The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

belch.

A satisfied burp emanated from the book, and the Book of the Forgotten seemed to be stimulated, undergoing a change at that moment.

The cat paw on the cover has transformed into a scarlet vertical child, staring intently at the black tome.

It was full of greed.

The hundreds of arms of the rioters spread like tentacles, viciously grabbing at the remaining believers.

!!!

Sensing a profound malice, the pitch-black tome trembled.

The control over the existence of the ancient text was exceptionally decisive; it immediately withdrew from consciousness and swiftly disappeared with it.

In an instant, all the corrupted and chaotic Faceless Believers vanished without a trace.

It was as if it had never existed.

Only the shocked old man endured the backlash, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

"Look, this is the god you've been hoping for."

"When you sense even the slightest crisis that is draining her power, choose to abandon your god."

"If she's not willing to expend this little bit of her energy for you, how could she possibly complete that unrealistic ritual?"

As Ning Feng spoke, he walked towards Li Tiandu, gradually accelerating until he was running and finally sprinting!

"Admit it, you've been fooled!"

"Your God has always been deceiving you."

God, have you deceived me?

Li Tiandu was weaker than ever before, but his confusion at this moment outweighed his panic about his situation.

They gave their all and their lives, but this was the end result.

His faith was once again challenged.

"cough!"

With his throat tightly gripped, the fallen angel, unable to resist, was slammed against the wall, causing cracks to appear all over the wall.

Despite being equally weak, Ning Feng's mental state had reached an unprecedented level!

"Let's end all of this."

Lifting Li Tiandu up, Ning Feng spread his wings and carried him toward the dome of the church!

boom!

The church cage, constructed of spiritual energy, shattered instantly, and the two burst out of the dome.

As dawn approached, the stars gradually faded away, and two figures tore at each other in space.

Because of the previous impact, Li Tian, ​​who was in a state of confusion, didn't fight back much.

card.

tear.

Blood fell from the sky as Ning Feng ruthlessly snapped off, tore off, and threw down his wings.

The two lost their balance and fell from the air, crashing heavily onto the roof of the church.

Bang!

"cough!"

Blood was blocking his throat, making his vision blurry. The fallen angel used his cloudy eyes to look at the starry sky.

If all the affection shown to me was fake, then... were all those promises lies?

Are they really never coming back?

Hey.

Footsteps approached, and Ning Feng, covered in blood, slowly walked towards them, dragging a blood-stained longsword.

However, there seemed to be insufficient blood, and the resulting longsword appeared thin and even transparent.

Looking down at the fallen angel who resembled a weak and senile old man, Ning Feng did not continue his attack.

Regardless of whether Ning Feng intervenes or not, Li Tian, ​​who has given everything, will not survive the night.

Ning Feng, who was largely responsible for this outcome, felt no remorse.

Those who do good will have a good end, and those who do evil will be punished.

The current situation is more a case of Li Tiandu bringing it upon himself.

"Whether you regret it now or not, I only feel sorrow."

Do you have any last words?

...Last words?

These words jolted Li Tiandu, and his consciousness finally returned to reality.

When the solace found in despair is betrayed again, what will this intense emotion transform into?

It is hatred.

Struggling to sit up, Li Tian hoarsely roared at the figure in Mohu:

"There's something about destiny that you don't know!"

"Cough cough... Gods!"

"The gods are about to cough... revive."

As Ning Feng calmed down, he looked at the lingering fear of the future in the man's eyes and felt a sense of dejection for some reason.

A former hero...

He sighed, stopped in front of Li Tiandu, and interrupted:

"No, I know, I've known from the very beginning."

Is that all you wanted to say in the end?

Forget it, so be it.

Ning Feng shook his head at Li Tian, ​​who was slumped on the ground, and raised the thin, almost unformable blood sword high.

"you know?"

Stunned by the answer, Li Tiandu looked up and subconsciously asked:

"If... all that lies ahead is endless darkness and despair, can you persevere?"

His eyes were unfocused, as if he were asking Ning Feng, or perhaps asking his former self.

Then he received the answer.

A frank, unvarnished answer.

"I don't know, and I can't guarantee it."

Ning Feng has high hopes for his future, but he is also worried about unexpected events and will not make vows lightly.

However, although he didn't know what he was capable of, he was very clear about what he would not do.

“But I certainly wouldn’t be like you, so terrified that I would sell my soul.”

Driven by the unknown and fear, the former hero bowed his head to the enemy and turned his weapon against his comrades.

The hero who slayed the dragon eventually became the dragon himself.

The cycle of sorrow repeats itself endlessly, a cycle of pain.

But now, a new hero has decided to sever this sinful destiny.

He vowed never to go down that path.

他 说:

"I will face it, even if the road ahead is full of thorns."

Even if it leads to death.

He will not go gently into that good night.

He must forge ahead like a storm.

It angrily denounces the passing of light!

In a final burst of energy, his cloudy eyes brightened, and Li Tian could clearly see the young man before him who had made up his mind.

Upon closer inspection, the young man before him finally matched the image of the crybaby he remembered.

The old man, who had fallen into the abyss, smiled kindly and said with emotion:

"You've grown up."

!!!

Ning Feng felt a momentary choke, but he quickly regained his composure and closed his eyes.

Don't say those things with that tone and look at the end.

That's very unfair.

I also experience moments of confusion.

Although, it was only a little bit.

Opening his eyes, Ning Feng lowered his head and whispered to Li Tiandu:

"Good night."

Goodbye, my cowardice.

Without hesitation, Ning Feng swung his longsword down, severing the last shackles in his heart.

winter.