The world doesn't need succubus to save

Chapter 512 City of Miracles
City of Light.

Tranquility, serenity, peace... This is the first feeling that this land gave Ning Feng.

The city walls built of pure white marble are depicted with various gorgeous patterns, telling various ancient and mysterious stories.

Angels and priests, priests and kings, kings and nobles, nobles and commoners... Different murals tell different stories.

Heroes, mortals, angels, kingships, miracles... Fascinating, people can't help but want to stop and understand, and be moved.

And above those stories, there is a pair of huge eyes, quietly overlooking everything.

The stories depicted on the painted walls become a closed loop, connected to the mortal world, but also connected to the gods.

"The gods will always watch us..."

Averting his eyes from that paragraph of text, Ning Feng stepped towards the city gate.

There is no moat here, and there are no soldiers guarding it, so you can enter and exit at will.

Someone is watching him.

If everyone can live such a life, then... even giving up the resistance to the gods does not seem to be an unacceptable thing.

Ning Feng saw children playing and playing in the wheat field, they didn't look like they were working hard at all.

And such a beautiful city will only appear in the fantasy of those poor people who have nothing, and even many people cannot imagine such a scene.

Because it never occurred to them that, in their barren fantasies, the king's pole was made of gold.

The city is the promised land of the gods, and no evil is allowed.

Nothing happened.

The eyes from high above looked down on him quietly.

Hunger, pain, war, death... These are the worlds he lives in.

宁封
Just outside this city, there is a village that was abandoned not long ago because of the blizzard.

They were celebrating, and from time to time they would stop what they were doing, look at the huge temple in the center of the city, and praise the name of the Holy Light loudly.

He still remembers what he saw along the way.

Under the light of the holy light, it is a bit dazzling golden.

That's ten years long enough for a monster who has suddenly acquired humanity to become a real person.

That's purely courting death!

Although the sight in front of him was admirable, Ning Feng did not change his mind.

A peaceful scene.

On the outside of the City of Holy Light, on the land outside of the holy light, there is not the same golden color, but covered by a piece of pure white.

This is the holy city, and countless pilgrims come here every day, hoping to become a member of the city.

Even though the outside world has been devastated and the battle between the gods has gradually become fierce, there is still peace here.

"Ok?"

Standing on the ground of the City of Holy Light, Ning Feng did not wait for the team to meet or arrest him.

Ning Feng shook his head, and did not take any easy steps at the gate of the city.

Angelic guards patrol the skies, nipping any evil in its cradle.

Putting away the amazement in his eyes, Ning Feng regained his usual composure.

Brutal, cold, cruel world without fantasy.

Nothing surprising.

Stay away from war, stay away from evil.

Unlike the sons of sharecroppers who sold their lives to nobles at a low price from birth, they don't need to follow their parents' footsteps to work hard in the fields since childhood.

Golden wheat fields surround the entire city, a gratifying scene of a bumper harvest, and the fields are full of happy people busy harvesting.

Everything is golden, but it is not a vulgar metal like gold, but a golden wheat field with layers of waves under the breeze!

Ning Feng may be able to make the gods undetectable, like a wandering evil spirit wandering in the world, but when he takes the initiative to walk in front of the gods, he will still be observed.

The leader of his anti-god organization was finally captured by the head of the gods.

Similarly, looking at their flushed faces and pink faces, they probably never felt hungry, right?
There is no need to hand over [-]% of the harvest to the lord, and the whole family does not need to share the remaining [-]% of the food. In the end, brothers and sisters will starve to death in the severe winter, right?
The children were playing around, but the adults didn't stop them, they just harvested the wheat slowly, stopping to chat with their companions from time to time.

To be honest, although such a scene is heartbreaking, it is the world Ning Feng is familiar with.

The residents of the village seemed to want to fight hard, and set out in the direction of the City of Holy Light, seeking the protection of the Lord of Holy Light.

Walking into the high wall, what you see is not a gorgeous city, but...

A piece of gold.

It was a cold world where everything was dead and lifeless.

It's just that it's slightly different from what he imagined.

But just across the wall, the residents here are enjoying the fruits of the harvest.

"........."

"Eventually got caught."

What came into the ears was laughter.

At this moment, it is the severe winter.

This place is like a place outside the world that will still exist after the world is destroyed, and it can become a place of hope for future development.

Standing at the gate of the city, Ning Feng suddenly felt dazed, and turned his head to look at the world outside the city.

Although he didn't think it was real, Ning Feng actually didn't dislike such a scene.

Not only farmers, but also priests and nuns in white robes are also working in the fields, celebrating the joy of the harvest together.

From the moment his footsteps landed on this land, Ning Feng felt a strange feeling.

But unfortunately, they didn't succeed. Instead, they fell on the road and turned into piles of ice sculptures. They were finally buried in the ground until they were discovered by Ning Feng who was passing by.

Farmers are still harvesting wheat in the fields, enjoying the joy of harvest, and don't care about a lost traveler.

The City of Holy Light is the most peaceful city in the entire world, no evil party without eyesight would be so idiotic as to break into this place to do evil.

"It's beautiful out of reality."

Not to mention some petty theft, even other believers of evil gods would not want to make trouble here, it would definitely be a dead end.

With the warm wind blowing into the nasal cavity, it is a mature and fragrant aroma.

It is the mighty power of the gods that makes this fantasy a reality.

"However, it is also far from reality."

Unfortunately, this is not realistic.

The Lord of Holy Light knew about his arrival, but he didn't pass on any instructions to his followers?

What does it mean?
But seeing him standing there in a daze for a long time, a farmer closest to him picked up the towel around his neck and finally wiped his sweat, and walked over with the sickle on his waist.

"Holy Light above, praise the merciful Lord of Holy Light!"

First he prayed devoutly, and then he kindly asked:
"Young man, why are you standing still? Did you encounter any difficulties?"

(End of this chapter)