Ranmuir ended up in the meditation room.

He walked silently past the pale-faced Prophet Elder. It was his grandfather, an elder who had admired him for fifteen years, who once held him in his arms and plucked white flowers and pinned them to his blonde hair.

However, at this moment, the teenager and the elder passed by.

Miko closed his eyes, and there was only a biting cold in his heart. He may indeed be innocent, but he is by no means unable to distinguish between good and bad intentions. But even if he could tell the difference, he was still stabbed with blood by the sharp malice.

The meditation room is the quietest part of the temple, and it is constructed somewhat like a better cell, and is used to repentance and contemplation for the priesthood who has violated the hadith.

Lanmuir meditated alone in it for seven days. He meditated, prayed, and recited the hadith, but his confusion and pain could not be relieved.

The Son of God's wisdom had made him see through the hypocrisy of the Elders, but in the Temple of Brett, all his questions were destined to be unanswered. Even if he walked out of the temple, in this country that hated demons, no one could solve his doubts.

Lanmuir realizes that he is trapped inside a huge cage.

With no way out, Lanmuir can only torture himself inward.

Serious thoughts and the guilt of "running away" repeatedly tormented his heart, and he became unthinkable, sleepless all night long, even if he was so tired that he fell asleep, but he was entangled in nightmares and woke up in horror.

He grew more and more emaciated day by day.

As Miko stayed in the meditation room for longer and longer, the rulers of the temple could not sit still.

The prophet elders and the worship elders visited many times, and at first they persuaded with good words, and then they turned into hard and soft words in an attempt to force the Son of God to obey.

When all these efforts failed, they called in Ranmuir's biological parents.

When the old saint and the old queen hurried to see the pale and emaciated Ranmuir in the meditation room, they could not help but feel sad—they fully believed the elder's statement, "The Son of God has been defiled in the abyss and bewitched by the devil," and they could not help but hold the child and wash their faces with tears.

Ranmuir has a word of suffering.

Just like the prophet threatened, even though he suspected that there was an unknown darkness behind the demons, there was no evidence in his hand that the silk room could say to people.

He could only whisper: "Father, mother, please don't worry, I'm fine.

In the face of his parents' tears and begging, Lanmuir had no choice but to walk out of the meditation room. The holy queen burst into tears and laughed, and hurriedly took out the newly made flower cake and sweet fruit tea from her arms.

> Lanmuir actually didn't have any appetite at all, but looking at the red eyes of the queen mother and the careful expectant expression of his father, he still reluctantly ate the food.

By the time you realize that something is wrong, it's too late.

After a few moments, the blonde boy fell into a deep sleep.

The old saint monarch held his son worriedly and handed it to the white-robed old man in front of him.

Elder, Lanmuir is a child favored by the Mother of God, and he will be fine, right?

"Of course.

The worship elders came to pick them up. The old man smiled and took Lanmuir over, and seemed to hold it in his arms very lovingly: "As long as it goes through a little simple purification, the Son of God will be well in no time.

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"The Prophet said. Let the Son of God go to the abyss, and the consequences are unpredictable. We didn't listen, and it was a mistake. ”

In the depths of the temple, four old men stood silently.

The sleeping Ranmuir was placed on the bed, surrounded by the worship elders, like four white pillars.

The elder's fingers slowly traced Ranmuir's haggard brows.

The old man's expression was complicated and gloomy: "Son of God...... Alas, the prophets and elders taught him too pure. Subjecting a flower grown in a greenhouse to a snowstorm will only result in dead remains.

"We ruined such a good child."

"He'll be back." The other worship elder said indifferently, a spell brewing in his palm.

"Even if he comes back, the Son of God is no longer the Son of the Divine Scripture. Perhaps, but does that matter?

Of course it doesn't matter.

These 100-year-old men quickly confirmed this answer with their actions.

Lanmuir. Brett, this is the idol they have carved in meditation. A beautiful and gentle teenager is naturally easier to gather the fanatical worship of the people than a group of old-fashioned and indifferent old men.

