Chapter 141：Justice League

Zhou Yun Sheng knew that Brainless Sheng was going crazy again.

He watched Brainless Sheng kneel before the statue of the God of Light, lying on his knees sobbing, saying how happy he was when he received the red rose crown, he even asked the God of Light to take him to heaven. Then he straightened up, held the God of Light's face, and tried to kiss his thin lips.

If you dare kiss that, I'll kill you! Rational Sheng shouted in the subconscious.

Let me kiss him! Why do you always stop me from doing what I want? Brainless Sheng was in tears again.

The two halves of the soul were fighting fiercely in the subconscious, in real life, the boy was holding the Father's cheek, hovering very close to the statue's lips, his face showing both a desirous and struggling expression.

In the Ninth Heaven above, the Light God was sitting stiffly in his chaise, holding his breath in anticipation. The boy's warm, rose-like fragrance was in front of the statue, blowing into his face as a result, their lips were clearly not touching, but he still felt unsteady.

He was ready to act, the moment the boy kissed him, he would appear in front of him, embrace him, caress him, and take him away.

But suddenly, the boy released his hands, turned and quickly ran.

The Light God's anticipation went unfulfilled. He sat stiffly in a leaning forward posture for a long time, then slowly leaned back in his chair and sighed disappointedly.

Rational Sheng finally won a victory. He suppressed Brainless Sheng back into the subconscious and quickly ran back to his bedroom and fell on his bed. He felt physically and mentally exhausted, but his heart was still experiencing a violent struggle.

He didn't expect the God of Light to actually respond to Brainless Sheng. He burned Boel with divine flame, and gave Joshua a red rose crown with self-evident implications. Had he really fallen in love with Joshua? He'd once read on an online forum, only a 'shameless' person would chase after Prince Charming, that comment seemed to not be so nonsensical.

A shamelessness stat of Brainless Sheng's level could be considered rare.

But what about my lover? Maybe he'll seek me out soon, maybe we'll meet again when I go out to travel. Zhou Yun Sheng silently thought.

'The Father is our lover, it's unmistakable.' Brainless Sheng suddenly opened.

'Shut up, you're brainless, the judgment of a brainless person is definitely inaccurate. You're trying to lie to me, so it's convenient for you to be with the God of Light, right?' Rational Sheng sharply rejected his little mind.

Brainless Sheng was silent.

Rational Sheng continued, 'You know, if the Light God is not our true lover and we provoke him, the consequences will be very serious. He's the only god in this space, he's omnipotent, if he wants to imprison us in this space, we have no ability to escape.'

'Are you willing to stay here forever? Can you guarantee that he'll love you forever? You see, he doted on Boel Britte so much, and Boel Britte accompanied him for five hundred or so years, but now he's rejected and abandoned him. Do you dare guess how long he'll like you? Will it be longer than he liked Boel Britte? Maybe in a few hundred years, a more devout believer than you will appear in the temple, and he'll kick you to the curb and never look back. So, why don't you wake up and think about our future!'

The two halves of the soul engaged in a now familiar dialogue, Brainless Sheng was slowly calming down, sinking deeper into the sea of the subconscious, curled up into a ball. In real life, the boy was lying in bed, silently crying with an indifferent expression.

The Light God froze at this scene, he really wanted to cut open the boy's head to see what he was thinking. He must be having a struggle of love and faith again right? He's so sensitive and fragile, he felt embarrassed by his own longing for his god.

On the other side, the Pope ordered the guards to put Boel in detainment, then returned to his bedroom alone. He repeatedly checked his body with spells, and finally lost any hope that the Father hadn't reclaimed his divine power. He'd had half a foot in the realm of the demigods, but now, he was even lowlier than the average priest, and once the dark war broke out, he would be exposed and pushed from his godly altar.

'Damn that Boel Britte! You're not the Darling of God, you deceived me! You tempted me into the abyss of desire, and made me lose the sanctuary of the Father. I'm going to make you pay!'

He madly cursed in his heart, and wanted to mercilessly break all the furniture in the room, but was worried about causing a scandal, so he had to be patient. This was not his main temple after all.

'Yes, I must hurry back to my palace and think of a way.' Thinking of this, he immediately began to pack his things.

When he took out his scepter and his other priestly robes, he was aghast to find that the four light stones that was at the top of the scepter had shattered, and the inscribed oracle on his Holy Robe had vanished, it had changed from a golden glowing robe, into an old tattered rag.

