The male lead is coming to the bowl(PART 2)

Chapter 145 Blasphemer 6

    When the whole city was cheering for Yatlan, Ryan's eyes never moved away, and he looked at the man standing in the flowers.

    He saw elves flying out of the flower buds, dancing around Chris. Chris stretched out his hand, and an elf flapped its colorful wings and gently landed on his fingertips.

    Chris finally showed a faint smile, which was very light, but in Ryan's eyes, it was more dazzling and moving than any gem.

    She was like a bright moon hanging alone in the night. People walked forward in the darkness, and her light was their only faith and hope.

Ryan looked at Chris, his eyes flashing, and strange emotions surged in his heart. He gently pressed his chest that was thundering like a drum, suppressing his restless mood. He thought, maybe Chris was not as indifferent as he thought.

    But he still didn't understand why she could bear to watch the people on the continent struggling between life and death.

    I thought that Chris's identity would be exposed, but I didn't expect that Caitlin would kneel in the direction of the Moon Temple, folding her hands in a supreme etiquette.

    "Most High Chris, Chris must have heard our prayers and sent messengers to bring down miracles for Yatlan. Your people will follow your footsteps for the rest of their lives. Please accept the insignificant offerings from your faithful believers..."

Caitlin knelt on the ground, whispering prayers to the Moon God. Not only her, but several injured knights also knelt straight in unison. The city was a spectacular scene of people worshipping. Their expressions were equally excited and pious, as if they had finally found the direction of hope in the darkness. Countless prayers

    rang in Chris's ears. She saw countless golden threads pouring into her body, repairing and nourishing her body. However, compared with the divine power she had just used to purify the magic energy of the entire city, the power of faith in a city seemed too weak in comparison, and it was only enough to keep her from losing her composure after exhausting herself.

    In order not to appear too different, Ryan also knelt on the ground and prayed with his eyes closed. It was unknown whether his prayer could be conveyed to Chris.

When everyone finished praying, Chris had already disappeared.

    People who were caught in the joy of surviving the catastrophe did not realize the arrival of Chris.

    This day was a day of great significance to everyone in Yatlan. They understood that God had not abandoned them, so what did they need to fear?

    And this day, in order to commemorate the moon god Chris, was also called "God's Descent Day" by later generations.

    In order to celebrate the advent of miracles, the people of Yatlan held banquets one after another, and there was a joyous scene everywhere, which was very lively.

    On this special day, the Moon Temple was preparing to hold a sacrificial ceremony to express gratitude and respect for the gift of God.

"Supreme Chris, your devout believers have held a sacrifice for you. If possible, I hope you can go." Ryan came to Chris's residence, knelt on one knee not far from Chris, and bowed his head respectfully.

    "No, I know everything that is happening on this continent. Thank you for your kindness."

    Chris's voice was still ethereal and distant. She sat on a vine formed between two trees, which was covered with white and pink flowers. She was surrounded by flowers.

    Ryan couldn't help but look at the man. He didn't know if he saw it wrong. He always felt that Chris's originally gorgeous and shining silver hair seemed to be slightly dim.

    "You can leave now."

    Perhaps his gaze was too offensive, Chris ordered him to leave.

    Ryan didn't dare to disobey. He lowered his head and turned to leave. However, after walking a few steps, he turned back. He knelt on the ground and walked.

He performed the highest etiquette and said respectfully: "All-knowing and all-mighty Chris, I have a question, I hope the Lord God can solve it for me."

    "Speak."

    "Since everything that is happening on this continent cannot escape your eyes, then Chris must know that because of the invasion of the demons, the people of the Saint Shuer Continent have suffered and been displaced. Can you also see their suffering?"

He said these words with some risk, but everything Chris did today made Ryan feel that she was not so cold.

    Whether she was impulsive or had compassion, it was just a matter of raising her hand for the gods, but it could save tens of millions of lives on the continent.

    "I can see, but I can't help them." The voice of the gods was flat without a ripple.

    Ryan's mood instantly hit the bottom, and disappointment surged up. It was hard to say whether he was disappointed for those helpless people or for the cold and ruthless god in front of him.

    Or both.

"Why?" Ryan almost blurted out, he was eager to get a reason.

    If the gods can really be so indifferent and turn a blind eye to the suffering of all living beings, then why do they accept the kneeling of believers and let them struggle day after day relying on illusory beliefs?

    Why did Chris save the people of this city today, but leave them with a desperate future?

    "This is a test." The god gave a cruel answer. He looked at the young man kneeling on the ground indifferently. He certainly knew how much indomitable and angry the lowered head was. "Chris can't protect them forever. Even if they are gods, there will be a day when their lives will die. They must have the power to fight."

    If they have the power to fight, then this continent will not need gods.

Just for the so-called test, tens of millions of lives on the continent have paid a painful price. What is the meaning of such a test!

    Although he was upset, Ryan was calm and didn't speak.

    "Leave here!" Chris's words were commanding. She frowned slightly and showed forbearance.

    Ryan bowed and strode away, his heart churning with complex emotions. Halfway through, he stopped and slowly calmed himself down.

    What Chris said just now always made him feel like a lump in his throat. Could it be that this is the god that this continent has been worshipping and loyal to for thousands of years?

    A test?

    It's ridiculous to justify his inaction so high-soundingly!

    Although Chris's indifference did not surprise Ryan too much, he still felt sad for those who still believed in Chris.

    She and Chris, who purified the city's magic energy, were like two different people just now. He saw Chris smiling at the newborn flower elves with ease and tenderness, and then turned his face and became extremely cold.

No matter which one is the real her, he will no longer believe that the so-called god will save the world.

    "Brother Ryan, why did you go for so long? Didn't Lady Christine come? What a pity." Caitlin held a plate of exquisite and delicious pastries in her hand and looked behind Ryan, but she didn't see Christine. She was a little disappointed.

    "Sorry Caitlin, Master Christine needs to rest." Ryan had a little apology on his face, and touched Caitlin's hair soothingly, as if he was not affected by what he said just now.