Light.
Light burst forth from the shadowy figure's abdomen, tearing through the entire darkness.
The divinely bestowed longsword, once belonging to a certain angel, unleashed its former power at this moment.
(Ahhh!)
)
(impossible!)
The mourner's shadowy figure wailed, and in excruciating pain, threw Ning Feng out of his grasp.
After swaying in mid-air for a while, Ning Feng suddenly flipped over, and the broken bones in his back reconnected, allowing him to barely take flight.
Cough cough...
Coughing up some blood, Ning Feng laughed as he listened to the sounds of his bones cracking and healing inside his body.
It was a success.
He was already very satisfied to have achieved such great results at such a small cost.
Looking at the wailing shadow, he took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and then took the initiative to piece his broken and crisscrossed ribs back together.
Kacha.
It really hurts, but I'm still alive.
That's enough.
After giving himself a quick heal, Ning Feng flew back to the shadowy figure, admiring her pitiful state and laughing:
"Cough... How does it feel to have fireworks set off inside your body?"
The mourner, of course, had no time to attend to this, and kept trying to force the words of judgment out of his body, but failed time and time again.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ning Feng smiled easily and asked the mourners about their user experience:
"Judging from your tone, don't you think you're being too rough? Don't be too surprised, after all, it has a temper too."
The words of judgment are not merely inanimate objects; they possess self-awareness.
For this divine sword, what it seeks is a pure world without lies.
Any lie will be exposed before him, and all liars will be punished.
but!
Although it has the ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood, it is not just a special tool for detecting lies.
The Words of Judgment are a legendary longsword with special protection!
Weapons born for battle.
From the moment it was created, its most important function, contained in its deepest core, has always been only one thing—to destroy evil.
And a fallen god who does not acknowledge his own death, tempts others to fall into depravity, and gives them a false life is the greatest evil!
Moreover, from another perspective, denying death and claiming to still be alive is also a lie.
"Accept your fate."
With a chilling killing intent in his eyes, Ning Feng pointed his right index finger upwards.
The words of judgment unleashed the greatest energy Ning Feng had ever possessed.
Regardless of the cost, the words of judgment unleashed all the power it had nurtured over the years.
Destroy evil!
Justice will prevail!
We exist for this very reason!
Even at the cost of our lives, we will not hesitate!
!
The light became even more dazzling than before.
boom!
(Aaaaaaah!)
! )
The mourner felt a constant surge of intense energy expanding and erupting within her body, tearing her apart and destroying her remaining divinity.
At the same time, the holy sword was absorbing her energy and continuing to attack her body.
As one rises, another falls.
(No! No, this shouldn't be happening!)
She tore at her body, trying to pull the words of judgment out of her.
But the mourner had no way to grasp it, and could only tear off pieces of his own body again and again, and the huge figure began to shrink gradually.
It rapidly shrinks from a size of tens of meters, like a sponge that has been wrung out of water.
(I won't die in a place like this...)
winter!
The phantom of the deer-headed, human-bodied figure knelt heavily on the ground, causing the entire earth to tremble.
(This shouldn't be...)
She kept wailing, as if questioning some being that didn't exist here, until her voice grew softer and softer.
And when the figure of the mourner shrinks to the size of a normal human, the words of judgment finally emerge.
The holy sword pierced through the heart, going straight through the mourner and getting stuck in the middle.
The power of radiance has dissipated, and after recklessly pushing its own abilities forward at any cost, the Word of Judgment has become somewhat corrupt.
The surface of this sturdy holy sword even showed some faint cracks, as if it was about to shatter.
Just like their spirit, they would never retreat or run away, even at the cost of their own lives.
No one will underestimate the sharpness and strength of the words of judgment, which have remained unchanged despite the blood of countless legends that once stained them and the bones of saints that were severed.
But the fact that it ended up in such a miserable state after a brief encounter with the gods still makes one sigh at the difference in strength.
The mourner could simply raise his hand to draw out the words of judgment, but now that they are gone, they seem to have become insignificant.
As the mourner's form solidified, her will seemed to recover somewhat.
However, the mourner neither absorbed the dissipating power around him nor extracted the words of judgment; instead, he carefully examined them.
Ning Feng: "…………"
The situation seems to have changed again, causing Ning Feng, who was already preparing to take the next step, to stop and observe.
Finally, after a moment of silence, just as Ning Feng was about to make his move, she slowly spoke:
(This is the rule of "honesty," I remember its name, it should be "Words of Judgment"?)
Ning Feng was a little confused about the other party's exact state, but he didn't remain silent:
"It is both his name and its name."
The Words of Judgment is the name of this legendary holy sword, and also the name of the angel who fought to the very end.
Even after returning to normal size, it was still impossible to see the face of the mourner clearly, whether she did so willingly or gave up her former appearance.
(Oh, I see. So you're his successor?)
She turned her head, examined herself carefully with her two empty, sunken eye sockets, and then, somewhat puzzled, muttered to herself in a strange tone:
(No... does this mean that demons can now be the successors of angels?)
It seems the other person has regained their senses?
"…………"
(Demon, what are you doing?)
What am I supposed to do?
I want to get justice for them.
so……
Landing on the ground, standing eye to eye with the mourners, Ning Feng, covered in blood, said directly:
"I'm going to kill you."
I will bury you completely.
(Why?)
"Don't tell me you don't know about everything you've done."
(Do I need to repent for this?)
No, there's no need.
Ning Feng flatly refused without offering any explanation.
He did not accept repentance because he was not qualified to forgive her on behalf of those who had already sacrificed themselves.
"You don't need to repent, just go and die."
(I see...)
The deer-headed, human-bodied mourner seemed unsurprised, calmly nodding.
(Then please do as you please, I won't resist.)
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