The world doesn't need succubus to save

Sitting on the huge seat, Ning Feng looked down at the demon kneeling on one knee in the center of the sanctuary.

The eyes hidden behind the mist opened slightly, and his gaze penetrated everything about Karan.

More comprehensive than ever, he is now able to see almost all of Karan's information.

Not only her ability, talent, and strength, but also her inner emotions can be clearly perceived.

Her nervousness, anxiety, confusion, and even hidden deep ambition and repressed madness.

Even without her taking the initiative to speak, Ning Feng could guess what she was probably thinking.

And this feeling, Ning Feng is not unfamiliar, he has experienced it once.

That is the vision of the gods!
Pulling Karan's soul into the sanctuary, Ning Feng was naturally not just to create momentum.

After a week or so of repeated research, he really understood the meaning of that [Holy Church].

In the holy hall, Ning Feng really possessed a certain special ability, which belonged to the gods.

The makeover here was made just for him, and Stargazer had the gift ready from the start.

Originally, his strength was not enough to use, but with the help of Ariana and Cecilia, Ning Feng was able to use it reluctantly.

Putting on a relaxed tone, Ning Feng asked the devil:

"Son of the lost, what's your problem?"

"Since you made the request, what are you willing to give to me? Your soul, or your faith?"

Suddenly, Ning Feng seemed to have changed from a high-ranking divine object, suddenly with more humanity, into a communicative existence.

However, although it seems that there is a certain kind of humanity, his tone is high and high.

Like, like a god.

What Ning Feng is doing now is to act as a god.

According to Ariana and Cecilia, the gods of this world are not the indifferent existence without emotional fluctuations in the legend.

They are different from the gods of the will of heaven, they have personal emotions.

Different gods have different personalities and habits, and the way they treat believers is even more strange, and there is no definite number.

As for why there is such a lofty description in the classics, then... isn't that nonsense?
How can it be respected and believed by believers if it is not written in a grander way?
Even if it is a pyramid scheme, it must have a good gimmick, right?

All propaganda is for believers, and the number of believers is to gain better power.

"I, I am willing to be your believer."

With his head down, Karan said what he was willing to believe in without much hesitation, but was interrupted coldly by Ning Feng:
"No, you don't think so."

Do not!
"I……"

!!!

Anxiously wanting to explain, but Ning Feng's strange gaze swept over him and he dared not speak.

"You have to think clearly, are you going to lie to your heart, and more importantly... are you going to lie to me?"

"Have you really made up your mind?"

A strong sense of crisis surged in Karan's heart, and terrible pressure came from the statues on both sides of the sage, as if she would be torn apart in the next second.

Because of fear and nervousness, Karan lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

"It seems that you are not ready yet, but it doesn't matter."

"When you're ready, you can tell me anytime."

With a hint of teasing in his tone, Ning Feng's acting skills became more and more proficient. He put his right leg on his left leg and crossed his hands on his legs.

"I can indeed provide you with some help, but it is not without cost."

Miracles are never free.

Realizing that Ning Feng didn't seem to be angry, Karan slowly raised his head and asked in a low voice:

"What price do I have to pay?"

"Oh? So is this the question you want to ask this time?"

This time, Karan nodded slowly after being silent, and said:

"Yes, Lord Sage, this is my problem this time."

You must figure out what the price is, otherwise there is no way to relax.

Looking at her serious expression, the corners of Ning Feng's mouth hidden under the shadows curled up, almost wanting to laugh out loud.

Leaning his body back, Ning Feng looked down at the ambitious demon, and said in a playful voice:

"There's no extra price you'd expect, you're here and you've paid the price itself."

what! ?

"Fate has already given the answer, but fate will not tell you all the answers."

"And for you..."

"I am destiny."

After finishing speaking, Ning Feng waved his hand gently to Karan, causing her soul to disappear from the temple in an instant and return to the original place.

[Excuse me, how does it feel to play the role of a god? 】

The black cat jumped out of the demon statue that had been standing behind Ning Feng, landed on the back of the chair and hung its tail, playing with Ning Feng's hair.

"Okay? To be precise, there is no special feeling?"

[I said, you have to be careful not to get too immersed in it. 】

Leaning his back completely against the back of the chair, Ning Feng closed his eyes tiredly, and said softly:

"Of course not."

"Who wants to be a troublesome and willful guy like a god?"

……

……

"...I am destiny."

Opening his eyes slowly, Karan felt that he was extremely tired after exiting the Holy Word Secret Office this time, and it was almost unbearable.

Let go of the token in her hand, this time there is no blood on it, but she can still recall the previous sharpness when watching.

"Existence like a god...or, in fact, a revived god?"

Moreover, Karan also discovered another thing.

The piece of divinity that was hidden in her soul seemed to grow stronger.

Although I still don't know how it will hurt or help me, the changes are very obvious.

Is your own soul a breeding ground?Or was it the change brought about by seeing Him again?
"Karan."

!!!

Suddenly, a hoarse and lazy voice sounded directly in Karan's mind:
"I need you to do something."

This is the telepathy belonging to the high devil!
The Balrog Queen told her child directly, she said:

"There is another slave riot, you go and deal with it."

The voice in my head seems to be a little magnetic and charming, but the true meaning contained in it is pure cruelty.

Like crushing ants at her feet at will, the Balrog Queen said casually:
"If necessary, kill them all, there are still many anyway."

Regarding this, Karan, who was born as a slave, bowed his head in silence in the room and said:

"Understood, my lord."

There was no hesitation or entanglement in her voice, but the same cruelty and blood.

"As you wish."