novelaction Chapter 488 The Last Supper (19)
Chapter 488 The Last Supper (19)
"You actually don't want to become a believer in the Lord! You know, everything we have comes from the Almighty Lord!"
His voice became increasingly high-pitched, with an almost crazy piety and paranoia, and his chest heaved violently, as if this belief had become one with his life, and would not tolerate any questioning or blasphemy.
"How could you, how dare you not thank Him?! The Lord gave us the meaning of existence. It was He who guided us in the darkness, and it was He who allowed us to be reborn!"
There was anger in his words, but also a kind of paranoid sadness. His fingers trembled slightly with excitement, and his clenched fists almost made a creaking sound.
The mixture of piety and anger made him look both fanatical and desperate.
He seemed to be yelling at the boy, or praying to the statue, his voice revealing deep disappointment and confusion.
"Why don't you understand? Why don't you repent? The Lord can forgive all your sins if you pray with gratitude and sincerity!"
His eyes were cold, filled with contempt for the boy and disappointment in his failure to live up to his expectations.
It seemed that the boy in front of him was not a stubborn child, but an incurable traitor and a completely depraved sinner.
The candlelight danced on the man's face, and his eyes, in the interweaving of light and shadow, carried a coldness that penetrated deep into his bones, forcing the young man to bow his head and obey under the weight of this piety.
He gave the boy one last deep look, then turned and left.
The man's footsteps gradually faded away, and the church fell into silence again, with only the candlelight swaying slightly in the wind, making a slight crackling sound.
The young man lowered his head, breathing softly, but at this moment a slight sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He slowly wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, supported himself on the ground and stood up. He raised his head and looked coldly at the tall statue in the center of the church.
The candlelight cast mottled shadows on his face. His voice was low and cold, yet full of endless sarcasm:
“Why would anyone believe in you?”
The moment he finished speaking, he turned his head slightly, and his eyes seemed to meet Xiao Huai who was watching all this.
The young man tilted his head back and smiled lightly. His dark eyes were like sparks in the dark night, tenacious and dazzling.
He slowly turned around and cast his gaze once again at the statue in the center of the church. The god worshipped by thousands of people was now just a cold stone sculpture in his eyes, without any sacredness or majesty.
"I don't believe you, not only that—"
His voice was cold and clear.
Lu Yuanshi slowly raised his hand, his fingers sliding through the air, and invisible power condensed in his palm with his movements.
Power surged at his fingertips, gradually gathering into an aura that could not be ignored.
He stared directly at the statue, "I will destroy you..."
As the words fell, his fingers suddenly clenched tightly, and the invisible power surged out of his hands like a tide, rushing straight towards the statue.
The next moment, a violent force filled the entire church, as if a dormant storm was suddenly awakened.
The statue began to tremble, cracks began to spread from the base, stone chips flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.
The face of the statue gradually twisted amidst the interweaving cracks. With a dull thud, the statue finally collapsed, and the rubble flew all over the church, hitting the cold ground heavily with a loud noise.
The candle flame was picked up by the storm and extinguished.
In the darkness, only Lu Yuanshi's laughter could be heard.
The scene suddenly changed, and Lu Yuanshi was no longer a teenager. He was sitting at a long dining table, turning the cup with his fingers boredly.
Broken tableware was scattered on the dining table, and the dim candlelight flickered weakly, as if it would go out at any time.
Around him, five moldy corpses were lying in a mess, some lying on the table, and some half leaning on the back of the chair.
The sight of giants was disgusting, with bugs crawling among the rotting corpses. Those densely packed little creatures were like a nightmare gathered on the rotten flesh, emitting an unbearable smell.
The man sat at the head seat of the dining table, his mind somewhat unclear, his eyes hollow, his face pale, like an empty shell with only the breathing left.
Lu Yuanshi's eyes were cold. He stood up, holding a cup full of liquid in his hand. The liquid had a sticky luster in the dim light.
He walked over to the man and brought the cup to his lips.
Lu Yuanshi smiled, and there was a sick cruelty in his smile. He suddenly pinched the man's chin and forced the liquid in the cup into his mouth.
The liquid slid down the corner of the man's mouth and wet his robe.
Lu Yuanshi leaned down, put his head close to the man's ear, and said in a low and cold voice: "I'm not sick, you are the ones who are sick."
His smile deepened. It was a smile of extreme indifference. There was no warmth in his eyes, only deep disgust and ridicule.
The candlelight distorted behind Lu Yuanshi's figure, casting a blurry shadow. His laughter echoed in the silent restaurant, strange and creepy.
Until the man fell back into his seat limply, unconscious, with residual potion still flowing from his mouth.
Lu Yuanshi stood up straight and looked down at the empty cup, as if all this was just a boring game.
He raised his head again and looked at Xiao Huai.
This time, the two of them no longer seemed to be in a relationship of spectator and being observed.
There was a dangerous atmosphere in the air. Lu Yuanshi's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes showing a sly look. He spoke softly, his voice like a whisper: "You've been watching for so long, do you want to join?"
Xiao Huai looked at him coldly, with no emotion in his eyes, and finally said softly:
"Have you had enough fun?" Xiao Huai paused for two seconds and read out the man's real name, "Loki."
As soon as he finished speaking, his originally cynical smile froze, and a low laugh escaped from his throat.
The inky eyes instantly turned amber, with faint black runes hidden deep in the eyes.
"How did you find out?" Loki slowly walked towards Xiao Huai.
Xiao Huai looked at him indifferently, "Would you believe my intuition?"
Loki raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him lazily.
"Your intuition is always accurate. Although I did overact a bit, I didn't adapt too much." Loki snapped his fingers, and Xiao Huai saw a pile of corpses.
He continued, "What kind of person is the Chaos God in your mind? A gentle, kind... a good person?"
When he said the last word, the smile on Loki's lips deepened, as if he felt that the words themselves were full of absurdity and irony, and even he himself couldn't help laughing.
In the blink of an eye, Loki was close at hand, staring intently into Xiao Huai's eyes.
"What is chaos? Moody and unpredictable. Suppressing one's true nature will ultimately lead to self-destruction. But look at these, these worlds are what they look like when he follows his true nature."
Loki opened his palm in front of Xiao Huai at an uncatchable speed, allowing him to see countless worlds.