The Book of the Forgotten, its cover adorned with scarlet cat paws, fluttered up and flipped through the pages rapidly, as if on the verge of collapse.
Splash...
A pair of withered hands reached out from the pages of the Book of the Forgotten, grabbed the mad believer, and pulled him back forcefully.
"Ugh! Ahh..."
The first faceless believer was easily dragged into the book without his knowledge, and soon after, eerie chewing sounds came from within.
Click, click...
Although it cannot compare to the Faceless Cult in terms of imposing presence, it is no less eerie.
belch.
A satisfied burp emanated from the book, and the Book of the Forgotten seemed to be stimulated, undergoing a change at that moment.
The cat paw on the cover transformed into a scarlet vertical pupil, staring intently at the black tome.
It was full of greed.
The hundreds of arms of the rioters spread like tentacles, fiercely grabbing at the remaining believers.
!!
Sensing a profound malice, the pitch-black tome trembled.
The control over the existence of the ancient text was exceptionally decisive; it immediately withdrew from consciousness and swiftly disappeared with it.
In an instant, all the corrupted and chaotic Faceless Believers vanished without a trace.
It was as if it had never existed.
Only the shocked old man endured the backlash, spitting out another mouthful of blood.
"Look, this is the god you've been hoping for."
"When you sense even the slightest crisis that depletes His power, choose to abandon your god."
"He wouldn't even expend this little bit of his power for you, so how could he possibly complete that impractical ritual?"
As Ning Feng spoke, he walked towards Li Tiandu, gradually accelerating until he was running and finally sprinting!
"Admit it, you've been fooled!"
"Your God has always been deceiving you."
God, have you deceived me?
Li Tiandu was weaker than ever before, but his confusion at this moment outweighed his panic about his situation.
They gave their all and their lives, but this was the end result.
His faith was once again challenged.
"cough!"
With his throat tightly gripped, the fallen angel, unable to resist, was slammed against the wall, causing cracks to appear all over the wall.
Despite being equally weak, Ning Feng's mental state had reached an unprecedented level!
"Let's end all of this."
Lifting Li Tiandu up, Ning Feng spread his wings and carried him toward the dome of the church!
boom!
The church cage, constructed of spiritual energy, shattered instantly, and the two burst out of the dome.
As dawn approached, the stars gradually faded away, and two figures tore at each other in space.
Because of the previous impact, Li Tian, who was in a state of confusion, didn't fight back much.
Click.
Tear.
Blood fell from the sky as Ning Feng ruthlessly snapped off, tore off, and threw down his wings.
The two lost their balance and fell from the air, crashing heavily onto the roof of the church.
Bang!
"cough!"
Blood was blocking his throat, blurring his vision. He looked up at the starry sky with his cloudy eyes.
If all the affection shown to me was fake, then... were all those promises lies?
Are they really never coming back?
clatter.
Footsteps approached, and Ning Feng, covered in blood, slowly walked towards them, dragging a blood-stained longsword.
However, there seemed to be insufficient blood, and the resulting longsword appeared thin and even transparent.
Looking down at the fallen angel who resembled a weak and senile old man, Ning Feng did not continue his attack.
Regardless of whether Ning Feng intervenes or not, Li Tian, who has given everything, will not survive the night.
Ning Feng, who was largely responsible for this outcome, felt no remorse.
Those who do good will have a good end, and those who do evil will be punished.
The current situation is more a case of Li Tiandu bringing it upon himself.
"Whether you regret it now or not, I only feel sorrow."
Do you have any last words?
...Last words?
These words jolted Li Tiandu, and his consciousness finally returned to reality.
When the solace found in despair is betrayed again, what will this intense emotion transform into?
It is hatred.
Struggling to sit up, Li Tian hoarsely roared at the blurry figure:
"There's something about destiny that you don't know!"
"Cough cough... Gods!"
"The gods are about to cough... revive."
As Ning Feng calmed down, he looked at the lingering fear of the future in the man's eyes and felt a sense of dejection for some reason.
A former hero...
He sighed, stopped in front of Li Tiandu, and interrupted:
"No, I know, I've known from the very beginning."
Is that all you wanted to say in the end?
Never mind... let's leave it at that.
Ning Feng shook his head at Li Tian, who was slumped on the ground, and raised the thin, almost unformable blood sword high.
You know?
Stunned by the answer, Li Tiandu looked up and subconsciously asked:
"If... all that lies ahead is endless darkness and despair, can you persevere?"
His eyes were unfocused, as if he were asking Ning Feng, or perhaps asking his former self.
Then, he got the answer.
A frank, unvarnished answer.
"I don't know, and I can't guarantee it."
Ning Feng has high hopes for his future, but he is also worried about unexpected events and will not make vows lightly.
However, although he didn't know what he was capable of, he was very clear about what he would not do.
"But I certainly wouldn't be like you, so terrified that I'd sell my soul."
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