Calm but firm words echoed in the room.

Ning Feng, the incarnation of divine power, slowly expressed his opinions and told the other party his wishes without any falsehood.

Be upright and upright, without any cover-ups or detours.

Moreover, this is not a discussion, he is just stating how he wants to do it.

He heard the cry for help, and Bishop Charles appealed to him, hoping that he could save everything.

He saw purgatory, a world like purgatory on earth, where malice was infinitely amplified.

He felt the pain, from the last king Reinhardt

He doesn't like such a miserable world.

So Ning Feng went to save that world, that world that should have disappeared in the long river of time.

Bishop Charles had agreed to this matter from the beginning.

【"Don't worry, I will save you."】

And it doesn’t matter what you will encounter or what you will encounter in this process!

All that matters is the ending.

Either lead them to find a way out, or personally put an end to it all.

"He will surely die."

The mysterious woman who looked like a god but not a god looked at Ning Feng quietly with her light eyes, her eyes as silent as before.

However, the eyes that were slightly open before were slightly wider.

Buzz——

I don't know what happened, but an indescribable and huge sense of oppression swept across him in an instant, and the thinking of Ning Feng, the incarnation of the god, was stagnant for a moment.

What?

Only a moment passed, maybe even less than a thousandth of a second, but Ning Feng was still aware of this momentary sense of disobedience.

what happened?

But before he could defend himself, he heard a discordant sound.

Tick ​​tock.

Um!?

The mysterious and terrifying woman in front of me had bright red liquid dripping under her thin veil.

The powerful aura just now fell instantly, and Ning Feng really felt the opponent's weakness this time.

...she was injured?

At this moment, the other person is not much stronger than an adult woman.

It seemed like the timing was right, but Ning Feng didn't act rashly.

Not only because the two are friends but not enemies, but also because of the feeling that comes from the depths of their souls.

As long as he had the slightest thought, the death crisis in his heart would continue to expand.

Will die.

Ning Feng had only experienced this feeling with two people before - Ariana and Cecilia.

The terrible feeling that I had only experienced with the demon and angel, who fell in love (Ariana claimed) and killed each other (Cecilia firmly believed), was experienced by another woman.

Bottomless.

How terrible...

The mysterious woman didn't seem to care about her weakness. She didn't use magic to clean it. Instead, she slowly raised her hand to wipe it, and then said:

"Then it seems that this is the choice you made."

Nodding slightly, Ning Feng had already made up his mind about what he wanted to do.

His attitude has shown that he doesn't know what will happen in the near future.

However, his safety can still be guaranteed. His true body remains below, and only the incarnation made of divine power wanders outside.

But what surprised him was that the battle did not break out in the end.

After wiping away the blood, the woman in a hood slowly walked to the huge table in the center of the hall, pulled out a seat and sat down.

Although Ning Feng couldn't see the back of the chair chosen by the woman because of the angle, judging from the other chairs, each chair had a special meaning.

There are all kinds of bizarre patterns on the backs of the chairs, depicting various characters, experiences, stories...

Ning Feng didn't think much and sat directly on one of the chairs nearby.

Compared to other chairs with different pictures painted on them, the one Ning Feng selected was obviously much simpler.

There was only a pair of open eyes, looking down at the ground from the sky, and what he observed was only a deserted and dead land.

Without speaking, the two of them lowered their heads together and looked at the scene happening in that world.

…

The false god who should have died long ago let out a roar of protest, trembling unbearably, and huddled in the corner of the blood cage.

His appearance at this moment has completely lost the original high status and unfathomability, and he looks like an old lion that has lost its fangs and is still unable to resist.

When facing the false gods before, the biggest feeling that the false gods gave Ning Feng was that they were changeable and uncontrollable, as if they would display new powers in a second.

To be honest, Ning Feng was not mentally prepared for the current situation.

He originally thought that he was going to have a fierce and evenly matched battle with the false god, but it was not easy to obtain the fighting god.

But I never thought that the "realm of the gods" that Ariana spoke of would actually be such an experience.

The moment the false god and the true god came to the world, she cut off his connection with the world at just the right moment, and directly and openly replaced the other person's identity.

At that moment, if the false god had regained enough consciousness, he would have cursed loudly.

It's just a pity, there is no what if.

But even if he falls into such a situation, the false god is still a god, and can even be called a saint form. He is still not something that ordinary legends can deal with alone.

Reinhardt is not strong enough either.

But when he bore the prayers of the entire world, received such a coronation, and held the authority of the world, everything was different.

The pattern of the battle was completely reversed.

Reinhardt, who symbolized man, forced the scarlet phantom, which represented God, step by step, forcing him to retreat until he huddled in a corner.

【No……】

【My child, you can't do this!】

An illusory voice appeared in his ears, and an angry scolding sounded in Reinhardt's ears:

[I am your creator! I saved you! You...you can't treat me like this!]

But he remained unmoved and continued to move forward.

Then, the voice changed its tone again and became the voice of Queen Mary:

【King! You can't do this!】

【You are killing me!】

【You have killed me once, do you want to kill me again?】

The sobbing figure finally made Reinhardt stop for a moment, but the next moment he started walking again, and even faster!

"No! Talk in Mary's face!"

Running, the angry king slashed the right hand of the false god with the giant sword in his hand!

Clang!

When the sword fell, Reinhardt's face did not show any joy. On the contrary, he felt sad.

Because the moment the long sword slashed into the false god's body, he felt that there was some missing sound behind him.

Those sad voices and those remaining souls finally found rest.

Some even did not rest voluntarily, but were destroyed by the impact of power.

But from another perspective, they have indeed ushered in the rest that they have been waiting for for thousands of years.

And every time you slash with this giant sword, you are consuming the souls behind it.

【You are killing them!】

Then, will it stop?

【You are killing them with your own hands!】

Answer……

ah!

A silent roar came from his throat, Reinhardt's eyes turned red from tears and widened, and he raised the giant sword again...

"They are already dead..."

With an angry roar, a sound that was more like a wail than a roar, the giant sword fell.

"He's already dead!!!"

Tears fell, and Reinhardt's spine was straight without any bend.
To be continued...