The world doesn't need succubus to save

Chapter 420 You don't need to repent, just die
light.

The entire piece of torn black light erupted from the shadow's abdomen.

The exclusive god-given long sword that once belonged to an angel exploded with its former power at this moment.

(ahh!!)
(impossible!)
The black shadow of the mourner wailed, and threw Ning Feng out of his hand under severe pain.

Ning Feng's body flew in mid-air for a while, then suddenly turned over, and the broken bones on his back were connected, allowing him to fly up.

cough cough...

Coughing up some blood, Ning Feng laughed when he heard the sound of bones breaking and healing in his body.

Successful.

He is very satisfied to be able to pay such a small price and achieve such a big result.

Looking at the howling black shadow, he took a deep breath, puffed up his chest, and then took the initiative to put together the broken and interlaced ribs.

Click.

It hurts, but I'm still alive.

that's enough.

After doing a simple treatment for himself, Ning Feng flew back to the black shadow, admiring his miserable state and said with a smile:

"Cough... How does it feel to be put fireworks in your body?"

Naturally, the mourners have no time to take care of this, and have been trying to force the words of judgment out of their bodies, but failed time and time again.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ning Feng smiled easily, and kindly asked the mourners about their user experience:

"Looking at you, don't you feel too rough? Don't be too surprised, after all, it also has a temper."

The Word of Judgment is not a purely dead thing, it is self-aware.

For this kind of Excalibur, what it is looking for is a pure world without lies.

Any lies will be invisible in front of him, and all liars will be punished.

but!

Although it has the ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood, it is not just an extraordinary tool for distinguishing lies.

The Word of Judgment is a legendary sword with special protection!
A weapon born for battle.

Since it was created, contained in its deepest layer, it has always had only one most important function—to eliminate evil.

And a fallen god who does not admit his own death, tempts others to fall, and gives them false life is the greatest evil!

And, from another point of view, is it not a lie to deny death and claim that you are still alive?

"Come on."

Eyes full of cold killing intent, Ning Feng pointed up with the index finger of his right hand.

The Word of Judgment exploded with the greatest energy since Ning Feng held it.

Regardless of all costs, the Word of Judgment unleashed all the power it had nurtured over the years.

Destroy the evil!

Justice lasts forever!

We wait for this to exist!
Even if you sacrifice, you will do whatever you want! ! !

The light became more dazzling than before.

boom!
(Ahhhhh!!!)

The mourner feels that the body is always expanding and bursting with fiery energy, tearing his body apart and destroying his remaining divinity.

At the same time, the holy sword was still absorbing his energy and continued to attack his body.

This rises, that disappears.

(No! No, it shouldn't be like this!)

He tore his body apart, trying to extract the words of judgment from his body.

But the mourner had no way to grab it, and could only tear off his body one after another, and the huge figure began to shrink gradually.

It quickly shrinks from a size of tens of meters, shrinking rapidly like a sponge that has been wrung out of water.

(I won't die in a place like this...)
Boom!
The phantom of the deer head fell to the ground heavily, shaking the whole ground.

(It shouldn't be like this...)
He kept howling, as if he was questioning an existence that didn't exist here, and finally his voice became smaller and smaller.

And when the figure of the mourner shrank to the size of a normal human being, the words of judgment finally emerged.

The holy sword pierced through the mourner's front and back in such a way that it pierced through the heart, and got stuck in it.

Guangyao's power has dissipated, and after frantically promoting its own abilities regardless of the cost, the Word of Judgment has become a bit rotten at this moment.

Some cracks even faintly appeared on the surface of this sturdy holy sword, as if it was about to shatter soon.

Just like their spirit, even if they sacrifice themselves, they will never back down and escape.

No one would underestimate the sharpness and sturdiness of the Word of Judgment. The bones that have been stained with a lot of legendary blood and cut off the saints have never changed.

But when it turned into such a tragic situation after a short fight with the gods, people still can't help but lament the gap in strength.

The Mourner could have drawn the Word of Judgment just by raising his hand, but now that it was gone it seemed to be of little importance.

And as the mourner's body became solid, his will seemed to recover a little.

But the Mourner did not absorb the escaping power around him, nor did he draw out the Word of Judgment, but looked at it carefully.

Ning Feng: "..."

There seemed to be a new change in the situation, which made Ning Feng, who was already preparing for the next step, stop and wait and see.

Finally, after a moment of silence, just as Ning Feng was about to make a move, he spoke slowly:
(This is the rule of [Honest], remember his name, it should be "Words of Judgment"?)

Ning Feng was a little confused about the exact state of the other party, but he did not remain silent:

"As much his name as it is."

The Word of Judgment is the name of the legendary holy sword here, and it is also the name of the angel who fought until the end.

Even if he had returned to the size of a normal person, he still couldn't see the mourner's face clearly. It was unclear whether he had taken the initiative or had given up on his former face.

(Is that so, are you his successor?)
He turned his head, carefully looked at it with only two empty and sunken eye sockets, and then was a little confused, and said to himself strangely:

(No... Could it be said that demons can be the successors of angels now?)

The other party seems to have regained his sanity?
"........."

(Demon, what are you going to do?)
What should I do?
I want justice for them.

and so……

Falling to the ground, standing at the same level as the mourner, Ning Feng, covered in blood, said bluntly:

"I'm going to kill you."

I will bury you completely.

(why?)

"Everything I've done for you, don't tell me you don't know."

(Need I make a confession for this?)

"No, you don't have to."

Ning Feng flatly refused without any explanation.

He does not accept repentance because he is not qualified to forgive him for those who have died.

"You don't need to repent, just die."

(That's it...)
The mourner with the head of a deer didn't seem surprised by this, and nodded calmly:
(Then go ahead, I won't resist.)
(End of this chapter)