Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"Wuhu~ It's flying! It's flying!!!"

They originally thought that Eslot would be injured by the Moon Goddess's attack, but to Davino and Bohemian's surprise, not only was he not injured, but he also showed an expression of enjoyment on his face and said some inexplicable things.

"This guy is really crazy!"

Bohemian sighed, and Davino remained silent, though his nod betrayed his true thoughts.

Clearly, he shared the same view as the other party.

"Let's go. That guy stole half of my world's origin matter before. Even though we imprisoned him together in the Western Continent for so many years, his strength didn't decrease. Instead, it increased. Now, it's probably difficult for Celidwin to deal with him by herself. Let's work together to stabilize the situation first."

The old man-looking Davino stroked his white beard and spoke. He looked at Eslot, who was constantly fighting with the moon goddess in the distant sky, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Bohemian, however, did not notice this scene and nodded in agreement after hearing his words.

The two transformed into streaks of light and flew towards the battlefield in the distant sky.

In that instant, they joined the battle.

Seeing this, Eslot showed no fear or tension whatsoever; instead, his expression grew increasingly manic as he repeatedly shouted, "Interesting! This is so interesting!"

Even as his injuries worsened and his body, which resembled a nebula and was becoming increasingly illusory, remained unchanged, his sickly appearance did not alter his features.

Seeing this, Osdor, who was defending against the attack from Erosdna not far away, knew that if he didn't rush over to help, he would have to endure the siege of four beings of the same level after Eslot was captured.

By then, his plan will probably be impossible to realize.

The smile that had been on his face vanished, replaced by a grave expression. He was getting anxious.

"We need to find a way to lure this thing away first."

He kept thinking of ways to break the deadlock, and his movements became increasingly ruthless. He even started trading blows with Elosdena on the other side.

Just then, Osdor noticed the figures that had been active around the battlefield.

Sensing the familiar aura emanating from her, a thought flashed through his mind. He glanced at the woman who was beating up Eslot with a playful look, and a strange smile returned to his lips.

The moon goddess, who was unleashing her pent-up anger not far away, seemed to have noticed his gaze and frowned as she looked in their direction.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air.

Selidwin noticed Osdor's provocative gaze and the unpleasant expression on his face:

"What does this guy want to do?"

She was somewhat puzzled by the look in his eyes, her hands paused slightly, and she kept thinking about what other tricks he might have up his sleeve.

Just then, the middle-aged man shouted loudly at the black-robed figure in front of him:

"Erosdna, I was actually joking with you before. You didn't take it seriously, did you? You don't really think that Selidewyn would be interested in me if she didn't like you, do you?"

Upon hearing this, the suffering man, Elosdna, immediately stopped what he was doing. His previously bloodshot eyes instantly regained their clarity, and he looked expectantly at the person before him, asking excitedly:

"You... what you're saying, is it true?"

This scene stunned Davino and Bohemian, who were fighting Eslot not far away. They first looked at Erosdna, who was waiting to be fed like a dog, with disbelief and disdain.

Then, with wary glances, they subtly swept their eyes over Selidwin, whose face was now frosty, each silently cursing in their hearts:

"Looks like I really need to stay away from this woman from now on..."

After all, nobody wants to be trained like a dog—especially since they are gods, arguably among the most powerful beings in the world, aside from a handful of other beings of equal status.

But now, seeing Elosdna's "miserable state," they couldn't help but have some doubts.

"Of course it's true, but just because I didn't touch her doesn't mean she won't find other men. For example..."

The moon goddess, Seridwin, noticed Osdor's gaze and immediately understood his cunning scheme. Her expression changed abruptly.

"Osdor, how dare you!"

"Heh, what wouldn't I dare to do? You did it yourself, and now you don't even want others to talk about it? Mr. Elosdna, look where that 'River of Eternal Sleep' you gave to Ms. Seridwin is now?"

Upon hearing this, Elosdena immediately seemed to realize something, and his expression turned grim.

Using what little reason he had left, he manipulated his mental energy to scan the battlefield. Before long, he noticed Ron, who was "borrowing a mission ring from his classmates." Ron's eyes, which had previously returned to normal, were now bloodshot, and boundless rage consumed the last vestiges of reason in his mind.

"Pretty boy!!!"

Loud shouts echoed across the battlefield.

Ron, who was collecting the quest rings as Adele had instructed him to do, suddenly froze.

He felt as if he were being watched by some kind of wild beast. He couldn't move a single part of his body. His mental energy was running wildly in his mind, and his body was trembling constantly. He wanted to know what was happening, but he simply couldn't move at all.

Until the word "pretty boy" rang in his ears, his mind went blank for a moment, and then his consciousness gradually returned, and he regained control of his body.

Only then did he turn around and see what had happened.

In the distance, a massive figure clad in a tattered black robe and wreathed in jet-black flames charged toward him from the horizon.

Like a shooting star streaking across the sky, before he could even get a good look, the guy was already standing in front of him, looking down at him with those blood-red eyes, his face blazing with barely suppressed rage.

Ron was stared at so intently that he didn't dare to move.

Although he didn't know exactly what was happening, he had a feeling that if he made the slightest move, he would be crushed to death by the other party.

"Enough, Elosdna, can't you be a little more rational? You were swayed by a single sentence from Osdor. I think you're getting more and more senile."

"Seledwin, you know perfectly well how important the River of Eternal Sleep is to you, yet you still handed it over to this damned ant. Did he deceive you with lies? Or do you have some leverage over him? Just tell me, and I'll make him return it to you immediately, and then atone with his death."