Restarting Life After Forcibly Marrying the Demon King

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, but every time I open my eyes and see everything here, and see the footprints left by myself in prayer yesterday, I will reflect on myself... I will feel ashamed."

"Then have you ever thought that when you have such thoughts in your mind, it is actually a kind of uncleanness and a kind of 'betrayal'? Didn't you realize that you have been impious for a long time, Your Highness ?”

Luo Ning smiled lightly, his words were full of sarcasm.

"exactly……"

There was a wry smile on the face of the saint.

She looked at the beam of light, silently staring at the statue in the beam of light, a trace of imperceptible scruples flashed in her eyes.

"Maybe, my piety is just a kind of self-comfort... But, please let me continue to be so comforting, I don't want to deny my past ten years."

"Stubborn. You will starve yourself to death sooner or later with your so-called beliefs. You are a dreamer who only talks beautifully but does not take action, and immerses himself in his own cage to escape reality."

"You're right..."

Faced with those harsh words, the saint's face was filled with bitterness.

Suddenly, her eyes were lit up by red flames.

"boom--!!!"

The light blade slashed by Nart's sword hits the target precisely.

The white stones shattered all over the ground and exploded in the sky.

"How can you--!"

The saint's eyes widened in disbelief.

She looked at the statue she used to kneel and pray day after day, shattering under her own eyes.

"Is your loyalty from the bottom of your heart, or is it that you dare not because you are being watched?"

Luo Ning turned around.

The sword in his hand was still burning, and the red flames blew on his wrist, but Luo Ning didn't feel hot at all.

"How do you know..."

The saint froze on the spot in astonishment, seeing the rolling stones at her feet, she didn't know what to do for a while.

The strong mood swings made the girl's eye sockets moist, her pupils were red, and she was about to cry.

Something is broken here.

Is it a statue of a god, or the purest holiness in her heart...

Or, the long sword of the Chuangshi God shattered her stubborn and prejudiced thoughts, and broke the shackles that made her unwilling to step out of the outside world.

387 Burning Flames

Luo Ning was actually hard to say, he just felt that he was being stared at.

The statue hidden in the light made him feel creepy.

That feeling came to me halfway through the conversation with the saint.

Then he saw the eyes of the saintess looking sideways frequently, eyes full of fear and scruple.

That's why Luo Ning boldly guessed that the God of Light had at least a ray of consciousness attached there.

And the saint who knelt here and prayed here every day, trying to communicate with the God of Light day after day, naturally could perceive this more keenly than Luo Ning.

The saint's expression was quite dignified. She took a step forward and eagerly grabbed Luo Ning's wrist.

"Go, he is coming!!"

It's coming, is there such a good thing?

Luo Ning stood there without moving.

The saint hastily blurted out: "Go, stupid!"

In a hurry, I forgot that this man was the God of Creation, and the saint covered her mouth after she finished speaking, feeling annoyed.

Calling the God of Creation is stupid...Maybe she is the only one in this world.

"What do you think I am looking for that God of Light for?"

Luo Ning remained calm in the face of danger, and glanced at her lightly.

"I don't know about the battle between the gods, but it's too late if you don't go!"

The saint is a follower of the God of Light, so the strength of the God of Light is insurmountable in her mind.

In contrast, the friendly God of Creation in front of him will be subconsciously categorized by the saint as her own.

So she didn't even think about it, she just wanted to retreat with this man.

Now the God of Light's statue was destroyed, and the God of Light, who had always pursued perfection, would definitely get angry when he saw his god's statue smashed to pieces.

The saint has already sensed the mighty power of the God of Light invisibly.

"Come on!"

The saint became anxious, seeing that Luo Ning was indifferent, she was so anxious that she wanted to bite his arm.

Luo Ning stood there, listening to all directions.

His gaze remained on that ray of sunlight all the time.

He could also feel that an aura was gradually approaching.

Suddenly, the light in front of him rose sharply.

The original straight light beam turned into a spherical shape in an instant.

is a perfect circle.

Bright and dazzling, really like the sun.

Luo Ning heard the slightest whining ringing in his ears.

Perhaps it was the sound of strong rays of light rubbing against the air with bright elements.

The round sphere was too dazzling, and Luo Ning couldn't help squinting his eyes.

He tried to look at the light, trying to see something in it.

But that light lasted only for a moment.

In less than half a minute, the light disappeared.

The light beam returned to its original appearance.

The pillars of light that soared into the sky continuously flowed into the golden light, and the surroundings returned to calm.

As if nothing had come.

"...So, let's go?"

The saint looked around in surprise.

She looked at her own physical condition, and then at the man's condition.

Both sides were unscathed, and the light just now did not affect anyone.

"gone?"

Luo Ning also felt puzzled.

"The God of Light just descended in less than a minute..."

The saint frowned and said.

"How long does He usually stay here?"

"Maybe ten minutes, He will watch us quietly there, answering our prayers with light."

The Saintess focused her eyes on the center of the beam of light.

The statue that originally existed there has long since ceased to exist, at least the God of Light did not come here to restore the statue.

"I just came here to harvest the last wave of leeks, oh no, it should be said to be the power of faith...?" Luo Ning thought.

The momentum just now was obviously full of anger, Luo Ning was ready to raise his knife to meet him, but the other party didn't even come to meet him, so he just left?

Is it because of fear of him?

The current God of Light is trying the so-called 'rebirth' as ​​Latil said, so he is not capable enough to confront Luo Ning head-on?

Or is it just what Luo Ning said... Want to take advantage of this last moment to reap the power of faith?

"Put it on."

Luo Ning took out a black cloak from the space ring, and casually threw it on the saintess.

The saint looked at the magnificent long dress on her body, and then at the unpretentious adventurer's shawl in her hand.

It was difficult for a while.

What he did was nothing more than to guide himself... let himself take off the clothes bestowed by the God of Light, and change into the clothes in his hands.

Once put on, does she not belong to the God of Light, but to the God of Creation...?

"I, I haven't figured it out yet..."

"Think of what?"

Luo Ning looked at the saint strangely.

He simply didn't want to see this woman's naked body anymore, so he casually threw a piece of clothing on her to cover it up, that's all.

After all, it's hard to make Luo Ning serious when he talks naked frequently with a naked woman.

The saintess looked away with some difficulty.

The person in front of him is certainly a stalwart god, but the other person is also a man at the same time...

"boom--"

"boom--!!"

"boom---!!!"

Some magic bombarded not far away.

Before he had time to think, three consecutive deafening explosions pulled Luo Ning back from his thoughts.

"Wow,"

Around Luo Ning's body and on the arc-shaped dome, debris and bricks and tiles continued to fall.

Bricks and rubble fell to the ground and shattered.

Under the halo, it looks like gold dust is flying in the sky.

"...?!"

The saintess took a breath and backed away one after another.

Her eyes rested on the entrance of light at the top of the vault.

There are soft feathers falling from there.

The pure white feathers swirled lightly in the air, flew with the air current, and finally fell into Luo Ning's palm.

Warm, yet soft to the touch.

"Blazing Angel..."

The saint's voice was a little trembling, and her clear tone was trembling, as if she was excited or afraid.

Luo Ning looked up along the beam of light.

When he saw the graceful and familiar body of that person, he also froze.

The grand six wings were completely stretched in the light, and she came stepping on the light, her snow-white toes stood up gently, and a pair of slender thighs lay under the graceful curve of her body.

The blond hair was more dazzling than the light, the light blue irises hung in the ears, and the cold eyes were watching the young man at his feet gently.

But in the eyes of the young man, she was incomparably beautiful.

"You are... Archangel Seraphim sent by the God of Light... Raphael!"