"fraud."
"Yes, I'm a liar."
In the space of the origin of the world, two figures stood very close, as if embracing each other.
With the right music, you might even be able to appreciate some ambiguity... provided you ignore how tragic their appearance is.
Ning Feng's fingers, sharp as knives, stopped before the Lord of Holy Light's neck. The sharp fingertips had already sliced open her fair neck, but could not go any further.
But in reality, he did not have the upper hand.
Ning Feng had a huge hole in his chest, and his heart and other strange internal organs were nowhere to be found, having vanished without a trace during the impact of the battle.
No part of his body was intact; it was covered in dark, fresh blood that kept dripping from his body.
The battle had become so fierce that it was beyond repair, and even Ning Feng's regenerative abilities were of no use.
Judging from his appearance alone, he looked horribly injured, and it was even uncertain whether he was still alive.
But he was smiling.
Although his brows were slightly furrowed, Ning Feng was indeed smiling as he quietly watched the Lord of Holy Light opposite him.
The Lord of Holy Light, whose face was identical to Cecilia's, was now smiling.
Compared to Ning Feng, she looked much better, with almost no external injuries.
It wasn't that there were no external injuries, but rather that those wounds were healing rapidly, and the flowing golden divine blood was gradually disappearing without a trace.
Judging solely from the comparison between the two, the outcome of this duel seems to be no surprise.
The deity said:
"It's over. There's no need to continue."
But Ning Feng, who was clearly at a disadvantage, was not as carefree as usual. Instead, he frowned even more deeply and said:
"I don't think it's over yet."
Without waiting for a response, he continued to reach forward, trying to pierce that slender neck that looked fair but was actually harder than any metal.
But his outstretched hand was gently grasped by a slender hand, and he could no longer move an inch.
No, it's over.
"To have achieved this much as an ordinary person, you can already be proud of yourself."
To have pushed the Lord of Holy Light, who was just one step away from becoming a god above gods, to this point, no one can say anything more.
With a faint smile, the Lord of Holy Light pulled Ning Feng's broken body in front of him and looked directly into his eyes, which had never before become dull.
"Face reality, mortal."
She said:
"You win."
"No, it is your victory."
The irresistible momentum weakened in an instant.
Golden divine blood seeped from the corners of her eyes, flowing like tears.
But she was smiling, happily announcing:
"The gods will finally meet their end here."
"Mortals will take back everything they deserve."
The Lord of Holy Light smiled and decided the fate of all the gods, including herself.
The outcome of the battle was unexpected; no one could have imagined that the Lord of Holy Light would choose to give up.
Everything seems to be over.
"reason."
With a furrowed brow, Ning Feng gazed intently at the deity whose aura was steadily declining, and asked in a deep voice:
"I need a reason."
Why did you do that?
The battle between the two may seem like just a fight to determine a winner, but the real victory or defeat is never there.
There is only one thing that can determine the outcome of this battle.
The struggle for the origin of the world!
At this moment, the source that had once been split in half between the two had been mostly taken over by Ning Feng.
In the final battle, the Lord of Holy Light chose to relinquish the contest, allowing Ning Feng to devour and seize the power that originally belonged to her.
The Lord of Holy Light's actions were perplexing, but Ning Feng did not let the opportunity slip by. After weighing the pros and cons in an instant, he made a decision.
Devour!
With this shift in power, Ning Feng is essentially devouring the entirety of the Lord of Holy Light!
Divinity, divine office, authority... even her life—all of this was within her grasp!
Even the victory that humanity has longed for for countless years is just ahead!
But Ning Feng restrained his impulse and forcefully suppressed the process of devouring.
He needs to know the reason.
"I don't need your charity of victory."
unnecessary.
Why did she give up resistance at the end?
Facing these questioning gazes, the Lord of Holy Light took a deep breath, somewhat wistfully, and chuckled to himself, asking:
"Yes, why is that?"
The Lord of Holy Light, whose blood flowed like golden tears, now resembled a merciful statue, both incomparably holy and incomparably sorrowful.
"Perhaps, he just wants to atone for his sins?"
Atonement?
Ning Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, but he forced a relaxed smile and said:
"What makes you feel guilty? It can't be because of things you said, like 'God so loved the world,' can it?"
He laughed lightly, but the forced smile gradually disappeared.
"why not?"
The deity answered without hesitation, speaking calmly and naturally:
"I do love mortals."
Upon close inspection, Ning Feng ultimately found no trace of the lie.
"...It seems you're not joking, but you alone aren't enough."
"It is an indisputable fact that the gods do not love humankind, and you and I both know this."
The damage that the gods have inflicted on this world is far too great to be undoed by the goodwill of a few special gods.
Stepping forward and standing in front of Ning Feng, the Lord of Holy Light tilted his head slightly and looked into his eyes.
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