The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

However, all the destruction was confined to this space of several tens of meters in radius, and no trace of it could escape.

Silently watching the impotent and furious false god, seeing her wearing the face of a queen and glaring at him with malice, Ning Feng said with pity:

"It's a pity you can't understand all of this right now, otherwise you would also feel insulted, wouldn't you?"

"How pathetic."

And... the realm of the gods, how terrifying.

After receiving Ariana's "small help," Ning Feng now experiences extraordinary power.

With a more intuitive feeling, it was as if he had received something of paramount importance from that light kiss.

Ning Feng could actually guess what this was about.

【authority】

Authority equivalent to that of a god was handed to him lightly with just a kiss.

That's amazing! It allows someone like me, who has never experienced divine authority before, to control it so easily.

Just as Ning Feng was marveling at the power of this deity, the wealthy woman who had given him all this appeared on his shoulder, and the illusory black cat smiled and said:

Alright, it's time to make a decision!

Should we try to help her and listen to her reasons? After all, she didn't intend to hurt anyone; there might be some unspeakable reason behind it.

Or are you going to act decisively, worried that things might get complicated and you'll just destroy her instead?

"A choice?"

Ning Feng shook his head and chuckled softly:

"What's the point of making a choice?"

Confining the false god within a cage entwined with blood-red thorns, Ning Feng turned to look at the broken skull amidst the ruins.

That was the head of the last king of the Kingdom of Rhine, the Hero King Rhinehardt.

His eyes were lowered, his face devoid of any emotion, as he whispered to the fallen warrior:

"How long are you going to sleep? Ennhart, don't you want to take revenge yourself?"

Are you truly resigned to this outcome? Are you ready to accept it willingly?

hum.

Only half a head remained, with faint flames flickering in its empty eye sockets, staring straight at the god-like, inhuman being in the sky.

"Or do you despise the gods and therefore do not want my help?"

"You can rest assured about that. I am not a god, but a human being just like you."

I have now become a half-succubus, but in my subjective perception I am human.

Shirin is a pure-blooded elf who has reverted to her ancestral form, but as long as she considers herself human, then she is human.

Although the situation is special, it is the same for the dead.

Even now, as a withered skeleton and a ghost, in Ning Feng's eyes, Lai Enhart is still the hero who roared and howled at fate.

Heroes are also human; they will fail and be defeated by repeated setbacks that leave them feeling hopeless.

But those who rise again and continue to move forward, even under such circumstances, are the ones who truly deserve the title of hero.

Lai Enhart had done his best; he did the best he could. Even if he couldn't truly destroy the gods, he had bought enough time for Ning Feng and Xilin.

That's enough, you can rest now.

However, Ning Feng did not think so.

He wanted Lenhart to do more...

Ning Feng had the ability to end it all right now, but he was unwilling.

He was unwilling to accept the world's gratitude; he felt unworthy of it.

But Lenhardt has the qualifications, and right now only he has the qualifications!

and so……

Ning Feng wanted Lai Enhart to personally end this thousand-year-old entanglement of wishes.

He waved his hand lightly towards the ground, and Reinhardt's head floated into the air.

Tell me... about the heroes who defied fate.

Ariana's voice rang in Ning Feng's ears, and he repeated it word by word:

"A hero who defies fate."

The moment he spoke, the entire world changed.

Everything around them came to a standstill.

The original rules of this world have been changed!

There is a force forcibly altering the laws of this world.

I grant you the power of vengeance.

"I grant you the power of vengeance."

Go and end it all yourself.

"Go and end it all yourself."

In my name.

"...in my name."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Broken bones appeared piece by piece before him and were reassembled.

The skeletal king, who had just been destroyed, reappeared on the battlefield. However, compared to before, he now appeared dull and silent, seemingly lifeless.

"What, is this the first time you've felt powerless?"

When facing deities, mortals can always personally experience their own fragility and powerlessness.

Even anger that seems inexhaustible can be worn down time and time again by the face of a huge gap.

hum!

The fire of the soul in his eyes grew even stronger, but it was still like a candle about to be extinguished in the wind.

Ning Feng didn't care; instead, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Very good, it seems you're willing to do it yourself."

"That's enough."

"You've given up? No, not yet."

If Lai Enhart has completely given up, then he will not respond to Ning Feng's call and be resurrected.

There must be an unquenched flame in his heart.

A flame called anger, a flame called hope!

His voice echoed in Reinhardt's heart, repeating itself endlessly.

“Listen to the voice in your ear… Think about it, what is it that you have come back to life for?”

card.

The skeleton with its head bowed moved slightly, its gaze gradually rising to look at the gods in the sky.

That self-proclaimed god of humanity.

The deity lowered his eyes and whispered:

Go listen.

Listen...listen to what?

The roar of the false god disappeared, and Lai Enhart heard a faint sound that kept growing louder.

Sounds came from the sky, from all directions.

The voice was saying:

Help me!

Kill us!

This is the lament of a world that has already decayed and been destroyed.

[King, save us!]

【Come, King Ennhart!】

That was the lament of his people, the pain of being trapped in a corrupt group for thousands of years.

They are speaking out, constantly yearning for Ennhart.

Their voices were like a pair of decaying hands, pulling Leonhardt further and further into the abyss!

No, that's not all.

Beyond that roaring sound, there was another voice.

Although it may seem weak in comparison, it is indeed the force that has truly sustained him until now.

"Your Majesty, we shall take our leave now."

Come to Ennhart, and you will surely become a hero.

My son, you will surely become a king far superior to me, so act! And then, don't let anyone know the truth!

It is the trust of my comrades.

It was his father's expectations and demands on him on his deathbed.

Come to Ennhart, I believe in you.

Even if it's painful, you must live on.