Be dragged into the room by the succubus

Step by step.


Walking quietly towards everyone's back.


He closed his eyes, but his steps were straight without any deviation, and he walked slowly towards the center of the city.


His figure, which seemed to be carrying a heavy object, was seen by others. Although it was a bit strange, the rescuers who were busy searching did not pay much attention and did not speak out to stop him.


What is more important to them now is to find survivors who may have survived the disaster.


Although the probability is very small, it is not impossible!


If he had been in an underground space like the subway at the time of the incident, there was still a certain possibility of surviving under the flames of the Balrog Queen!


But now, in order not to reveal too much information about the world of the awakened, the four disaster-stricken areas are completely blocked, and any ordinary person has no way to contact the outside world.


Being able to enter here now, no matter how weird his behavior is, he should be one of his own who has been audited.


"Perhaps, it's his special way to find other people?"


The special abilities of each pedigree are different, and in many cases there is no way to see the inside from the outside.


The blood lineage is easier to say, like the spiritual lineage and knowledge lineage, there is almost no way to see the essence from the appearance.


"There are no people in the center! It's better to go to the edge."


As the most impacted center, a scorched deep pit directly appeared in the center of Fen City.


Among them, it is very difficult for there to be survivors... It is almost impossible for anyone to survive.


Upon hearing this call, the figure turned his head and nodded, but his footsteps did not stop, and he continued walking.


The strange figure gradually walked away and disappeared at the end of his eyes, only the poems with strange tones in his mouth gradually dissipated in the wind.


[Who is running in the night and the wind at this time?


It was the father who brought his child...]


……


【...Finally rushed to his house,


The child in his arms had died. 】


He whispered the poem "Devil King" in his mouth, and after the last sentence was finished, the figure finally stopped.


In the center of the entire Fen City, in the center of the tens of meters deep pit that still flows hot lava until now.


And here, Ning Feng's standing figure finally straightened.


"Excuse me?"


Thinking of Song Yishun, after experiencing such pain, the moment he was relieved, he was still worried that he was not doing well enough...


"You don't need to say this to anyone, you've done a good job."


Song Yishun owed nothing to anyone.


He is just an ordinary person.


He has his own emotions.


He was alive.


And now, he's dead.


After understanding everything, Song Yishen, who had lost everything, gave up his life.


Is he a coward?


No.


Before ushering in death, he did things that no one else could have imagined.


He died a hero.


"I promise you, I will do it."


Opening his eyes, Ning Feng turned around and looked back.


In the eyes of others, Ning Feng was just standing alone strangely, but in his eyes, he looked completely different.


The entire sky above the deep pit has been filled with dense numbers of broken souls!


All the broken souls who died tragically in Fencheng were all attracted to this place.


Was Ning Feng.


Along the way, Ning Feng was not just calming down his mood, he was doing the same thing as Song Yishun while reciting poems.


Moreover, it should be done more thoroughly than him.


As an ordinary person, Song Yishen could only pull those broken souls into his dream, while Ning Feng was more direct.


He chose to directly use his body as a container and absorb them directly.


The resentment, pain, and anger of those innocent people who died tragically... all impacted Ning Feng's spirit, burning his soul like a flame in a furnace.


Enduring more intense pain than Song Yiyan.


But unlike Song Yishen, who had a mental breakdown and could only rely on false dreams to maintain himself, Ning Feng was extraordinarily calm about these emotions.


Those emotions that were put on him did not disappear, but were fully accepted by him.


He's savoring the emotion...


Ning Feng was also thinking.


Is Song Yishun a special case?


No, what happened to him was just one of countless ordinary people in this disaster.


He did nothing wrong, but was unreasonably taken away from him by unknown forces.


Song Yishun is a microcosm, but it is not just a microcosm.


He is ordinary, but not so ordinary.


Song Yiyan created a miracle.


He used his own life as the price to carry those broken souls until Ning Feng's arrival.


Although it was only a small miracle, he did create a miracle.


"To live up to this miracle, what I can do..."


bell bell bell...


While Ning Feng was thinking, the sudden ringtone interrupted his thinking.


The blockade was set up by the Overwatch Society to target ordinary people, and Ning Feng, a member of the Overwatch Society, was not among them.


I didn't want to answer it, but looking at the name above, Ning Feng put the communicator to Er's ear after thinking:


"Hey……"


……


"So to sum up...the current action is over, and the general direction is to wait for them to make the next move before launching a counterattack?"


"...Well, I understand."


"Yeah, I got it."


Talking softly to Jiang Wan who cared about her on the other end of the phone, Ning Feng's eyes became even colder.


"I won't do anything impulsive. Wait a little longer. I'll go home right away after I finish handling the rescue here."


"I won't be in any danger, I promise you, don't worry."


beep--


After hanging up the phone, he took a deep breath of hot air full of scorched earth and sulfur, let it flow through his lungs, and then let it out slowly.


"It's over? How could it be over."


Closing his eyes in the depths of the ruins, Ning Feng lowered all his consciousness into the abyss.


"Someone has to pay the price for this."


……


……


The domain of Ba Yan.


Karan, who was gathering his new subordinates, heard a soft sigh.


【Ugh……】


!!!


Before she could react, the world in front of her changed instantly!


Karan's soul reappeared in that sanctuary.


It's just that this time is different from before, there is one more figure beside the throne in the thick fog.


Death Hunter, who looked like a young man with black hair and a handsome waist, was kneeling at the feet of the mysterious figure with an excited expression on his face.


It wanted to raise its head, but it lowered it in awe, burying its face deeply.


After an unknown amount of time, the figure on the throne seemed to have finally remembered, and looked up at Karan who was kneeling under the stairs.


Then, he asked casually as if he was bored:


【you……】


[Want to be king? 】


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