Ning Feng's body exuded a sense of oppression that distorted the atmosphere.
The coldness in the church was forcibly driven away, and it was filled with hot anger.
There were no tears, but the burning red eyes were filled with unquenchable anger.
Looking at the pastor, Ning Feng was roaring silently with his eyes!
He is roaring.
He is accusing the gods of injustice.
Cursing the gods to sleep forever!
Obviously compared to the priest, Ning Feng's strength was so weak, but his anger filled the huge gap.
At this moment, Ning Feng's momentum suppressed the priest!
He questioned the pastor:
"Have you ever thought about, what do we believers mean to the gods!?"
"Believers are the lambs of God? Pastors are servants who shepherd believers for God? But do they really care what we think?"
Gradually, Ning Feng not only thought of the remaining angel during the performance, but also thought of Li Tiandu.
Thinking of that traitorous relative.
Yes, it was indeed Ning Feng who cut off his adoptive father's head.
But are they the only ones who led all this to that?
What about the god who tempted Li Tiandu to fall?
Until the end, until he was completely destroyed, he did not take any action. What did the great being who watched him do?
He did nothing.
Just watch.
Watching mortals fight and struggle.
Watch them raise their swords to each other among their loved ones.
Does He care about the feelings of believers?
Raising his hand, Ning Feng grabbed the priest's front. Regardless of the smell and coldness on his body, he raised his head and leaned towards him.
An almost distorted voice was squeezed out of his throat, and he said word by word:
"The Lord doesn't care!"
Never cared.
"He no longer answers our prayers and no longer cares for us believers..."
"Give up your illusions! We have been discarded as scraps."
“We did not betray the Lord, it was the Lord who betrayed us.”
The angry and crazy voices gradually dissipated, and the room became quiet again, but some things could not be changed back to the past.
The atmosphere in the room has been completely changed.
The right to speak has been firmly held by Ning Feng!
"You asked me if I have faith?"
Ning Feng was not crying, but anyone could feel the unspeakable pain in his eyes.
"I have no faith now."
"Do you accept this answer?"
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While others were fleeing in panic, Ning Feng's perspective seemed particularly... prominent.
It's so weird.
Except for some contestants who choose to remain hidden, the perspective here in Ningfeng is the most stable, but also the weirdest.
He is actually telling stories to the dead?
As Ning Feng's performance began, the audience following his live broadcast gradually poured in, and the number of barrages became more and more.
"Kiss me! Don't hesitate, just kiss me after you've been together for so long!"
"Damn it! Is it acting? Or is it real?"
"It must be an act. Look at how evil he was smiling before! But I love him so much!"
"Why is his painting style always different from others? Can anyone tell me why?"
"When he was an ordinary person, he started killing wolves. When he became an awakened person, he started telling stories to monsters... Is he poisonous? Hahahaha."
"What a great actor! His acting skills are so superb that there is almost no trace of acting. Our company is very interested in signing him!"
"Just take it for a moment, didn't you realize that the priest is the strongest undead that has ever appeared? Does no one really care!?"
Although the power of the Undead Priest has only been revealed sporadically, viewers watching the live broadcast will be able to discover the special features of the other party.
Ning Feng could not detect how the other party appeared, but the audience was different. They clearly witnessed the entire process of the other party's appearance.
The moment Ning Feng turned around, a huge black shadow flowed out of the door like water, and finally stopped at his window.
The whole process was silent, not even a little noise or fluctuation was caused.
Powerful and extremely dangerous.
And faced with such an existence, it was too late for others to run away, so this guy actually took the initiative to run into someone else's lair?
You even grabbed someone’s clothes with your head during the performance!?
Boy, what a perverted way you play!
Are you really not afraid that the undead priest will slap you into pieces?
"He's running away from others and chasing after him, and his brains are almost knocked out. Here he is talking... about love?"
"There's something wrong with you. Why do you regard this priest as a target for attack?"
"That's what I said, but the pastor didn't say it couldn't be a [target]. I always have to give it a try."
