Chapter 1105 - 522: Favored by the Divine, Yet One Who Will Slay the Divine

Chapter 1105: Chapter 522: Favored by the Divine, Yet One Who Will Slay the Divine

In the temple forged from ice and snow, a handsome young man stepped forward.

His white robe, the material of which was indiscernible, exuded simplicity and purity, yet there was an undeniable aura of nobility radiating from him; even without any discernible aura from his being, no one could dismiss him lightly.

He needed not to speak, not to gaze, nor to move—his mere presence already captivated everyone’s attention.

The originally noisy voices instantly vanished, as if everyone were summoned by magic, involuntarily looking at the young man like a snow-colored flower emerging from the ice field.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the young man proceeded slowly, much like other devout believers who came to pray, his eyes lowered, not daring to gaze directly at the embodiment of the Divine.

Yet unlike other believers, he was not bowing or crouching in humility; instead, he stood straight, his steps firm.

He stopped at the front center of the Divine Hall, finally raising his eyes to look at the statue of a girl before him, blinking somewhat uncomfortably, with a barely noticeable curl at the corner of his mouth.

"Hecayas, it’s not that I’m saying you... hss!"

Herbert looked at the statue exhibiting a lofty, cold demeanor, with a touch of winter-like melancholy, unable to help but mock inwardly.

"You’ve turned up your beauty filter too high, huh?"

Is this really you?

To clarify, Herbert never disliked beautiful girls; quite the opposite, he really liked them.

The large are righteous, the small are not evil!

He liked both the budding and the fully bloomed flowers!

An iron-jawed sage once taught us that one must be magnanimous and should not be picky.

Don’t worry, I love both equally!

But, for this well-known goddess of his, a kitten-like posture suited her better.

Looking at the statue, he felt as if a familiar online friend had suddenly donned a persona to become a virtual streamer, making it awkward.

While slandering inwardly, Herbert outwardly remained calm, nodding slightly to the statue, raising his hand to his chest, and bowing.

He was indeed a Godslayer, but holding this title did not mean he would become a madman harboring hostility towards all Divines.

It was his actions that gave this title meaning, rather than letting the title in turn shape him.

Showing respect to the neutral and understated Divine Spirit of the Ice and Snow Goddess’s camp could even enhance his rational image in the eyes of the world, reducing certain timid Divines’ hostility born from fear of being targeted.

After Herbert bowed and saluted, the person in charge of the Frost Crystal Divine Hall silently appeared, ceremoniously curtsying towards him.

"Lord Herbert, we’ve been expecting you for some time."

Herbert looked at Bishop Lila, her expression humble, the corner of his mouth slightly lifting, nodding in acknowledgment.

"Hmm, Your Excellency Laila, it’s been a while since we last greeted each other."

Upon hearing this, Laila shook her head slightly, lowering her head even further, her white shoulders dropping lower as well.

Seeing this, Herbert raised an eyebrow, feeling quite emotional.

The once arrogant Snow Elf Bishop, startled and subdued after being led to meet the Archbishop, now voluntarily greeted others.

Not bad.

But there’s actually a tiny misunderstanding here, Herbert got one thing wrong.

The reason Laila showed him such respect wasn’t just due to the lingering psychological shadow of the Saint’s Will from before, which certainly had an effect, but it wasn’t everything.

She was not only the head of the temple but also the Ice and Snow Goddess’s representative in the Mortal Realm, representing the Divine’s will with her every word and deed. No matter how much she might fear Herbert, she wouldn’t express it so directly.

Laila’s current attitude was entirely in line with the guidance of the Ice and Snow Goddess.

Before Herbert’s arrival, the Ice and Snow Goddess had issued a divine edict in advance.

[Serve him as you would serve me.]

[Respect him as you would respect me.]

[Love him as you would love me.]

The divine edict was not long, with the core request being only one: treat Herbert as if he were Her.

Upon receiving the divine edict for the first time, Laila even thought she hadn’t woken up yet.

What kind of high-standard treatment is this?

What kind of exaggerated favor is this?

Laila did not know why the Goddess valued Herbert so highly, nor did she dare to privately speculate about the private relationship between the Goddess and this Godslayer.

After calming down, she knew what needed to be done—don’t look where you shouldn’t, don’t ask what you shouldn’t, don’t think what you shouldn’t.

All she had to do was to straightforwardly execute the Goddess’s instructions perfectly.

After a brief exchange with the temple bishop, Herbert was about to withdraw his gaze from the statue.

Buzz—

In the astonished gazes of everyone, the statue suddenly lit up with shimmering light.

Brilliant lights flickered throughout the Divine Hall, turning the previously dim space into one brimming with radiance.

Especially the statue’s eyes, which were exceptionally bright, piercing like electrical beams, emitting a strange glow.

Moreover, at some unknown point, the statue’s posture had changed, seemingly staring directly at Herbert.

Stare—

Hmm?

Herbert was also dumbfounded by this sudden change, blinking continuously, puzzled as he looked at the statue elegantly extending the back of its hand towards him.

Eh?

What do you mean by this?

...Ah, I understand now.

Although it seemed a bit absurd, Herbert understood the intent the Ice and Snow Goddess wanted to convey to him—[Here, come, kiss the back of my hand!]