Netheril’s Brilliance

So it didn't take much effort for you to kill a great and powerful deity of renown?

Well, yes, but there is another cunning guy who ran away. He used an ancient scroll with the Kalari Extreme Escape sun-flashing spell. Catch up.

It's good to be able to kill one. The gods are weak and easy to defeat. They even have to travel together to dare to come to the sea of ​​​​chaos. The god of justice, Tyr, has already lost his due as a professional. It’s their prudence and reverence that give you such an easy opportunity, but if they stay in the Kingdom of God and don’t come out, it’s hard to deal with them.”

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What is this? Preaching? I don't want to be complacent just because I solved a worthless waste.

Even if it's preaching, give me some time to preach. After all, I really don't have much time. Speaking of it...you are really a guy who is destined to be unfeminine.

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In the silent chaos, the handsome boy in black robe and the beautiful girl in gorgeous jewel robe looked at each other and talked calmly. They were as casual and relaxed as old friends discussing the weather, with no emotion in their words There is also no scheming and conspiracy confrontation.

It's just that compared to the boy who has been focusing on the slender light blue wand in the girl's hand, the girl with slightly trembling fingertips seems to be in a much more complicated mood.

There is no doubt that the handsome young man in the void at this moment is the Whisper of Destruction who found the ultimate goal after 300,000 years of searching, and the beautiful girl with a complex expression was naturally found, or has always been. Waiting for President Franthal who was found by Whispers of Destruction.

It must be admitted that the dialogue between these two Yaori professionals was quite awkward. After all, the guild leader whose soul fluctuations are very unstable seems to be likely to lose consciousness at any time, while the spellcaster who is standing on the side is in perfect condition. I can hardly bear the bloody murderous intent in my eyes!

This is the sea of ​​chaos, how lonely and lonely it is here.

If there are no accidents...you will die today, Your Excellency President, I have completed the research on Piknut's Soul Fusion Technique, and now I am going to use the Sai'an's Soul Fusion Technique that I personally improved Soul devouring technique harvest your soul!

So that's the case, I know.

Quietly, a smaller but more solid Nanaan's Matte Black Box has silently appeared beside Frantal. The cold eyes can't stop the ruthless magic.

But even so, even in such a desperate situation, the expression of the President still didn't change at all. She just looked at the gloomy and cold powerful spellcaster in front of her very calmly, and then quietly took off her clothes. The gemstone robe and storage ring on his body, while putting them together with the staff in his hand in the stagnant chaos around him.

One by one, neat and clean.

There was no resistance or questioning, there was... just an endless deepness as if death was at home.

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My adoptive father...that is, the second President Molaige of the Alliance of the Silent - Qingchen handed me this powerful Staff of Fano Alden before he died, and he asked me to promise that no matter what the future experience You can never succumb to fate, you must do your best to fight against fate to the end... I have been fulfilling my promise, and I have never let go even if I stepped into the realm of the shining sun.

But now... I'm about to die, Mister Methul's powerful attack destroyed my soul, and Tiamat's attack even destroyed its last hope of recovery, although these two enemies were eventually defeated I killed it, but my life is like a candle in the wind. Now I can only hope, and I can only hope that you can take over my wealth, and then continue to fight against fate. At least in this way... No matter you As for the future of the genius who surpassed me, I—Frantal—Qingchen have already fulfilled the do my best in the promise.

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It’s not like confessing his last words, but more like a feeling of helplessness. Although the words spoken by the “President” to Punk sound like they have great expectations and hopes, in fact, it’s not difficult for the caster to see that at this moment Fu Lanthal was really just fulfilling her promise to the second-generation chairman, she didn't expect Punk to do anything at all.

Breaking free from fate... It's really too difficult, even Frantal, who stands at the apex of the multiverse, was not optimistic about it from the beginning.

It's really disappointing. After all, the message conveyed by the Pupil of Eternal Sleep sounds like some kind of great inheritance, but in fact this is just a promise of a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

At least Punk feels a little disappointed, after all, he has been underestimated by others.

Of course, there is no reason not to give things for free. Mage Yaori who spent a lot of time and energy to find the President was originally to plunder these wealth. Now that Frantal, who is not afraid of death, is willing to give up everything, then Whispers of Destruction will definitely accept all of them without hesitation.

It's like the vegetation enjoying the sunshine with peace of mind.

As expected of a generous Ms. Frantal, then let your soul become my power next, the soul devouring technique will increase my professional level, and I will use your fall to move to a higher level!

Be polite and unabashed.

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 memory whether the guild leader has done anything to her inheritance...

Well, well, Punk is actually a little curious about Franthal's reaction when facing death, after all... she is the third President of the Silent Alliance.

However, in fact, the cold girl didn't show any special reaction. After hearing punk's excessive request, the expressionless girl just seemed to hear the wind blowing by her ears in the fields. She nodded, and in the next second, she silently closed her eyes and released the broken soul that was full of cracks and in an increasingly unstable state.

The President did not lie, she was really on the verge of death from the unresolved and serious injuries of the Soul Fusion Technique.

This beautiful and luxurious robe is the alchemy masterpiece The Robe of Ten Thousand Laws by Methur. I believe you can analyze how to use it alone. The point is, with your learning ability, you will definitely be able to master it very quickly—so up to this point, my unqualified guild president has fulfilled all my promises and completed my last struggle against fate. The following story... is your own legend, Punk Sai'an—the great Whisper of Destruction crowned !