Capítulo 1154: Chapter 1154: The God Who Wreaked Havoc in the Temple
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I may have completely gotten used to the days of running around all day and never knowing where I’ll sleep each night, so much so that no matter where I am, as long as I have a flat surface, I can sleep without a care in the world: even if and the entire fleet are trapped in an alternate world. In this aspect, I’m more skilled than Qianqian: that girl, despite her carefree attitude, still has a bit of a requirent to know the bed; on the first night in a foreign land, if I don’t coax her, she almost can’t sleep at all… Oh, I’m getting off track.
When I opened my eyes, it was already broad daylight. Staring at the completely unfamiliar ceiling and bedroom furnishings, I hesitated for a few seconds before rembering that I was still in the Church District of the Azure Star. This was a special “temporary palace” prepared for and Sandora by Lei, an independent house. The house isn’t that large, but for the War God Priest who advocates a frugal life, this was almost the highest-level palace because we had refused the more luxurious accommodations prepared by the Council of the Azure Star, er, presidential suite—I don’t even know if this world has such a term, probably not—and insisted on staying in the Church District. Sandora also stated that she and I are rulers of another civilization, so to comply with etiquette, Lei arranged this place for us as best as he could.
As for why we insisted on staying in the Church District, both Sandora and I felt it’s more comfortable here. War God believers are more hassle-free compared to those professional scientists (although many War God believers are also half-scientists) and Council politicians; they report to God first when sothing happens, and only when God really doesn’t have ti to deal with them do they co to bother and Sandora, which makes us quite satisfied. In the Church District, Sandora and I can enjoy more peace and quiet.
I stretched, pulling only half of my body because I didn’t dare move the other half: Sandora was still sleeping there. In stark contrast to her usual awe-inspiring image commanding thousands of troops from the officer’s platform, Her Majesty the Queen’s sleeping posture could truly be described as cute as a small animal. She often buries herself almost entirely in the quilt, leaving only her head and her full head of golden hair exposed. When she turns her face, that dazzling golden hair could rightly be described as a cheating cascade and ocean-like wave, glittering under the golden sunlight streaming through the stained glass window, enough to leave soone dazzled with just one glance. And through the strands of that cascading golden hair, Sandora reveals a bit of her side profile, calm, serene, and with a subtle, cryptic smile—so I often say Sandora is a girl of great contrasts, imposing and gentle, cold and friendly, fierce like a wolf and as docile as a cat. All elents constituting sharp contradictions seem to perfectly blend in her. Oh, I forgot to ntion the waistline and appetite…
I tried to pull my arm out but thought better of it: sleeping Sandora has a tendency towards automatic feeding; although I think she often mischievously bites on purpose, I honestly don’t want this girl leaving her tooth marks on my arm early in the morning again. Moreover, to be honest, holding her like this feels pretty good: the touch is nice, and it aids digestion. They say a beautiful sight is as good as a al; if that’s true, Sandora certainly whets the appetite exceptionally well… I just woke up, my brain’s going out of control, it seems incurable.
At this mont, Sandora suddenly opened her eyes with a mischievous smile, nudging my shoulder with her head, “Ah Jun, I was just thinking if I kept feigning sleep, would you stay in this position all day?”
“Hmm, I was wondering how long you could pretend to sleep—based on personal experience, staying in the sa posture without moving for a long ti while fully awake is one of the most painful things in this world, and you usually can’t last twenty-five minutes.”
“Tch,” Sandora scoffed, sitting up straight without any care for herself being fully displayed: after all, being an old couple and all, “I’m not as boring as you…”
Sandora said, suddenly tilting her head, her gaze swept over the surrounding furniture one by one (those curious and odd decorations looked quite beautiful, though I still don’t understand their purposes), and seemingly perked her ears as if listening, finally breaking into a satisfied smile, “Being with Ah Jun and not having Dingdang crawl out of a hole in the cupboard in the morning, seems like a perfect day.”
: “…” To think the tiniest Little Douding in the house, with her stealthy abilities, could plant a psychological shadow big enough for the Queen; should Dingdang be proud of that?
Once everything was ready, the last thing before heading out was to comb Sandora’s hair: I’m not sure when I developed this habit, possibly started each morning after waking up by combing the sleepy rcury Lamp’s hair, then one morning decided on a whim to try combing Sandora’s hair too, and it naturally beca a routine for us, as well as a source of enjoynt. Although it takes quite so ti, both Sandora and I relish this unique morning tranquility. When Sandora’s golden strands slip through my fingers, I feel like we’re a couple who have been through thick and thin over the years, conversing silently. This wordless, text-free ability to share a simple task in silence and experience peace and fulfillnt may be sothing hectic ordinary people can’t fathom—but it happens between Sandora and , soone who could not be classified as a human and another who can hardly be labeled as ‘biological,’ which is truly extraordinary.
“Co to think of it, according to the Xyrin Apostle’s high efficiency theory, maintaining hair should be quite a ti-wasting activity,” I said as I coiled Sandora’s hair in my hands, then gradually released it, “yet there sure are many female Apostles with long hair. Even Pandora likes having long hair, and this little detail has puzzled for a long ti.”
