You are all my wings!

With the blessing of new magic, and accelerated by his special location, Kekeqi quickly accumulated to the level of a true strong sixth rank. The combination of these two factors made him comparable to a sixth-rank long-lived species.

"I'm not sure, I just feel that the dungeon seems a bit strange right now."

Mshifisu stared intently at the distant entrance tower of the underground city, a sense of unease creeping over him.

"Alright, I'll do as you say."

After hesitating for a long time, Kekeqi decided to listen to Mshifisu.

……

About half an hour later.

In a side quest on the 26th floor of the dungeon, Leon, carrying Moripert, hides in a corner and observes the battle between the two gods on the 25th floor using his detection mode.

Both the God of the Dead and Castiglione have very effective fighting styles.

After the initial intense conflict, it was clear that the commotion in the dungeon was too great and could easily create unnecessary variables, so neither side expanded the scope of the battle again.

"They're locked in a fight there, so we can't get out. It looks like we'll have to take refuge for a while."

Lyon concluded:

"Fortunately, Castiglione has just been promoted and is in her prime. It seems she can hold on for a while. We don't need to worry about her too much for now. Instead, we should worry about the two of us."

"Too."

In the shadows, Moripert's pale face was dark and her expression was obscure.

She had recovered quite a bit by now, but because she was not as efficient as Leon, she was still being carried by him.

A pair of plump buttocks still tightly gripped Lyon.

The prolonged close contact and the occasional minor crises she encountered made her more dependent on Leon.

She originally wanted to try her best not to hold anyone back, but after consuming the nutrient crystals provided by Leon on the way, her magic power stopped recovering at 30%.

As Castiglione and the divine remains fought, the eerie divine power continued to radiate outwards.

These strange divine powers had small amplitudes but a higher frequency, which neither of them could neutralize with their protective measures. They could only rely on their physical resistance to withstand them.

Therefore, Moripert had to continue relying on Leon, which made her feel extremely tormented.

She was grateful to Lyon, but she didn't want to fall for him like Castiglione did.

That was far beyond his own nature.

She just wanted to quietly cultivate herself and quietly separate herself from these matters of love and romance.

Despite her outward appearance as a powerful woman who seems to be in control of everything and always crushes the competition, Mouripet may not be as formidable as she appears.

But she knew that it was an effect she had to put on while Castiglione was away.

By nature, she knew she wasn't that strong, nor did she have the perseverance to study the alchemy of life as persistently as Castiglione.

After Castiglione was suppressed by Astalia, she had to shoulder the burden of the Papacy alone, and she could not expose the Papacy's weakness.

Therefore, she can only project a tough and ruthless image to the outside world.

Over time, she has developed the ability to manage her emotions without showing any sadness or joy, making it difficult for anyone to guess her feelings.

This helped her a lot.

Then, for the sake of the Holy See, she constantly pushed herself, and her strength continued to improve under this pressure, unknowingly making her the third epic on the continent.

Recently, Castiglione made a comeback and even successfully became a god. Although she herself did not realize it, she had actually relaxed her tense nerves.

But when she saw how deeply Castiglione was immersed in her love affair with Leon, her feelings became extremely complicated.

Because in her heart, Castiglione is still her mentor, a powerful demigod, who single-handedly brought long-term peace to the human kingdoms.

She also knew that she was actually more conservative than Castiglione's adventurous personality.

But all of these are fine.

With the steady mindset she has cultivated over the years, other people's love is just an occasional ripple on the calm lake of her heart, which will soon subside.

She firmly believed that she should continue to serve as a qualified Great Saintess until she succeeded to the position of Pope, and then wait for Britta to take over as Great Saintess. Only then could she retire gracefully, go into seclusion, and seek the opportunity to become a god.

However, she found that all of this was starting to crumble after getting close to Leon.

Her heart, which had been dormant for nearly a century, was also being constantly stirred.

Even though Castiglione was still fighting for the two of them against that mysterious divine relic, why did he start having such wild thoughts?

"After this matter is over, I must retire and devote myself entirely to cultivating to become a demigod. Even if I can't break the time loop, I must achieve demigod status as soon as possible. This way, my mind will be more stable, and I won't be disturbed by these things."

She quickly made up her mind.

Mouripe has been stuck at the pinnacle of epic status for thirty years, but she's actually just one step away from becoming a demigod.

The only obstacle to advancement is that he is not yet fully proficient in demigod-level magic, having only achieved 94% mastery.

According to her judgment, the most suitable time to advance is when you have mastered at least 99% of the skills.

Unfortunately, this final stage of progress is also the most time-sensitive.

Two years ago, she had achieved 90% control, but now the pace of progress is getting slower and slower.

This is normal; demigod-level magic has already begun to contain mysteries, and its comprehension is exceptionally difficult.

Just then, as she was pondering this, Leon had already carried her on his back and was running towards the depths of the side quest on the 26th floor.

Where do we go now?

"Since their battle can't be resolved in the short term, let's see if the sacred murals have been activated by these divine powers. If so, we can use this to improve the efficiency of our training, and even have the opportunity to absorb sacred energy to resolve the effects of losing control of our bodies."

