Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Garen did not enter the royal city with Jiang Xinlian. He stayed in a village not far away.

When Jiang Xinlian found him, he was standing by a pond, with his head down, showing neither joy nor sadness, very much like the statues standing in the Vatican.

"Father God!"

Jiang Xinlian swam slowly to his side, unable to hide her happiness on her face: "I'm happy, let's go back."

Galen looked at the bulging bag behind her.

"Well, this is, yes, I picked it up."

Xiaoyu lowered her head guiltily, facing her father's gaze, and added in a low voice: "Well, it was confiscated..."

She slapped the short-sighted man to death. After being shocked, the knights of the Holy See immediately rushed forward with swords in hand, trying to capture her.

Jiang Xinlian slapped each of them fairly. Of course, this time she knew that humans were very fragile, so she restrained her strength and gently slapped them away.

After one circle, there was no one standing around.

All the guards of the Vatican were defeated by her. This is a good opportunity!

So she rolled up her sleeves and took off all the jewels and diamonds on the ceiling of the Vatican.

She hugged her spoils aggrievedly: "Don't take them away from me."

At this time, how would a human father educate his children?

Garen was not quite sure. He raised his hands and clenched them into claws in front of his chest. A faint golden light was drawn from his chest, and tiny strands of light, like golden threads, gathered in his palms.

Jiang Xinlian opened her eyes wide and stared intently.

The end of the golden thread was red, and thousands of strands were entangled and merged. When it finally calmed down, a drop of water that blended red and gold was suspended in the palm of God's hand.

"Well!"

Jiang Xinlian stared with eyes wide open, circling around the god.

Touch her, touch her!

She was so anxious that she almost turned into a little monkey.

Garen gave her the drop of divine blood and watched her quietly as she held it in her hand, unable to let it go.

"For me, for me?"

She has a pair of sparkling eyes, with a childish and carefree look.

Galen nodded.

"Great!"

She wagged her tail happily, circled around him, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Dad. You're the best!"

Garen looked at her, touched her head, and smiled faintly with the corners of his mouth raised.

God has no sadness or joy, and cannot feel any emotion. He does not get angry, nor does He get happy. But now, He smiled, and it was such a strange smile.

Jiang Xinlian stopped and looked at Him in confusion.

Why, why is it that he is clearly smiling but looks a little unhappy?

Those green eyes looked at her smiling face gently, but every inch of their gaze revealed helplessness, and even turned into silent sadness.

The little mermaid didn't understand. She tilted her head and wanted to ask, but the next moment, she startled and felt someone approaching.

A faint singing voice came from the distance, not from one person, but from many people singing in chorus, one voice after another, forming a magnificent and sacred melody.

"Well?"

Jiang Xinlian looked in the direction where the singing came from in surprise.

It was not until the singing got closer and closer that she finally heard the content clearly and realized that it was a hymn.

"The sun was created because of Him, and all things were created because of Him.

The omniscient and omnipotent God

He rules over all things and is the only master of the earth.

Light, Father God who controls light!"

Jiang Xinlian knew that humans were madly worshipping the Father God, but wasn’t this a bit too exaggerated?

She looked at the approaching crowd, stunned to see how they seemed to feel no pain, falling to their knees in unison like puppets with a plop,

They couldn't have sung all the way here, could they?

The tip of her tail curled up in shame.

"My God"

The cardinal leading the crowd knelt on the ground, calling the name of God devoutly. He was unaware that his feet were bleeding from running day and night.

"I sensed your arrival, and came to welcome you back to the Vatican."

He straightened up slightly, feeling ashamed and angry: "I never thought that there are people in this world who don't recognize your face. It's all my fault that I haven't been able to spread your great name to every land."

The man behind him knelt forward, and the bishop took the golden fruit from the man's hand and raised it high:

"The believers have judged the sinner who blasphemed our God. The treasure bestowed by God is our eternal glory!"

That golden fruit...

Jiang Xinlian felt it carefully and indeed smelled the scent of the woman selling fruit.

It was not just the smell, but also the smell of that woman's blood.

God did not speak, nor did he look back.

The believers prayed to the statue day and night, and had long been accustomed to the silent god. They held high the golden fruits given by God, shed tears, praised the greatness of God the Father, and sang hymns of light.

"Light, without you, the world will fall

Without you, all living things will perish

Only devout believers can bask in your glory."

……

They killed their own kind and were ecstatic about it; they held golden fruits stained with the blood of innocent people and sang praises to the gods loudly.

Every hymn and every song shocks and impacts the spirit in a strange way.

Jiang Xinlian's soul was not complete, and she felt a little uncomfortable, so she rubbed against Garen uncomfortably.

"woo"

But this time, God did not stroke her head to comfort her; He remained motionless.

"Well?"

She looked at the Father God in surprise, and then her eyes widened in surprise.

what is this!

The singing seemed to take on a physical form, transforming into wisps of black air that pounced on the gods like greedy poisonous snakes.

The black air wrapped around God's wrist in circles, spreading continuously, like shackles, tightly entangling His arm.

He was not hurt, and the only one who could hurt Him and kill Him was the one who had ordained His death.

However, enough resentment can also drag Him into darkness.

"Father!"

Jiang Xinlian was anxious. She followed the direction where the black air came from and swung her tail towards the crowd who were still singing loudly.

The singing stopped, the crowd was overturned, the bishop carefully wiped the blood splattered on the golden fruit, and kowtowed heavily:

"It is my incompetence that has defiled the treasure bestowed by God."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed his neck without hesitation.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the bishop fell to the ground with a smile on his face.

The rest of the people turned a blind eye and another person picked up the golden fruit and continued to chant.

The black energy was not interrupted.

Jiang Xinlian looked at the increasingly thick black fog, and her stupid brain finally understood.

The black fog has existed for a long time, but now, Father God can no longer cover it up.

The source of the black fog is human beings.

She looked at the surging black fog stupidly and stretched out her hand.

The moment his fingers touched the black mist, countless resentments and cries flooded into his mind.

"Almighty God, you protect us, so why did I die so miserably at the hands of your followers?"

"The Church killed me. Why? Why didn't you save me? Why did you let them do evil?"

"God, God, God! Why don't you save us!"

……

Strong emotions hit her spirit, Jiang Xinlian swayed, feeling so uncomfortable that she almost fainted.

"..."

Garen raised his hand and pressed his fingertips against the little mermaid's forehead. The faint golden light drew her discomfort and distress towards himself.

The wrinkled little face gradually relaxed, she half-closed her eyes, the peace of mind and warmth enveloped her, making her feel sleepy.

"father……"

She grasped His hand with difficulty, and in her misty vision, she seemed to see a drop of water sliding down God's cheek.

But God has no sorrow or joy.

She thought vaguely, closed her eyes with peace of mind, and fell into a sweet dream.

The chanting crowd stopped singing, slowly closed their eyes, and fell into a deep sleep;

In a distant town, a woman returned home intact and greeted her neighbors with a smile:

"Oh, by the God of Light, everything goes well today."

Fathers protect their children, and gods protect all things.

In the past, the gods created a prosperous era, but now it is time for the gods to end.

"Little Fish, if you believe me, then kill me."