Be dragged into the room by the succubus

"I reject."

Behind Reinhardt, a phantom crowd emerged, and their shouting gestures stagnated.

The people who couldn't see their faces clearly watched the god-killing king silently.

Don't understand the decisions he made.

Why pass up such an opportunity?

Why are you unwilling to become a new god?

The world needs you!

Obviously we are all looking forward to you!

why?

The silent cry runs through the soul and rings in the ears of everyone in this world.

【why! ! ? 】

The scream of crying blood made everyone who heard it unconsciously shed tears, and felt the feeling of being abandoned.

Even you, are you going to abandon us now?

But Reinhardt's face didn't change at all. He turned around and looked at the soul behind him coldly.

Looking at the people who have always been behind him, he slowly said:

"I, Reinhardt II, the last king of the Rhine Kingdom... I don't want to become a god."

Even though the throne of the gods was at his fingertips, he still chose to refuse.

Faced with such an answer, the world fell silent.

Its illusory will does not understand why someone would reject such a power, why someone would give up this glory.

That's a god!

Countless people yearn for their way and dream of becoming one of them.

And now, as long as Reinhardt nods, he will easily replace the former god and become a false god.

why?

Why would you choose to give up?

The world didn't understand. Although Ning Feng had guessed some possibilities, he still felt a little dazed.

"Is this your decision? Really..."

To be honest, this is indeed very Reinhardt's style, and it is indeed a choice that the King of Heroes would make.

Straightening his spine, Reinhardt held his head high and his eyes swept across the phantoms of souls surrounding him.

He observed each one carefully and earnestly, trying to recall his experiences with them.

But in the end, he didn't find the people he most wanted to see.

Suddenly, Reinhardt felt his shoulder being lightly touched, and he turned his head to see a woman exuding a gentle aura.

From her eyes, Reinhardt didn't see any urging, only full of tenderness.

Mary.

On the other side, he saw his usually gloomy knight showing his signature smile when he was young, and nodded vigorously at him.

Carl.

Slowly closing his eyes, even if there was no communication, Reinhardt knew what they meant.

They leave all the choices to themselves.

As it was then.

"call……"

With a long exhalation of the breath in his chest, Reinhardt was no longer confused.

He turned his head, faced the countless puzzled eyes staring at him, and said slowly:

"Everyone who has been watching me all this time."

During these thousand years, the people who have been silently accompanying me.

"Our world was destroyed a long time ago, don't you understand?"

There is a touch of sadness and bitterness in the words, but more of the relief after relief.

"Now we are just ushering in the end that belongs to us."

All things must die one day.

Now, it's just that the day that has been postponed for thousands of years has arrived.

"We shouldn't continue like this."

"My responsibilities are over."

"We have ushered in our true rest!"

Gradually, his voice raised, and his majestic breath was confused.

He was back to being the wise king, the arbitrary ruler who never missed.

To the confused soul, he asked back:

"Could it be that what you expect is another god to be born? Then repeat the tragedy that happened before?"

"Could it be that you are suffering from the gods?"

No one answered, and they were all lost.

For thousands of years, they have experienced reincarnation every seven days, and the remaining will of their souls has actually been exhausted long ago.

Even pushing Reinhardt forward was nothing more than the residual obsession in his heart.

But at this moment, if they want them to really answer, they don't have that ability.

In fact, they are already incomplete.

What remains to this day is not so much the soul, but rather a complex that is dominated by the will of the world and brings together all people's obsessions.

After a moment of silence, intermittent soul fluctuations finally responded.

[If we don't fall into the arms of the gods... where should we go? 】

The Kingdom of Ryan is a religious kingdom, and every citizen is a devout believer who believes in the gods.

Under the gaze of the gods from birth, enjoying the gifts of the gods, death will also belong to the embrace of the gods.

Everyone has received such an education, and they have no idea what a world without gods looks like.

Now, what should they do?

Such a question also made Reinhardt silent, but before Ning Feng could speak, the king spoke slowly:

"Everyone, we are not born for the gods, nor do we have to die for the gods."

The anger and sadness in his eyes disappeared, and he looked at all the confused souls tenderly, facing them, as if facing his former self:

"Here, I, Reinhardt, promulgate the final king's decree..."

"I declare that the soul of each of you no longer belongs to the gods."

"I declare that you don't have to sacrifice everything for the gods."

"I declare that each of you is your own! You can live for yourself, and you can die for yourself!"

"I declare..."

"You guys are free!"

free.

The most precious and unimaginable treasure for these souls trapped in a world for thousands of years.

You are free!

All souls are lost.

They feel as if the chains that bind them are broken deep in their souls, feeling light and empty.

Having been locked away for millennia, they now feel lost and terrified.

At this time, the steady voice once again guided their direction.

"do not be sad."

"Rejoice! Your king never forsakes his people, and now he is back."

Holding the giant sword high, Reinhardt shouted loudly like he did before every expedition:

"I'm standing by your side!"

"I will win with you, or..."

"I will die with you."

But this time, the invincible king will embrace death with his people.

Suddenly, the first ray of light appeared, and a warrior's soul knelt down towards Reinhardt, and then turned into a dim light and flew towards the sky.

He chose to trust his king, as he always did.

Gradually, more and more rays of light appeared, converging into a dazzling beam of light that soared into the sky.

This is the epic of heroes.

A slightly sad epic.

The originally scattered divinity did not fly into Reinhardt's body in the end, but melted into the giant sword in his hand following the familiar breath.

Under the watchful eyes of the world, Reinhardt turned his head, held up the giant sword in both hands, and said slowly to Ning Feng in midair:

"I return everything to you."

Gain power from the gods, and finally return the power to the gods.

But Ning Feng was not in a hurry to get back the artifact representing authority, but asked suddenly:

"You really don't want to save the world?"

