"So you didn't have to go into much effort to kill a great god of great fame"?

"Well, yes, but there's another cunning guy who ran away, and he used an ancient scroll with the "Karari Extreme Escape" Sun Flare spell, "I have limited ability, and I have been chasing for more than three thousand years and still haven't caught up".

"It's good to be able to kill one, the strength of the gods' ontology is weak and easy to defeat, they even have to go together to dare to come to the Sea of Chaos, that God of Justice Tyr has already lost the caution and awe that a professional should have, which gives you such an easy opportunity, but if they stay in the kingdom of God and don't come out, it will be difficult to deal with."

“............”

"What is this? Is it preachy? I don't get complacent about solving a worthless piece of waste."

"Even if it's preaching, give me a little time to preach, after all, my time is really running out, and it's ...... You're really a guy who is destined to have no woman's relationship."

“............”

In the silence of chaos, a handsome young man in a black robe and a beautiful girl in a gorgeous jeweled robe looked at each other and talked calmly, as casually and easily as old friends discussing the weather, and there was no emotional collision between words and no scheming and conspiracy.

It's just that compared to the young man who has been staring intently at the slender light blue wand in the girl's hand, the girl whose fingertips tremble slightly seems to be in a much more complicated mood.

There is no doubt that the handsome young man who is in the void at this moment is the "Whisper of Destruction" who has found the ultimate goal after 300,000 years of searching, and that beautiful girl with a complicated expression is naturally the "President" Frantal who has been waiting to be found by "Whisper of Destruction".

It must be admitted that the conversation between these two Sunburst professionals is quite awkward, after all, the "President", whose soul fluctuations are very unstable, looks like he may lose consciousness at any time, while the caster who is in perfect condition on the side is about to lose the bloody killing intent in his eyes!

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

"If nothing else...... You're going to die today, Your Excellency, I've completed the study of the "Piknat's Soul Fusion Technique", and now I'm ready to harvest your soul with the "Theon's Soul Devouring Technique" that I have improved myself!

"I see, I see".

Quietly, a smaller but more condensed "Nanaan's Lightless Black Box" had silently appeared beside Frantal, and it was clear that even her cold pupils that looked like a pool of dark springs could not stop the relentless spells.

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

One by one, neatly and cleanly.

There was no resistance or questioning, some ...... It's just an endless depth of looking at death as if it were home.

“............”

"My adoptive father...... That is, the second "President" of the Silent Alliance, Moleg-Early Morning, before he died, handed me the powerful Staff of Fanooden, and he asked me to promise that no matter what I experienced in the future, I would never succumb to "fate", and I would do my best to fight "fate" to the end...... I have been fulfilling my promises, and I have not let up even a minute or a second since I stepped into the realm of the sun.

But now...... I was about to die, Mr. Mesur's powerful attack had destroyed my soul, and Tiamat's attack had destroyed the last of its hopes of recovery, and although both enemies were eventually slain by me, my life was like a candle in the wind, and now I can only hope and can only hope that you can take over my wealth and continue to fight against fate, at least that way...... Whatever the future holds for you, the "genius" who surpasses me, I, Frantal, Dawn, have fulfilled my promise to "do my best".

“............”

It's not like a confession, it's more like a helpless emotion, although the words of the "guild" to Punk sound like there are huge expectations and hopes, but in fact, it is not difficult for the caster to see that at this moment, Frantal is really just fulfilling her promise to the second generation of "guild", and she doesn't expect punk to do anything at all.

Transcendence of fate or something...... It's so hard that even Frantal, who stands at the apex of the multiverse, doesn't want to look at it from the beginning.

It's really disappointing, after all, the message of the "Pupil of Eternal Sleep" sounds like some kind of great inheritance, but in fact it is just a "promise" of "a dead horse to be a living horse doctor".

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

Of course, there is no reason not to want what is given for nothing, and the Sunbla Mage who spent a lot of time and energy to find the "President" was originally to loot these wealth, and since Franthal, who is now not afraid of death, is willing to give everything away, then "Whisper of Destruction" will definitely accept it all unceremoniously.

It's like vegetation enjoying the sun.

"Worthy of the generous Lady Frantal, then let your soul become my power, the soul devouring technique will raise my professional level, and I will use your fall to reach a higher level"!

Be polite and undisguised.

The first step in obtaining wealth must be to devour the soul of the original owner, so that the caster can also know from the devoured memories whether the "guild" has done anything to her "legacy............

Okay, well, punk is actually a little curious about how Franthal reacts when he faces death head-on, after all...... She's the third "President" of the Silent Alliance.

However, in fact, the cold girl did not show any special reaction, after hearing the punk's "excessive" request, the expressionless girl just nodded calmly as if she heard the sound of the wind blowing in her ears in the field, and then the next second, she silently closed her eyes and released the broken soul that was full of cracks and became more and more unstable.

The "President" didn't lie, she was really on the verge of death under the unresolved serious injuries of the "Soul Fusion Technique".

"This beautiful and luxurious robe is Mesur's alchemical masterpiece "Robe of Ten Thousand Laws", I believe you will be able to analyze how to use it on your own, "Pupil of Eternal Sleep" will tell you the key points of the staff of Fanoden, and with your learning ability, you will definitely be able to use it soon - so far, I, the unqualified "president", have fulfilled all my promises and completed my last struggle against "fate", and the rest of the story ...... It's your own legend, Punk Sean - the great "Whisper of Destruction"!

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