He suddenly realized just how much had been given to him by the Father, and how much this punishment would cost him. In order to gain power, he had already cast aside his devout faith. He did a lot of bad things, but his strength never weakened, so he'd thought that the Father only occasionally looked upon world, and didn't know everything done in secret.

He was obviously wrong, the Father knew everything, he just didn't want to pay any attention to it. But, if his actions touched the Father's bottom line, the Father would take everything from him.

Now what? The Pope slumped on his bed, helpless.

Boel was held in a foul-smelling dungeon with several guards responsible for guarding him, they were whispering vivid descriptions amongst themselves, talking about the scene of his burning and exposed naked body.

"My God, this is the talked about Darling of God? My eyes feel tainted just looking at him. When I'm off duty, I'll go to the holy pool to wash them out. After being fucked all night, he shamelessly used the holy priests robe to cover his sins, this is blasphemy against the gods! No wonder the ever loving Father was enraged and sent down golden flame to burn him."

"No kidding! Why didn't the Father just burn him to death? I heard that Bishop Byrd had strongly objected to the coronation of the new Bishop, but the Pope insisted. Hey, what do you say? Don't you think those dirty traces on him were left by the Pope?"

"Ay, must be, otherwise, why did the Father burn only the two of them?"

The Pope's cronies heard these gossips and immediately ran to the temple to inform him. For the Pope's reputation, and to preserve the sanctity of the Central Church, Boel Britte couldn't stay.

Boel was ashamed to death, he hid in the corner of the cell, recalling his carefree life in the Temple of God, drowning in complex feelings.

"Father, please forgive my sins and take me back. I'm willing to offer you my soul. Father, have you forgotten, I used to nestle at your feet and sing, you would feel relaxed and look at me with loving eyes. That was the best time of my life Father. Father, I miss you, do you hear me?"

He knelt on the ground with his hands folded, eager to pass his voice to the Temple of God.

In the Ninth Heaven above, the Light God pointed to the water mirror and lightly asked, "Do you see?"

"Yes Father, I neglected my duties. Please give your decision." The god was revolted by Boel Britte's behaviors. A runaway servant dared to claim to be the Darling of God and used the name of the Father to gain power and status. If this was in the past, he might have a chance of forgiveness, but now, the Father had a real darling, how could the Father spare him?

"Dismiss all the servants in the Temple and take away the divine power and power of light in their bodies. They are not allowed to do the same and fake acting in my name. Anyone bold enough will be burnt to death by my divine flames." The Light God waved his sleeves.

The god vowed to execute the punishment and turned to retreat, the he heard the Father add, "And let them see all of Boel Britte's deeds as a warning."

The god bowed and retreated, then he gathered all the Servants of God, beings that were chosen from the lower realms, and promulgated the oracle. He used the time backtracking spell to show them Boel's experience, so they could understand why they were suffering such a fate.

The servants were all mortal, but when they came to the Temple of God, they were free from growing old, sickness and death. After such a carefree life, how could they be willing to re-enter the mortal realm and face suffering, old age and death again? Not to mention, as long as they stayed with the Father, they had the chance to please him one day and receive a godhead, becoming a noble existence, but now, they had nothing.

Before long, there would be many 'Darlings of God' falling from the mortal realm's sky.

The document declaring the Second Prince as Crown Prince was burnt to ashes by divine fire, and the crown rusted, which showed that the Father didn't want him on the throne. The King had only two heirs, the rest were illegitimate children born from mistresses. In order to avoid civil strife, he deliberately didn't train his illegitimate children, so they only knew how to eat and drink, not lead. Now, one heir died, and the other heir was rejected by the Father, he simply couldn't pick a qualified heir.

Without a future ruler, the imperial power would grow unstable, but what could he do?

In contrast to the King's distress, the late prince's wife was very happy. She held her three-month-old son and gently rocked him, humming a hypnotic song. He fell into a sweet sleep, and she carefully put him into the cradle, then ordered several master level warriors to keep guard on him.

She put on her plainest dress and slowly walked into the temple. She saw Priest Joshua sitting by the holy pool and carving puppets. His eyes were lowered, he looked infinitely gentle, and the golden sun shrouded him, illuminating his beautiful figure. A few butterflies had smelled his body's sweet rose fragrance and were hanging around him, refusing to leave.

He was so beautiful, so holy, quiet, and peaceful, even the chattiest servants were reluctant to speak loudly in front of him, afraid of disturbing him. This is the real person the Father adores, right?