What's more, as the eldest son of the royal family, Lanmuir will inevitably ascend the throne in the future, and at that time, the royal power will also completely fall under the divine power. How can such a moving statue of a god be willing to let go?

Since it is mixed with impurities, it is not to their liking, so it will be broken and then melted, destroyed and put back together. It is better to drain that noble soul alive, than to leave a beautiful empty shell for worship forever.

And just like that, the inhumane torture began.

They took advantage of Lanmuir's slumber to cast a spell on him to vomit the truth, and then woke up the Son of God and tortured him

Everything seen in the abyss, especially the situation of the Demon King.

Lanmuir always resisted desperately. But there is always a limit to the will of human beings, how can they survive the fall of one spiritual spell after another? The interrogation lasted a whole day, and it was a hopelessly long time.

In the evening, the setting sun was as red as weeping swollen eyes. The worship elders finally got their wish and heard the tragic situation of the Broken Horn Demon King. When the big stone in their hearts fell, they looked at each other and smiled.

The old men concluded with satisfaction:

"In such a situation, the Demon King has no way to live!"

Not far away, the blonde boy was wet with cold sweat and his eyes were distracted.

He hung crookedly in a cold iron chair, twitching from the side effects of the spitting spell. The bound hands and feet were covered with bruises and purples, and they slammed down on the hard legs of the chair, making a clanging sound.

The worship elders were still laughing and talking, and no one paid any attention to him. The creepy sound of "bells" echoed in the sanctuary for a long time.

Squeak....

The door to the chapel was opened, and the Prophet Elder walked in with his scepter in hand. When he saw what was happening to Ranmuir, he frowned and sighed, "You've gone too far."

One of the Worship Elders said, "This was not our intention, but the Son of God resisted fiercely."

The Prophet Elder walked over and untied Ranmuir. Without saying a word, the blonde boy fell forward and fell into the prophet's arms.

The Prophet casts a spell to heal mental wounds, Rammiu

Breathing breathlessly, the terrifying convulsions finally stopped.

"Ranmuir...... Lanmuir?"

The prophet elder whispered the name of the Son of God: "Good boy, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt...... Don't be afraid, the elder grandpa is holding you, it's all over.

You have been contaminated with the filth of the abyss, and the purification ritual has just ended. It's all a nightmare, forget about it.

Lanmuir opened his mouth, unable to make a sound.

The Prophet poured some nectar water for him to drink, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, as if he were really caring for a sick child. "Ranmuir," patted him kindly, the old man, "you are too tired, get some sleep." Wake up tomorrow and you'll be able to forget all about your nightmares.

“…… I know. Lanmuir said suddenly.

"I am both a god and a prince." He hung his head and sneered weakly, "You don't dare to kill me, you can only try to destroy me like this.

The faces of the prophets and the worship elders changed. Become resentful

poison, and it is difficult to hide the fear.

They didn't expect that this young man like a greenhouse flower, a soft soul who had not experienced any hardships since childhood, would be able to unyielding to this.

The next moment, the light of mana rose in Lanmuir's hand, and the Prophet Elder jerked back, and the mana shaved off a strand of his hair and half of his eyebrows like a sword.

The four worship elders surrounded him, and the Divine Son was so weak that he couldn't stand steadily, and was soon suppressed on the cold ground again.

"It seems that the intensity of the purification is not enough." Elder Prophet said gloomily.

He pressed a palm against the top of Lanmuir's head, and the light of the spell resurfaced.

Lanmuir began to twitch again, tears oozing from the corners of his eyes, and a helpless throat sounding in his throat. He struggled and shook his head, but the mental spell still pierced his brain like a sharp knife, stirring up a soft blood.

The Prophet asked, "Son of God, are you wrong?"

"I don't ...... Woo, no......"

Disobedient children. You have made a great mistake, you have been bewitched by the devil and let go of the evil demon king; You have betrayed your people and defiled the pious faith!

No......

"Stop being obsessed. You are a sinner, and you can only be liberated by repentance, and has the Son of God forgotten even the Hadith?"

Belch......

"Son of God, answer me, are you wrong?"

This kind of questioning continued for a long time, and Lanmuir's beautiful eyes gradually rolled up, until only the bloodshot whites of the eyes remained in their sockets.

The Prophet added another layer to the spell: "Son of God, do you know that you are wrong?" I...... Belch...... Wrong......

"It is the most evil demon king who has bewitched you and tempted you to make mistakes; The Demon King cursed you cruelly again, causing you to go insane when you returned to the human world, did Miko remember?

No......

The four worship elders looked at each other and began to cast spells. The Prophet said, "The demons are damned, has the Son of God remembered?" Ranmuir burst into a miserable cry suddenly, straightening up, and ...... Mother of God...... Save...... Ahhhh......h

The demons are damned, did Miko remember?

"No, no......"

I don't know if it was the twelfth or thirteenth round of questioning, Lanmuir suddenly let out a long breath, tilted his head and did not move, his emaciated chest was deeply sunken, and he did not take a breath for a long time.

/ > the elders woke up. They were angry at the boy's resistance to the death, and they had long forgotten the seriousness of the attack. Now that the Son of God is really going to die, he knows that he is afraid.

In a panic, they threw several healing spells into Lanmuir's body, and scrambled to rescue them.

"Ranmuir, Ranmuir! Don't scare grandpa, good boy, breathe quickly......"

Good boy, be strong, yes, breathe ......

The Prophet's wrinkled palm rubbed against the blonde boy's heart, until he heard Ranmuir cough twice and began to gasp again with difficulty, and then wiped away the cold sweat of the bean.

"Send Miko back to his bedroom." The Prophet said in a deep voice, "I think the Son of God must have repented."

In this way, Ranmuir was sent back to his bedroom, unconscious for several days.

No one doubted that neither the old saint monarch nor the knight Gilbert of the Son of God believed that Lan Muir was killed like this by the demons.

Who would doubt the esteemed Elder of the Temple? Over the years, the elders have lovingly taught the Son of God, and everyone has seen it.

Lanmuir slept for five days before waking up.

It was early in the morning when I woke up. Miko slowly sat up from the bed, her eyes were blank, and she held her temple in a daze and said, "I seem to have had a very strange dream.

Gilbert, who was standing by the bedside, was pleasantly surprised to serve the Son of God to get up, and Ranmuir changed his clothes and went to the floor, washed up, and closed his eyes in prayer. His expression was serene and sincere, as he had done every morning in the previous fifteen years.

While eating breakfast, the blonde boy chewed the food slowly, frowned and tapped the silver plate with his knife and fork, and said, "I seem to have forgotten something important."

Gilbert remembered the prophet's elder's instructions, and hurriedly said, "Don't think about it, Lord Miko, don't think about it. ”

The elder said that the Son of God must have experienced something cruel in the abyss, and the thought of it would only add to the pain, and perhaps he would fall into the curse of the demon again.

Lanmuir nodded obediently: "Well, I don't want to."

Gilbert went to open the curtains, the weather was fine today, and he wanted to let the god son who had been in bed for many days bask in the sun.

When the printed curtain was pulled open, the knight couldn't help but raise his arm to block it. It was the bright sunlight shining through the glass windows, so bright that it was a little dazzling.

Gilbert turned his head, smiled and was about to speak, but was stunned for a moment.

Ranmuir, who sat at the dining table, was completely enveloped in the sun, and his long dark blonde hair was as bright as a burning cloud. There was a smile in the eyes of the Son of God, but he looked sad for no reason

The light fell empty outside the window in the distance, and I didn't know where to look.

…… Jill.

Ranmuir's voice was low, quiet, as if he were singing, Tell you a secret, I had a very strange dream.

"I dreamed that I went to the abyss, where I met a demon." "He cursed me ......"

"From now on, whenever I see the sun or flowers, my soul will ache."