The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

The angels' guard patrols the sky, nipping any potential evil in the bud.

This city is the promised land of the gods, where no evil is permitted.

Upon entering the high walls, what one sees is not a magnificent city, but rather...

A sea of ​​gold.

The golden color was somewhat dazzling under the holy light.

All that meets the eye is gold, but it is not gold, a vulgar metal, but a golden wheat field that ripples in the breeze!

A rich, mature aroma wafts into the nostrils on a warm breeze.

What reached my ears was laughter and cheerful chatter.

Golden wheat fields surround the entire city, a delightful scene of harvest, with happy people busily harvesting in the fields.

Not only farmers, but also priests and nuns dressed in white robes were working in the fields, celebrating the joy of the harvest together.

They celebrated, occasionally pausing their work to look at the enormous temple in the city center and loudly praise the name of the Holy Light.

A peaceful scene.

"........."

Ning Feng stood at the city gate, suddenly realizing something, and turned to look at the world outside the city.

Outside the City of Holy Light, on the land beyond the illumination of the Holy Light, there is no similar golden hue, but rather a blanket of pure white.

It is the dead of winter.

It was a cold world where everything withered and all life was gone.

But just a wall away, the residents here are enjoying the fruits of a bountiful harvest.

Ning Feng saw children playing and frolicking in the wheat field, showing no signs of the hardship they endured while working.

Unlike the sons of tenant farmers who sold their lives to nobles from birth, they did not need to work hard in the fields from a young age, following in their parents' footsteps.

Similarly, looking at their rosy cheeks and healthy pink faces, they probably have never experienced hunger.

There's no need to hand over 90% of the harvest to the lord, no need for the whole family to share the remaining 10% of the grain, and in the end, the brothers and sisters will starve to death in the harsh winter, right?

The children were playing and the adults didn't stop them. They just slowly harvested the wheat, occasionally stopping to chat with their companions.

Even though the outside world is ravaged and the battle between gods is intensifying, this place remains peaceful.

This place is like a paradise that will still exist after the world is destroyed, a place of hope for future development.

Stay away from war and evil.

"However, it is also far removed from reality."

Concealing the astonishment in his eyes, Ning Feng regained his usual composure.

Although the scene before him was admirable, Ning Feng did not change his mind.

He still remembers everything he saw and heard along the way.

Ten years is enough time for a monster that suddenly gains humanity to become a real person.

宁封

Just outside this city, there is a village that was recently abandoned due to being covered by a blizzard.

The villagers seemed determined to make a desperate attempt, setting off towards the City of Holy Light in search of the protection of the Lord of Holy Light.

Unfortunately, they did not succeed and instead fell on the road, turning into ice sculptures, until they were finally buried when Ning Feng, who happened to be passing by, discovered them.

To be honest, although such a scene was heartbreaking, it was the world that Ning Feng was familiar with.

A cruel, cold, and unimaginative world.

Hunger, pain, war, death... these are the things that define the world he lives in.

Such a beautiful city only exists in the fantasies of those poor people who have nothing, and many people cannot even imagine such a scene.

Because they simply couldn't imagine that, in their barren imagination, the king was using a carrying pole made of gold.

It was the power of the gods that made this fantasy a reality.

"The beauty of being detached from reality."

Although he didn't think it was real, Ning Feng didn't actually feel disgusted by the scene.

If everyone could live such a life, then... even giving up on resisting the gods wouldn't seem like such an unacceptable thing.

Unfortunately, that's not realistic.

Ning Feng shook his head, not daring to take a step easily at the city gate.

The moment Ning Feng's footsteps touched this land, he sensed a peculiar feeling.

Someone is watching him.

A gaze from high above silently looked down upon him.

Ning Feng might be able to remain undetected by the gods, wandering the world like a roaming evil spirit, but when he actively approaches the gods, he will still be observed.

"He was eventually caught."

Even as the leader of an anti-god organization, he was ultimately captured by the head of the gods.

However, it was slightly different from what he had imagined.

"Ok?"

Standing on the land of the City of Holy Light, Ning Feng did not receive any welcoming or arresting teams.

Nothing happened.

The farmers continued harvesting wheat in the fields, enjoying the joy of the harvest, paying no attention to the bewildered traveler.

This is a holy city, and every day countless pilgrims come here hoping to become a member of the city.

Nothing surprising.

The Lord of Light knew of his arrival, but did not give any instructions to her followers.

What does this mean?

But seeing his bewildered expression as he stood there for a long time, a farmer who was closest to him finally took the towel around his neck to wipe his sweat, tucked his sickle into his waistband, and walked over.

"Holy Light above, praise be to the merciful Lord of Light!"

He first offered a devout prayer, and then kindly inquired:

"Young man, why are you standing there? Are you having some kind of trouble?"

Chapter 510 Under the Light

"Are you a pilgrim who has come to worship? If so, you can follow this path and eventually climb the holy mountain."

"Are you here to seek refuge with relatives? If you are looking for relatives, I suggest you go to the temple and ask the priest. They have everyone's names and addresses there."

"Or are you God's chosen one, called by the Lord? If so, I still suggest you go to the temple and find the priest; they know the procedures."

"Or perhaps..."

Contrary to the taciturn farmer's appearance, this friendly man was quite eloquent, chatting animatedly with the somewhat bewildered Ning Feng.

"Ah! My old problem has flared up again!"

After talking to himself for a while, he suddenly slapped his forehead.

Snapped!

"Oh, hahaha, look at my impatient nature, cough cough cough!"

He chuckled awkwardly, then suddenly realized he was being a little too familiar with the situation.

He coughed twice, then raised his hand and rubbed it vigorously on his clothes to wipe away the dirt.

He extended his hand to Ning Feng, revealing a simple smile.

"I am Hurley, and I have lived here for many years!"

As he extended his palm, he pounded his chest with his left hand, speaking with great confidence.

"Don't worry, I can help you with any questions!"

Ning Feng blinked and looked at the other person a few more times, but in the end he did not refuse the other person's kindness and raised his hand to shake hands with him gently.

Rough and powerful, it was undoubtedly the palm of a farmer.

Just like his appearance, Hurley truly spent most of his life farming.

"If I had to choose, I would be the third type you mentioned."

Being invited by the Lord of Holy Light, could this be considered a form of invitation?

Ning Feng thought it was probably true, and based on that alone, his status was already higher than that of many archbishops.

Who is qualified to be personally invited by the Lord of Holy Light?

"Oh! That's really enviable!"

Hurley's eyes widened, but he didn't doubt. Instead, he looked Hurley up and down with a sigh, and finally exclaimed:

"I wish I were a Divine Scroll Master too!"

"Is being chosen by God a good thing?"

"Of course!"

He looked at Ning Feng strangely, and muttered:

"That's the Chosen One of the Holy Light! What an enviable and coveted honor! Do you know how noble it is? Hahaha, but don't be nervous, you'll understand in the future."

"Okay! Let's go, I'll take you to the temple."

After saying that, without waiting for Ning Feng's reaction, he strode away, ignoring the wheat he had just harvested.

"Don't you need to bring it?"

Raising an eyebrow, Ning Feng followed behind Heli and asked: