The world doesn't need succubus to save

Chapter 586 Lies
"fraud."

"Yeah, I'm a liar."

In the space of the origin of the world, the two figures are very close, as if embracing each other.

With the right music, maybe you can taste some ambiguity... The premise is that ignoring their appearance is too tragic.

Ning Feng's fingertips were like knives, and his weapon-like fingertips stopped in front of the Lord of the Holy Light's neck. His sharp fingertips had already cut His white neck, but they could no longer penetrate an inch.

But in fact, he didn't have the upper hand.

There was a huge hole in Ning Feng's chest, and the heart inside was missing, and disappeared without a trace in the impact of the battle.

No part of his body was still intact, it was covered with black blood, and it continued to drip from his body.

The brutality of the battle has reached the point of no return, and even Ning Feng's regenerative ability is useless.

Just from the outside, his appearance can only be said to be tragic, even whether he is still alive is another matter.

The temperament changed again, and the Lord of Holy Light sighed with some regret:

The only thing that can decide the outcome of this battle is only one.

The god replied without any hesitation, and said calmly:

Even the victory that mankind has longed for for countless ages is at hand!

"I need a reason."

No one can say anything about being able to push the Lord of the Holy Light, who was only one step away from the God of God, to this point.

"I do love mortals."

The gods are solemn, waiting for the mortals to take their lives.

"No, it's over."

Compared with Ning Feng, he looks much better, and there are almost no external injuries on his body.

Smiling lightly, the Lord of Holy Light pulled Ning Feng's broken body in front of him, staring straight at his pupils that had never dimmed for a moment.

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."

"Why do you feel guilty? It can't be because you once said something like 'God loves the world'?"

Golden divine blood oozes from the corners of His eyes, flowing like tears.

"In the very beginning, they were actually the same."

The gods said:
"It's over, there's no need to continue."

"Maybe, just want to atone for it?"

"No, it's your victory."

No need.

In the final battle, the Lord of Holy Light chose to voluntarily give up the fight, allowing Ning Feng to swallow and occupy the power that originally belonged to him.

But Ning Feng restrained his impulse, forcibly suppressing the process of devouring.

"...It seems that you are not joking, but you alone are not enough."

"I never thought that the gods are innocent, and we really should bear the responsibility we should bear."

"I don't think it's over yet."

"An accident? You have learned a lot about the realm of the gods from me, why can't I learn about mortals from you?"

The battle for the origin of the world!
But at this moment, Ning Feng has occupied most of the source that was once separated by the two.

Under the ebb and flow, Ning Feng is equivalent to directly devouring the entirety of the Lord of the Holy Light!
Including divinity, priesthood, authority... and even His life, all of these are within your reach!

Staring carefully, Ning Feng did not find any trace of the lie in the end.

"……maybe."

The actions of the Lord of Holy Light were confusing, but Ning Feng did not miss this opportunity, and made a decision after weighing the gains and losses for a moment.

"The gods will come to an end here."

Use our demise to pay for the sins we have committed.

He wants to know why.

Without waiting for the other party's response, he continued to reach forward, trying to pierce the slender neck that looked white but was actually harder than any metal.

"Why are you doing this?"

But, he was smiling.

The outcome of the battle was unexpected. No one could have imagined that the Lord of Holy Light would choose to give up.

Ning Feng: "..."

The distance between the two was almost negligible, and they could clearly feel each other's aura.

Everything seems to be over.

At this moment, the Lord of the Holy Light, who was bleeding golden blood like tears, was like a merciful statue, extremely holy and extremely sad.

But Ning Feng, who was obviously at a disadvantage, didn't behave as freely as usual at this moment, but frowned deeper, and said:

The battle between the two seems to be just a fight to win or lose, but the real win or lose is never there.

But He was laughing and proclaiming joyfully:

"...was discovered?"

"reason."

He said:

The gods have brought enough trauma to this world, and it cannot be undone by the kindness of a few special gods.

"And now, this is our redemption..."

He smiled in a relaxed tone, but the smile that he squeezed out gradually disappeared.

Stepping forward to stand in front of Ning Feng, the Lord of Holy Light raised his head slightly and looked into his eyes.

"You can be proud of being able to do this as a mortal."

As if unconsciously, the Lord of Holy Light said softly:

"I don't need the victory of your charity."

It's not that there is no trauma, but those wounds are healing rapidly, and the golden blood flowing out has gradually disappeared without a trace.

"Let's face it, mortals."

"The gods distorted the world, the world gave birth to mortals, and mortals distorted the gods."

Judging from the comparison between the two, it seems that there is no surprise in the outcome of this duel.

At this moment, there was a bit of cunning on the cold face, he blinked and said:
"Although I was discovered, I still performed well, right?"

The millennium in which the Lord of the Holy Light and Ning Feng lived together in their special state was not just one-sided wool.

"Mortals will get back what is rightfully theirs."

Why did He give up resistance at the end?

Devour!

"Why not?"

The Lord of Holy Light's face, which is the same as Cecilia's, is smiling at this moment.

"The gods do not love the world, this is an indisputable fact, you and I both know this."

"Yeah, why is that?"

But his outstretched palm was finally held gently by a slender hand, and he could no longer move an inch.

"you win."

Frowning tightly, Ning Feng stared deeply at the god whose momentum was constantly falling, and asked in a deep voice:

Facing this questioning gaze, the Lord of Holy Light took a deep breath with some regret, and asked himself with a low smile:

Ning Feng's pupils shrunk slightly, but he pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile:

The irresistible momentum weakened in an instant,

The Lord of Holy Light smiled and decided the fate of all gods, including himself.

Although his brows were slightly frowned, Ning Feng was indeed smiling, quietly looking at the Lord of Light opposite him.

But... mortals didn't buy it, and even snorted unceremoniously, and said:
"The truth?"

Atonement?

but mutual.

Ning Feng suddenly understood the reason for all the sense of disobedience.

The Lord of Light at this moment is not the embodiment of pure divinity.

He drew humanity from himself...

(End of this chapter)