The shocking unfolding in front of him has not ended yet, and even greater uneasiness echoes in Ning Feng's heart.
Who will be the next carrier?
Reinhardt did not cooperate with him. Although he controlled Karl, he did not destroy Karl's last soul along with the god's sword spirit.
The king finally relented.
Reinhardt pardoned his knight.
Even though the knight turned his sword against him, the king still forgave him and allowed the knight to disappear after apologizing.
This was not in line with the original plan. Ning Feng felt a little regretful about this, but he actually didn't have much resentment in his heart.
This is their world after all.
It is the fateful entanglement between them and the gods.
After all, Ning Feng is just an outsider.
Even if he gets mixed up in this river of fate now, what can he do?
What right does one have to point fingers?
No.
He can be a promoter of the fate of these poor people, but now he is not suitable to be the creator of their fate.
At least for now, a self-proclaimed warrior status is not enough.
not qualified.
The truly qualified people have already made their own decisions.
Perhaps because the impact of those last words was too great, the Skeleton King continued to hold his friend in his arms and stood silently in place.
Looking at Reinhardt who stood still after Karl disappeared, Ning Feng didn't know what to say.
Reinhardt II is the king of these people.
If there is a concept of the so-called son of the world in this country at this moment, then there is no doubt that he belongs to this destiny.
What he carries on his shoulders is the painful fate of these thousands of years.
When he was alive, he was the hero king in the hearts of the people.
After death, he is the gravekeeper guarding these broken worlds.
A person is waiting alone for death to swallow him up, looking forward to burying the last handful of soil for this world.
Every time he looked at the sun and moon in the sky, he was looking at the gods.
Facing that person hanging high in the sky, I silently accumulated the anger in my heart.
Ning Feng's words were not the real reason for Reinhardt to choose revenge, they were just an opportunity.
It was just an opportunity for the anger that he thought he had forgotten to explode.
In terms of disgust and anger towards this false god, probably no one in this world can match Reinhardt.
But at this moment, even he can bear it, and who else can point fingers?
No.
Ning Feng moved his eyes away from the sad king who lost his friend, and began to search for traces of the false gods around him.
Neither Reinhardt nor Karl need pity or comfort.
At a knight's funeral, what is needed is never flowers, the best praise is always the broken armor and sword.
For Karl, his behavior itself is the best proof.
And looking at the lonely back figure that was pierced through the ground by the spear of God at this moment, like a monument.
What else can be said?
Any language at this time is false.
He lost his best friend, and Ning Feng was unable to do anything to ease his pain.
Continue to fuel his anger?
I'm afraid that would be too much, but it's better not to add fuel to the fire.
Let him digest it alone.
As for what will happen to this world...
let it go.
Even if it is completely destroyed, then let it be destroyed.
not my business.
[Haha, what about the man who never admits defeat? Are you a tsundere? 】
The expression on his face stiffened due to Ariana's teasing, and Ning Feng clenched his fists.
The fist is hard!
[Wouldn’t it be nice to openly admit that you envy this kind of emotion? I envy their unconditional mutual trust and belief in sacrificing for each other.]
[Or are you afraid that your inner feelings will be discovered by others? 】
[Let me tell you, it’s good to keep hiding your heart, but you have to be careful not to really forget your true heart.]
【It will be very lonely when no one in the world can see through your heart.】
Although Ariana's words seemed to have some deep meaning, Ning Feng's answer was still the same as before.
"……Shut up."
I am not a patient, and you are not a psychiatrist. No one needs you to help me interpret my heart at this time!
[Oh ho, you care about me so much, but you are still cruel to me! Then I am going to cry? 】
threaten.
This is a thinly veiled threat!
【Are you sure you don’t want to apologize?】
"...please shut up, thank you!"
The vicious reply made Ariana shake her head happily and laugh silently.
Okay, it can be considered as using modest words.
No head-shaking cry was heard, Ariana disappeared silently, and Ning Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
I'm afraid there's something wrong with this woman...
I have to scold you every time before you obey. Are you normal?
Instead of thinking about how to compete with Arianna in the future, Ning Feng concentrated on another matter.
"Where did He go?"
What about false gods?
He didn't think that the other party, who had sobered up a lot, could bear it. He would definitely come back with revenge.
That is, I don’t know how it will be done.
Who will it go through?
call……
The slight sound caused Ning Feng's tense nerves to explode instantly. He raised his sword and looked to the side suddenly.
I saw the illusory and transparent figure wearing the queen's crown, looking at Reinhardt with a sad face.
!!!
Is this the queen?
A ridiculous idea came to Ning Feng's mind.
Before he could speak, Ning Feng saw the queen's illusory eyes.
Calm and sad.
But in the deepest part, there seemed to be a flash of scarlet.
"…………"
Ning Feng's eyes narrowed and he clenched his fists again. He felt sincerely and absurdly.
Destiny really likes to play tricks on Reinhardt…
He had just forced his best friend to death with his own hands, and now he was going to attack his queen?
Tsk!
"What the fuck is this black comedy!"
…
…
While Ning Feng continued to search for the other party, on the tower in the distance, the vampire who had fallen into a coma opened her eyes silently.
Her eyeballs moved slightly, "she" looked at Shilin's back next to her as she looked at the changes in the sky, her eyes lit up with cold scarlet!
It is exactly the same as the blood moon in the sky.
Her upper body was raised at an anti-human angle, and she sat up directly from the ground without making any sound during the whole process.
Fran's eyes seemed a little confused, but she soon regained her composure, raised her right hand and pointed it like a knife.
The slender and weak fingers that originally looked like they were shining with metallic light became astonishingly sharp.
She stood up silently, without causing any airflow, and thrust out with all her strength at Shirin's back without hesitation!!!
Clang!!!
