Ning Feng knew perfectly well whether the other party was joking or not.
The previous questioning and the current confusion are both telling Ning Feng one thing.
The other party was completely unaware of all this; it was the first time they had ever learned of it.
But it was precisely because he knew the other party wasn't joking that he became even more...angry.
Like a king deep within the palace, only able to hear the delusions of treacherous ministers, indulging in the beautiful fantasy of a peaceful world.
She always remained aloof and never once looked down at anyone.
Even just one glance!
"Madam, why are you silent?"
"Don't you find your question a little ridiculous?"
"I will take your silence as a yes."
Forgive them? Give them a chance for redemption?
"I give them a chance, but who gives those poor people a chance?"
A godlike being!
Your question is utterly ridiculous!
Taking another step forward, Ning Feng asked with a smile, gazing into the other person's eyes.
Even as he gazed at that pure gold, feeling the pain of his soul beginning to burn and melt, he did not look away.
Golden light also shone in Ning Feng's eyes.
However, it wasn't divinity, but rather an almost overflowing emotion.
That was anger.
Ning Feng was furious.
This was an emotion that would have been impossible for him in the past, but now it filled his heart.
For the sake of those poor, tragically killed people?
They have been gone for hundreds of years, and even if we erect monuments and pray for them now, it will not improve the past.
The oppressors who rode on their heads have long since passed away, and there is no point in digging them up from their graves and whipping their corpses now.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes?
They're already dead?
Now that the descendants of the golden bloodline have been wiped out, which can be considered revenge for those poor people, can everything be forgiven?
Impossible...
Absolutely impossible!
In those tragic stories, the nobles certainly played the evil role, revealing their darkness and depravity.
But are the nobles who act as oppressors the only villains?
No.
Who decided that there can only be one villain in a story?
“I have a new question… In those stories, what role do you think the Church of God played?”
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Church of God.
"Did they extend a helping hand to the people suffering in dire straits? Or did they bring the wicked nobles to justice and let the gods punish them?"
"No! They are not as kind as they claim to be."
Yes, they did nothing.
“The priests did not bring divine pronouncements when mortals pleaded, nor did they send a savior to deliver them from their dark fate.”
"On the contrary, they were not only accomplices of the nobility, but even the source of all the tragedies."
"If they hadn't demanded more tribute, the nobles wouldn't have raised taxes, and the subsequent tragedy wouldn't have happened."
Each link is interconnected, one link leading to another.
"They fueled the fire behind the scenes, using divine pronouncements to force nobles to oppress the people, forcing them to sell themselves into slavery, and then sending slave traders to buy those poor people away."
"In the very end, they will appear as saviors and rescue those people from the slave traders."
"They call this 'redemption,' yes, the one you mentioned earlier."
laugh.
Ning Feng chuckled as he said this:
There is no savior in this world, there never has been.
"Those who use the name of a savior to package themselves are only hypocritical liars and charlatans who spout lies."
"Coincidentally, they are both."
In this era, pastors are not only charlatans but also the biggest swindlers.
At this point, Ning Feng suddenly sensed the other party's soul fluctuations.
She was suspicious; she was wondering why Ning Feng knew so much about this.
How do I know?
After a moment of surprise, Ning Feng suddenly laughed:
"Haha, hahahahaha!"
He burst into laughter as if he had heard something ridiculous, laughing until tears streamed down his face.
Amidst laughter, Ning Feng released the thorny scepter and loosened his robes.
Beneath the black robe was a strong and sturdy body, but the surface of that skin was covered with something else entirely.
Scars.
A crisscrossing network of hideous scars!
Burns, knife wounds, whip marks, lacerations...
The dense, numerous wounds covering Ning Feng's body would form a twisted and bloody picture.
But these are not the most astonishing things.
What truly made the air freeze was the branding marks on Ning Feng's chest and back.
"Do you know what this is? It's a certificate of slavery, also known as 'proof of slavery'."
Slave traders would brand their products to assert their sovereignty.
"Born as the son of a lowly slave, you don't think I can escape that fate, do you?"
After putting on his robes, Ning Feng concealed his wounds and regained his previous relaxed demeanor.
"Of course, this salvation is not for everyone; they will only select the valuable and gifted believers from among them and declare them worthy of being saved."
"Those who are not chosen can atone for their sins in another way; the church will have them purchase indulgences to cleanse themselves of their sins."
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