"You, calm down first! He has a new situation over there!"
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When the performance was almost over, Ning Feng let go of the priest's clothes that were deformed by his tight grip, and the emotions on his face quickly calmed down.
But instead of returning to the kindness that had always been on his face before, he turned into indifference.
Like a monster that has taken off its disguise, it reveals its most sinister self.
"It's just like what I said at the beginning...I don't want to have anything to do with things like gods and beliefs anymore."
With cold eyes, Ning Feng stared at the pastor and said coldly:
"I'm sorry, if you didn't come to me at that time, I wouldn't have said these words."
"Thank you for your hospitality tonight, but I think I am not the kind of believer you expected to develop..."
"I'm a bit rude tonight, so I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, Ning Feng turned around and strode towards the door.
After mastering the rhythm of the conversation, Ning Feng had no intention of further controlling the entire conversation.
He chose to take a step back first.
If you want to catch it, you will let it go.
The heartbeat, pace, and body movements have all been strictly adjusted to be exactly what they should be at this moment.
A gentleman who usually restrains his heart and hides it with a smile, but when his heart is touched by pain, he will burst out at any time.
Although he appeared crazy on the outside, Ning Feng was really calm in his heart, and he even had the intention to review his actions just now.
"Is the performance a bit too hard? No... this level is probably just right."
The other party is a fanatical believer, so generally speaking, it is useless. This level of strong medicine should just make the other party calm down.
"Now, it depends on whether my guess is right or not."
Ning Feng did not believe that now that all the gods were sleeping, the faith of the priest who had not received any response would remain the same as before.
And can the undead priest in front of him be able to feel the special presence of gods?
He doesn't believe it.
Then, after receiving no response from the gods, the pastor's faith will definitely undergo a test.
A time is the most cruel and ruthless test in the world.
After receiving no response for a long time, will he still believe that he is a child favored by the gods?
Ah.
What about fanatics?
Belief is like this, as long as there is a slight crack, it can be corroded.
Ning Feng was not surprised by this.
Step by step.
Ning Feng, who was thinking, did not stop and walked towards the door.
Step after step.
Even though he was about to reach the door, Ning Feng still had no intention of slowing down.
Just when he was still one meter away from the door, the pastor's tired voice came from behind:
"...please wait a moment."
Ning Feng's footsteps stopped but he didn't look back. Ning Feng turned his back to him and raised the corners of his mouth covertly.
Ning Feng knew.
I made the right bet again.
There was a crashing sound, shadows covered the top of the head, and the tall figure blocked the dim candlelight in the room.
The priest stared at Ning Feng's back, his eyes full of insect eggs hiding deep pain, and sighed:
"Concerning your pain, I think we can find a common topic..."
In a melancholy voice containing complex emotions, the pastor put his hand on Ning Feng's shoulder.
"I haven't heard my Lord's voice for a long time... for a long time."
In the cold room, the priest and Ning Feng stood in silence, both falling into melancholy at the same time.
The pastor was lamenting that he finally found someone who was in the same situation as himself.
But what Ning Feng was thinking was completely different.
He is thinking:
"Hiss! Although the scene is very different..."
"But if Shirin sees this scene, will she have any unnecessary associations?"
You won’t suddenly realize that you have been tricked by me like this before...ahem.
Ning Feng blinked and prayed silently in his heart.
I pray that my own Shireen will still be as innocent and easy to coax as before.
This is nothing more than a hard-to-get trick. Smart kids, don’t try to figure it out yourself!
"However, according to my understanding of her, it should be unexpected."
Well, that's great.
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Shireen really couldn't think of it.
Apart from the fact that she already knew that Ning Feng was trying to catch her, it was also because she was not watching the live broadcast from Ning Feng's perspective.
At this moment, Shirin is watching another live broadcast.
Flying in from the outer balcony of the castle, Shireen replaced the invisibility technique and silently changed it to the advanced invisibility technique.
Compared with invisibility, which can only cover the outside of the body, advanced invisibility can also conceal one's own scent to a certain extent, which is very practical for a spellcaster like her who does not have much stealth ability.
