[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

Tick.

Tick.

The scarlet blood dripped on the cold black marble floor, splashing bloody traces and seeping into the intricate and gorgeous patterns carved out.

The dazzling bright elements contained majestic power, penetrating his whole body, forcing Lanchester's elemental power to wail in pain.

Too pure, too powerful.

He couldn't resist.

That power was entangled with his light element, as if to tear the flesh and bones of his whole body.

That power came from all directions, and all eyes were glowing.

He cannot escape.

A strand of black hair hung down and melted into the thick blood.

After the Bathing of the Son

Lanchester lay in the little garden outside his house.

In this world, although his memory was vague, he was very clear about certain details. He remembered that he didn't like planting flowers.The reason is nothing more than because he is lazy, and Hua, who is too delicate, is very self-aware and doesn't think about it.

In Middleton, almost every family loves flowers and plants.Lanchester's small garden, although small in size, is also planted with many flowers and plants.Most of them are precious seeds and bulbs sent by nobles, other knights, and bishops.It's just that in the Holy See, most of the flowers are white, with few exceptions.

The aristocrats loved tulips most, and a rare species of bulb was hard to come by.

Many bishops like roses and lilies, and some like white mandalas without pistils.

The weather was still a bit cool during this time, and only a few flowers in the garden were scattered.

Lanchester sat on a deck chair by the garden, and the warm sunshine brought a little warmth.After the bathing day, most of the bishops were weak, and many affairs were done by the knights or the Holy Ministry, not to mention Lanchester, who was not in Middleton all the year round.

Squinting his eyes, Lanchester greedily enjoyed the soft sunshine for a while, and straightened his white teaching robe.

Baptism is about to begin.

Lanchester fell to the ground, and the chill from the floor spread to his whole body, making him shiver with cold.The black hair was scattered, and the blood was glued together with the hair, and he was powerless to care about it.This is the treatment of the Son of God.Lanchester forced a mocking smile.

His hands and feet were cold, and too many bright elements rushed into his body, soft and seemingly not aggressive.But he knew that every trace of the injected light carried killing and determination.The bishops unleash the power of light to purify and enhance the affinity of the light element.However, this is too much, too much, far too much for the human body to handle.The mouth was full of rusty taste, which was finally irrepressible, staining the pale lower lip.

Lanchester propped up his gradually chaotic consciousness and tried to raise his head.The holy body of the pope is submerged in the glow of the luminous element.

After the Son's Bathing Day, the three-day Middleton parade began.Devout believers trek thousands of miles to Middleton and follow them all the way to pray for the blessing of the God of Light.

Originally the Pope would be with the Son, but this time it was Masonfield.

"His Majesty the Pope."

Lanchester's voice was hoarse, and it seemed that saying one more word would be enough to break his vocal cords. The voice was as sharp as needles, and he couldn't contain his pain and resentment.

"why."

His black pupils were bloodshot, and he couldn't see his younger brother's face clearly.

"You know, Bishop of Lanchester, you have always known."

"Because of my sins, black hair and black eyes, huh?"

Frail syllables were squeezed out of pale lips, and Lanchester tried to stand upright. ,

The bright elements came majesticly, and the faces of the surrounding bishops were pale, and they issued anxious dissuasion.

When the pope died, the heads of various departments resigned automatically, waiting for the reappointment of the new pope.The heads of all departments are empowered by the Pope to make decisions and execute them, but the Pope retains the final decision-making power.

The eyelashes are wet with blood and physical tears.A white robe edge appeared in sight.

The power of light in the hands of the young Pope never stops.Ignoring the dirty thick blood and scattered black hair all over the floor, he bent down and approached Lanchester.His voice is small.Only two were allowed to be heard amid Lanchester's screams of pain.

"The oracle guided me. Unfortunately, you know, Lanchester, many years ago, before the teacher found us. The Pope never received the oracle again."

"And this is the last oracle."

"Black hair and black eyes, a child of light.

