The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Something's wrong with this world!

Something's not right!

!

What happened during their slumber?

Why have we fallen to this state?

what is this?

Unable to find an answer, the gods could only continue to use the power they had just seized to resist the encroachment of darkness.

But darkness did nothing; it neither continued its attack nor retreated in the face of the gods' resistance.

He simply watched indifferently.

The being lurking in the endless darkness is very patient and doesn't mind continuing to eliminate its prey with patience and energy.

Struggle.

Let me feel as happy as possible.

The gods seemed to hear that merciless and cruel laughter, but they were not yet completely desperate.

Because the gods have not been completely defeated yet!

The Lord of Holy Light has not fallen!

She will definitely win!

...Even such a firm belief was shaken at this moment.

Is that really the case?

If the Lord of Holy Light is truly as powerful as he was in the past, then why has the situation deteriorated to its current state?

The gods had all sorts of speculations and doubts, but in any case, at this moment they could only place their hopes on the Holy Light.

Only she can save them.

They looked up at the blazing sun in the sky and silently began to pray.

The world was on the verge of destruction, yet at this moment, all was eerily quiet.

Silence reigned throughout the realms.

Everyone is waiting for an answer.

Will light ultimately triumph over darkness?

Or will darkness devour light?

This seems to be the final battle concerning the future direction of this world.

There are only two possible futures:

Either the gods have returned to the heavens and will continue to rule over everything.

Either humanity will completely turn the tables and continue to be the master of the world.

There is no other possibility.

……

……

The outside world was silent, but under the blazing sun, the atmosphere was not as tense as outsiders might imagine.

The encroaching darkness divided half of the space, staining the entire half with its own color, but that was all; it did not go any further.

The light in the other half of the space did not retaliate, tacitly allowing the presence of the newcomer.

In the space between darkness and light, there is a table that occupies half on each side, with two cups of hot tea on it.

Lying leisurely in the darkness, Ning Feng gently blew on the steam rising from his teacup.

On the other side of the table, Cecilia was adding sugar to her black tea.

Raising an eyebrow, the true demon king in the prophecy kindly raised an eyebrow and advised:

"Hey, you added a bit too much sugar, didn't you? Be careful, you might gain weight."

The supreme deity chuckled and tilted his head, asking in return:

"You really think of yourself as an ordinary person? Are you afraid of getting burned?"

If the scorching sun can't burn you, how could a cup of hot tea possibly scald you?

Are you kidding me?

"Haha, it's just a personal habit. I don't like food that's too hot."

"Eating too much can increase the risk of esophageal cancer."

Ha ha.

Listening to Ning Feng's nonsense, the Lord of Holy Light, who had the same face as Cecilia, gave him a deep look, then chuckled twice with an ambiguous meaning.

"I've actually always had a question."

Blinking, Ning Feng put down his teacup and made a gesture of listening attentively.

"Oh? Go ahead."

Setting down the last sugar cube and stirring it with a teaspoon, the Lord of Holy Light asked in a casual tone:

How should I address you now?

"Ning Feng? [Prophet]? [Sage]? Or [Demon King]?"

"Or perhaps..."

She paused for a moment, then looked up calmly into the man's eyes and asked with a smile:

"[World Will]?"

Chapter 581 Yes, this is crazy

Mortals inquired of the gods.

Pray as if in a prayer.

他 说:

—Can I ask you to die?

……

This is blasphemous.

This is blasphemous and beyond any argument!

Leaving aside the dark ages in the eyes of mortals, where gods once ruled everything, even in today's world, this cannot be considered mild.

It was less of a discussion and inquiry and more of a curse.

He was cursing the gods.

Imagine their deaths.

But the Lord of Holy Light did not get angry at such a rude question; he showed no sign of displeasure whatsoever.

She simply shook her head and smiled faintly:

"This kind of attitude hardly qualifies as a request."

Hahaha.

With a light laugh and a shrug, Ning Feng helplessly spread his hands:

"Doesn't that count? I think I'm quite polite."

“I used the word ‘please,’ doesn’t that prove my sincerity?”

Am I really that aggressive?

I don't think so... probably.

"But no matter how gentle I try to appear, you won't believe me, will you?"

“We all know the solution to this problem, so let’s just be open and honest about it.”

No matter how harmonious and understanding the two of them seemed just now, it was all an act.

There are irreconcilable conflicts between the two.

God and man.

For humans, deities are a huge threat.

Even the gods harbored resentment towards these mortals who attempted to rebel against them.

The possibility of coexistence may have existed in the past, but now that the two sides have torn each other apart and revealed their true colors, it is certainly no longer possible.

Either you die, or I perish.

The Lord of Holy Light gazed at Ning Feng for a long time before finally sighing:

"Will our fate... necessarily end in bloodshed?"

It's unclear who she was referring to with her words of lament.

Is it a god, a mortal, or both?

Ning Feng didn't know.

He understood this being who stood at the pinnacle of the divine better than anyone else, yet he saw through him more than anyone else.

She showed kindness while remaining indifferent.

She acted for the sake of the gods, yet stopped for the sake of mortals.

Is the Lord of Holy Light friend or foe?

Ning Feng didn't know.