You are all my wings!

She couldn't quite describe her feelings; she might even have a hint of anticipation. However, she absolutely refused to admit that she never wanted to become like Castiglione.

[Molly's affection level +2%, current affection level 56%]

"Oh, right."

Lyon said, "There's something I forgot to tell you. When you just passed out, you sweated a lot between your legs, which got all over my hands. I suggest you change your clothes, because keeping that area stuffy for too long can be extremely bad for your physical and mental health, especially since your underwear is quite thick."

"I must say, you smell quite nice. It's different from Castiglione and Britta. It smells a bit like peach. I like it."

Mollypee: "..."

[Molly's affection level +4%, current affection level 60%]

How could someone as great as an epic be so unable to control themselves?

Or is it the influence of that dream?

Or is it a consequence of things getting out of control?

"By the way, do you know why being cooped up for too long is bad for your physical and mental health?"

Lyon laughed:

"Because my [Spirit Miracle] magic allows me to feel the wondrous rhythm of the essence of life, I know that the stronger a person is, the more their body is affected by a single movement. By using underwear made of materials with special properties to suffocate yourself, you are also suffocating your own mind, creating a flaw in your soul. This is the root cause of why a genius like you has not been able to become a demigod in one fell swoop, and your speed is twenty or thirty years slower than Castiga, and you probably haven't even found the opportunity for that breakthrough yet."

Mouripet was stunned.

She actually found some truth in what Leon said.

But she quickly realized what she meant and said:

"But... isn't it normal that Lady Castigatti has higher talent than me and advances to the next level faster?"

"At first, I also thought that your talent was inferior to Castiglione's."

Lyon said, "However, after observing you for a while, I have found that your talent is at least no less than hers, and you have taken on important responsibilities in the Church at a younger age than her, and have received more of the blessings and protection of the goddess Astalia than she has."

Molly frowned slightly: "But..."

Lyon laughed:

"If your mental strength is good, you should be able to discover some things hidden here that you would never have thought of."

Mouripet pursed her lips, then slowly extended her hand and brought it to her nose.

Her expression quickly changed.

Chapter 462

Mouripe sniffed the scent of sweat on her hands and couldn't help but ask:

"Why does this smell so strange?"

First of all, as Lyon said, it does indeed smell like peaches.

But beneath this flavor lies a more subtle aroma, clearly containing something strange.

The scent made Mouripet feel slightly dizzy, and her heart was filled with ripples.

[Molly's affection level +4%, current affection level 64%]

"So, do you understand what this is now?"

Lyon asked with a smile.

"I roughly understand," said Mollypei dejectedly. "But how can this thing have such a strong effect?"

Lyon said, "Because you have an extremely special physique, and you've kept that part of yourself hidden for so many years, which has led to even more complex changes."

Mouripe's constitution is pure and spotless, which is slightly different from Castiglione's flawless and spotless constitution. Britta is the one with the most complete flawless, pure and spotless constitution.

In addition, she has one more physical attribute than Castiglione and Britta.

This is something Lyon gradually realized after spending several hours in close proximity with her.

That is, once she has engaged in strenuous activity, she will emit an aphrodisiac body odor similar to Slaanesh's.

Moreover, this physique becomes more pronounced as one's rank increases.

However, since her debut, she has always been in a dominant position and has never encountered such a difficult situation as today, so she was unaware that she had this kind of abnormality.

Upon hearing this, Morrigley no longer wanted to think about it. She forcibly shifted her attention, feigning confusion:

"I just habitually wear thick-soled pants, what does that have to do with whether it's stuffy or not?"

"For ordinary people, there is an impact, but it's not significant."

Lyon stares at Moriarty:

"But you are of epic level, and even a casual personal item is made of special materials. The Saintess's Binding is only to prevent you from making mistakes at crucial moments, but it does not prevent you from having unnecessary desires. However, by forcibly suppressing your physiological instincts with such an item, you will only cause certain emotions that can be naturally released in daily life to accumulate deeper, like a mountain torrent. The longer it goes on, the more violent the flood will be. In addition, your special physique will amplify this thing."

Mouripe was somewhat moved, but facing Leon at this moment, she didn't want to be exposed like that; it would be too shameful.

Besides, it's such a dark and solitary environment right now!

Meanwhile, she still heard Leon continue speaking:

"The dual suppression of physical and mental forces will catalyze your mental vulnerabilities! That's why you broke down so quickly under that eerie divine power, and it's something you've tried so hard to avoid thinking about for many years, understand?"

"I... I roughly understand, but what should I do? Should I start using lightweight and breathable ones now?"

As she spoke, her face flushed slightly. Why had she asked Leon that kind of question?

[Molly's affection level +2%, current affection level 66%]

"Otherwise, are you really going to keep it all bottled up inside? If you want to become a god, you'd better face this challenge head-on."

Lyon said:

“This is a calamity that you, Castiglione, and Britta all need to face. The more you are physically capable, the more you need to confront this kind of problem.”

Mouripet fell into deep thought.

After a moment, she said:

"I will consider it carefully."

"It's not enough to just consider it carefully; you'd better take action."

After Leon finished speaking, he went to study the sacred murals. He had already told Moripe the method of study.

Mouripet's eyes flickered as she gazed at Lyon's retreating figure, her mind filled with a myriad of emotions.

She felt she had begun to understand why Castiglione had changed so drastically before and after becoming a god.