The source of the world, the balance of light and darkness. "

"You know, you know. The blessing of the Creator God, all of this has started many years ago. How to balance the darkness with the light, the teacher doesn't understand, and I don't understand either."

"We just know that God is gone, he's gone from us, he's not looking at us anymore."

"The darkness will be buried, and the light will remain forever."

The holy light lights up, and the forbidden spell is bright.

Trial.

The young pope stood in the prayer room, the blood on the pure white robe had already solidified into dark scars, entrenched on the hem and cuffs of his clothes.

Bishop Masonfield stood behind him.

"The parade of the Holy Son is over."

The Pope didn't speak, he kept his standing posture, and under the setting sun, his blond hair was hidden in the shadows.

"Your Majesty, where is he?"

Not surprised by Masonfield's keenness, the Pope's light blue eyes were empty and indifferent.

"The Holy Son will leave tomorrow, and the Trollope royal family will welcome the Holy Son to visit neighboring countries."

The Bishop's voice suppressed trembling;

"where is he?"

The pope stood here for two days, and he frowned. He had consumed too much light element, which made him a little weak.

"Get out of here, Bishop Masonfield."

The green pupils were full of sorrow, Bishop Masonfield couldn't help but took a step.He looked at the man's slender body wrapped in holy robes, the shadow made him look a little fragile.

He is always so desirable, but ashamed to be defiled, he is always so delicate and beautiful, making it difficult for him to restrain his throbbing like every time for many years.He finally couldn't help it, like what he wanted to do most and dared not to do for countless years, he reached out and tried to wrap his arms around his shoulders.

My Pope, my Lancelot.

"You know, I can't blame you, I can't question you, just please, tell me, why?"

Lancelot avoided his hand, and there was no warmth in his cold fingers.

"The oracle guides me."

Masonfield walked to the man's residence, the quiet baroque building, full of plants, just like when he left, Lanchester jokingly told him that Knight Commander Olson was bullied by his brother, and even ran to talk to him He complained.He also fantasized that when the cold pope would be like this, he would find a place to sit in the small garden in Lanchester and chat with them, even if it was the affairs of the Holy See, even if it was a high-level magic pattern.

Heather blooms, white, with soft slightly closed petals, Lanchester's favorite flower.

It's just that everything can't go back.

The old man grows weaker and weaker, and even if he is the pope of this continent, aging still follows his steps.

The Son of God with light blue pupils stood in front of him, and the light blue eyes showed a little sadness, like Middleton's rare rain. The raindrops accumulated in the light gray clouds, dyeing the blue with darkness and color. repressed.

"teacher."

"Son."

The old Pope's voice was as gentle as ever.

"The light is calling me."

The boy remained silent, his blond hair covering his expression.

He listened to the old man quietly, but the old man suddenly laughed.

"You know the secret, you know."

"Lancelot knows that Lancelot is following the guidance of the oracle."

"That ring, as long as he wears it, he can't hurt you, and he can't hurt anyone in the Holy See. The blessing of the Creator God, my teacher passed him on to me, and the last oracle left by the God of Light guides I found you."

Nodding, the boy's blond hair is more dazzling than jewels.

"When the next Holy Son returns, kill him, the light will return, and the gods will return."

"Student Union."

The old man smiled with satisfaction.

The author has something to say:

Weakly ask, are you all helpless about the names Lancelot and Lanchester? If many people can't tell the difference, the author Junjiu will change the name directly, but this will probably be more confusing. It depends on everyone's opinions.

The episode will explain why the protagonist will rush to the street, and why the younger brother doesn't like him.

The episode will explain, wait for me~

wait for me~

it is finally over.Pangpang's bad habit is to save some things until the episode, hehe, don't hit me.

Wretchedly fled away again.

So the kid Lancelot didn't hate his brother by nature, but he was influenced by his teacher.

Three seconds of grief for poor Lanchester.I really am a stepmother.