The Reborn Demon King Girl

The power of that faith was directly dispersed.

"No one can test me." Doro glanced at Mohe and uttered these words.

Mohe presented a gentle smile on his face: "As expected of you, my respected master."

Doro did not give an answer. He did not bear the wills of many lives, he did not face the desires of many lives; he simply shattered these things with power, destroyed them—irrespective of what effect such damage to the blessing might have on these creatures, in a sense, calling him the Demon King would not be inaccurate.

Today Doro possesses such power, possesses such confidence.

Of course, this could also be viewed as evasion.

Perhaps Doro does not wish to provide an answer, as he remains wary of Mohe.

"Continue to attack."

Doro issued such a command.

The powers of the three united once more. Since the initial feedback had already been received, knowing that this power could not kill any one of the three, the ultimate outcome was already foregone.

Infinite power constantly evolved into waves, and Feiker felt as if she was about to explode under these oscillations of power. The power of the four great entities ceaselessly undulated within this confined space. Feiker had reason to suspect—precisely because of her weakness, she remained safe. If she were a bit stronger, perhaps she would directly be blown apart amidst such a feedback of power.

Just as ocean waves could crash against a ship, yet perhaps might not kill some plankton in the seawater. She herself could only be washed over by these waves, drift about, not possessing any power to resist. Precisely because she was small enough, she was therefore safe enough…

The clash of such supreme power had never appeared since the world was born, even during the era when Mohe and the Goddess jointly crusaded against omenous times, it was never as terrifying as today.

Yin Nephilim, retreating rapidly through the teleportation gate opened by the angels, a terrifying force radiating from the center of the Celestial Realm, seemingly to engulf all in this world, reached a degree where she would be overturned by the waves.

The entire world was trembling.

Echoing constantly from the void.

Everything seen by living beings was shaking: the earth, the ocean, the sky, the sunlight, the air, the self… everything and everything was being influenced by such power.

Even cracks began to appear on the bodies of the world's top contenders, the impact causing direct damage to these lifeforms, continuing onward, and it wouldn't be surprising if they fell on the spot.

When Doro and Mohe battled, it wasn't like this…

The Wise King thought so instinctively.

Had they actually controlled the destruction of the world while fighting? She had indeed examined the battle traces of Doro and Mohe. The power was surely formidable but would not truly destroy the world. Yet now, this kind of ripple—though the world might split apart directly, it could possibly happen.

What exactly happened in that Celestial Realm?

The teleportation gates of the angels appeared with enormous issues at that moment. Countless cracks began to materialize upon the teleportation gate, as if it were about to shatter in the next second.

The withdrawal of Hidden Nephilim had already been seen by the Wise King.

Even she didn't know what to do now.

Perhaps, one could only close their eyes, waiting for this battle to end, sincerely praying that the battle would not directly destroy the world, praying that Mohe would resurrect the life of this world.

This was the only expectation that the Wise King could hold.

All living beings in the world were the same, let alone have their will known by Doro and Mohe, even approaching was an impossibility.

The weak could not reach there; the strong would die on the way.

Perhaps they originally intended to use this to filter the "strong"?

No, if the strong all died, then during the world's "destruction," the weak would also perish largely due to the changes of the world itself.

Only those lucky ones could survive this crisis of world annihilation… Was this their goal?

No, it was not.

The Wise King knew better than anyone, it was not—since Doro became the sole king, conquering Mohe… those two life forms had already grown increasingly distant from the life of this world; they should not be considered life forms of any race but should be viewed as higher-dimensional beings, just like what was depicted in the Holy Record, God created humans by His will, guided humans by His will, destroyed humans by His will.

All of this was not related to human will, only to God's will.

She lay down.

Looking to the side at Noel: "Perhaps, were you right?"

Noel had long since lain on the ground, her whole body covered in fissures: "What are you saying?"

"Being a maid seems actually quite good; the more you think when facing such existence, the more despairing it becomes, the more you know, the more helpless you feel, the more you comprehend the greatness of the other party, the more you understand the distance between you, the smaller and more powerless you feel, until even life becomes desperate and sorrowful. If one accepts that one is merely a servant of the other… strangely, it feels a lot lighter. Everything can be left to the other, after all… how could a mortal manipulate the will of God? Everything is just unfolding according to God's will."

Noel revealed a satisfied smile: "You've finally understood, Wise King, this is precisely the emotion I experienced many years ago. It's just that the previous battle deeply impressed upon me this issue. If one is a maid, one obtains a sense of peace, under the command of God, a maid is also a divine servant; one only needs to act according to God's will, with no need to worry about one's own emotions. God's command is the supreme command, God's will is the supreme will, God's joy is the greatest glory… such a life, in fact, is quite happy."

The Wise King looked at Noel's nearly cracked body.

"You are about to die. Because of God's will."

"That is my glory."

"Will God pity you?"

"I await God's mercy."

The Wise King gradually laughed: "What a simple thought… I can't manage it."

"God will forgive you."

"Haha…"

The body of the Wise King also began to rapidly crack; she felt she was likely to die.

In this regard, it seemed she was a bit stronger than Noel.

In such a situation, dying faster is paradoxically stronger… sometimes it's truly hard to explain. But… it doesn't matter now, anyway, those things attacking the surface probably have it even worse. If all the strong died out, it might not be a bad thing. Doro and Mohe could redefine the order of the world, and their once-owned past could finally draw to a close.

This erroneous journey that lasted over a decade could finally be buried in history. The remaining weak, as long as they're brave enough to move forward is enough.

She slowly closed her eyes.

However…

Death did not come.

The reverberations ceased abruptly at some moment.

The Wise King looked to one side and found Noel also opening her eyes in confusion.

"Would you say this is divine mercy?"

"I think we can see it that way. You are more suited than I to be a believer in God. I never quite understood people of the White Church before, but now, I think they're almost too clever. Many of them walked toward their end in happiness. Perhaps that's what the Goddess wanted. The direction she deems correct."

The Wise King neither confirmed nor denied: "But our only king, perhaps, does not agree with this path."

"That is evident, the great sole king will lead us on a different path. We just have to follow him. He is surely correct."