The world doesn't need succubus to save

City of Light.

"Everyone, I already know about the [Prophet] and his followers that you mentioned."

The old man with white beard and hair but smooth skin like a baby gently raised the scepter in his hand and said kindly:

"Don't worry, it's not your fault!"

"The Lord has sent down an oracle, He has known the truth, and judged that [Prophet] is just a false god religious group that does not spread faith in the name of God."

"Don't worry, my lord has personally sent his angels, and any act of blasphemy against my lord will be wiped out!"

"We will once again eliminate evil and protect the justice of the world!"

After finishing speaking, the old man raised his hands high and shouted excitedly:

"Praise my lord!"

The words of the Patriarch relieved the nervous bishops, and a circle of people surrounded the Patriarch in the center, raising their hands together in a gesture of respect to the Holy Light.

"Praise my Lord!!!"

……

……

Jumping off the hot air balloon held up by magic, he landed precisely on the smooth steps and stood there. Ning Feng exhaled lightly, and the hot air turned into white mist and drifted away in the cold wind.

"call……"

Sure enough, I can clearly feel the difference when I come up in person, and I can perceive those details that cannot be found from the text.

It was still very cold in the hot air balloon, but when the feet landed on the platform, the cold was significantly weakened and the air was no longer thin.

"It seems to have entered a large enchantment."

Non-stop footsteps, Ning Feng felt the difference in the feeling on his body, comparing it with the different enchantments he had encountered before.

"It's somewhat similar to the mythos in the Elven Forest, but it seems to have no self-awareness."

Mysuo is a masterpiece of high-level magic skills of the elves. It is a powerful activated barrier with a wide coverage and a wide range of magic energy.

And the enchantment of this city in the sky is similar but different. It is not alive, or it does not have its own will.

This coincides with Ning Feng's guess, otherwise Habalon's death data could be more than doubled...

Perhaps because his legs were twice as long as Habalon's and his walk was easy, Ning Feng quickly came to the main entrance of Sky City, and entered the answer exhaustively enumerated from Habalon's more than 100 deaths.

dong dong.

Through the light film, the comfortable wind blew over Ning Feng's face, causing his expression to change slightly.

dong dong!

Raising his hand, Ning Feng touched his chest, and he caught the unusual beating of his heart.

It seemed to be agitated, no, with what he had learned and developed about his body through all kinds of things, it was agitated.

"why?"

【Go. 】

There seemed to be an inaudible call in his ear, and Ning Feng looked forward.

Who is calling me?

What is attracting me?
This is very wrong.

So, do you want to go back?
The option of turning back only appeared for a moment before being thrown to the end. Ning Feng directly walked towards the center of the city.

Why go back?

Going on will kill you, but what does that matter?
In the past two years, Ning Feng has experienced countless deaths.

Although Habalon and the others are used to test in many places, every reincarnation restart is not without cost.

They all need Ning Feng to solve his own life.

Every time.

There have never been any exceptions.

Death piled up beneath his feet, paving a path leading forward.

In the midst of countless deaths, he found the chance to live again and again.

But, contrary to what others had assumed, he did not feel unwell, nor did he show any signs of a nervous breakdown.

In his eyes, death is just a number, not even as interesting as Habalon's sonnet that can arouse Ning Feng's interest.

In this city, Ning Feng is still marching forward with firm steps this time.

However, there are still some differences...

"Ok?"

Strangely stopping, Ning Feng looked around the quiet surroundings with some puzzlement, and fell silent for a while.

"There is a difference."

Compared to Habalon who died all the way and experienced thousands of ways to die, Ning Feng has never died once so far.

Not once!

The previous road can be explained by his perfect execution of the strategy, but when Ning Feng came to a place that Habalon hadn't passed by, nothing happened.

"Ok?"

Without hesitation, Ning Feng turned back and walked back to the place where Habalon died for the last time, and did what he did at that time—reciting a thirteen-line poem.

"Praise the omniscient and benevolent prophet!"

"praise……"

……

When Ning Feng recited a thirteen-line poem with a very limited level of education and a chaotic rhyme, nothing happened.

【Go. 】

A vague voice sounded in his ear again, Ning Feng waited on the spot for a while, then continued to walk, walking towards the direction that attracted him without hesitation.

Is there any difference between myself and Habalon?

"Well, there seem to be many."

Height, age, personality, weight, looks...

"There are a lot of comparison factors. Do you want to pull him over and rule them out one by one?"

"...or not."

Really don’t want to hear any more thirteen lines.

It's worse than dying after listening to it.

【Go. 】

dong dong dong! !

The closer he got, the louder the call in Ning Feng's heart became, but he didn't change his pace, and kept walking at a constant speed.

Passing through row upon row of old dilapidated buildings along the way, Ning Feng finally reached his "destination" at the end of the road.

It was a huge square, and in the center of it was a huge fountain pool with a cut crystal floating above it.

At the moment of stepping here, the call in the ear disappeared as if it had never appeared, and only the heartbeat that gradually calmed down remained in the huge space.

Before Ning Feng's body could recover, another loud voice descended!

The voice growled:
【who is it! ? 】

In the angry voice, the earth trembled, and the whole city shook accordingly.

[Who broke into my territory and woke me up from my slumber! ? 】

[No matter who you are, are you ready to bear my wrath! ? 】

The peaceful city suddenly turned into a violent deep sea, and huge waves appeared to destroy and swallow this unruly intruder.

【If you don’t want to die, give it to me...】

Thunderous reprimands exploded from the sky, making people's eardrums roar.

【roll!out!go! 】

Boom boom boom!
In the violent turbulence, Ning Feng kept his body balanced and looked up at the crystal in the sky.

In the end, he tilted his head and muttered to himself in a somewhat puzzled voice amidst the rage of the fission of heaven and earth.

他 说:

"little girl?"

He said:

【Eh? 】

The meeting tomorrow and the day after tomorrow has been postponed to next week, and it is still very disappointing.