“I really don’t know what you’re researching all day for having nothing better to do,” Sandora rested her chin on her arms, glancing at from the elbow’s gap, “but you’re right, many female Apostles employ a more efficient thod for these minor details.”
So I intensely demanded to see: gotta fill my idle ti with sothing.
“You better not laugh,” Sandora looked into my eyes, seemingly making a big decision before speaking. Getting my nod of agreent, she lightly tossed her hair, and then it was ti to witness the miracle: those golden locks, sowhat tousled from sleep, suddenly floated upwards as though defying gravity, almost as if their friction against each other had been nullified, with each strand dispersing freely. I’ve always said Sandora’s hair is dazzling and brilliant like the sun, and now I saw an actual sun seemingly appear before my eyes: Sandora’s porcupine-like hairstyle is delightfully exotic to behold!
A second later, her hair fell back into place, Sandora was spirited and refreshed, pointing at her head full of golden hair, “When you’re not looking, this is how I handle it, in two seconds. Pandora and the others do the sa…”
: “…”
Looking down at the comb in my hand, I suddenly felt my worldview slightly overturned.
But then, Sandora once again lay on the table, grasping my wrist with her hand, “Although that’s really convenient, while being with Ah Jun, it’s still better to slowly take the ti to handle my hair like this… initially I learned this from human lifestyles, trying to emulate human daily activities to make you feel accustod. But at so point, spending so ti on such minor tasks turned out to be quite enjoyable.”
I chuckled, about to say sothing when I suddenly felt a sensation.
A fairly familiar presence was rapidly approaching here and heading straight toward the window, but before I could seriously contemplate whose presence it was, I heard a soft crack from the nearby glass: a hole had been made!
Sandora and I naturally focused our gaze on the hole in the glass window right away, discovering a hand-sized, human-shaped gap, and soon heard a gentle call from the nearby low table, “Wow! Bumped my head, bumped my head! Dingdang bumped her head! It hurts a lot…”
A hand-sized green Little One was covering her head, bouncing around the low table, babbling non-stop.
It was none other than Dingdang, who was supposed to be staying on Earth.
Sandora and I exchanged a stunned look, simultaneously twitching the corners of our mouths: Dingdang’s ability to randomly intrude was terrifying. Good thing we got up early today; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable—imagine if this Little Douding chased after Sandora and for a hundred thousand whys, who could handle that!
“Dingdang, why have you co?” Sandora stuck out her tongue to secretly, turned around, and got up to grab the Little One, who was rolling on the table with her head covered, “Weren’t you on Earth?”
Dingdang bounced a few tis with her head covered, even while dazed still found my shoulder and landed neatly on it, “Everyone’s here, lots of people ca! Bingdisi suggested it, since you guys can’t co over, then everyone shall co over! Dingdang’s the first, isn’t Dingdang cool? Egn… does my head hurt… is it swollen?”
I pulled out a magnifying glass and looked for a long ti, confidently saying, “There’s no swelling — speaking of which, you are sowhat of a god, can you really get a bump from running into a piece of glass?”
Dingdang blinked, thought about it, and found it reasonable, so she resolutely forgot about bumping her head just now and started rummaging up and down on looking for candy: usually, besides sleeping, looking for food was all she did when she hung around on . Finally, she found what she wanted: I still had a piece of soft candy in the inner pocket of my jacket. Dingdang tore at the wrapper with both hands and feet, muttering, “Why does Ah Jun have Sister Sandora’s scent? And Sister Sandora still has…”
“Eat your candy!” Sandora and I said in unison, simultaneously pressing the little one’s head into the soft candy.
Just then, we heard a commotion from outside and suddenly rembered what Dingdang said earlier: everyone had co.
Could it be that those chaos-loving guys started causing trouble the mont they reached their destination?
But it seed I guessed wrong, as the disturbance outside was caused by the church guards. Through the human-shaped hole Dingdang made in the window earlier, I saw a large group of monks running back and forth, with Mr. Lei surprisingly leading the charge. At seventy or eighty years old, the old man’s agility was akin to a young man’s, even doing a hurdle move while crossing a flower wall: having the physique of a War God believer sure had its advantages.
Sandora and I hurried out to observe the situation, to see if those troublemakers had really landed on the Azure Star, and when Mr. Lei saw us, he imdiately sped up, leaving all the guards behind and running over, “I’m very sorry for the disturbance so early in the morning, bringing you two guests trouble…”
“Never mind that, what’s going on?” I asked, sowhat knowing the answer.
“Uh,” Mr. Lei hesitated a mont, then feeling that his god probably wouldn’t mind about such minutiae, he said frankly, “A strange creature suddenly flew out from behind the divine statue of the Great Temple, causing a commotion during the morning prayers before flying off in this direction. It’s a species we’ve never seen on our planet before, it looked a lot like a dra…”
I quickly covered the old man’s mouth: “Do not say that last word, you’re not young anymore, you probably can’t take it.”
