Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

Her figure was slightly hunched, and she was as small as a speck of dust in the torrent of blood and flesh poured out by her mad mother.

But no one can ignore this speck of dust.

Facing her former mother, now a mad god, Serlovi slowly straightened her back and raised her arms.

All the elves were looking at her, as if waiting for something.

So she waved her arms calmly.

"The time for disobedience has come."

she says.

That heavy voice rang in the ears of every elf.

Then, suddenly, tiny lights appeared in the darkness, like stars.

The faint light tore through the thick fog, almost illuminating the huge hole. They intertwined with each other, creating a torrent of magic.

All the elves attacked at the same time.

The dazzling beam of light bombarded the mad mother's body. After the horrific explosion, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the mad mother let out a sharp and piercing scream.

He was wounded.

But the pain made him even crazier.

He broke free from the plant roots that supplied him with energy, and his huge body fell to the ground. The flesh and blood attached to the wreckage of the starship began to wriggle and struggle violently, actively eliminating the necrotic parts, and the missing organs regenerated in the blink of an eye.

His injuries were healed.

But He still roared.

Perhaps for Him, the resentment of being betrayed by His children far outweighed the pain of physical damage.

Then He suddenly raised His head.

The mad mother issued a silent call.

Blurry ripples swept across the entire cavity, and then, Lacele was shocked to find that the figure of Fuvenna, who was standing next to her and Charles, began to become blurry.

"How is this going?"

She asked subconsciously.

Fuvenna, who was originally looking at her crazy mother, turned around after hearing this, lowered her head, and looked at her hands which were gradually becoming transparent.

With a hint of regret and sadness, she whispered:

"Mother...is calling us."

Then, she raised her head again and looked at the witch and the hero.

Her expression was calm, as if she had already prepared to die happily. So, full of trust, she whispered:

"The rest is up to you two."

A glimmer of light flashed by.

Fuvenna disappeared.

All the elves disappeared as well.

In the huge hole, only Charles, Laciel... and the elves' mad mother were left.

It seemed that no one could stop Him.

The attacks of the elves could only cause Him minor injuries that could be recovered quickly, and He Himself possessed both mysterious and scientific natures. The forbidden magic that had always been effective in Charles' battles probably could not cause Him much harm.

And Rachel's power will only be weaker than Charles'.

Perhaps only the White Tower can contend with such a monster?

So, naturally, Lacie thought of escaping.

Neither she nor Charles could deal with the Mad Mother, but Bai Ta could. Before the Mad Mother noticed them, she took out her wand and planned to use the warp spell to take Charles away from here temporarily.

But just when she was about to remind Charles to turn off the forbidden spell, she found that Charles had already grasped the holy sword tightly in his hand.

He looked at his crazy mother with an extremely calm expression.

Rachel suddenly had an absurd idea -

"Are you going to rush up and fight that thing?"

She felt that Ciel was the kind of person who could do such a stupid thing.

The feeling of uneasiness quickly grew and intensified. Rachel couldn't help but come to Charles and grab the man's hand.

"let's go!"

she says.

But the man shook his head.

"Please go."

He replied.

Lacey was stunned and couldn't help but scold:

"Are you crazy? You don't want to... want to deal with the crazy mistress of the elves?"

The man said nothing.

He simply took off his coat slowly and threw it casually into the thick fog, then lowered his head, fumbled around, and took out a handkerchief from his inner garment.

Lacele felt that the handkerchief looked familiar, but she couldn't care less at this moment. She had to find a way to take Charles away.

So she said:

"There's no way the two of us can handle that guy. Why don't we go get some help? You're just..."

She wanted to say that Charles was seeking his own death, but before she could finish her words, Charles interrupted her softly.

"It's not the two of us..." The man gently wrapped the handkerchief around his left wrist, tied a very strong knot, then raised his head and looked at Lacier, "It's just me."

His voice was low, but there was only inexplicable relief in his iron-gray eyes.

It was like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Rachel couldn't understand:

"What do you mean? Do you want me to leave? You want to stay here alone and deal with that guy?"

"Ah."

"Why? You should understand that this is just courting death. You simply can't do it..."

Charles interrupted Lacie again.

He asked a strange question out of the blue:

"There is no magic in the world that can revive the dead, right?"

Lacey was stunned.

She didn't understand what Charles meant by this.

And Charles continued softly:

"Before I went to the Sea of ​​Forest to find you, I also went to the White Tower. I even met the Lord of the White Tower. But she told me that there is no magic in the world that can revive the dead."

"I was almost in despair at that time, but later, a friend told me that you might have a way to help me revive Lacier, so I came to you."

"But you..."

At this point, the man shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"But you actually can't revive Lacier. The reason you helped me is because you wanted to use the name of reviving Lacier to collect the precious materials you needed, right?"

Lacey was stunned.

How is that possible, she thought, of course I can be resurrected...

No.

She suddenly realized that what Ciel said was correct.

She did not have the ability to resurrect the dead. The reason why she could guarantee to Charles that she could resurrect Rachel was simply because Rachel was not dead at all.

The reason why she helped Charles was, just as Charles said, she wanted to collect the materials she needed under the name of the Resurrection Priest.

Lacele suddenly didn't know how to continue facing Charles. She didn't even dare to look into his eyes again.

Naturally, Charles misunderstood her attitude as a sign of guilt.

But Charles did not blame Laceline.

"You don't have to feel guilty," he said, "because I never resented you."

"If I hadn't accidentally destroyed your magic circle, and if I had been able to pay compensation, you wouldn't have deceived me like this. I was wrong first, so I don't blame you."

His voice was sincere and warm, just like the beautiful memories he had left for Rachel.

Then Lacie suddenly felt that her heart was being tightened.

She suddenly had a very bad premonition, which became stronger and stronger, forcing her to produce an emotion called fear.

Driven by fear, she raised her head sharply and confessed to Charles:

"Sorry! I shouldn't have lied to you!"

But Charles still shook his head:

"You are not wrong, and even if you are wrong, I will not resent you at all."

Lacie suddenly didn't know what to say.

She stood there like a wooden person with a clumsy heart and a dumb tongue, but she was obviously always eloquent.

Perhaps something almost overwhelmed her.

Self-blame, regret, and guilt.

But these emotions had not yet been completely intensified - until Charles picked up the holy sword again and said to her:

"I have to go now."

It was like a bolt from the blue.

Rachel said subconsciously:

"do not go!"

But Charles had already passed her.

Lacie clenched the wand in her hand so tightly that her knuckles turned bluish white. Then she turned around, sniffed, closed her eyes, and shouted to Ciel who was still moving forward:

"Do you really want to die?!"

Charles stopped walking.

Rachel almost thought he was going to regret it—but then she heard Charles say to her:

"I miss her."

She was stunned.

And Charles lowered his head, cast down his eyes, and raised his left hand.

A bright, warm light slowly lit up from the palm of his hand.

The man stared at the light in his hand in a trance and smiled:

"You know, I miss her all the time."

"So... I'm going to go find her."

Lacele felt that the smile on Charles' face looked familiar.