"fraud."

"Yeah, I'm a liar."

In the space where the world originates, two figures are very close to each other, as if embracing each other.

With the right music, you might be able to taste some ambiguity... but that's not necessarily true...if you ignore that their appearance is too tragic.

Ning Feng's fingertips, which were pointed like knives and comparable to weapons, stopped in front of the Lord of Holy Light's neck. His sharp fingertips had already cut open his white neck, but he could no longer get any closer.

But in fact, he did not have the upper hand.

There was a huge hole in Ning Feng's chest, and the heart and other strange things inside were missing, disappearing without a trace in the impact of the battle.

No part of his body was still intact, and it was covered in dark blood, which was constantly dripping from his body.

The ferocity of the battle has reached the point of no return, and even Ning Feng's regeneration ability has no effect.

Judging from his appearance, his appearance can only be described as tragic, and there is no telling whether he is still alive.

But, he is smiling.

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

The Lord of Holy Light's face, which was identical to Cecilia's, was smiling at the moment.

Compared with Ning Feng, he looked much better, with almost no external injuries on his body.

It's not that there aren't any external injuries, but those wounds are healing quickly, and the golden divine blood flowing out is gradually disappearing.

Judging from the comparison between the two, there seems to be no surprise in the outcome of this duel.

The spirit said:

"It's over, there's no need to continue."

But Ning Feng, who was obviously at a disadvantage, was not as free and easy as usual at this moment. Instead, he frowned deeper and said:

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

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

But the palm he stretched out was gently held by a delicate hand, and he could no longer move at all.

"No, it's over."

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

No one can say anything to force the Lord of Holy Light, who is only one step away from becoming the God of Gods, to this point.

With a faint smile, the Lord of Holy Light pulled Ning Feng's broken body in front of him and looked directly into his eyes that never dimmed for a moment.

"Face it, mortals."

He said:

"you win."

"No, it's your victory."

The irresistible momentum weakened in an instant,

Golden divine blood seeped out from the corners of his eyes, flowing like tears.

But He is smiling and happily declares:

"This is where the gods will come to an end."

"Mortals will take back everything they deserve."

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

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

Everything seems to be over.

"reason."

With his brows furrowed, Ning Feng stared deeply at the spirit whose aura was constantly declining, and asked in a deep voice:

"I need a reason."

"Why are you doing this?"

The battle between the two seems to be just a battle to determine the outcome, but the real victory or defeat is never there.

There is only one person who can decide the outcome of this battle.

The fight for the origin of the world!

At this moment, the origin that was once divided in half between the two people has been mostly occupied by Ning Feng.

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

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

Devour!

Under this situation, Ning Feng is equivalent to directly devouring all of the Lord of Holy Light!

Including divinity, priesthood, authority...and even His life, all of these are at your fingertips!

Even the victory that mankind has longed for for countless years is just ahead!

But Ning Feng restrained his impulse and forcibly suppressed the devouring process.

He wants to know the reason.

"I don't need your charity victory."

unnecessary.

Why did He give up resistance in the end?

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

"Yeah, why is that?"

The Lord of Holy Light, who shed golden blood like tears, was like a compassionate statue at the moment, extremely holy and extremely sad.

"Maybe, you just want to atone for your sins?"

Atonement?

Ning Feng's pupils narrowed, but he pretended to smile lightly:

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

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

"why not?"

The god's answer was without hesitation and he said calmly:

"I do love mortals."

Staring carefully, Ning Feng could not find any trace of lies in the end.

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

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

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

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

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

"……maybe."

The distance between the two is almost negligible, and one can clearly feel each other's aura.

As if unaware, the Lord of Holy Light whispered:

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

"I have never thought that the gods are innocent. We should indeed bear the responsibilities we should bear."

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

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

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

But... the mortal didn't buy it, and even snorted rudely and said:

"What's the truth?"

"...was discovered?"

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

"As expected, I still can't hide it from you."

At this moment, a hint of cunning appeared on his cold face. He blinked and said:

"Although I was discovered, I still performed well, right?"

Ning Feng: “…………”

"Is it unexpected? You have learned a lot of knowledge about the realm of gods from me. Why can't I learn about mortal things from you?"

The thousand years that the Lord of Holy Light and Ning Feng lived together in a special state were not just a one-sided affair.

It's mutual.

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

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

He drew humanity from Himself...
Chapter completed!