kvmb Chapter 243: Transformed into a Hypocritical High Priest Who Covets the Godhead of Light (27)
Chapter 243: Transformed into a Hypocritical High Priest Who Covets the Godhead of Light (27)
Light Temple Prison -
Light and shadow overlapped before his eyes, and Qi Heng vaguely felt that he was hung on a rack, with bursts of pain in his wrist.
The slightest movement would make him turn pale in pain and groan.
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Qi Heng remembered that when he was discovered by the knight, he symbolically made an escape gesture for the sake of his character.
He was knocked unconscious by the hilt of the sword from the leading knight at the city gate.
Then, he has been in a coma until now...
His forehead was warm and blood was flowing out, staining Qi Heng's left eye.
My vision was blurry and red, and I could vaguely hear someone talking...
“Your Holiness, your knight was too ruthless and his forehead is still bleeding.
Do you really want to execute the priest?"
“He had the guts to disrespect the God of Light and secretly hide objects of faith of the God of Darkness and the God of Life under the temple.
He even deliberately approached the human form of the God of Light...
Damn this ambitious piece of trash."
Although the Pope of the Temple did not show up, he knew exactly what was happening in the outside world.
As a bystander, I can see things more clearly than ordinary people. The purpose of the high priest doing all this... is truly ambitious.
If ambition is too high and is not matched by the mental strength, it will end up being nothing more than a grinding stone.
"Killing him would be too easy... Don't you think so, Pope?"
"Oh?"
As the footsteps approached, Qi Heng could clearly tell who was talking to the Pope...
Too cheap to kill?
I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, because the original owner was clearly sentenced to death in the plot, and the sentence was to be served in two days.
A gloved hand touched Qi Heng's lowered cheek and rubbed it.
It slowly moved downwards with trembling, down the lips, chin, neck and finally stopped at the Adam's apple.
Further down is the pure white high collar that is unique to the temple priests. It is a waist-hugging style that Bishop John specially selected for Qi Heng.
Tear it up!!!
The priest's robe was torn in two by the man.
Under the robe were her full breasts that were heaving violently due to shock, and six not-too-exaggerated abdominal muscles.
Further down… The Pope’s eyes flashed under his mask. “John, what do you mean?”
"I would pay top dollar to have him as my slave.
Being a slave is worse than death, which is a thousand times more painful than being killed directly."
In front of the Pope, Bishop John's hands never stopped sliding to all parts of Qi Heng's body, arousing waves of indescribable pleasure.
Qi Heng finally reacted and twisted his waist to avoid John's touch, but his waist was pinched hard and pressed back to the cross.
"Awake? Former priest. Tell me why you believe in three gods at the same time?
You should know that this goes against the bottom line. The most important thing about faith is dedication.
How can you be pious if you pray to three gods at the same time? "
As soon as Qi Heng became a death row prisoner, Bishop John's attitude towards him suddenly changed.
The look in his eyes when he looked at Qi Heng was also mixed with other meanings.
It was so dark that Qi Heng felt inexplicably resistant and disgusted.
"..." Qi Heng didn't want to pay attention to John. He believed that if it was the original owner, he would do the same. The original owner didn't get along with John, so how could he be willing to pay attention to him?
John wasn't angry either. He smiled and pinched the man's bulging chest muscles, twisting them hard.
"what!"
The intense pain spread throughout his body like an electric current, and Qi Heng almost couldn't stand.
My body fell downwards, and the pain in my wrist became more severe than that in my chest.
Looking over, I saw that his hands were nailed into the cross with iron nails!
But his calves were weak and Qi Heng couldn't stand steadily at all. He was ready for the tendons in his hands to be completely destroyed by the iron nails.
Without his hands, Qi Heng couldn't perform magic...
"Former priest, do you want to destroy your own future? I thought you would run away, so I came here to watch you."
John forcibly held up the weak body, and he rubbed the hips with his hands as if it was not enough. His movements were frivolous. How could he be the gentleman John that Qi Heng had in mind?
The guy in front of me looks like a pervert who could go into heat at any moment!!
Qi Heng cannot die yet. No matter what happens, he must find a way to survive.
The hand on his chest did not stop, but pressed harder and harder, actually leaving bruises on Qi Heng's skin, leaving ambiguous marks.
"His crime is unforgivable. The death penalty will be carried out in two days. It has already been decided." He turned around and said, "You have two days to convince me."
The Pope paused and looked at the former priest Qi Heng who was being ravaged but held back a word, grinning and adding:
"You are the bishop of the Temple of Light after all, so be careful."
"Don't worry, I won't do it to the end. I have been coveting this pair of girls for a long time, and I will cherish them very much."
"... "
After taking a last look at Qi Heng, who was being treated like a slave and bullied, the Pope left.
"Xiao Heng... is cuter than I thought... It would be a shame if he died, wouldn't it?"
Qi Heng closed his eyes tightly, and a muffled groan in his throat was about to be suppressed.
He was taken down from the cross by John and his body was chained to a pile of hay in the corner of the cell.
The priest's robe was torn wide open, and his skin was bruised and blue from being pinched. He looked so pitiful.
It makes people who see it...can't help but develop more sadistic desires.
Before leaving the dungeon, John smiled and said that he would buy Qi Heng as a slave to serve him in bed.
Qi Heng ignored him, and John carried the limp man down and locked him in the most inconspicuous corner of the cell in the temple prison.
With the hay blocking the view, the patrolling jailers wouldn't even notice Qi Heng's presence.
"Xiao Heng, being my slave is better than dying...right?
Whatever your purpose was in keeping the objects of faith of the other two gods, it's all gone now, isn't it?"
John squatted down and smoothed back the bangs that covered the man's eyebrows, revealing the pair of black eyes filled with mist that he always saw in his dreams at midnight.
"How beautiful..." John murmured.
"Wait for me, it would be a pity to die like this."
Only after John left did Qi Heng move his stiff legs and arms.
Steel nails were inserted into his hands and he can't use them anymore, just like the original owner.
Qi Heng had prepared himself mentally before coming.
The only unexpected thing...
He lowered his head, looking at his priest robe that had been torn apart and the purple marks of ravage underneath the robe...
There were footsteps outside the prison door. The Pope came back not long after John left and looked down at Qi Heng.
The line of sight was as if real, sweeping up slowly from the toes, inch by inch.
Qi Heng frowned as he was stared at, and turned over tremblingly, letting the upper half of his body be buried in the hay, completely blocking the Pope's strange gaze that lingered on his body.
I seemed to hear laughter, but then nothing happened.
Qi Heng felt a burning pain on both sides of his wrists. He closed his eyes and circulated the light energy in his body. When the pain subsided, he gradually regained consciousness and thought about the next task.
The original owner was unable to cast magic, and the light energy he absorbed could only be used from within his body. If he continued his sentence after two days, he would only be waiting for death.
When on the verge of despair, the original owner tried to call upon the Dark God. He had no hope, but he did not expect that the Dark God actually responded to his believers. This made the original owner ecstatic and he poured out his grievances.
The Dark God, who is Dawn who has half awakened successfully, asked the original owner to offer his soul and life, and he would save the original owner as long as the original owner agreed.