500 Relief 4yr

Translator: - -Editor: Vermillion

"No bait is needed. He's already out." Natasha was smiling in the telepathic bond, obviously making fun of Lucien's 'prophecy.'
Ell was still wearing a crown of olive flowers and a white robe, but he appeared more hallow and tranquil. Holy light was vaguely flowing on his skin, and seven floors of Mountain Paradise were reflected in his eyes, making him even more sacred and solemn.
Holding a longsword as dark as ink, he lunged at the two of them. Stinky, decayed fluids were dropping from the sword, only to be absorbed again by a mysterious force in circulation.
"He had been seeking to absorb the godhood in the fields of death and moon. It is possible that he was tempted by the pieces of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls and decided to check it. Such fake gods are susceptible to the attraction of clergy and godhood, to the point that they may lose their sanity." Although Lucien said that, he still found it odd. Ell was almost killed by him last time and was barely able t