But before the gleaming nails pierced Shirin's body, she hit an invisible barrier half a meter away from her back.
The blood burst, and Fran's fingers were twisted and deformed under the huge impact, but her expression did not change at all and she continued to attack forward!
boom.
The figure that had just stepped was blown away, and Fran was hit hard on the wall behind her.
boom!
"cough!"
The smell of blood gushed out of his mouth, and his already weak body almost fell into coma.
"I said……"
Shirin, who turned her back and seemed unaware of Fran's actions, slowly turned around.
"Is this how you vampires repay your savior?"
I helped you after all, but the first thing you do when you wake up is stab me in the back?
Are you polite?
"If I hadn't set a restriction on you in advance, I almost would have succeeded."
Shirin looked at Fran in front of her with curiosity, not expecting that she would actually attack her savior.
Looking at Fran who was staring at her indifferently without saying a word, Shirin raised her eyebrows.
Um?
Feel like something isn't quite right?
Fran didn't look like she was in chaos, she was very conscious.
But the more this happened, the more awkward it made Shirin feel.
What's going on?
This picture doesn't recognize me...
If it was Fran from before, she would never have this attitude after waking up.
When she found out that she was not dead, and was even saved by the maid she had coerced before, she would never be so calm.
Even if Fran doubted the world on the spot, Shirin would not be surprised.
And Fran is actually so calm now?
Keenly observing every detail of the opponent's body, Shirin was convinced that the opponent had not been swapped out and was still the assassin she had saved.
"Don't you remember what happened before?"
Still no answer, Shirin felt that the current situation was even more special.
Amnesia?
It's not quite like it. The other person doesn't have the emptiness and fear of losing his memory, and is too calm.
Now, there is a second possibility, and the probability of it being the truth is very high.
"Do you have a dual personality?"
Yes, this is the most reliable conclusion that Shirin can think of immediately.
Xilin is not Ning Feng. Her channels for obtaining information are very limited, and she has not obtained any information related to the gods at all. In addition, she knows better than Ning Feng that the gods have disappeared for a long time, and she will not think about it there.
Naturally, she regarded Fran's current situation as some kind of self-protection mechanism after training.
For example, when some organizations cultivate killers or some "props" for use in exclusive occasions, they will set up some triggerable mechanisms in their souls.
This is not difficult for a high-level awakened person who can control the spiritual lineage of the soul.
Fran said nothing, lowered her body, and attacked Shirin again.
boom!
Being once again bombarded to the wall by the magic spell, Shirin really felt strange now.
"Your defensive personality is not very good. Still can't you tell the difference between us and the enemy?"
Even if you are in your prime, sister, I can easily control you, let alone your current miserable appearance.
Don’t want your life?
Being trained as a dead soldier?
Staggering, the bones that Shirin casually connected broke again, and Fran limped towards the enemy again.
Tsk.
"It's a little annoying."
He waved his hand at the almost powerless young assassin, and the spell he had been preparing silently since he turned around took effect instantly.
[Confinement Technique]
Unexpectedly, the spell that was supposed to take effect instantly stalled for a moment, and it barely succeeded until several different prohibitions set in advance were triggered.
Click.
With a raised brow, Shirin didn't expect that such a near miss would occur.
"The organization that cultivated you buried special props in your body?"
If she hadn't let down her guard as per her previous habit, something would have almost gone wrong for Shirin.
Fortunately, it seems that I am more skilled.
Do you think this is too much precaution for an assassin who has almost lost his ability to fight?
Have it?
Wasn't it just that three triggering restrictions were set on her body, and then she was made to swallow a special drug, and finally a little hint was set in her soul that she could not attack others?
It’s already very simple!
Isn't this a very routine operation?
There is one thing that still needs to be emphasized again, although Xilin looks more and more like an idiot little woman in front of Ning Feng.
but!
That was only the true self revealed around Ning Feng. In front of others, she was still the mature and mysterious legendary alchemist.
She's not evil, but she's definitely not very kind either.
With more than two hundred years of experience, she has seen all kinds of strange people during her adventures.
Repaying kindness with hatred is not uncommon, and she has seen even more outrageous things.
She never relaxed her guard against others.
Taking a step closer, Shirin looked at Fran who maintained a strange posture in front of her, trying to find out some information from her.
An organization that can bury props in the bodies of fourth-level awakened people is definitely not a small organization.
When their eyes met, the originally indifferent scarlet gaze suddenly changed, and Fran rolled her eyes upwards as if she was in a coma.
Well?
Without figuring out what happened, Shirin suddenly heard a muffled sound.
Boom.
From deep in the tower beneath their feet, there was a sound like a heartbeat.
"What's underneath this tower?"
Dong Dong.
"Is it the legendary pope?"
Who could it be?
Why is the uneasiness in my heart getting worse now?
The sound of the heartbeat becomes louder and louder.
Boom, boom, boom!
And in the deepest part of the church tower, something strange happened.
There is no second legend that Shireen is worried about, and there is no "legendary pope" that she can take seriously.
In this lightless, pure dark space, there was only a sarcophagus roughly carved out of rock.
And that heartbeat came from the sarcophagus!
A group of clergymen wearing red robes were spread out in the room in a kneeling posture, with each person's head pointed towards the sarcophagus in the center of the room.
They have lost their lives, whether they are real or false, they have completely lost them.
In the center where they were kneeling, the pope, wearing a pure white robe, placed the scepter representing the divine gift on the sarcophagus, pressing out thin cracks.
With every beat of the heart, the crack in the sarcophagus will expand.
And with the last violent beating like an explosion, the first glimmer of light appeared in the dark room.
From the gap, there is red light coming out!
But at the moment when the sarcophagus was about to break, a figure appeared silently next to the sarcophagus.
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