readsfreenovel Chapter 479 Dark Energy
Chapter 479 Dark Energy
As his life slipped away, Lin Ci'an felt an unprecedented anger and resentment. He couldn't die like this, and couldn't leave with the question of betrayal.
At the last moment before his consciousness was about to fade away, his fingers quietly drew a forbidden rune on the altar - time reversal, a forbidden technique that was said to be able to reverse time.
"At the cost of my soul..." Lin Ci'an silently chanted the spell in his heart, and the light power in his body collided violently with some kind of dark energy, "I want to know the truth... I want to make the betrayer... pay the price..."
A blinding light burst out from his body, instantly engulfing the entire hall. Before it fell completely into darkness, Lin Ci'an saw an expression of fear and regret flash across Chu Ziyu's face.
Then, everything returns to nothingness.
Lin Ci'an suddenly opened his eyes, cold sweat soaking his back.
The familiar dome, the familiar smell of incense - this is his bedroom in the cathedral. Outside the window, the morning light has just climbed up the stained glass windows, dyeing the images of the saints into brilliant colors.
He raised his hand and touched his neck with a trembling hand. There was no wound or blood there, only intact skin. But the cold touch of the sword blade was still horribly clear in his memory.
"Going back in time...really succeeded?"
Lin Ci'an got out of bed and staggered towards the bronze mirror. The person in the mirror was pale, with a faint dark blue under his eyes, but his emerald eyes were surprisingly bright, and it seemed as if there was a black flame burning deep in his pupils.
This is the price of the forbidden secret technique—a dark power that does not belong to the Son of God has appeared in his body.
There were regular footsteps outside the door, a rhythm that he had been very familiar with for the past five years. Lin Ci'an quickly adjusted his expression, and when the knock on the door came, he had already restored the dignified posture that a saint should have.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Chu Ziyu was wearing silver-white armor, with a sword at his waist, standing tall and handsome like a pine tree. He held the breakfast tray in his left hand and saluted with his right hand on his chest: "Good morning, Lord Saint."
The sun shines in from behind him, giving him a golden edge, making him look like a god. Who could have thought that one year later, this man would point the sword at his own throat?
Lin Ci'an dug his nails deep into his palms, but a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Thank you for your hard work, Ziyu."
Chu Ziyu placed the tray on the table with meticulous movements. He was half a head taller than Lin Ci'an, and his broad shoulders and narrow waist were more prominent under the armor, a standard knight's body shape. When he leaned over to pour tea for Lin Ci'an, a strand of black hair hung down from his forehead, making the lines of his profile even clearer.
"Today's baptism ceremony is scheduled for 10 a.m.," Chu Ziyu said in a low and pleasant voice, "The Bishop hopes that you can arrive early."
Lin Ci'an took the teacup and his fingertips inadvertently brushed the back of the other person's hand. If it were usual, this kind of subtle contact would be nothing unusual, but now - he clearly saw Chu Ziyu's wrist tremble slightly, and then returned to normal.
interesting.
"I have a headache," Lin Ci'an put down the teacup, "I want to go to the holy spring to meditate for a while before rehearsal."
Chu Ziyu immediately looked up, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "Do you need to call a doctor?"
“No need.” Lin Ci’an stood up and suddenly staggered.
Chu Ziyu reacted very quickly and held his arm. At that moment, the dark power in Lin Ci'an's body suddenly became agitated, like a beast smelling blood. He quickly pulled his hand back and saw a trace of surprise on the knight's face.
"I'll go to the Holy Spring by myself," Lin Ci'an said in a colder tone, "You go and prepare for the ceremony."
Chu Ziyu hesitated to speak, and finally bowed deeply: "As you wish."
When the footsteps faded away, Lin Ci'an breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at his palm, which still had the warmth from when he touched Chu Ziyu. Strangely, the dark power seemed to have a special reaction to that man.
This is not a good sign.
Chu Ziyu looked at Lin Ci'an's leaving figure, and recalled the plot of 6872 transmission in his mind.