The world doesn't need succubus to save

Appeared in a brand-new area, and the sky city returned to calm after the leap.

The residents who had just shrunk into their houses went out to the street again after everything was stable, continuing their work as if nothing had happened.

Just like in the past, as if nothing happened.

In fact, it does mean that nothing happened.

Since they landed in this magical city, they have become accustomed to all kinds of novelties and changes.

The technology, architecture, food here...all amaze them, and it would be too tiring to be amazed at anything.

As a result, they gradually began to adapt to the novel changes.

Habit is a terrible instinct, which can make the once cowardly mortals get used to life above the sky.

They don't know what's going on in the outside world, and they don't know how far the world outside the city has come. They are far away from war, disease, and hunger... It can be said that they live here happily.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, it would be a betrayal of ideals when their companions are out fighting and bleeding, but they enjoy themselves in the rear without knowing anything.

She doesn't know, she doesn't know, she is still hesitating.

The only ones qualified to make judgments are those fighters who are fighting for their common ideals.

Although the fighters of the Prophets have paid a lot, they are fighting around and liberating more compatriots, and everything seems to be going well.

"But such a dream is unrealistic."

All of their power is used to deal with each other. Most of the power of the church of gods is used to resist other churches, and only a very, very small part is allocated to deal with things at the mortal level.

And it must be their power, which can be truly held in their hands, not only to protect themselves but also to counter the enemy's power.

As long as it takes a few more decades, everything will be back to normal, or even better than before!
Mortals cannot shake the rule of the gods, and the center of gravity of the gods is used elsewhere, and the most important thing is that the life and death of mortals does not actually have much impact on the gods...

As long as you can win the battle of gods in the end, everything is worth it.

Originally, Alice had another person to discuss with, but that person was no longer by her side, and that idiot embarked on the most dangerous journey alone.

Power is intoxicating, not many people can resist the temptation of power, almost none.

"You guy, did you do it on purpose? Putting this kind of thing... huh?"

Just having a strong will may save the mortals who are lost, but there is no way to destroy the gods.

"...Is it Lady Alice?"

Only the Lord of Holy Light, who did not dare to provoke directly by any god, had more energy to pay attention to these mortals, and even sent his own envoy.

"Where is the Prophet? I think..."

But whether this is a betrayal, in fact, cannot be decided by outsiders.

It doesn't matter even if all the mortal believers die, anyway, there are enough petitioner believers in their kingdom of God.

And just when Alice was complaining, she suddenly noticed a very slight fluctuation, the crystal disappeared instantly, and then appeared in a small building.

Yes, that's far from it.

But this power is like a huge magic box, Alice dare not touch it lightly, or even mention it.

She has no way to determine what will happen when the Prophet will master this power...

Alice has been hesitating about this matter for almost ten years, but she still hasn't made up her mind.

He, it seems... is dying.

The Prophet's ability to survive to this day is certainly due to the blessing of the special ability of the Prophet, but the real reason... is actually because the gods just don't have the heart to care about them now.

Belonging to the realm of the gods, the power derived from their authority.

But in fact, in Alice's view, such efforts are actually not enough.

And for them, this is actually their wish.

Alice looked at Tours who slowly opened his eyes, frowning slightly.

The war of gods will last forever, and when the situation starts to slow down, they will definitely allocate more energy to deal with such trivial matters.

After being in a trance for a while, the old man whose life was almost at the end finally came back to his senses and looked at the crystal beside him.

Better that way.

Yes, the gods actually didn't really care much about these troublesome little bugs, and they didn't send their own creations to eliminate these troublesome bugs.

There is only one thing they really need, and that is "strength".

Alice has traveled through many worlds and witnessed too many precedents.

Not the Prophet, and not Laputa, neither of which can save everyone.

And until that time, mortals who only have weapons will not be able to face magic and divine arts at all.

Will they get better?Or will he go all the way on the road of indulging in power like others, and finally lose his way?
The Prophet's Society did give Alice a feeling that was different from all precedents, but Alice was actually not very sure about what the Prophet's Society could do.

"Ah."

This is the common wish of those who have fallen and are falling. They hope that their sacrifices can be exchanged for the safety of their loved ones.

But such days are destined to not last forever.

What's more, for the gods, the changes of secular forces are too common, and it is not worth spending more energy.

If mortals can truly master magic power and gain the power to protect themselves, then when the "Judgment Day" comes, they will truly have the ability to resist.

The combination of these factors constitutes this coincidence, which gives the Prophet a chance to breathe and develop.

Ok.

If they can forget those painful memories, forget it.

"........."

"He went out and is not here now."

If they want to resist, what they need must be something that can really protect themselves.

Bloodshed is enough only for their generation.

Because there is no need, and because the gain outweighs the gain.

Curled up in the crystal, Alice let out a sigh.

But for this world, this power points to only one—magic power.

He chose to face the most dangerous challenge alone, but at the same time he handed over the most difficult decision to Alice alone.

"It's too far away."

Tours, who was interrupted, froze for a moment, then asked:

"Then when will he come back?"

In this regard, Alice can only remain silent, after all, she does not know the answer to this question.

Maybe next moment, maybe...

Your Prophet will never come back.