Fast Travel: After turning into an animal, the villain asked me to be his wife

The death of the Pope caused the black mist to boil instantly.

Accompanied by bursts of sharp screams, Cecil heard its voice——

[No!]

[Damn it! Useless piece of trash! !]

Cecil's eyes darkened when he thought that the black mist had slipped away from him and then inexplicably ran into the Pope's body, and had always wanted his soul.

The black magic power in his hand suddenly surged up, like a big net, directly covering the black mist that was still howling and breaking through the defense.

But there was one person who approached it faster than his magic power.

Asmon.

He was still wearing the holy white robe that belonged to the Son of God, but after two battles, even though he acted like he felt no pain, the wounds on his body could not be faked.

Most of the white holy robe had been soaked in blood, and the divine descent could not replenish his vitality. At this moment, he stood straight in front of the black fog, but his face was extremely pale.

If his chest had not been still rising and falling, Cecil would have thought that the person standing before him was a corpse.

"Asmon."

Cecil frowned and called Asmon's name.

Reason told him that there must be some connection between Asmon and the mist behind him, but everything before him seemed absurd to him.

The god descended, and the one that descended was the half of the God of Light. How could it be related to something that looked like a dark creature at first glance?

The howling of the black fog stopped.

Just as Cecil was about to continue, he saw the black mist actually rushed directly into Asmon's body.

He originally guessed that this divine descent might have something to do with the black fog, and now he is even more certain.

Cecil took a step back cautiously, looking at Asmon who frowned unconsciously because of the black mist entering his body, and suddenly felt a little sympathy for him.

He could sense that Asmon and the Pope were not of the same kind. A person who was willing to die for others would not do such a thing.

Asmon was more like a victim who was pushed out.

Or the kind that is kept in the dark.

"Everything was planned perfectly, why..."

Asmon's voice, filled with resentment and unwillingness, suddenly sounded from his throat.

He raised his head and looked at Cecil in front of him.

"Why are you so lucky?"

The holy sword gathered in his palm again, and he raised his hand slightly, and the sword pointed directly at Cecil.

The aura on Asmon's body turned evil the moment he was enveloped by the black mist.

Cecil hadn't figured out the trick yet, so he looked up at him and said, "Good luck?"

He even thought Asmon's words were a little ridiculous: "I am indeed very lucky. I have done nothing wrong, but I was regarded as a sin the moment I was born."

"But what you said is true. My greatest luck is meeting... the master."

When talking about "Master", a hint of tenderness appeared in Cecil's eyes.

But that bit of tenderness only showed a crack and was hidden by Cecil. When he saw the holy sword, there was no fear in his eyes, only confusion.

"I'm curious, why do you want my soul so much?"

"Curious? No, you don't need to be curious. All you need to do is give your soul to me."

Asmon didn't want to answer this question. With a flash of holy light in his hand, he wanted to take action directly.

Even though Asmon's body is almost unable to hold on, it is obvious that... he still thinks killing Cecil is not difficult.

"His soul is mine."

A silver-white light flashed, and Yu Zhen stood beside Cecil.

She squinted her eyes and looked up and down at Asmon, replaying everything that had just happened in her mind. The black fog's defense breaking and choice obviously made the guess in her mind clearer.

"I had forgotten about you. If it weren't for you, Cecil's soul would have belonged to me long ago."

All the hatred in Asmon's eyes was poured out on Yu Zhen.

Yu Zhen didn't seem to care about the murderous look in his eyes at all, and even laughed: "What? Are you angry?"

"You had planned it so well. If Cecil would voluntarily offer up all his soul, you could easily become a god above all other gods..."

"A rat hiding in the dark is always a rat."

"Your disgusting original power makes me feel sick just by looking at it, and you even call yourself the God of Light..."

"You are a creature of darkness, but Cecil is not."

"You have done all this just to see him fall and get his pure and bright soul, right?"

"Asmon?"

"No," Yu Zhen smiled, "Or should I call you the Dark God?"

It cannot even be called a god. In a land where gods are about to fall, it can only be regarded as a fragment of God, the last bit of delusion of God.