"What? Surprised?"
Although it was only for a moment, Ning Feng still caught that fleeting stiffness and nodded with satisfaction.
He laughed happily.
With no one else around and no worries about the future, Ning Feng no longer needed to bother maintaining a facade of kindness.
He began to indulge his negative tendencies.
I'm coming clean, I'm not pretending anymore.
You're a little scared.
I'm really not a good person!
"you……"
Before Li Tiandu could finish speaking, Ning Feng pointed directly to the spot where Li Tiandu's shadow fell, a seemingly empty ground.
"I'm not bluffing. I'm talking about the altar there. Do I need to elaborate?"
silence.
The unspoken silence eventually turned into a sigh with an ambiguous meaning.
"well……"
The old man stared at the young man, whose features were still vaguely recognizable from his childhood, as if he had finally removed a mask of falsehood, and asked with surprise:
When did you discover this?
Shrugging, Ning Feng did not step forward. Instead, he flapped his bat wings and floated up to a height where he was at eye level with Li Tiandu.
"As a return gesture for your generosity just now, you can now try it and see if I'm just bluffing."
"But you can give up hope. Unless I die, it will remain unusable."
Then, ignoring the other party's reaction, Ning Feng began to speak on his own:
"As for the reasons, the hints you gave me were surprisingly numerous."
He counted on his fingers as if reciting a familiar story:
"For example, after I entered the church, you silently took a step forward, but when I stopped, you stopped moving forward and your body relaxed... What were you afraid of being discovered?"
"As you spoke, you silently flew higher, deliberately diverting my gaze from your feet."
"Furthermore, among the countless altars scattered throughout the central area, the most crucial central part is missing."
"For example..."
With a smile on his face but a cold glint in his eyes, Ning Feng continued, watching the fallen angel's expression gradually turn cold:
“I never thought that you were just staying here to watch from afar as Bincheng was engulfed in flames.”
"It's too far away here; there's no way for you to truly witness the demise of a city."
"It's too close here. If you wanted to control it remotely, you could have hidden further away and in a better place."
"No matter what you say, this place is inappropriate, but you still showed up here..."
"Unless this place is irreplaceable and you have a compelling reason to come."
Ning Feng spoke with ease and certainty, as if he had seen through everything.
But it's all acting.
Almost everything he just said was a lie.
Unlike Jiang Wan and the others, who were unclear about Li Tiandu's purpose.
In Ning Feng's view, everything in the illusory church returned to its most essential form, including the flow of energy within it.
The connection between the fallen angels and the central altar of the church has never been broken!
"Let's not complicate things. Let's cut to the chase, after all..."
Ning Feng raised his head, gazing at the face shrouded in shadow by the moonlight, and smiled:
"Time is running out for both of us... isn't it?"
For Ning Feng, legendary magic power will eventually run out, and maintaining this highly demonized state also comes at a price.
Leaving aside the negligible pain, if it persists for too long, he might never be able to turn back, and will be forced to live as a succubus forever...
It's not that succubi are bad, it's just that he prefers and is more accustomed to human bodies.
Meanwhile, while maintaining the illusion of the church, Li Tiandu was constantly channeling his life energy into the altar... through that eerie-looking pipe organ.
From the very beginning, he saw himself as part of the sacrifice.
Through blood and sacrifice, the pipe organ served as a transit point, tightly connecting Li Tiandu with the altar.
If he succeeds, the individual named "Li Tiandu" will completely disappear, and what will descend here will be a wisp of a god's consciousness.
Regardless of the outcome, this former guardian, now a fallen angel, never intended to live.
"It seems you know more than I thought."
But while marveling at it, Li Tian was also somewhat puzzled:
"Then why are you in such a hurry to fight me? If I wait any longer, I will die too."
Are you in such a hurry to die?
Why are you asking me why?
The smile vanished in an instant, like a phantom dissipating. Ning Feng stared at the fallen angel, his long-suppressed anger spreading silently.
"Didn't I tell you? Let's end this between the two of us."
Ning Feng drew his blood-stained, menacing longsword from the shadows beneath his feet, pointing it at the fallen angel, his movements mirroring Jiang Wan's.
"It has to be just you and me, no one else can participate, not even the gods."
"Either you kill me and continue your impossible ritual."
"Either I kill you and end this disgusting shackle."
There was no other choice.
The air was thick with murderous intent.
His gaze gradually returned to its previous kindness, and Li Tiandu asked one last time:
"Child, why do you have to force me? All I've done is to bring my family back."
Similarly, this was Ning Feng's last reply:
"What a coincidence, all I want now is for my former 'family' to return to their original state."
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