Perhaps Castiglione, through the trials of becoming a god, also faced that kind of test, and ultimately chose to accept love and choose to love.

[Molly's affection level +2%, current affection level 68%]

'However, even so, how easy is it to change me so hastily?'

"Moreover, if possible, it would be best not to change anything... No, the more I think about these kinds of questions, the more likely I am to go astray. I must reverse my thinking; I can't think about it at all!"

She didn't dare to think too much and simply sat down.

It took a long time for my emotions to calm down. Following the method of enlightenment that Leon had mentioned before, I began to seek resonance with the sacred murals.

……

At this point, Leon was comprehending the magic of the three elements other than ice.

He had already accumulated legendary-level fire magic and had begun to explore epic-level fire magic.

He is currently at the King level in the Wind and Earth elements and is beginning to explore the Legendary level.

The newly added Fate Reversal mode primarily focuses on enhancing understanding of the Life element, but it also provides some bonuses to other elements.

At this moment, he activated the nine modes, and with the help of the sacred mural, he dismantled the previous magic and quickly activated the resonance of the sacred mural!

boom!!!!

Although the blessing from the sacred mural is not as powerful as the current combination of his nine modes, and its effect is not as good as before when facing high-level magic, it is still equivalent to the combination of one mode, which is still not bad.

Before long, he possessed the blessing of a sacred mural worth fifteen times more, and rapidly advanced his comprehension of various magical images.

……

At the same time.

The sacred realm.

This place is desolate and devoid of life, like a boundless desert, yet it gathers the most immense and abundant sacred energy.

Divine energy is the source of the power of countless gods.

This realm is rich in sacred energy, to the point that it can cause large-scale energy disasters, enough to deter any life form from acting recklessly here.

Only after becoming a god can one leverage the full power of authority to move the sacred realm and enter it.

Only gods could barely survive in such a terrifying environment as this divine calamity.

If their strength is slightly weaker, they might not even be able to stay permanently.

Therefore, when a god has undergone a resurrection and has not yet fully recovered his power, he cannot enter the sacred realm. Thus, after a god's resurrection, it often takes a long time for him to return to the sacred realm.

At this moment, Astalia, dressed in a simple black and white nun's habit, sat upright on a desolate rock wall, her graceful body standing straight, looking at the Holy Calamity in the far distance, which resembled a sandstorm, gazing into the distance.

She was at the height of her power, and in less than ten thousand years, she reached the twelfth rank at an astonishing speed, making her arguably the fastest person in history to advance to the twelfth rank.

However, for some reason, she felt an indescribable sense of dread today, as if it were a premonition that she was about to enter a period of premature demise.

'Strange, I clearly still have a long lifespan left, far from the point of natural death, what's going on?'

After observing the distance for a long time, she vaguely sensed something:

"It seems that some terrifying entity has been revived."

'Shall we go and take a look at the mortal realm?'

Just as they were about to set off, a streak of light suddenly flashed by in the distance.

Then, a slender goddess appeared lightly before Astalia.

The goddess was wearing a pure black pleated long dress with feather-like ribbons hanging from both ends of her shoulders.

She was the same height as Astalia, slender, with long, thin hands and feet, an oval face, and long, pure black hair tied into two ponytails on either side of her forehead, flowing down to her knees and level with the hem of her skirt.

Her features resembled those of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, with a pair of deep red eyes, a pale complexion, and a frail appearance, like a delicate willow.

However, her attire was incredibly luxurious, with a pure black color scheme and a matte finish made of divine-grade material, giving her an elegant yet alluring aura that accentuated the dangerous presence hidden beneath her delicate appearance.

"Astalia, where are you going? Aren't you going to say hello?"

"Serkassüki? You've been revived?"

Upon seeing this person, Astalia frowned. She and Serkashuki had been at odds for a long time and had been fighting each other for a long time.

This guy is an alien god, whose true form is a vampire, a kind of intelligent species that does not belong to the divine species or demons, but is born with special abilities. Its power is inclined towards disorder and evil, so it is also known as the evil god species.

However, the evil god species only existed in the era of gods and the early Eden era, and gradually became extinct in the middle period.

Incidentally, the demons also belong to the evil god species, and are known as the strongest evil god species in the era of gods.

Serkashuki is the only surviving vampire god from the middle of the Eden Era. Her lifespan is comparable to that of pure-blooded dragons. She can live for two to three hundred thousand years after her death, far exceeding the lifespan of short-lived beings who can only live for one hundred thousand years after their death.

In addition, she is very powerful and is known as the second strongest in the eleventh order of the Eden Era. The strongest is the Goddess of Life, Cheng Erheli, and the third strongest is the Goddess of Wind, Anemi.

After the Eden Era, she went a step further, becoming one of the first twelve orders of the Flood Era.

"Resurrection? I've been resurrected for a long time, I was just waiting for you to meet your end."

Serkashuki smiled, revealing a pair of sharp fangs beneath her rosy upper lip, and a dangerous glint flashed in her wine-red pupils.

"My avatar, which was sealed in the mortal realm, has been released by a mysterious force and will soon target your disciples. Are you sure you don't want to take care of them?"

Astalia frowned.

Serkashuji's demigod avatar in the mortal realm was sealed in the Auradu dungeon a thousand years ago, so it should be secure enough.

Could it be related to some terrifying entity that was just resurrected?

What is your purpose?

"My purpose?"