The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

A pathetic creature.

Chapter 417 The Mourner

Poor thing.

In Ariana's words, a fallen god is only fit to be called an insect.

She patted Pegasus's back and introduced it with great interest:

Did you know? She wasn't some nobody; it's a pity nobody remembers her name anymore.

Perhaps she was once holy enough to be called sacred among all things; believers worshipped her, and pastors spread her glory...

But that's all in the past.

No one cares about the loser; her divine authority, power, believers... everything about her will be absorbed and cleanly taken over by her enemies and former allies.

Now, all that remains there is a broken silhouette, a pitiful fragment of consciousness.

If I had to give her a name, I have a good idea—"Mourner."

Whether it's mourning the dead or the deceased lamenting their fate, it perfectly reflects her current state!

That's it. Whatever her name was before, now that she has lost her honorable name, she is just a mourner.

Ariana nodded confidently, very satisfied with her naming skills.

Don't you think so, my lovely little pony...? Why are you ignoring me?

Pegasus, which she was leaning on, did not react at all, but simply stood there like a sculpture.

Pegasus summoned through angelic power is not a life form in the conventional sense, and it cannot even be considered a supernatural being.

In some ways, they are more like reflections of certain different wills in a certain space, a kind of law-based life that is not very powerful.

However, this does not mean that they are inanimate objects. Different Pegasus have different personalities and preferences, and they are not consistent.

Its inaction at this moment can only prove one thing.

Ariana gently fiddled with the ends of her hair, tilted her head to examine it, and then sighed with a sigh of admiration:

[Alas, yet another poor creature unable to see my beauty. You are all so unfortunate!]

A pitiful and weak mortal.

It's a loss for you pathetic creatures that you can't even see my face!

It's really...

What a pity!

What's even more regrettable is that, apart from him, no one else is qualified to see me now...

Tilting her head, Ariana looked up at the sky on the other side.

There, a pair of illusory, head-sized, withered, empty eyeballs stared at her without moving for a moment.

Why are there so many guys like you?

(Help...save...)

???

"Huh? You want me to save you? You... how can someone be more outgoing than me?"

Sensing the faint fluctuation, Ariana forgot her earlier helplessness and was genuinely surprised, curiously examining the area:

Are you really crazy?

How crazy do you have to be to consider me as one of your own? How naive can you be?

Trying anything as a last resort?

Desperate measures will be taken without proper diagnosis?

Or is it that the person who is only capable of drowning unconsciously grasps the only thing they can hold onto?

I did see you in the very, very distant past, but I don't recall our relationship giving you the audacity to appear so boldly beside me.

We weren't even acquaintances; at most, we'd only glanced at each other from afar.

How dare you ask me for help?

It seems this person has truly gone mad.

[Hehehe, well! The truth doesn't really matter anymore. Congratulations! You guessed right, I really can save you~]

The withered and broken eyeballs moved slightly, as if they had come back to life, and trembled slightly.

(That was... a scam...)

She became excited, as if she wanted to convey some message.

but……

Ariana didn't want to listen and just went on to introduce the name she had chosen.

[It doesn't matter what happens in that situation! Oh, and I've given you a new name, "The Mourner," sounds pretty good, right?]

Do not!

listen to me!

!

(We were all deceived...)

[Lie? I'm not lying to you, because—I never intended to save you in the first place~]

card!

Eyes were frozen in mid-air, staring intently at the devil who had just pulled off a prank.

How about that? Such dramatic ups and downs, aren't they captivating? That's life!

Lightly and effortlessly, Ariana blocked all possible paths to survival for the opponent.

[Although deceiving you first and then killing you when you're most hopeful, and enjoying your despairing soul, would be a good option, I'll leave it at that for now.]

The primordial demon blinked its right eye at the dark figure before it, sticking out its tongue and piercing the mourner's shattered consciousness with a pitying gaze.

【Because you are not qualified!】

I don't care about what you've done, but my dear contractor can't tolerate it.

He glanced down at Ning Feng, who was constantly battling the shadowy figure, watching him leap and dodge on the edge of life and death, yet never being caught by death.

So please, just like he said, obediently go and die.

(you……)

Don't worry, I won't take action lightly... Don't misunderstand, I'm not sympathizing with you, it's just that he wants to do it himself.

(…………)

As if finally giving up the struggle, its withered eyes no longer trembled, but instead stared at the demon with a venomous gaze.

But the demon didn't care at all.

[Also, just so you know, please don't resist too much! If I get really impatient, I might just have to take action.]

(...You'll regret it!)

[Haha, it's been a long time since I've heard that!]

With a laugh, Ariana casually raised her hand and made a grasping motion before crushing those shriveled eyeballs.

Don't worry, I will never regret it.

Speaking of which, you guys always say the same things, don't you have any fresh vocabulary?

With a casual wave of her hand, she directly blew away the spirit's unwilling ashes.

Instead of worrying about whether I'll regret it, please mourn for yourself.

……

……

Ok?

After flashing away once more, Ning Feng suddenly noticed that the shadowy figure's movements paused for a moment.

opportunity!

Without considering the reasons, Ning Feng did not let this moment pass by.

Thump thump thump!

His heart pounded violently, like a bursting engine, pumping boiling demonic blood, like magma, into his limbs.

Ignoring the destructive force striking his body, Ning Feng charged directly at the shadowy figure's brow with his sword, intending to plunge the sword into the mourner's head!

He succeeded!

The blood blade pierced right through the space between the eyebrows and disappeared into it!

however……

(it's useless!)

The shadowy figure did not break down; instead, it seized the opportunity to grab Ning Feng and hold him tightly!

The gods are all highly energetic bodies, and no longer have the concept of vital organs; there is not much difference between destroying the head and destroying the toes.

Ning Feng, who looked miserable as he was held in the palm of the mourner's hand, suddenly laughed.

"is it?"

（！

!! )

At the same moment, within the shadowy figure's body, the ordinary dagger that seemed to have been forgotten since the start of the battle suddenly changed its appearance.

The dagger extended its length and eventually transformed into a simple, silver-white longsword.