readsfreenovel Chapter 494: Divine Grace Ceremony
Chapter 494: Divine Grace Ceremony
(After the Divine Grace Ceremony)
The pure white robe embroidered with gold thread shone like honey in the sunset. Lin Ci'an wore a silver crown inlaid with twelve moonstones, held a scepter of condensed light, and slowly walked down the steps of the temple. The projection of the colorful glazed windows gave him a divine halo, and even his eyelashes seemed to be covered with stardust.
He had just finished a three-hour long divine grace ceremony, and the pale golden afterglow of the overload of holy power still remained in his emerald eyes. The believers knelt on both sides of the red carpet, but no one dared to look directly at the holy face - except for the figure who should not be here.
(Corner of the corridor)
Chu Ziyu leaned against the stone pillar, the outline of the bandages faintly visible under his thin shirt. Three Templar Knights surrounded him, led by a trusted confidant of the Chief Judge.
"Look who this is?" The knight kicked over the medicine jar in Chu Ziyu's hand. "The Son of God's watchdog, is he not even worthy of wearing armor now?"
The brown medicine splashed on Chu Ziyu's trouser legs, but he just lowered his head to pick up the broken pottery jar. This action affected his back injury, and his knuckles turned white.
"I heard that when you were nailed to the rack, the Son of God didn't even look at you?" The knight's boots rolled over his fingers. "Yes, who would want to be crippled..."
The words stopped abruptly.
Chu Ziyu suddenly raised his head, a hint of blood flashed in his black pupils. But the next second, his expression returned to a forbearing paleness, because he saw the familiar holy figure at the corner.
(Lin Ci'an's perspective)
The Holy Son's scepter struck the ground heavily, and the three knights instantly knelt and trembled. But Lin Ci'an's eyes were only fixed on the figure leaning against the pillar -
Chu Ziyu's shirt collar was crooked, revealing the unhealed brand on his collarbone. He protected the bruise on his left wrist with his right hand, where the silver nail pierced through. The most eye-catching thing was the blood at the corner of his mouth, which was shockingly bright on his pale face.
"Your Highness," Chu Ziyu tried to salute, but stumbled. He hurriedly wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, but the blood was spread even further, "I just..."
Lin Ci'an suddenly reached out and pinched his chin, and his thumb roughly rubbed the bloodstain. The golden tassels hanging from the cuffs of the holy robe swept across Chu Ziyu's neck, forming a strange contrast with the lingering pinch marks.
"I let you stay in bed and rest." The Son of God's voice was colder than ice.
Chu Ziyu lowered his eyes and looked at Lin Ci'an's furious profile, and chuckled in his mind: 6872, how low has the blackening value dropped?
The mechanical sound flashed rapidly: Boss! It just dropped by 15%! The male protagonist's blackening value is now 65%! Your wound was exposed too timely!
The medicine seeped through the bandage and brought him stinging pain, but he squinted his eyes in pleasure: Look...the holy and pure sun is casting a shadow on me!
The knuckles of his fingers were crushed and made a slight sound. He watched Lin Ci'an crush the knuckles of the scepter: What a beautiful expression... much more vivid than the statue.
Chu Ziyu's eyelashes trembled, but his bloodstained lips raised an arc: "Your subordinate... wants to take you back to the palace."
The bloodstained fingers quietly grasped the corner of the holy robe.
This smile is so familiar - every time he was injured in the past five years, he used this expression to say "It's okay".
At this moment, under the setting sun, it looks as fragile as snow that is about to melt.
The holy light suddenly condensed, Lin Ci'an let go of Chu Ziyu's wrist, turned around and looked at the three Templar Knights who were still kneeling on the ground.
His expression remained calm, but the light wrapped around the scepter was like boiling molten gold, and the air was filled with suffocating oppression.
The leading knight rested his forehead on the ground, cold sweat soaking his back: "Sir, Holy Son... I am only following your orders..."
"On whose orders?" Lin Ci'an's voice was soft, but it caused the temperature of the entire corridor to drop suddenly.
The knight's throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, his face turned red and purple, and he couldn't utter a word.
Chu Ziyu leaned against the pillar, gently stroking the fingers that had just been crushed with his fingertips, and a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes: 6872, you see, he is angry.
For me~~~~
System: The sour smell of love, the appearance of being worthless
"........."
Lin Ci'an did not look back, but seemed to sense Chu Ziyu's gaze. His fingertips moved slightly, and a chain of holy light suddenly wrapped around the necks of the three knights, dragging them into the air!
"Do you like to crush other people's fingers with your boots?" he said lightly.