Lyon said.

Logically speaking, this is a past timeline, and the sacred murals will not be activated by Machiru's divine magic until seventy years later.

However, nothing is absolute. Castiglione's divine power also found the remnants of the divine remains' consciousness, indicating that the sacred murals could very well be reactivated.

As for whether this will affect the future?

Since things have come to this, we can only become stronger first and solve the problem of the divine remains, and then consider how to minimize the impact.

This time, he was familiar with the route and had a clear goal. He dodged the monster horde and arrived at the 41st floor in just twenty minutes.

Unfortunately, no sacred murals were found in the valley where the false tree of wisdom was located.

"Isn't he/she here?"

Mouripe frowned.

"Perhaps they just appear in different locations."

Lyon pondered for a moment, then quickly began to divine.

"Sure enough, the location of this sacred mural changes every time it is stimulated by divine power."

He carried Moripert on his back and set off again.

Halfway there, Moripert pressed herself against Leon's back, smelling the slight sweat on his skin, and felt a strange sense of intoxication.

She couldn't help but think: 'But... having such a reliable shoulder to lean on makes things much easier. If I were facing such a dangerous situation alone, I probably couldn't handle it as effortlessly as he does.'

[Molly's affection level +4%, current affection level 52%]

Perhaps due to the strange divine power emanating from the radiation that repeatedly affected her body, she gradually felt exhausted and had no energy left to stop thinking about Leon.

She had a dream in a half-awake state, in which she finally could no longer bear the oppression of the saint's code and boldly proposed to Leon, then repeated the absurd story of Castiglione.

In the end of her dream, she even vaguely saw Leon's tall and muscular body.

'Hurry up! Why did you stop?'

Seemingly too anxious about not being able to take things further with Leon in her dream, she couldn't help but shout.

"Lady Moripert, what shall we continue?"

Moorley was startled, her mind jolted awake, and she was completely jolted awake from her half-asleep state.

'Did he hear me talking in my sleep?'

At that moment, she felt as if ants were crawling all over her body, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

How could this be? How could I be so bold in my dream?

Seems even more radical than Castiglione?

"are you OK?"

Leon's voice continued to come from ahead, steady, with a masculine, magnetic tone that was very charming.

[Molly's affection level +2%, current affection level 54%]

Hearing this voice, Moripert gradually calmed down, her expression returning to one of indifference:

"It's nothing. It's just that in my dream I seemed to be close to understanding some kind of magical secret, but I couldn't make any progress. I was getting a little anxious."

"Really? Then your mystery isn't also related to life-related things, is it?"

Perhaps it was her own suspicions that led her to believe Leon's words were a veiled reference to something else.

"No, I specialize in the killing-oriented type within the Holy lineage. If I had to say, it's related to life and death authority."

She replied calmly.

"We've arrived. I never expected the sacred murals to appear in such a hidden place."

Inside an extremely secluded side cave, a large mural is hidden beneath a thicket of vines.

With a casual whistle, Lyon created a swirling airflow that snapped the vines in two, sending them crashing to the ground as if cut by a sharp blade.

Upon seeing this, Molly was surprised:

"It's one thing to kill monsters with your strength, but how come the airflow you blow now has such strong cutting power?"

Lyon laughed:

"I used some muscle and tongue techniques. Would you like to learn them? You're not weak either. Although you can't reach my level, these techniques could be helpful if magic is ever banned."

Mouripe pondered: "You used the technique of the muscles around the mouth? That's quite interesting. When the physique is strong enough, the effect it can exert is no less than magic. But how are you going to teach that?"

She was indeed somewhat interested in Lyon's techniques.

"How else can you teach, just talk to me?"

Lyon joked.

Mollypee: "..."

Why does this guy flirt with me whenever he gets the chance?

Is it because you can't move that you're so bold?

and many more!

She suddenly realized something!

The place was becoming increasingly secluded, and it only contained himself, who was unable to move, and Leon, whose physical condition was still quite good.

In such complete darkness, he wouldn't...

Mouripet trusts Leon's character to a certain extent, but she doesn't trust his womanizing ways.

After all, there was Britta in front of her and Castiglione behind her, and both of them looked very similar to her!

In other words, it's no surprise that she was attractive to Lyon.

If he wants to take advantage of me, what's the best way for me to say it?

Thinking of this, she felt a little nervous. She kept her expression steady, but her eyes became more evasive and wary.

"Haha, just kidding. I'll demonstrate for you later. Let's see if this sacred mural can enhance our magical comprehension efficiency first."

Leon chuckled; Moriarty's reaction was quite amusing.

After getting to know her better, he found that while Molly had a tough exterior and unpredictable emotions, she reminded him quite of the model female class monitor from his previous life.

Because of the job requirements, one has to maintain a fair and impartial style towards everyone, adhere to the rules, and is also more likely to be bound by those rules.

Because they have been disciplined by rules for a long time, but are actually quite repressed inside, once their inner desires are ignited, those flames may produce tremendous explosive power.

"Okay... okay."

Moorley felt a little relieved, but she still dared not let her guard down.