Chapter 85 You Became God's Chosen One (Sixth Update)

Deya and Patricia followed the Dark Moon Pope and walked into the temple.

Deya is actually very familiar with the interior environment of this temple.

In the recollection of the previous world, he had made a detailed exploration of the entire temple in the form of 'ghost'.

But at this time, Deya was thinking about a problem that he had never noticed in the past.

Why, he hadn't seen anyone of any other race besides humans?
When in Abrana, Deya had seen other half-elves besides Camille.

But apart from that, Deya had never seen any pure-blooded elves, nor had he seen any dwarves, let alone any other races like demons.

Although Abrana is not as big as the capital of the Narbo Empire, it is still a big city.

It is a bit strange that there are no other races in a big city.

Especially now that I think about it, it seems that everyone is very disgusted with other races, even if they have never seen them with their own eyes.

Is there some secret hidden here?
While he was thinking, the Dark Moon Pope brought him to the destination, and Deya also withdrew his thoughts.

He looked up and found this place was also familiar to him.

In front of him was a statue of the Dark Moon Goddess, and beneath the statue was a smooth stone slab.

Only certain people can see what is on the stone tablet, which is the Enochian language (Dark Moon).

And this is also the place where Deya learned Enochian language in his memories of the previous world.

The Pope stopped, stood in front of the statue of the goddess, tapped his body several times devoutly, and drew a holy emblem.

"The goddess ordered me to bring you here. I have completed my mission. Please allow me to leave."

The Dark Moon Pope's old face was full of sorrow. Although his eyes were firm, there was also an indescribable fatigue.

At this time, the situation of the Dark Moon Church was close to collapse, and the last line of defense was crumbling.

When the defense line is breached, the Dark Moon Church will fight a final defensive battle.

The church was destroyed during his term, and even if he died, he would not be able to face the goddess.

The church could not find a way to win, so when it received the oracle, it was like it had grabbed the last straw.

They regarded Deya as their savior.

"Thank you for your help, Your Majesty."

Deya also carefully drew a holy emblem in front of him.

The Dark Moon Pope nodded slightly and stepped back.

In the dim room, only Deya and Patricia were left.

Patricia's body floated in front of the statue of the goddess, and there seemed to be a sense of realization and recollection in her scarlet eyes.

For a long time,

Patricia said in a gentle voice: "Are you ready, Deya? You came here just for this moment, right?"

Deya nodded slightly.

"The Mother Goddess has fallen."

Patricia, speaking blasphemous words in the church of the Dark Moon Goddess.

But she was right, the Dark Moon Goddess fell seven hundred years ago in the present world.

The puppet's face was more serious than ever before: "Although the Mother Goddess has fallen, Her power has not disappeared and has been lingering on this land.

And this ownerless power will eventually dissipate with the passage of time."

Patricia looked at Deya with her beautiful eyes: "The only ones who can use the power of the Mother Goddess are the Mother Goddess herself and the chosen people granted by her.

Theoretically, this power can no longer be used, but now, you have found the only chance."

Deya just listened quietly to Patricia's words.

The puppet looked at the statue of the goddess again and said, "Although this is just a world memory, the ritual site is real, and you have completed all the prerequisites to become the Chosen One of the Dark Moon.

Deya, I ask you, are you willing to accept the gift of the Mother Goddess and become her chosen one? "

Deya drew the holy symbol again and said seriously, "I do!"

"very good."

Patricia's lips curled up slightly, and her scarlet eyes flashed with anticipation and confusion as if she were drunk.

"Be prepared, this ceremony will be painful and may even make you die, but it will completely change the level of your life!" As soon as Patricia finished speaking, Deya felt an unimaginable pressure suddenly descending upon him.

Even though Deya was well prepared, he couldn't control himself and knelt down at that moment.

It seemed as if an illusion appeared before his eyes. A pair of majestic and mysterious eyes, as big as the sun and the moon, opened their eyes in the sky.

Deya seemed to see the mountains, the sea, the moon gradually approaching the earth, the endless darkness and the most peaceful death.

He couldn't control his breathing, and even his thinking slowed down.

And at some point, Patricia was facing him.
The doll lady, who used to be less than one meter tall, had her delicate body stretched infinitely, and a tall lady appeared in front of Deya.

It was like a young child suddenly grew up.

She was wearing an intricate and gorgeous long dress with countless dark moons embroidered on the hem. Just one look at it could make people dizzy and fall into a peaceful death.

Patricia's hair, with gradient hair color like the luminous grass and reaching her calves, made her whole temperament become peaceful, elegant and profound.

Deya found that his eyeballs could still move. He seemed to be attracted by the mysterious lady in front of him and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at her.

He saw Patricia, who had grown up. Her small face had become more delicate and perfect.

But Deya instinctively felt that this was still Patricia's face, not the true appearance of the Dark Moon Goddess.

Patricia stretched out her arms, the cuffs of her intricate dress also woven with lotus leaves and lace.

She touched Deya's forehead with her slender, white finger.

"boom------"

A dazzling beam of dark moonlight shot up into the sky along the cathedral's tower.

The terrifying beam of light poured into the clouds, and the originally clear day was suddenly filled with clouds and wind, and was instantly shrouded in darkness.

The dark moon rose slowly and became the ruler of the world. Endless death was spreading and all the undead seemed to be kneeling in worship.

In the Dark Moon Cathedral, clergy including the Pope were kneeling on the ground, praying loudly to the Dark Moon Goddess.

"Lord of the Night, Queen of the Dead, Goddess of the Black Moon, I pray—"

In the world's memory that enveloped the entire continental island, all wars stopped at this moment.

Be it the believers of the Dawn Church and the Dark Moon Church in the world's memories, or the participants from the real world, they all subconsciously looked up at the huge dark moon above their heads, feeling the arrival of divine power.

All the believers of the Dark Moon Goddess, even on the battlefield, knelt down and uttered devout prayers.

Outside the world, through the 'mirage' in the night sky.

Many people who originally watched this world commemoration as entertainment stood up from their chairs, staring at the full moon and the beam of light that reached the sky.

Deya only felt a buzzing in his brain and his body seemed to explode.

No, his body really exploded. With a sound like tearing cloth, his body was torn into countless pieces. Flesh, blood, bones, nerves, internal organs, etc. were all transformed into pure energy.

You are already dead

The panel also indicates Deya's death.

[Patricia's passive ability 'Twin Souls' is activated]

[Patricia took your 'death']

next moment,
Deya felt as if his soul was suddenly filled with some warm, wonderful liquid.

The pain in his soul made him want to scream and shout in pain.

But now he doesn't even have a body, and he can't even control his soul. He can only use his own will to force himself to endure this unspeakable pain.

After an unknown amount of time, the "liquid" injected into his soul became less and less, the pain became less and less, and Deya's consciousness, which had been confused for a long time, gradually returned.

When the color returned to his eyes, he saw Patricia, who had once again turned into a doll.

Patricia was so weak at this time that she couldn't even fly in the air. She could only lean against the statue of the goddess, as if she had been sucked dry by Deya.

Behind Patricia, the statue even changed its posture!

A prompt appeared on Deya's panel again -

[You have become the chosen one of the God of Dark Moon and Sunset]

[You have obtained the title 'Son of the Dark Moon']

(End of this chapter)