The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Shirin was unsure whether destroying the canopy would affect the souls of the ordinary people attached to it.

She raised and lowered her arm several times, biting her lip in resentment, before finally putting her hand down.

Shirin was no novice who had never been in battle, and she knew that she couldn't hesitate at this moment.

But with the lives of tens of thousands of people at stake, she still couldn't make a decision immediately.

"Tsk."

Ordinary people without power unknowingly become accomplices of the enemy.

"You seem lost? I miss you..."

A hoarse voice sounded from behind, but stopped abruptly after only saying half of it.

The person who spoke was torn to pieces by the raging magic!

With a frosty expression, Shirin turned to look at the newcomer she had so easily destroyed.

A black feather, shattered beyond recognition, dissipated as it fell.

feather?

No, they are essentially fragments of the soul, only they have been shaped into that form.

"...You seem to be more irritable than I thought, quite different from the cold-blooded branch manager I imagined."

The voice rang out again, but this time Shirin did not attack immediately. Instead, she looked coldly in the direction from which the voice came.

The aura emanating from the other party was extremely weak, so weak that she didn't even sense any threat.

It's not the main body, but rather an ability like creating clones, just like before.

The mysterious priest looked exactly the same as before, except that he was no longer carrying the nameless book.

He wore a faceless black mask and stared at Shirin with his empty eyes, his gaze complex and unfathomable.

Feeling uncomfortable under that gaze, Shirin frowned even more deeply.

She didn't sense desire or greed from the other person; instead, she felt hatred, blame, and anger.

"So...it was you! You're the branch manager!"

As if suddenly realizing something, the pastor stared at Shirin and asked:

"Not fourth-tier, but fifth-tier legendary... Since you have such great power, why didn't you appear back then?"

"You had the ability to stop all of that from happening, so why did you stand by and watch someone die?"

Ok?

Xilin didn't know what was wrong with the other person, so she frowned slightly as she pondered how to control their soul.

The pastor noticed Shirley's expression and asked in surprise:

"Don't you know what I'm talking about? You really don't know?"

Then, as if he had discovered something funny, his shoulders began to shrug, and finally he couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha, so you didn't know at all!"

His voice began to distort, and he started whispering rapidly:

"Why, why did you..."

Complaints, questions, anger... the pastor's words began to become fragmented and incoherent.

It was as if he had too much to say, or as if he wasn't talking to Shirin at all, but was just immersed in his own world.

Having no idea what the other person was trying to express, Xilin was even more confused about what the other person was doing.

What do I know?

Get to the point, don't play the riddle game here!

This is the top floor of the Watchtower City branch. Unlike the ordinary shopping malls that you see from the outside, this place is actually within a defensive barrier.

Like the temples once scattered throughout the world by the gods, each branch has consumed enormous financial, material, and human resources.

In some ways, these branches are like temples of the Watchers, with their defenses reaching legendary levels.

Logically speaking, even if Bincheng fell, the Bincheng branch should not have been so easily invaded.

Unless, there's a mole within.

Or perhaps the priest in front of you was once a member of the Watchers, and a very high-ranking one at that.

Finding that the other party was still rambling incoherently and showed no intention of speaking first, Xilin didn't want to continue the stalemate and coldly asked:

What is your purpose?

She didn't ask mindless questions like "How did you get in?" or "Who is the mole?" because Shirin didn't expect the other party to be honest with her.

Now that the other party has appeared in front of me, besides mockery, he must have something he wants to tell me.

"...Our purpose?"

The pastor paused, as if waking from a long nightmare. He hesitated for a couple of seconds before continuing:

"I never intended to hide it; what I was going to do was very simple."

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, the priest pointed to the city behind him and spoke fervently:

"I want to give her everything, everything you cherish!"

"Then, she will awaken from her false slumber and return to my side once more!"

Undisguised madness, despite being too weak to be perceived, this intense and fanatical emotion made Shirin feel a chill.

This person has gone mad.

So she spoke directly, crushing his hopes.

"You're crazy. What you're hoping for is impossible. The gods are asleep, and no one can fulfill your wishes."

But the pastor burst into laughter and nodded emphatically:

"Crazy? Of course I'm crazy! Hahaha, do you think I don't know that?"

"I know, but so what? I went crazy the day she left me!"

"I've lost everything, what do I have to fear? Hahahaha..."

Unable to communicate.

Realizing she couldn't try to understand a madman, Shirin didn't want to listen to his ramblings any longer. She decided to take control of his clone and then follow the clues to find his real body.

But at that moment, the priest instantly regained his composure and spoke coldly:

"Since you can't understand it, let you experience that feeling too."

! ! ?

Instinctively, Shirin sensed intense malice and attacked without restraint.

boom!

Instantly cast magical chains wrapped around the priest, squeezing and twisting his body, yet he continued to speak:

"When the sky shatters, ordinary people will die, but the awakened will be saved."

"If the sky doesn't shatter, the awakened will die, and ordinary people will be saved."

"However, you only have one hour to consider. After one hour, the souls of these ordinary people will become an integral part of the sky, and will never be able to be separated from it again."

"I'm curious, you who consider yourselves heroes... what choice will you make?"

The power of his soul exploded, and the priest's figure instantly self-destructed, shattering and dissipating.

Shirin stood still, her face full of anger, mixed with deep confusion.

During the priest's final self-destruction, she sensed a strange familiarity in the shattered power, as if she had seen it somewhere before!

"Who are you?!"

as well as……

"What should I do?!"

……

……

Seated on the altar, the black cat looked at Ning Feng with a serious expression and said in a deep voice:

"On one side are innocent ordinary people, and on the other side are awakened colleagues."

Now that you know the consequences, what choice will you make?

"Is it choosing an ordinary person who is worthless and can only wait for others to protect them?"

"Or are they all very precious Awakened Ones who can contribute to the world?"

Ning Feng, who was being stared at, showed a resistant expression, waved his hand impatiently, and said:

"Alright, alright, stop acting now. I'll play with you later. Let's get down to business first."

What kind of time is this to be putting on a little show here!

"Hey~ You said it yourself! You can't go back on your word, you know, I hold grudges a lot~"

Yes Yes Yes.

"Huhuhu~"

Seeing Ning Feng nod, Ariana's serious demeanor vanished, and she chuckled:

"Since tragic epics are no longer popular!"

"That's like being a hero..."

"Let's save everyone!"

Chapter Sixty-One: Are We Playing Heroes?

"Lin Shuang, send me a message on your way back. Send me a message when you arrive."