The shocking unfolding before his eyes was not yet over, and an even greater unease echoed in Ning Feng's heart.
Who will be the next vessel?
Leonhardt did not cooperate with him. Although he controlled Karl, he did not destroy Karl's final soul along with the sword spirit of the god.
The king eventually relented.
Leonhardt pardoned his knight.
Even though the knight drew his sword against him, the king forgave him and allowed the knight to disappear after apologizing.
This did not conform to the original plan, and Ning Feng was somewhat disappointed about it, but he did not actually harbor much resentment.
This is, after all, their world.
It is their fated entanglement with the gods.
Ultimately, Ning Feng was just an outsider.
Even if he's now caught up in this river of fate, what can he possibly do?
What right do they have to point fingers and criticize?
No.
He could be a catalyst for the fate of these poor people, but he is not yet ready to be the creator of their destiny.
At least for now, a self-proclaimed hero identity is not enough.
Not qualified.
Those who are truly qualified have already made their own decisions.
Perhaps because those final words were too impactful, the Skeleton King remained standing silently in the same position, still embracing his friend.
Looking at Lai Enhart, who remained motionless after Karl disappeared, Ning Feng didn't know what to say.
Leinhard II was the king of these people.
If the concept of a "chosen one" exists in this country at this moment, then he is undoubtedly the one to whom this destiny belongs.
He carries on his shoulders the burden of a thousand years of suffering and destiny.
When he was alive, he was a hero in the hearts of the people.
After his death, he became the guardian of these broken worlds.
A person waits alone for death to devour them, hoping to lay down their last handful of soil for the world.
Every time he gazes at the sun and moon in the sky, it is as if he is looking at the gods.
He silently simmered his anger at that thing hanging high in the sky.
Ning Feng's words were not the real reason why Lai Enhart chose revenge; they were merely a trigger.
It was just a trigger for the outburst of anger that he had thought he had forgotten.
If we're talking about loathing and anger towards this false god, probably no one in the world can compare to Ennhart.
If even he can hold back at this moment, who else can point fingers and criticize him?
No.
Ning Feng shifted his gaze from the grieving king who had lost his friend and began searching the surroundings for any trace of the false god.
Neither Ernst nor Karl needed pity or comfort.
At a knight's funeral, flowers are never needed; the best praise is always the broken armor and sword.
For Karl, his actions themselves were the best proof.
And looking at the lonely figure who was pierced by the spear of God and lay on the ground like a monument.
What else can be said?
At this moment, all language is futile.
He lost his best friend, and Ning Feng was unable to do anything to alleviate his pain.
Should we continue to provoke his anger?
That would probably be going too far, so let's not add fuel to the fire.
Let him process this on his own.
As for what will become of this world...
Let nature take its course.
Even if it's completely destroyed, then so be it.
It has nothing to do with me.
[Hehe, a man who never admits defeat verbally~ Are you just being arrogant?]
Ning Feng's expression froze as he listened to Ariana's teasing, and he clenched his fists.
The fist has hardened!
Why not just openly admit that you admire this kind of relationship? Admire their unconditional mutual trust and their belief in sacrificing for each other.
Or are you afraid of others discovering your true feelings?
I'm telling you, it's good to always hide your true feelings, but you also need to be careful not to actually forget your true self.
It will be very lonely when no one in the world can see right through you.
Although there seemed to be some deeper meaning in Ariana's words, Ning Feng's response remained unchanged.
"……Shut up."
I'm not a patient, and you're not a psychologist. Right now, nobody needs you to help me understand my feelings!
Oh dear, I'm so concerned about you, and you're still yelling at me! I'm going to cry, okay?
threaten.
This is a threat that is made without any attempt to conceal it!
Are you sure you don't want to apologize?
"...Please shut up, thank you!"
The harsh reply made Ariana shake her head happily, laughing silently.
Okay, so you could say I used a humble expression.
Without hearing the agonizing crying, Ariana disappeared silently, and Ning Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
This woman seems to have something going on...
I always have to scold you before you listen. Is that normal?
Instead of thinking about how to outwit Ariana, Ning Feng focused on something else.
Where did she go?
What about false gods?
He didn't think that the other party, who had become much more sober, would be able to hold back; she would definitely retaliate.
I just don't know how it will be done.
Who will it be through?
call……
The slight noise caused Ning Feng's taut nerves to snap instantly. He raised his sword and abruptly looked to the side.
They saw a phantom, transparent figure wearing a queen's crown, gazing sadly at Leonhardt.
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