The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"I declare that each of you belongs to yourself! You can live for yourselves, and you can die for yourselves!"

"I hereby declare..."

"You are free!"

free.

This is the most precious and unimaginable treasure for these souls who have been trapped in a world for thousands of years.

You are free!

All souls are lost.

They felt as if the shackles binding them deep in their souls had broken, leaving them feeling light and empty.

Having been imprisoned for thousands of years, they now feel lost and fearful.

At this moment, the steady voice once again guided them in the right direction.

"Don't be sad."

"Rejoice! Your king has never abandoned his people, and now he has returned."

Raising his greatsword high, Lai Enhart, as he always did before every battle, shouted:

"I'm standing right beside you!"

"I will achieve victory with you, or..."

"I will die with you."

This time, the invincible king will embrace death alongside his people.

Suddenly, the first ray of light appeared, and the soul of a warrior knelt before Leonhardt, then transformed into a dim light and flew into the sky.

He chose to trust his king, just as he had always done.

Gradually, more and more light appeared, converging into a dazzling pillar of light shooting into the sky.

This is an epic of heroes.

An epic story that is somewhat sad.

The scattered divinity did not fly into Leonhardt's body, but instead followed the familiar aura and merged into the greatsword in his hand.

Under the world's gaze, Lai Enhart turned his head, raised the greatsword with both hands, and slowly spoke to Ning Feng in mid-air:

"I will return everything to you."

They obtain power from the gods, and ultimately return that power to the gods.

But Ning Feng didn't rush to retrieve the artifact that represented power; instead, he suddenly asked:

"Don't you really want to save the world?"

"This is where you grew up. Although it is dilapidated, the chance to save it is now in your hands."

Really, you don't want to?

The authority of the gods is readily available; once he obtains this power, he can do at least more.

The idea that a god-slayer can become a god is not without its problems.

This is what he deserves.

But the god-slayer was unwilling.

"That's enough."

"The world no longer needs new gods."

Leonhardt loathed the gods; he hated everything the gods brought to the world.

He felt only gratitude towards the god who granted him the power to kill gods.

"We have no other way to repay your help but our gratitude."

"Thanks you!"

winter.

The king, who had never bowed to anyone, knelt on one knee before the demon who had given him the power to truly save all.

She showed him her gratitude.

Suddenly, Ning Feng felt that everything was different.

Since entering the mode of acting on behalf of the gods, Ning Feng has been constantly feeling the oppression of this world, as if it wants to drive him out.

He had been stubbornly enduring it all, but that feeling vanished the moment Ernst expressed his gratitude to him.

The king of this world has submitted.

The world, too, submitted.

The will of the world demonstrated its loyalty to Ning Feng, this outsider who forcibly seized power.

Ning Feng, after a moment of surprise, did not dodge. He remained silent for a while before slowly nodding.

Hey.

He fell from the sky, and his appearance returned to its original form, reverting to his human form.

His clothes had transformed into a silver-white robe with antique patterns. Ning Feng gently embraced the unconscious Xilin with his left arm and extended his right hand toward Lai Enhart.

When he used [Will of the Watchers], he asked Leonhardt a few questions on behalf of the Watchers, but the king at the time did not answer them.

At that time, Ning Feng received Lai Enhart's answer through his actions.

He wanted revenge, revenge against the gods who created their world!

Now, his wish has been fulfilled, and Ning Feng has also kept his promise.

He granted Lenhardt power, enabling him to successfully complete his revenge.

“I am neither your savior nor a god who has come to save you.”

This world doesn't need saving, at least not by him alone.

"Only you yourselves can truly save you."

The one who could hold out until Ning Feng arrived was Lai Enhart.

If he had given up resistance much earlier, the world would have ended long ago.

"But if you insist on asking me for my approval..."

Removing his hand from Ennhart's head, Ning Feng gently patted the kneeling king's shoulder and whispered:

"Rest in peace, O Enhart."

"I grant you permission to die."

I permit you to rebel against this world.

"You are free."

You gave the world the right to choose, but you forgot about yourself. Well, I'll give you that right.

What's wrong with a hero who saves the world and gets the future he desires?

No.

No one should stop it, and no one should stop it.

In the realm of the gods, language becomes power, and words become laws.

The last shackles binding Lai Enhart were completely shattered by Ning Feng.

Tears welled up in her eyes again, but this time they were tears of emotion.

"Thanks you……"

Feeling his body becoming lighter and lighter, Lai Enhart murmured softly:

May you live forever in the long river of destiny.

His body slowly shattered, and the body of the kneeling Leonhardt gradually lit up, transforming into a faint golden light that chased after the radiance of the others.

Under Ning Feng's gaze, Lai Enhart's soul reverted to the appearance of a young man. He quickly ran to a girl's side and took her hand.

Beside him, the unserious knight Karl, holding his longsword, lazily enjoyed the beautiful scenery.

Just like a thousand years ago, they were happy and carefree.

The golden light formed from the souls of all living beings gradually illuminated the sky, and the blood-red clouds dissipated.

At the same time, the light of dawn tore through the night sky.

The dawn's light shone upon the golden light of the soul, creating a dazzling interplay.

The long night came to an end.

This time, however, the shattered world was not concealed by illusory power, nor did it revert to its false appearance.

The tragic fate that had permeated this world for thousands of years has finally come to an end.

There are no more gods in this world, no more human souls belong to gods, and everyone is free.

The light of dawn brought final demise.

But this demise is not sad.

On the contrary, laughter of liberation echoed across the world.

They cheered for freedom in a shattered world, enjoying a rest that was a thousand years overdue.

The world is being destroyed, but their souls have been elevated.

Ning Feng has the ability to change all of this. He can force Lai Enhart to accept that power according to his will, and he can also melt all the souls into the divine weapon that turns back into a dagger in front of him.

But he didn't.

He held Xilin in his arms, silently tilting his head back to gaze at the dawn and the golden rain of light filling the sky.

Golden light shone in his eyes.

He was simply saying goodbye to this world.