Walking in the dusty castle corridor, Shireen first admired the gorgeous decorations on the wall that were very characteristic of the Dark Ages for a while, and then turned her head to look at the main hall where the ball was being held.
"What a wild night."
The dome of the main hall disappeared, and the entire dance floor was exposed to the red moon.
A grand ball was being held in the palace at the moment, with hundreds of nobles in gorgeous clothes chatting, laughing and spinning on the dance floor.
The candlesticks burned with a faint blue fire, making the whole scene even more immersive.
"This is really crazy."
The living are fleeing, roaring and wailing.
The undead danced on the dance floor, intoxicated in the illusory reality.
Through the window of the corridor on the second floor, Shirin looked at the king sitting at the head of the table and nodded slowly:
"Is it the source of my danger?"
Its body is several times larger than that of an ordinary undead, and on its head is a worn-out crown that is extremely petite compared to its head.
A king wearing golden armor and made purely of bones exists here.
legend.
Although the takeoff was very weak, Shirin was very sure that the opponent's strength reached the level of legend.
Was he a legendary warrior during his lifetime? Or did he reach this level after a long period of time after his resurrection?
But regardless of the specific reasons, the situation remains unchanged today.
In the game of "Star Chaser", a legendary undead king actually appeared!
"It's crazy."
Xilin is very worried about Ning Feng's safety, but she also believes that her man, who is full of secrets, will not be desperate at this stage.
And she would take the initiative to approach this dangerous castle for only one reason.
Shireen saw Jia Silin who was competing this time, Sophie who she had met once before.
I saw Sophie being held in the arms of a lame blond man, passing through the guards of the palace, and walking towards the ball deep in the castle step by step...
It's not that I want to help, since I don't know Sophie that well.
Shireen just wanted to find some clues from Sophie, the legitimate daughter of the Jacelin family.
Some clues about "What kind of competition does Jia Silin's family want to see this time?"
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The night continues.
After experiencing the most tragic period, the rate of population decline gradually slowed down and finally came to a halt.
The contestants who were chased by the undead gradually figured out their own methods.
Some people rely on their abilities to find uninhabited places to hide, others try to blend into the undead after covering themselves with rotten flesh, and finally some people think of joining forces while escaping together...
Most of these people succeed, but a small number fail.
Especially the whimsical guy covered in rotten flesh, he almost got chopped into pieces by the rampaging undead.
Regardless of the tragic situation of most contestants, some contestants have gradually found their own rhythm.
Andrew, a young man with blue eyes who once silently watched Ning Feng's back in the crowd, was one of them.
He appeared in the old noble house from the beginning and did not come into contact with anyone. He had been searching the room silently, trying to find some clues.
He really found it.
In the secret room behind the bookshelf, Andrew found a parchment covered with dust.
The above describes the rise and fall of a legendary aristocratic family in extremely gorgeous aristocratic calligraphy.
It started when the first-generation head of the family, who was a groom, was appreciated by the founding king because he was the "son of prophecy" selected by the oracle.
It unfolds a fascinating history of promotion, and finally sat in the position of Duke, telling a history of nearly two hundred years of noble family fortune.
In the end, it stopped after the previous generation of family owners lost all their property due to their constant extravagance and enjoyment.
The author who wrote this book resented the injustice of fate in a tone of hatred and regret.
He hated the previous generation of family masters for losing the favor of the gods, but did not use any pen to criticize his extravagant behavior. He thought that was natural.
In the last few pages of the book, the author spends a lot of space praising the god who no longer favors his family, trying to gain mercy again.
Of course, nothing was found.
Therefore, the extremely disappointed author changed his attitude in the end.
He began to write a curse called [Prophecy]!
Cursing this country that was once favored by the gods, but was finally abandoned by the gods!
Curse them to never be able to turn around, curse them to never be able to find peace!
Andrew held the book and felt as if he had touched reality.
"Is the commotion outside the window and everything in this country related to the prophecy in this book?"