As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Now that Booker said this, it can confirm his guess!

Thinking of the previous [Fake King], and then looking at the two people in front of him, Roy's expression became strange.

Except for the dragon-slaying Siegfried, the remaining [false kings] all have feelings for the demigods that transcend race.

Could it be that something will happen between [Sage] and [Phoenix]?

I know a demigod's age is far from human, but judging by her appearance, she's still a child! How could you have the heart to do this? Are you a beast?!

Thinking of the kind and wise old man, who was suddenly labeled as a lolita complex, Roy was shocked and felt complicated.

However, the red-haired girl on the altar, holding her cheek, said frivolously: "Help you, for what?"

Booker was stunned, then quickly explained: "According to the ancient covenant, you once said that you would respect the blood of the false king as king, and bring down your power to help mankind survive the crisis of extinction..."

A laughter as clear as a silver bell resounded through the air, and the words that followed were no different from the devil's mockery.

"Mortal boy, it's amazing that you were able to find my resting place, but you didn't investigate the key things carefully enough."

The smile on the little girl's face gradually disappeared, her voice was tender and sweet, but with a kind of maturity that came with the years.

"First, we did say that we respect the blood of the false king as king, but you are only half-baked. The real bloodline awakeners are those with black hair and black eyes. At best, you have a drop of their blood on your hands, and at most you are a relative of the false king."

"Secondly, we originally agreed on a world-destroying crisis..."

"My Lord God, you don't know that now is the time of destruction!" Booker couldn't help but shout.

The little girl was slightly startled, seemingly adorable, but with a flick of her slender finger, golden light blazed in her eyes, and she brought down a tremendous pressure, forcing the young mage to kneel on the spot. He groaned in pain as if he were being tortured by a pendant worth a thousand gold coins.

"I hate it when people interrupt me."

"I know what's happening out there. They're just the remnants of the evil heretics. At best, they can destroy you humans, but it's far from destroying the world."

"Third, and the most important point."

The little girl held her cheek and smiled sweetly, but it made Booker feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

“Why should God help people?”

"If I don't want to help, what can you do to me?"

Chapter 92: Phoenix's Recognition

The young wizard was struck by lightning, with his mouth open, unable to speak for a long time.

Roy sighed slightly, somewhat understanding his suffering.

In the early and middle stages of the Third Age, the demons launched an almost one-sided massacre against humans.

The demons do not need arable land, population, or rule. Wherever they pass, the demonic energy will be permeated into the literal scorched earth, making it difficult for living creatures to inhabit.

Such horrific and unscrupulous atrocities as massacring cities and destroying nations are commonplace for the demons. And they truly desire to completely exterminate the human race.

From the moment they were contaminated by the evil spirit, their nature had already been corrupted.

The human world at that time was already in a state of disarray and was completely unprepared to face all of this. Under the massive invasion of the demons, 50% of the land and 70% of the population were lost. It was literally on the brink of crisis.

When it comes to Booker's background, the textbooks only give a brief mention of it. His family was broken up, and he devoted himself to learning magic in his youth.

Because in that era, there were so many people whose families were broken up that there was nothing to say.

It is not difficult to see that Booker has paid a lot along the way and gambled everything for the power of God.

The last hope for human survival was rejected by the other party as if it were a joke. Even the young wizard who had never wavered in the face of countless terrifying traps and tests, lost his composure at this moment.

"No, no way... You can't do this!"

"The ancient covenant! Those murals outside! Phoenix, you should be helping us!"

"Help you..." The little red-haired girl narrowed her phoenix eyes under the scarlet eyeshadow and sneered.

"The covenant was established by our ancestors, and the murals were painted by later generations. What does that have to do with me? I still say that, I just won't help you, what can you do to me?"

Booker raised his staff, his face ferocious, and a wave of supernatural aura surged around him.

Sequence 5 is no longer human, but a true extraordinary creature with power that is invincible.

But the little girl on the altar yawned and showed no interest at all.

Realizing that it was pointless to attack the other party, Booker finally collapsed to the ground, dropped his staff, and hung his head weakly. He looked as haggard as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

After staring at the young man for a long time, the little girl on the altar suddenly looked away and sighed softly, "It's not impossible for me to help you if you really want me to."

"?!"

"However, the circulation of divine power requires a contract, and the construction of a contract requires exchange. If you can offer me a sacrifice that I like, I may be able to help you."

"Sacrifice? Please tell me!"

Booker was like a drowning man who had grabbed the last straw in the storm. He said anxiously, "No matter what the price is, I'm willing to give it to you, even if it means my life, as long as it can save humanity!"

"Whatever the cost..."

The little girl chewed over these words and smiled slyly.

Then, she stretched out her delicate, pink, white bare feet to the young man under the altar, and her feet swayed slightly in the air.

"Then come and lick it."

"......well?"

The little girl laughed happily: "What are you saying? I asked you to lick my feet."

"You're not a legitimate [False King], so asking for your life is pointless. But as long as you make me happy, I'll help you. Isn't this a good deal?"

After a moment's silence, the young wizard's face darkened and blue energy bulged on his forehead.

"Do you think this is funny?"

"Why, you don't want to..."

"Do you think this is funny?!" Booker roared at the god, his face completely distorted.

"You can choose not to help me, but you can't insult human dignity!"

