I, one soul, two bodies, the devil hero

Chapter 125 The Demon Lord is a Rookie

Is this the core of a hero?

The abbot was a little surprised. The core represents the most important part of the mental world and supports the entire mental world.

Once the mental world loses its core, it will collapse and then disappear into nothingness.

The body will also become a blank shell.

Generally speaking, the core of the mental world is a person or an object.

The core of most people's mental images is the image of the master of the mental world.

Being self-centered is an instinct of living things. Perhaps because of his noble character, a person may give up his own life in times of crisis to save a stranger.

But when faced with a sudden crisis, the only thing I can think of is myself.

There won't be a long inner monologue like in anime and movies.

That is something that only a strong person who can stop time can do.

Once you are dead, you are dead. The speed of your thinking will not suddenly increase due to the arrival of death.

And the core of the hero was actually a woman? A woman she had never seen before.

With white hair and red eyes, he sits high on the throne, like an emperor of the dark world.

The abbot began to speculate about the identity of this woman.

The dream lover that the hero wants but cannot get? The old lover hiding in the dark? Or a character like a daughter.

But none of this matters.

The only thing she had to do now was to lead this girl out of Luo Feng's mental world so that she could occupy this perfect body.

The abbot walked forward, his wooden shoes tapping lightly on the floor tiles, making a crisp sound.

The hazy gray fog in the palace began to dissipate.

When the abbot walked to the center of the palace, the girl on the throne suddenly moved.

The entire palace trembled, and the girl who was sitting on the throne as if carved from stone turned her eyes to the abbot.

A pressure so heavy that no human soul could bear it at all covered her!

Even the bones all over the body made slight strange noises.

The abbot had his hands hanging down, his head slightly lowered, his face gloomy, he had lost his previous composure, and was trying his best to resist the pressure that was like a landslide and tsunami!

"I told you that you will regret it." A graceful voice spread from the throne.

Luo Feng, wearing a black dress, stepped on the cold floor tiles with her two bare feet.

"Why!" A mighty aura flashed through the abbot's body. Even with all the strength of his soul, he could only barely speak.

"Why?" Luo Feng smiled, "I know you have a lot of questions now. I can answer three of your questions. Go ahead and ask."

"You are not the brave Luo Feng, who are you?" The abbot's voice was a little out of tune, and it was hard to tell whether it was fear or anger.

"I am indeed Luo Feng, but the hero is only one of my identities, and that is the Demon King."

The abbot's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, as if he had heard something incredible. His expression changed several times, from surprise, to horror, and finally to despair.

"I don't believe it." The owner shook his head, and his mental state seemed to be on the verge of collapse. "Which pillar are you among the demon gods?"

"I've already said that I'm the Demon King. Of course, the only one who can be called the Demon King in the entire Demon Realm is the Demon Lord?" Luo Feng squatted down, lowered his head and poked the abbot's slender ankle.

"I am the hero, and I am the demon king." Luo Feng looked up at the stiff-faced monk and said, "Any questions?"

"..."

Although he was clearly in a desperate situation, the monk felt like laughing. He was laughing at the prophecy of the goddess of fate and at those who regarded Luo Feng as their savior.

The so-called repelling of darkness was just a show put on by the devil, and saving Greenwell was nothing but a joke.

This should not be called salvation, it should be called charity, charity from the devil.

The Demon King created a small account in Greenville and played the role of a hero, but was given the important task of defeating the Demon King and became the savior in everyone's eyes.

How ridiculous this is.

If her body hadn't been trapped in place and unable to move, she would have almost bent over with laughter.

"why are you laughing."

"I laugh at the blessings the gods give you, and at the ignorant people who flock to them." The abbot suddenly became frank, with a hint of charm in the corners of his eyes.

Because she knew that she was doomed, and since Luo Feng could tell her this secret, he definitely had no intention of letting her get out alive.

She also knew that there was a demon lord in the Demon Realm who could kill the God of War instantly with a single blow and took away his divine core, resulting in the God of War's position being in a vacant state.

And she is only infinitely close to the realm of God, but has not yet set foot in that realm.

If she had faced other demons, she might have had a chance of survival, but she met the Demon Lord.

There is no hope of survival at all.

The God of War, one of the twelve main gods, couldn't even take on the Demon Lord's move. As a demigod, she didn't even have the ability to resist.

In this situation, she didn't want to be bothered, she just wanted to die in a more decent way, at least not looking so miserable and miserable.

"Well... the pursuit of power is human nature. As long as I am strong enough, they will follow me, just like the invitation you gave me, right?"

The past was brought up again, and the owner smiled bitterly, but she did not regret it. She had calculated everything clearly.

She tried her best just to ascend to the throne of god that she had always dreamed of. The path to becoming a god was very difficult, and it was normal to die on the way.

Throughout the ages, even the most extraordinary ones have died halfway. Her demise is a very normal thing.

It was as if she had already prepared a paradise purgatory constructed of flesh and blood long beforehand. That was her determination.

That prison cell was not only prepared for Luo Feng, but also for herself.

Even though she had made all the preparations, with almost no possibility of failure, and had anticipated all kinds of emergencies, she still prepared a way out for herself.

