, why can't my sins be forgiven?"

The youth's laughter echoed in the hall, the black crow's feathers fluttered down, and the cold light of the jackknife was hidden in the flickering candlelight, like a ghost in the dark night.

The berserk tentacles swept towards the sound source in an instant, smashing a piece of pitch-black crow feathers, the dust was swept away, and the hunter's figure was outlined in front of the eyeballs again!
"Why are sinners so easily forgiven by the Holy Light?"

The cold light of the jackknife turned scarlet!Several eyeballs were cruelly gouged out in an instant, and the priest's tragic hiss rose into the sky!

"Why don't your souls fall into the deepest, deepest hell?"

At this moment, there were red butterflies flapping their wings again, the crimson moonlight dyed the swaying candles red, and the whole space instantly fell into a deep dream, and the priest's miserable howl was isolated in the red abyss.

The complete figure of the young man was finally fully displayed in the priest's sight.

Black coat, white shirt, scrupulous neckline, and that ferocious scar, the night watchman with the blood of a witch held up a lantern in his right hand, and the light of dawn merged into the crimson dream.

The black crows and red butterflies gathered behind him, turning into a pair of huge black and red wings.

"Father, let the absurd confession stop here."

Ron put his left hand into the dazzling lantern, and he slowly pulled out the jackknife that was burning with the fire of dawn. The wings turned into butterflies and crows flapped and swept away all the noisy dust.

He made his own declaration: "It's time for your soul to go to hell."

"God blasphemer...what is your identity!!"

The wriggling eyeballs let out a sharp low cry, the priest almost used all his strength, and the crazy tentacles rolled towards the night watchman in the air from all directions!
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"I have too many identities."

The young man smiled and whispered softly: "The son of the witch, the night watchman of the Kingdom of Eternal Glory, the new sailor of Captain Ghost, and...an excellent employee of the Deep Sea Company."

"Remember my name, Father."

He raised the folding knife in his hand: "My name is Ron Gustav, and I am the guide who will lead you to hell."

In an instant, the flames of dawn devoured everything. Under the power of the crimson dream, the figure of the priest was wiped out, and his bloodshot eyeballs were scattered all over the place, remaining in the crimson dream forever.

Moonlight disappeared.

Ron was in a daze for a moment, he was still sitting in the narrow and dark confession room, the priest's body fell in front of him, his eyes were wide open, and he was dying.

"What did you do?! What did you do?! You blasphemous bastard!"

At this moment, the man's cries attracted Ron's attention again. He saw the man with his legs cut off lying on the ground, grabbing his trouser legs tightly.

"Bastard! Bastard! Without the priest's forgiveness, where do you want me to go to redeem my sin?!"

The man stared at the face of the night watchman with a distorted and sad expression. He was completely insane, so Ron pulled out his jackknife and cut the man's throat neatly.

In his opinion, there is really no need to communicate with such inhuman believers of the Holy Light.

However, the irony is that the man finally let go of the heart of the ocean in his hand when he was about to die, and he lay on the ground clutching his broken throat, twitching continuously.

"My... daughter... my... wife... are you here to pick me up..."

Viscous blood flowed from the man's throat, which could not be blocked no matter what.

"Heh...you have sold your daughter, you have killed your wife, and no one will come to pick you up."

Ron's indifferent sneer rang in the man's ear: "Falling into madness is the only ending for a pathetic follower of the Holy Light like you."

"No...no...no...I saw it, I saw them smiling at me...they...definitely...will come back..."

The man squeezed out a weird smile, but unfortunately the solidified black blood clot had blocked the wound on his throat, so that his words were slurred and extremely hoarse.

Then, he died.

At this moment, with the death of the man, Ron finally saw clearly what the so-called 'cocoon of faith' looked like.

Golden threads gradually emerged, like living creatures, they rolled up the man's soul that was about to sink into the abyss, and then hung it on the roof of the church.

Ron raised his head subconsciously and saw the dense sea of ​​cocoons.

They are crowded in the sanctuary, bathed in golden holy light forever and ever.

(End of this chapter)