Calm yet firm words echoed in the room.
Ning Feng, the embodiment of divine power, slowly expressed his views, telling the other party his intentions without any falsehood.
Open and aboveboard, without any concealment or roundabout methods.
Moreover, this was not a discussion; he was simply stating how he intended to do it.
He heard the cries for help; Bishop Charles pleaded with him, longing for him to save everything.
He saw purgatory, a world like a living hell, where malice was magnified infinitely.
He felt the pain, from the last king, Lai Enhart.
He disliked that miserable world.
So Ning Feng went to save that world, the world that should have disappeared long ago in the river of time.
This matter was agreed upon with Bishop Charles from the very beginning.
"Don't worry, I will save you."
What you encounter or experience during this process is not important!
Only the ending matters.
Either lead them to a way out, or personally end it all.
"She will surely die."
The mysterious woman, who resembled a god but was not, quietly looked at Ning Feng with her light-colored eyes, her gaze as serene as before.
However, her eyes, which had been slightly open, widened a little more.
Buzz—
No one knew what had happened, but an indescribable sense of immense pressure swept over them in an instant, causing Ning Feng's divine avatar to momentarily freeze in thought.
What?
Only a moment passed, perhaps less than a thousandth of a second, but Ning Feng still noticed the unease in that instant.
what happened?
But before he could defend himself, he heard an incongruous sound.
Tick-tock.
Um! ?
Before me stood a mysterious and terrifying woman, beneath whose thin veil dripped bright red liquid.
The powerful aura from just moments ago vanished instantly, and Ning Feng truly sensed the moment when his opponent was weakened.
...Was she injured?
At this moment, the other party was not much stronger than an adult woman.
The timing seemed perfect, but Ning Feng did not act rashly.
It wasn't just because the two were friends, not enemies, but also because of that feeling that came from the depths of their souls.
The moment he had even the slightest thought that seemed different, the sense of impending death in his heart began to grow.
You will die.
Ning Feng had only experienced this feeling with two other people before—Ariana and Cecilia.
The terrible feeling she had only experienced with that pair of demons and angels who loved each other (Ariana claimed) and killed each other (Cecilia firmly believed) was felt in another woman.
It is bottomless.
That's terrifying...
The mysterious woman seemed unconcerned about her apparent weakness. Instead of using magic to cleanse herself, she slowly raised her hand to wipe herself, and then said:
"So it seems this is the choice you've made."
Ning Feng nodded slightly; he had already made up his mind about what he wanted to do.
He had already made his stance clear, but he didn't know what would happen in a little while.
However, his safety is still guaranteed; his main body remains below, while only the avatar forged from divine power roams outside.
To his surprise, the battle ultimately did not break out.
After wiping away the bloodstains, the woman in the hoodie walked slowly to the large table in the center of the hall, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Although Ning Feng couldn't see the back of the chair the woman had chosen due to the angle, each of the other chairs seemed to have a special meaning.
The backs of the chairs are covered with all sorts of strange patterns, depicting various figures, experiences, and stories...
Ning Feng didn't think much of it and simply sat down in one of the chairs closest to him.
Compared to the other chairs with their various paintings, the one Ning Feng chose was clearly much simpler.
Only a pair of open eyes looked down from the sky at the ground, and all she observed was a desolate and lifeless land.
Without saying a word, the two lowered their heads and looked at the scene unfolding in that world.
...
The false god, who should have died long ago, let out a defiant roar, his body trembling uncontrollably as he huddled in a corner of the blood-soaked prison.
At this moment, she had completely lost her initial high status and unfathomable demeanor, and looked exactly like an old lion who had lost its fangs and was powerless to resist.
Previously, when facing the false god, Ning Feng's biggest impression of the false god was that it was unpredictable and uncontrollable, as if it would unleash a completely new power at any moment.
To be honest, Ning Feng wasn't really prepared for the current situation.
He had originally thought he would have to fight a fierce battle with the false god, a battle he had finally managed to obtain from a god.
Unexpectedly, the "realm of the gods" that Ariana spoke of would be such an experience.
The moment the false god descended and the true god appeared, she severed her connection with the world at the perfect moment, and brazenly took over the other's identity.
At that moment, if the false god regained a sufficiently clear consciousness, he would surely have launched into a tirade of curses.
It's just a pity that there are no "what ifs".
Even in such a predicament, a false god is still a deity, and could even be described as a saint, and is still not something that an ordinary legend can deal with alone.
Lai Enhart's strength is also insufficient.
But when he carried the hopes of the entire world, received such a coronation, and held the power of this world in his hands, everything changed.
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