"Yes, you are a god, a god who can destroy the world with just a flick of his finger! The crisis of the demons is nothing to you! But my compatriots, living beings, whom you regard as ants, are being slaughtered and harmed even as we speak!"

"Is it so funny to joke about their fate?!"

Under the roar of the mortal, the noble Phoenix Princess completely lost her smile.

The air is burning.

Golden flames emerged from the void, distorting the air in the entire sacrificial site.

When the gods are angry, the sky collapses and the earth breaks apart.

Obviously, the proud sun god was on the verge of anger.

If she wanted to, she could turn the wizard in front of her into ashes with just one finger.

The little girl stretched out her fingertips in the distance, and a huge pressure came like a hurricane, which horrified Booker and made him close his eyes involuntarily.

But the next second, what hit his forehead was a headache that was neither painful nor itchy.

The little girl was already in front of him, with a sneer on her face.

"Well, you're not afraid of death."

"Mortal, you have misunderstood one thing. I am not targeting humans, only you."

"You're not even afraid of death? But you're afraid of licking a girl's feet?"

Booker blinked, somewhat bewildered.

"Make no mistake, mortal. You are not even the blood of the false king. The power of the gods is just alms to you." The little girl tilted her head, her eyes burning with golden light, staring at Booker, as if she had seen through everything long ago, with an indifference beyond the mundane world.

"I've seen thousands of people like you, brazenly asking for power under the guise of racial justice."

"You say you're willing to sacrifice everything, but you simply don't have the courage. Ultimately, I don't like humans. Weak, short-lived, stupid, and even lacking in unity, they're the epitome of accomplishing nothing..."

The young girl said darkly, "In my opinion, the fact that you are still alive today is entirely due to the sacrifices of the gods."

Booker instinctively wanted to open his mouth to refute, but the floating little girl blocked his mouth with her fingertips.

"I know what you're going to say. Ah, humans aren't like that. There are brave people among us, blah blah blah. But I'm not here to debate with you. I want to see action."

"You're not afraid of death, which only proves that you don't care about your own life. Unfortunately..." The little girl's phoenix eyes slightly raised, emitting a mysterious aura, "I can see through the most precious things in everyone's soul. For you, that is dignity."

"If you want my power, prove to me that you are willing to sacrifice everything for the future you desire."

The little girl floated in the air, raised her legs, and frivolously placed her bare feet in front of him.

"So I'll give you one more chance. Which is more important, your dignity or the safety of humanity? Think carefully."

Booker took a deep breath.

He half-knelt down, holding the delicate bare feet, his face showing struggle, his hands trembling, and he was extremely resisting.

But in the end, he bowed down humbly.

At this moment, a flash of surprise crossed the little girl's eyes carrying Jin Yao.

What the gods see shines brighter than the flames of the phoenix.

Just when Booker was about to stick out his tongue with a mask of pain on his face, the little girl suddenly pulled her foot back - unexpectedly, the other party held her leg tightly like a dog-skin plaster and refused to let go, with a determined look on her face.

"Mortal, I recognize you...?!"

"Let me lick it, let me lick it! For the sake of the human race, I have to lick it!"

"I already said I recognize you! Let go of me, you pervert!"

Chapter 93 Winter Festival

After the commotion, Booker, who had a footprint on his face, was extremely happy and bowed in gratitude.

The red-haired little girl blushed slightly, held her forehead and sighed, but there was no point in breaking her promise.

"I acknowledge you, but that's all I acknowledge. I will give you some protection and bear witness to your journey, but if you want more power, you must prove it to me..."

"Humanity is worth saving."

Booker nodded solemnly: "That's exactly what I meant."

Under the golden morning light, the young wizard and the little girl Phoenix Princess embarked on a journey to save humanity.

"By the way, what should I call you outside?"

"Whatever."

"Lord Phoenix?"

The little girl was so angry that she waved her fists: "Calling me 'my real name' directly is so disrespectful. Can't you give me a cute name?"

The dull mage scratched his head: "Then...Finny?"

"...Never mind, let's just leave it at that."

A fleeting glimpse, a review of the scene.

The faint morning light shone through the window. The black-haired boy lying on the bed did not get up, still immersed in the unknown past, full of emotion.

[Sage] has a close relationship with the Phoenix, which explains his understanding of the Phoenix.

At the same time, it also explains why the [Sages] were able to advance to a high level and be honored as the [Six Heroes] who saved humanity.

Whether one is a noble with inherited blood or a magician proficient in mysterious potions, the intermediate level is already the limit.

High-level transcendents are truly mythical creatures, possessing a hint of divinity that is not simply achieved through human effort.

Historical records of how a Sage reached a higher level have always been vague, but it would be reasonable if a demigod personally bestowed divine power.

The young wizard and the god who looks like a little girl put aside their differences and worked together to save humanity from the darkness. It was like the beginning of a fairy tale, so beautiful that it seemed unreal.

But when the phoenix was mentioned, the Sage's face was more melancholy.

Why did he say that Huang Ji couldn't be alive?

Even if you think about it more deeply, the other [Six Heroes] are still high-level combat forces, active on the front lines of various forces. Why is it that only the [Sage] stays in the academy and retreats behind the scenes?

I don’t think the story behind this will be as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Alas, I always feel sad every time I look at these things from the past.