It’s a pity that the cell is probably not needed now.

"Okay, you have one last chance to ask questions. Tell me, what do you want to know?" Luo Feng untied the restraints on the abbess so that she wouldn't have to use all her strength to speak.

This is her sea of ​​consciousness, and she has absolute control over everything here.

It is only a matter of thought to destroy the abbot's soul.

"I want to ask..." The abbot, who had regained his graceful demeanor, pinched his pipe, as if he had turned into the charming fox again.

"Have a noble being like you ever tasted the flavor of desire?"

Light blue smoke spewed out.

"Or is it still just a chick?"

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Chapter 126 The Abyss of Desire

Luo Feng was stunned. She had never thought that even though she had fallen into such a situation, this crazy woman still had such an unruly tone.

It was as if he was afraid that he might not be able to kill her.

But it's normal to think about it. Six hundred years have changed her heart and even her soul beyond recognition. Although it hasn't decayed yet, it can definitely be called perverted.

Although she had previously shown the attitude of a weak person and begged for her own forgiveness.

But judging from her behavior, she is not a person who is afraid of death.

What she was afraid of was that there was no place in hell for her to find pleasure, no place for her to satisfy her desires.

It seemed as if she was born for desire.

The abbot covered his mouth and chuckled, but he did not lose his grace even until the end.

Still as stunning as ever.

"You just make me feel pathetic." Luo Feng sighed.

"Desire should be a tonic, but you treat it as the only thing in your life. Your life is really too empty and weak." Luo Feng sat on the throne again and said condescendingly.

"How can such a thing be considered tragic?" the abbot said while standing still.

"Some people devote their entire lives to martial arts and eventually become peerless swordsmen, while others are obsessed with making money and eventually become wealthy businessmen.

Can you say their lives are also boring?

For the vast majority of people, their lives are just lived for the sake of living.

Just to survive is already a struggle for them.

If so, wouldn't their lives be more boring? More miserable? More empty and meaningless?"

Luo Feng was speechless for a moment and couldn't answer the abbot's question.

But the owner just continued, "For them, they live for swords, for money, and for survival.

For me, I just live for desires and I don’t think there is anything wrong with me.

When the flower of desire blooms, the splendor of that moment is incomparable in my opinion. It makes people intoxicated and obsessed, and want to sink in the sea of ​​flowers forever.

Of course, perhaps to a being of your high rank, human beings are inherently boring, sad, empty and powerless.

But for human beings, survival is actually a meaningless thing, and the only meaning of survival is to gradually give it meaning in the process.

It’s just that the meaning of my existence is completely different from that of most people.”

Luo Feng fell silent, and suddenly felt extremely angry.

If I hadn't studied philosophy for a few years, I would have been fooled by her words.

It sounds like it makes sense, but in fact it is a dark anti-human philosophy, which is somewhat similar to some of Nietzsche's statements.

Reason is mixed with madness, and madness is filled with hopelessness.

But it is difficult to find logical errors in their words, and you may even be assimilated by their ideas.

"Actually, you are simply lost in desire." Luo Feng suddenly said.

"You simply like the feeling of being humiliated, the feeling of lying on the ground with a dazed look in your eyes like a pig."

The abbot was slightly stunned, his expression somewhat stiff.

"You've made up all these reasons and excuses for yourself to cover up your true thoughts. It's really hard for you."

"Perhaps humans are really like what you said. Most people have something to pursue. Some pursue martial arts, some pursue money, and some live just to live.

But they are not humble, nor boring. In their lives, besides force, money and survival, there are many other valuable and meaningful things.

Family, love, friendship...

But what do you have left besides desire? "

"What's left?" These words were like a devil's voice piercing her ears, repeating over and over in the abbot's mind, as if constantly asking her for the answer.

"What is left?" The abbot herself was repeating this sentence, but in the end, she really found that after eliminating her desires, it seemed that nothing was left.

Throughout her life, over the past six hundred years, she had pursued desire to the extreme, but when she threw desire aside, she really had nothing left but endless emptiness and unlimited demands.

"Do you feel empty?" Luo Feng looked into the abbot's eyes, as if he could see through the devil in other people's hearts.

"This is the only result of your pursuit of desire.

Desire is also a kind of desire. After you get it, you will only want more. After you get it again, you will only want more.

It's like a bottomless pit. The more you ask for, the more empty you feel. The more empty you feel, the more you want to ask for more, and you use more desires to fill your emptiness.

That feeling of emptiness will eventually swallow you whole and make you a slave to desire.

Why bother to talk so noble? Whether you pursue something in life or not, you are just a lowly, pitiful person enslaved by desires. "

The abbot's body was trembling slightly. The theories she had believed in for hundreds of years were being shattered bit by bit by Luo Feng's sharp words, and the ugliest side of her heart was being revealed bit by bit by Luo Feng.

"This city is the same, right?" Luo Feng continued, "The expanding sense of emptiness and simple decadence can no longer satisfy you. You need more desires to satisfy you.

So you built this city, dragging countless unrelated people into the abyss of desire, making them slaves of desire like you, and you did this just to satisfy the emptiness in your heart.

But you have to say it in such a high-sounding way, saying that they are willing to fall with you.