Sitting in the enormous chair, Ning Feng looked down at the demon kneeling on one knee in the center of the sanctuary.
His eyes, hidden behind the mist, opened slightly, and his gaze pierced through everything about Karan.
His abilities are now more comprehensive than before; he can now perceive almost all of Karan's information.
Not only her abilities, talents, and strength, but also her inner emotions can be clearly perceived.
Her tension, anxiety, confusion, and even her deeply hidden ambition and repressed madness.
Even without her saying a word, Ning Feng could guess what she was thinking.
Ning Feng was not unfamiliar with this feeling; he had experienced it once before.
That is the vision of the gods!
Ning Feng's act of bringing Kalan's soul into the sanctuary was not merely for show.
After about a week of repeated study, he truly understood the meaning of that "sanctuary".
Within the sanctuary, Ning Feng truly possessed certain special abilities, abilities belonging to the gods.
The renovation here was done for him; the stargazers had prepared this gift from the very beginning.
He wasn't strong enough to use it originally, but with the help of Ariana and Cecilia, Ning Feng was able to use it with difficulty.
Adopting a more relaxed tone, Ning Feng asked the demon:
"Son of the lost, what is your problem?"
"Since you've made a request, what are you willing to give me? Your soul, or your faith?"
Suddenly, Ning Feng seemed to have transformed from a high and mighty divine being into a human being capable of communication.
However, although he seemed to have gained a certain humanity, his tone was still condescending.
It's like a god.
What Ning Feng is doing now is playing the role of a god.
According to Ariana and Cecilia, the gods of this world are not the cold, emotionless beings of legend.
Unlike the gods who embody the will of Heaven, they are human beings with their own joys and sorrows.
Each deity has a different personality, different habits, and treats believers in all sorts of ways, with no fixed pattern.
As for why there are such lofty descriptions in the classics, well... isn't that obvious?
If you don't write in a more sophisticated and high-minded way, how can you expect believers to respect and have faith in you?
Even if it's a pyramid scheme, it still needs a good gimmick, right?
All propaganda is for the sake of believers, and the number of believers is so that they can better obtain power.
"I, I am willing to become your believer."
With her head bowed, Kalan didn't hesitate much before uttering the words of her willingness to believe, but Ning Feng coldly interrupted her:
"No, that's not what you think."
No!
"I……"
!
!
She was anxious to explain, but Ning Feng's strange gaze made her afraid to speak.
"You need to think carefully about whether you want to deceive your own heart, and more importantly... whether you want to deceive me?"
Are you really prepared?
A strong sense of crisis surged within Kalan, and a terrifying pressure emanated from the statues flanking the sage, as if they would tear her apart at any moment.
Out of fear and nervousness, Karan lowered his head and didn't dare to speak.
"It seems you're not ready yet, but that's not important."
"You can tell me anytime you're ready."
With a hint of mockery in his tone, Ning Feng's acting skills were becoming more and more proficient. He crossed his right leg over his left and placed his hands on his legs.
"I can indeed offer you some help, but it won't come without a price."
Miracles are never free.
Sensing that Ning Feng didn't seem angry, Kalan slowly raised her head and asked in a low voice:
What price do I need to pay?
"Oh? So this is the question you wanted to ask this time?"
This time, after a moment of silence, Karan nodded slowly with a stern face and said:
"Yes, Your Excellency, this is my question."
We must understand what the cost is, otherwise we can't relax at all.
Seeing her serious expression, Ning Feng's lips, hidden in the shadows, curled up, almost as if he wanted to burst out laughing.
Leaning back, Ning Feng looked down at the ambitious demon and said in a playful voice:
"There is no extra cost you might expect; you have already paid the price for coming here."
What! ?
"Fate has already given the answer, but fate will not tell you the whole answer."
"And for you..."
"I am destiny."
After saying that, Ning Feng gently waved his hand at Kalan, causing her soul to disappear from the sanctuary in an instant and return to its original place.
[How was it playing a deity?]
The black cat jumped off the demon statue that had been standing behind Ning Feng, landed on the back of the chair, lowered its tail, and fiddled with Ning Feng's hair.
"Are you alright? To be precise, do you not feel anything special?"
I'm telling you, be careful not to get too caught up in it.
Leaning back fully against the chair, Ning Feng closed his eyes wearily and whispered:
"Of course not."
"Who would want to be a troublesome and capricious god?"
...
...
"...I am destiny."
Slowly opening his eyes, Kalan felt exceptionally exhausted after leaving the Holy Word's Secret Place, almost unable to bear it.
She released the token from her hand; this time there was no blood on it, but as she gazed at it, she could still recall its previous sharpness.
"An existence like a god... or perhaps, a god that is actually awakening?"
Furthermore, Karan discovered something else.
The fragment of divinity hidden within her soul seemed to have grown even stronger.
Although it is still unknown what kind of harm it will cause or what kind of help it will provide, the changes are very obvious.
Was it my own soul that became a breeding ground for this change? Or was it the change brought about by seeing her again?
“Kalan”.
!
!
Suddenly, a slightly hoarse, languid voice rang directly in Karan's mind:
"I need you to handle something."
This is a telepathic connection belonging to a higher demon!
The Flame Demon Queen directly told her child, "..."
"Another slave riot has broken out. Go and deal with it."
The voice in my mind seemed to have a magnetic and charming quality, but the true meaning contained within it was pure brutality.
As if casually crushing ants at her feet, the Flame Demon Queen remarked:
"If necessary, we can kill them all; there are plenty more anyway."
In response, Karan, who rose from slavery to power, remained silent in the room, head bowed, and said:
"Understood, Mother."
Her voice contained no hesitation or agonizing; instead, it was filled with the same brutality and bloodshed.
"As you wish."
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