"So you didn't have much effort to kill a great god with a famous power"?

"Well, yes, but there is another cunning guy who ran away. He used an ancient scroll with the "Kalari Extreme Escape" spell." I had limited ability, but I still couldn't catch up after 3,000 years."

"It's good to kill one. The strength of the gods is very weak and it's easy to defeat. They even have to walk together to dare to come to the Sea of ​​Chaos. The god of justice, Tyr, has long lost the caution and awe that a professional should have. This has given you such a relaxed opportunity to take advantage of, but if they stay in the Kingdom of God, it will be difficult to deal with."

“…………”

"What is this? Is it preaching? I'm not complacent because I just solved a waste that is worthless."

"Even if you are preaching, give me some time to preach. After all, I really don't have much time left. Speaking of which, you are still a guy who is destined to be without a woman's fate."

“…………”

In the quiet chaos, the handsome boy in black robe and the beautiful girl in gorgeous gem robe stared at each other and talked calmly. They were as casual and relaxed as old friends discussing the weather, and there was no emotional collision between words or conspiracy.

However, compared to the boy whose eyes were always focused on the slender light blue wand in the girl's hand, the girl with slightly trembling fingertips seemed much more complicated.

There is no doubt that the handsome boy in the void at this moment was the "Whisper of Destruction" that had found the final goal after 300,000 years of searching. The beautiful girl with a complex expression was naturally found, or the "president" Frantal who had been waiting for the "Whisper of Destruction" to be found by the "Whisper of Destruction".

It must be admitted that the dialogue between these two Yaori pros is quite embarrassing. After all, the "President" with very unstable soul fluctuations seem to lose consciousness at any time, while the caster who is on the side is almost unable to control the bloody murderous intent in his eyes!

This is the Sea of ​​Chaos, how lonely and lonely it is.

"If nothing unexpected happens... you will die today. "President", I have completed the research on "Pekner's Soul Fusion Technique". Now I am ready to harvest your soul with the "Sai's Soul Devouring Technique" I have improved with my own hands!

"So that's it, I understand."

In a quiet moment, a "Nanan's light-free black box" that was smaller but more solid, had quietly appeared beside Frantar. It was obvious that even her cold eyes, which seemed like a pool of secluded springs, could not stop the ruthless magic.

But even so, even though she had fallen into such a desperate situation, the expression of the "President" still did not change. She just stared at the gloomy and cold powerful spell caster in front of her very calmly, and then quietly took off the gem robe and storage ring on her body, while putting them together with the staff in her hand in the stagnant chaos beside her.

One by one, neat and clean.

There is no resistance or questioning, some... are just endless depth that is as if you are looking for death.

“…………”

"My adoptive father... is the second "president" of the Silent League - I handed over this powerful Fano Oden stick to me before my death. He asked me to promise that no matter what I experience in the future, I will never succumb to "fate" and must do my best to fight against "fate" to the end... I have been fulfilling my promise, and even if I enter the realm of Yaori, I have never relaxed for a minute.

But now... I am about to die. Mr. Mesul's powerful attack destroyed my soul. The attack of Tiamat even destroyed its last hope of recovery. Although both enemies were eventually killed by me, my life was already like a candle in the wind. Now I only hope and can only hope that you can take over my wealth and continue to fight against fate. At least in this way... No matter what the future of you, the "genius" who surpasses me, I - Frantal - have fulfilled my promise in the early morning.

“…………”

It's not like giving the last words, but more like helpless feelings. Although the "president" sounds like a huge expectation and hope for the words that punk says, it is not difficult for the caster to see that Frantal is really just fulfilling her promise to the second generation "president", and she hasn't expected punk to do anything at all.

It’s so difficult to transcend fate, even Frantal, who stands at the top of the multiverse, doesn’t think so from the beginning.

It's really disappointing. After all, the message conveyed by "Eternal Sleeping Eye" sounds like a kind of great inheritance, but in fact it's just a "commitment" of "a dead horse is a living horse".

At least Punk felt a little disappointed, after all, he had been underestimated by others.

Of course, there is no reason to not give anything for free. Master Yaori, who spent a lot of time and energy to find the "president", was originally intended to plunder these wealth. Since Frantal, who is not afraid of death, is willing to give up everything, then the "Whisper of Destruction" will definitely accept it all without hesitation.

It's as peaceful as vegetation enjoying the sunshine.

"I am worthy of being the generous Ms. Frantal, so let your soul turn into my power next. The soul devouring technique will improve my profession level, and I will use your fall to move to a higher level"!

Be polite and uncover.

The first step to obtaining wealth is to devour the original owner's soul. In this way, the caster can also learn from the devoured memory whether the "president" has done anything to her "legacy"...

OK OK OK, Punk is actually a little curious about Frantal's reaction when facing death. After all, she is the third "president" of the Silents League.

However, in fact, the clear and cold girl did not show any special reaction. After hearing the "excessive" request from punk, the expressionless girl just nodded calmly as if she heard the sound of wind blowing through her ears in the fields. Then, the next second, she silently closed her eyes and released the broken soul with cracks and an increasingly unstable state.

The "President" did not lie. She was really on the verge of death under the unsolved serious injury of the "soul fusion technique".
Chapter completed!