When Ning Feng opened his eyes again, he was somewhat confused.
He had returned to the past, his consciousness lingering on the time of his conversation with Lady Alice Crystal, as he prepared to continue his tour of her magnificent city.
But just two minutes later, destruction came, easily annihilating everything.
Something has appeared.
What exactly happened in the fight just now?
Over the course of those two years, Ning Feng and his companions gradually grew in size, setting numerous fires along their journey.
Many of those who followed him were former slaves, and they were very enthusiastic about trying slave traders and freeing more slaves, giving them the freedom they deserved.
The existence and growth of the slave trader profession in this era was largely due to the tacit approval of various religious churches, in addition to the overt support of the nobility.
Some religious churches that don't care about others' opinions even directly control large slave traders, or send people from the religious order to form slave hunting teams!
Regardless of good or evil, the purpose of the Church of God in capturing slaves is singular: to find more believers for God.
Slaves are people, people are believers, and believers are everything.
Ning Feng and his group's "liberation" actions were seen by the Church of God as causing them trouble, or even as a serious provocation and a constant resistance to the authority of God.
Naturally, many churches viewed them as a thorn in their side and secretly manipulated and dispatched various forces to hunt them down.
Along the way, Ning Feng also experienced many battles, hundreds of battles, big and small.
He possesses the power of a secular kingdom, as well as the scheming and plotting of rats in the shadows, and has indeed experienced some blows from extraordinary forces, but he has always been able to find a way to resolve them.
As long as one remains within the realm of mortals, there will be weaknesses, namely death.
He himself had died countless times and knew very well just how fragile the human body was, despite the strength of human will.
Sometimes, you don't even need swords; a hard pen can kill a human.
The church's knights and priests, those fanatical believers in God, were nothing special except for their ability to perform divine magic; they didn't have more lives than others.
When a person is killed, they die.
This is also true for the extraordinary beings who are loyal servants of the gods; they are just as vulnerable.
If you are tricked into an airtight room or pushed into a burning fire, even the magical monsters will die.
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Monsters die when they are killed.
Ning Feng was absolutely convinced of this.
But now, his thoughts have been directly changed by the harsh reality.
Ning Feng had never experienced anything like this before, and for a moment he couldn't think of any solution.
In a fleeting moment, he experienced a sense of powerlessness.
An indescribable gap.
It is like an insurmountable chasm between mortals and gods.
Is that a god?
Did a deity personally intervene?
In an instant, his consciousness vanished, leaving him no time to think.
"Something is exciting."
As Ning Feng thought this, his heart, which had once been excited by death and bloodshed but had calmed down after becoming numb, began to beat violently again.
Dongdong!
When he became so familiar with death, he could even smell the sweet scent of death approaching.
Now, Ning Feng sensed death.
A death that is both fascinating and desirable!
"Things are starting to get interesting."
Without stopping, Ning Feng's gaze shifted slightly upwards.
"What interesting things will happen?"
...
...
die.
die.
die.
The number of deaths exceeded Ning Feng's expectations.
His own death was very quick, and without exception, there was no progress whatsoever.
Amidst the thousands of deaths, aside from seeing those eyes, no other additional information was obtained.
Nothing was gained.
Looking directly at the sun will sting your eyes.
Looking directly at that being is like having your soul burned.
From the moment Ning Feng looked up at him, it seemed that his fate was left with only one option: to be burned to ashes.
Time and again he raised his head, time and again he turned to ashes, without any difference, and time and again he heard Alice's unwilling shouts.
Is this the difference?
This is not something Ning Feng could find a way to break the deadlock by simply being reborn a few times; it's not that simple.
This time, the danger is different from before; the difference in strength is simply too great.
He won't make any progress on his own.
Ning Feng never gave up, nor did he feel fear. He simply understood the current situation and... felt somewhat bored.
He doesn't mind death; he just doesn't like it to become meaningless.
Ning Feng blinked, paused, turned his head, smiled at the crystal girl beside him, and said:
"Alice, if possible, could you please protect me in two minutes?"
"If you don't mind, I hope you can give it your all."
Alice: ?
The girl in the crystal was stunned for a moment, not understanding how Ning Feng's topic had shifted to this...
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