The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"Die for me."

card.

Compared to the sounds of torrential rain and thunder, the sound of shattering was so small, yet it entered Ning Feng's ears clearly.

It is so clear.

Ning Feng: !

?

I stared in disbelief at the unfolding scene before me, feeling my hands trembling slightly.

Because what we see before us is a scene that can be called a miracle.

card.

The guard captain, who had been expressionless from the beginning when he was controlled by the gods, began to distort his face as he struggled violently and frantically.

Sadness, anger, pain, joy... his expression changed constantly before finally returning to calm.

At that moment, just as porcelain was about to shatter and crack, a crack appeared in Karl's body, and in a short instant, it pierced through his entire body.

He looked calmly at his king before him, a gentle smile appearing on his almost broken face.

他 说:

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

Although it looked ferocious and terrifying, it made Reinhardt feel at ease.

This is not a god, but his friend.

At this moment, divine manipulation was no longer an obstacle; Karl's spirit transcended everything.

Carl created his own miracle.

He was indeed a devout believer who never doubted God.

But in addition to that, he was also the chief bodyguard of the King of Rhine.

He was a knight, a knight of unwavering loyalty.

Even compared to the gods, his king was placed ahead.

He is the knight of the King of Heroes, and he is also a hero.

They should not die a humiliating death and then be used as puppets to die again.

A knight's faith has never been in gods.

In an instant, the knight, on the verge of shattering, suddenly remembered all the things he had forgotten.

The king before her was no longer the majestic figure she remembered, but a withered and hideous monster.

"Oh, I see."

Those days are gone.

In the end, however, the chief of the royal guard, who was solely responsible for the king's duties, did not continue to express his loyalty.

"Even if it will be painful, please live on..."

Instead, she was a friend who grew up alongside him and persevered with him.

Looking gently at the king, whose appearance was no longer recognizable, he said:

Goodbye, Reinhardt.

Kaka!

Cracks covered the entire body, and it shattered mercilessly.

The spirit of loyalty, in the arms of the king to whom he served, shattered and vanished completely.

The scarlet full moon developed even larger cracks.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

!

A thunderous roar echoed across the sky, completely enraging the previously dormant false god.

She was venting her anger.

The rain of blood intensified.

The rain soaked Ning Feng's body, making him feel even more depressed.

"She wasn't destroyed, so, the next vessel..."

Who is it?

Chapter 230 Who exactly is it!?

The shocking unfolding before his eyes was not yet over, and an even greater unease echoed in Ning Feng's heart.

Who will be the next vessel?

Leonhardt did not cooperate with him. Although he controlled Karl, he did not destroy Karl's final soul along with the sword spirit of the god.

The king eventually relented.

Leonhardt pardoned his knight.

Even though the knight drew his sword against him, the king forgave him and allowed the knight to disappear after apologizing.

This did not conform to the original plan, and Ning Feng was somewhat disappointed about it, but he did not actually harbor much resentment.

This is, after all, their world.

It is their fated entanglement with the gods.

Ultimately, Ning Feng was just an outsider.

Even if he's now caught up in this river of fate, what can he possibly do?

What right do they have to point fingers and criticize?

No.

He could be a catalyst for the fate of these poor people, but he is not yet ready to be the creator of their destiny.

At least for now, a self-proclaimed hero identity is not enough.

Not qualified.

Those who are truly qualified have already made their own decisions.

Perhaps because those final words were too impactful, the Skeleton King remained standing silently in the same position, still embracing his friend.

Looking at Lai Enhart, who remained motionless after Karl disappeared, Ning Feng didn't know what to say.

Leinhard II was the king of these people.

If the concept of a "chosen one" exists in this country at this moment, then he is undoubtedly the one to whom this destiny belongs.

He carries on his shoulders the burden of a thousand years of suffering and destiny.

When he was alive, he was a hero in the hearts of the people.

After his death, he became the guardian of these broken worlds.

A person waits alone for death to devour them, hoping to lay down their last handful of soil for the world.

Every time he gazes at the sun and moon in the sky, it is as if he is looking at the gods.

He silently simmered his anger at that thing hanging high in the sky.

Ning Feng's words were not the real reason why Lai Enhart chose revenge; they were merely a trigger.

It was just a trigger for the outburst of anger that he had thought he had forgotten.

If we're talking about loathing and anger towards this false god, probably no one in the world can compare to Ennhart.

If even he can hold back at this moment, who else can point fingers and criticize him?

No.

Ning Feng shifted his gaze from the grieving king who had lost his friend and began searching the surroundings for any trace of the false god.

Neither Ernst nor Karl needed pity or comfort.

At a knight's funeral, flowers are never needed; the best praise is always the broken armor and sword.

For Karl, his actions themselves were the best proof.

And looking at the lonely figure who was pierced by the spear of God and lay on the ground like a monument.

What can I say?

At this moment, all language is futile.

He lost his best friend, and Ning Feng was unable to do anything to alleviate his pain.

Should we continue to provoke his anger?

That would probably be going too far, so let's not add fuel to the fire.

Let him process this on his own.

As for what will become of this world...

let it go.

Even if it's completely destroyed, then so be it.

not my business.

[Hehe, a man who never admits defeat verbally~ Are you just being arrogant?]

Ning Feng's expression froze as he listened to Ariana's teasing, and he clenched his fists.

The fist has hardened!

Why not just openly admit that you admire this kind of relationship? Admire their unconditional mutual trust and their belief in sacrificing for each other.