noffsinger Chapter 482 Distortion
Chapter 482 Distortion
Lin Ci'an looked down at the man who had slit his throat in his previous life, and a twisted pleasure surged into his heart. He slowly raised his hand, the lingering power of darkness still lingering on his fingertips, and gently touched Chu Ziyu's forehead.
"In the name of the God of Light, I grant you the seal of loyalty."
This was a non-existent part of the ritual. Lin Ci'an suddenly decided to see how far this "Chu Ziyu" could endure. A trace of dark power gathered at his fingertips, enough to make ordinary people scream in pain.
However, when his fingers touched Chu Ziyu's skin, something strange happened.
A dazzling light burst out from the point where the two of them touched. Lin Ci'an felt a strong suction coming from the point of contact, and the dark power in his body surged towards Chu Ziyu like a tide, and it seemed that some kind of energy in the other's body also flowed back into his body.
This feeling was both painful and pleasurable, like the soul being torn apart and reassembled. Countless strange and familiar images flashed before Lin Ci'an's eyes - Chu Yuntian holding a dagger against a woman's throat; young Chu Ziyu was tied to a laboratory table and screaming; he himself, no, it was Lin Ci'an in his previous life, who put on a robe for a wounded knight on a rainy night...
"Sir, the Holy Son!" The old deacon's exclamation brought Lin Ci'an back to reality. He found himself holding onto Chu Ziyu's shoulders tightly, while the other was also holding onto his wrists tightly. Their foreheads were pressed together, their breaths intertwined, and their postures were so intimate that they were almost ambiguous.
Lin Ci'an took a step back and forcibly cut off the connection between the two. A wave of dizziness came over him and he almost lost his balance. Chu Ziyu immediately stood up and supported him, his movements were so natural as if nothing unusual had happened just now.
"The ceremony is over." Lin Ci'an announced with all his might, "May the God of Light bless these children."
The crowd began to leave in an orderly manner, but the whispers continued. Today's abnormality was too obvious and would soon spread throughout the entire church. Lin Ci'an didn't care - he had more important things to confirm.
"Follow me." He whispered to Chu Ziyu, then turned to the other clergy, "I need to pray alone with my guards. No one is allowed to disturb me."
Through the side door, Lin Ci'an led Chu Ziyu into a secluded prayer room. As soon as the door closed, he turned around and pushed Chu Ziyu against the wall, holding his throat with one hand.
"Who are you?" Lin Ci'an stared into those bottomless eyes, "The real Chu Ziyu cannot resonate with the dark forces."
Chu Ziyu did not resist and let Lin Ci'an hold him. He even raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "I should be the one asking you this question, Lord Saint. The real Lin Ci'an should not have any dark power in his body."
Lin Ci'an tightened his fingers: "Don't play tricks."
Chu Ziyu was being pinched by Lin Ci'an's throat. On the surface, he looked like he was enduring the pain, but in fact, he was so happy that he almost laughed out loud.
"Darkness value +5, current darkness value 95." *System 6872 broadcast frantically in his mind.
"Don't play around, big guy. Your blackness is about to go off the charts."
Chu Ziyu whistled in his heart - yes, his wife was angry, so angry that she took the initiative to strangle him. Was she going to pin him to the ground and beat him up next?
He wished that Lin Ci'an would be even more ruthless, to the point of being so angry that his eyes turned red and his fingers trembled. The look of him trying to remain calm but on the verge of losing control made him so excited that his blood boiled.