anger!
Heartbreaking!
A distorting sense of oppression emanated from Ning Feng's body.
The chill in the church was forcibly dispelled, replaced by a fiery rage.
There were no tears, but the child's bloodshot eyes burned with an unquenchable rage.
Staring at the pastor, Ning Feng was silently roaring with his eyes!
He was roaring.
He was protesting the injustice of the gods.
Cursing the gods to sleep forever!
Although Ning Feng's strength was so weak compared to the priest, his anger bridged the huge gap.
At this moment, Ning Feng's aura completely suppressed the priest!
He questioned the pastor:
"Have you ever considered what we believers really mean to the gods?!"
"Are believers the lambs of God? Are pastors servants who shepherd the believers for God? But do they really care about our opinions?"
Gradually, Ning Feng not only thought of the lingering angel during his performance, but also of Li Tiandu.
I thought of that treacherous relative.
Yes, it is true that Ning Feng beheaded his adoptive father.
But were they the only ones who led things to that point?
What about the deity who tempted Li Tiandu to fall?
Until the very end, until his complete demise, he did not make a move. What then did that great being who was watching him do?
She did nothing.
Just watching.
Watching mortals fight and struggle.
Watching them raise knives against each other, even among their own family.
Did she ever consider the feelings of the believers?
Ning Feng raised his hand, grabbed the priest's collar, and, ignoring his smell and coldness, leaned in close.
A distorted, almost twisted voice squeezed out of his throat as he spoke, each word deliberate and forced:
"The Lord doesn't care!"
I never cared.
"She no longer answers our prayers, no longer cares for us believers..."
"Give up your illusions! We've already been thrown away as scrap."
“It is not we who have betrayed the Lord, but the Lord who has betrayed us.”
The furious, frantic shouts gradually subsided, and the room returned to silence, but some things could never be the same again.
The atmosphere in the room has been completely changed.
Ning Feng has firmly grasped the power of discourse!
You ask me if I have any faith?
Ning Feng wasn't crying, but anyone could feel the unspeakable pain in his eyes.
"I have no faith now."
"Do you accept this answer?"
...
...
While others were fleeing in disarray, Ning Feng's perspective seemed exceptionally...prominent.
That's so weird.
Aside from some contestants who chose to remain hidden, Ning Feng's perspective here is the most secure, yet also the most bizarre.
He was actually telling stories to the dead?
As Ning Feng's performance began, viewers who were watching his live stream gradually flooded in, and the number of comments on the screen increased.
"Kiss him! Don't hesitate, you've been waiting for so long, just kiss him!"
"What the hell! Is this acting? Or is it real?"
"It was definitely acting! Look how wicked his smile was earlier! But I love it!"
Why is his art style always different from everyone else's? Can anyone tell me why?
"When he's an ordinary person, he kills wolves; when he's an awakened one, he starts telling stories to monsters... Isn't he toxic? Hahahaha."
"A true movie star! His acting is superb; you can hardly tell he's acting at all. Our company is very interested in signing him!"
"Come on, everyone! Didn't you all realize that the priest is the strongest undead we've ever seen? Does nobody care?!"
Although the necromancer's power was only revealed in small parts, viewers watching the live stream were able to notice his special abilities.
Ning Feng couldn't perceive how the other party appeared, but the audience was different; they clearly witnessed the entire process of the other party's appearance.
The moment Ning Feng turned around, a huge black shadow flowed out of the doorway like water and finally stopped by his window.
The entire process was completely silent, without causing even the slightest sound or disturbance.
It is extremely powerful and dangerous.
Faced with such an existence, others would be too busy to run away, but this guy actually went to someone else's lair on his own initiative?
And then, during the performance, he got so carried away that he grabbed someone's clothes!
Young man, you're playing really weird!
Aren't you afraid that a necromancer will slap you to pieces?
"While others are chasing and fighting, practically beating each other senseless, he's here talking...talking about love?"
"Something's not right with you. Why are you considering this priest as a potential romance target?"
"That's true, but the priest didn't say she couldn't be a [romantic target], so we should always give it a try."
"You guys, calm down! There's a new situation on his end!"
...
...
Having finished his performance, Ning Feng released the priest's robe, which he had been gripping so tightly that it was deformed, and quickly composed himself.
But instead of returning to the kindness that had always been on his face, he became indifferent.
Like a monster that has shed its disguise, revealing its most primal, ferocious self.
"Just like I said at the beginning... I don't want to have anything to do with gods and faith anymore."
With icy eyes, Ning Feng stared at the priest and said coldly:
"I'm sorry, if you hadn't come to me back then, I wouldn't have said those words."
"Thank you for your hospitality tonight, but I don't think I'm the kind of believer you're looking for..."
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