The old man blinked in confusion but nodded. Sandora and I exchanged a helpless look, then gently patted my jacket pocket, from which ca a slight movent and the low, soft voice of Dingdang, “Dingdang knows, oh, after hundreds of years, it seems people in this world have forgotten what the Life Goddess looks like…”
I thought about it, and figured perhaps the people of Azure Star hadn’t forgotten what the Life Goddess looks like (after all, the five-mber group of Dingdang had been filling in for each other for a long ti, Azure Star might even have a statue of Dingdang), they just didn’t expect the Life Goddess’s true body to be only about ten centiters tall…
I advised Dingdang not to co out and cause trouble for the ti being, while insisting strongly on visiting the temple. Mr. Lei saw that there were many monks maintaining order here, so he didn’t have to run back and forth, and moreover, the “alien visitor” seed to have so connection with his god, so he nodded in agreent, leading Sandora and to the War God Temple.
The temple appeared to have just ended a chaos, with many priests gathered in small groups in front of the temple square, discussing sothing in low voices. My sharp eyes caught two things: First, there was a small hole on the temple door, judging by the shape, it was made by a sprawling Dingdang; Second, there was a penetrating hole in the War God statue in front of the temple, also judging by the shape, it was another sprawling Dingdang…
I imdiately thought of the image of Dingdang bouncing around holding her head earlier; it turned out she wasn’t talking about running through glass, but rather… she barreled through all obstacles in front of her, damn it! Did this little thing rely on her Iron Head Skill to make her way through all the barriers in a panic?!
I also understood why such an insignificant, palm-sized unknown creature could make the entire Church District of monks so vigilant because—this unknown creature knocked a hole right through the War God statue!
This is truly the sa family not recognizing each other, Dingdang knocked through the statue of 123, and the 123 believers were on the way to catch the War God’s superior, and objectively speaking, the believers on Azure Star also sowhat believe in the Life Goddess, the chaotic scene before us even rendered Sandora speechless, is there anything more unexpected than our family of immortals in this world?
Well, maybe there is—Qianqian.
Inside the main hall of the War God Temple, there were only a handful of low-level priests cleaning up: tidying up the scattered cushions and picking up the various articles lost in the panic. Eva was wiping the pulpit, and next to her, the War God Holy Scripture was spread open, drying: the big book appeared to have been soaked.
Mr. Lei knew Eva couldn’t speak right now, so he opened a certain device under the pulpit, and a screen-like thing was revealed on the central portion of the pulpit.
“This is the temple’s surveillance footage,” Mr. Lei said, “it’s fine for you to see, the War God wouldn’t mind such trivialities.”
The surveillance footage showed scenes from the morning prayer gathering, displaying nurous High Order priests prostrated on the ground praying devoutly, and Mr. Lei and Eva were on the pulpit, with the forr reading so passages from the Bible, while the latter faced the War God statue, eyes closed, reciting scripture. After a while, the War God statue was suddenly enveloped by a green light; the process lasted only a mont, and the praying believers with closed eyes and Lei, who had his back turned to the War God statue, didn’t notice it at all. Once the green light faded, a Little One appeared on the War God statue’s head: Dingdang.
Dingdang first looked around curiously, seemingly pleased after finding believers praying devoutly, she nodded in satisfaction. She then fluttered around the statue a couple of tis, seemingly critiquing 123’s goofy appearance. That’s when Eva, finally opening her eyes, saw the scene, and let out a gasp of surprise — which startled all the believers from their prayers.
But Dingdang paid no mind to the believers’ exclamations, she fluttered to the pulpit, happily hopped a couple of tis, and shouted sothing at the dumbfounded Lei and Eva, then, before anyone could react, she jumped onto the goblet next to the Bible, leaned down, and started drinking the Holy Water, looking thirsty. At that mont, Eva finally took action, reaching her hand to grab that strange green creature, but Dingdang, naturally quicker than human hands, flew up. Eva, lacking the secret technique of grabbing Dingdang bare-handed like I had, knocked over the goblet, spilling Holy Water all over the table, while Dingdang boisterously hopped around on the table. The pulpit fell into chaos, a ss that soon spread among the believers, and monks rushed forward to protect the sacred pulpit, whereas Dingdang seed to treat it as a fun ga, darting around the main hall and even deliberately flying in and out among the believers. There were quite a few nimble monks among them, so seemingly about to catch Dingdang, but every ti success was near, they were struck by a sudden arc of lightning from nowhere and collapsed on the ground, twitching — it was Divine Punishnt…
This great disorder continued for several minutes, with Dingdang hopping and darting around from side to side, and combined with the omnipresent Divine Punishnt, no mortal could possibly catch her. The loud clamor within the hall also attracted the attention of the guards outside, and so Church Knights dashed in to assess the situation, only to behold a palm-sized tiny creature causing havoc in the temple, so they looked at each other in dismay. anwhile, Dingdang apparently discovered sothing even more amusing, she suddenly propelled herself toward the screen—the last thing the surveillance footage showed was a massively enlarged goofy face of Dingdang, the little thing excitedly looking at the cara, then chomping with her mouth— leaving nothing but snow patterns on the screen.
“In the end, she even bit off the surveillance cara,” Mr. Lei said sullenly.
: “…”(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to co to Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)
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