"This is where you grew up. Although it is broken, the chance to save it is now in your hands."

Really, don't you want to?

The authority of the gods is at your fingertips, as long as he has this power, he can at least do more.

Godslayers becoming gods are not without their problems.

This is what he deserves.

However, the godslayer is not willing.

"That's enough."

"The world no longer needs new gods."

Reinhardt hates the gods, and he hates everything the gods have brought to this world.

And for the gods who gave him the power to kill gods, he can only be grateful.

"For your help, we have nothing else to repay, the only thing we can offer is our gratitude."

"Thank you!"

thump.

The king, who had never bowed his knees to others, bent down on one knee to the demon who gave him the power to truly save everything.

Show him your gratitude.

Suddenly, Ning Feng felt that everything was different.

Ever since Ning Feng entered the mode of acting on behalf of theocracy, he has always felt the oppression of this world on him, as if he wanted to drive him out.

He'd been fighting back, but the moment Reinhardt thanked him, that feeling was gone.

The king of this world surrendered.

The world has also surrendered.

The will of the world showed its loyalty to Ning Feng, a foreigner who forcibly seized his power.

As for Ning Feng, after being stunned for a moment, he didn't dodge, and nodded slowly after being silent for a while.

Hey.

He fell from the sky, and the appearance of his body also changed back to the original appearance, becoming the original appearance of the human form.

The clothes on his body turned into a silver-white robe with simple and simple patterns. Ning Feng gently hugged the unconscious Shirene with his left arm, and stretched out his right hand towards Reinhardt.

He once asked Reinhardt a few questions on behalf of the Overwatch Council when he used [Will of Overwatch], but the King at that time did not answer.

At that time, Ning Feng got the answer given by Reinhardt with his actions.

He wants revenge, revenge against the gods who created their world!

Now, his wish has been fulfilled, and Ning Feng has also fulfilled his promise.

He gave Reinhardt the power to succeed in his revenge.

"I am not your savior, nor am I the god who came to save you."

This world does not need to be saved, at least, not by him alone.

"The one who can really save you is only you."

The one who can last until Ning Feng arrives is Reinhardt.

If he had given up resistance early, the world would have come to an end long ago.

"But, if you insist on asking me for my approval..."

Moving his palm away from the top of Reinhardt's head, Ning Feng patted the shoulder of the king who was kneeling on one knee, and said softly:

"Rest in peace, Reinhardt."

"I consent to your death."

I give you permission to rebel against the world.

"you're free."

You have given the world the right to choose, but you have left out yourself, so I will give you this right.

The hero who saved the world ushered in the future he wanted, so what's the problem?

No.

No one should and cannot be hindered by anyone.

Under the realm of the gods, language becomes power, and words form laws.

The last shackles on Reinhardt were completely broken by Ning Feng.

Tears flowed from the eyes again, but this time tears of emotion.

"Thank you……"

Feeling his body getting lighter and lighter, Reinhardt muttered in a low voice:

"May you be immortal in the long river of fate."

The body slowly shattered, and the body of Reinhardt, who was kneeling on the ground, gradually lit up, turning into a faint golden light, chasing after the brilliance turned into by others.

In Ning Feng's eyes, Reinhardt's soul changed back to his youthful appearance, and he quickly ran to a girl's side, holding her hand.

Beside him, the unserious knight Karl was holding a long sword, lazily admiring the beautiful scene.

Just like a thousand years ago, happy and worry-free.

The golden light transformed by the souls of all beings gradually illuminated the sky, and the blood clouds all over the sky dissipated.

At the same time, the light of the dawn tears the night sky.

The morning light of dawn sprinkled on the golden light of the soul, reflecting each other.

The long night came to an end.

But this time, the broken world was not covered up by illusory power, and it did not return to its false appearance.

The tragic fate that permeated this world for thousands of years has finally come to an end.

There are no gods in this world anymore, no human souls belong to gods, and everyone is free.

The light of dawn brings the final death.

But this death is not sad.

Instead, a laugh of relief echoed across the world.

They cheered for freedom in the broken world and enjoyed the millennium-delayed rest.

The world is being destroyed, but their souls have been sublimated.

Ning Feng has the ability to change all this. He can force Reinhardt to accept that power according to his will, and he can also melt all souls into the artifact that turns into a dagger in front of his eyes.

But he didn't.

He hugged Shirene, raised his head silently, and watched the morning sun and the golden rain in the sky.

The golden light reflected in his eyes.

He was just seeing off the world.

Obviously he is also a participant in this story, but for a moment there is a sense of detachment, like watching an epic stage.

Everyone on this stage flashed in Ning Feng's eyes.

Each of them plays a role, each one represents a symbol.

The god watched Reinhardt.

Reinhardt watches over his people.

The people turned their hopes to the heroic king again.

The stargazers have silently observed the world from the outside world for thousands of years.

Beyond that, this dilapidated world is another gigantic stage, admired by the audience.

The contestants also play the role of being observed in this stage play, and each of them is exposed to the eyes of the outside audience.

Everyone, while being an "observer", is also a "observed".

And in this, what role did Ning Feng play?

Is it the Overwatch Contestant 【Devil】 who has attracted the attention of countless people?

Or the long-awaited Prophet in the eyes of stargazers?

Is it the [Savior] who saved all this in the eyes of Bishop Charlie?

Or the true savior in Reinhardt's eyes [God]?

From the eyes of observers with different identities, his identity is changeable, from evil to righteous, from weak to great...

And in his own heart, he always had an answer.

He is [Watcher].

He is a member of the Overwatch Society, one of the forces that keep watch over the world.

And at this moment, just as he thought...

Ning Feng is the last watchman of this fallen kingdom of God.

Watching it quietly, ushering in the final end.

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