You are all my wings!

Serkashuki took a deep breath, her face showing ecstasy: "What a sweet scent! Your constitution is so holy and pure, so suitable for me. Of course, I must make you my bloodline companion."

Astalia's expression turned cold. It seemed that Serkass had come all this way because she had realized that her clone had been freed and that she had a chance of winning, so she wanted to start a divine war with her to decide the victor.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The two launched their attacks simultaneously, their magnificent divine power surging forth. With the blessing of the power of authority, they collided with a deafening roar, creating a massive rainbow-shaped wave that radiated for hundreds of thousands of kilometers. The aftershocks were so great that they even momentarily halted the divine calamity that was sweeping in from afar.

In an instant, throughout the vast and boundless sacred realm, all the other gods who were quietly absorbing sacred energy also looked up and gazed intently at the battlefield.

……

After about half a day, Leon sensed that the eerie divine power continuously transmitted to this place began to decrease in frequency.

At this time, he also successfully trained the seventh-order fire-type Heavenly Calamity Meteor to the perfect level!

This is also the advantage of the Sacred Mural; even with so many overlapping modes, it may not be as helpful as the Sacred Mural's final push when magic reaches perfection.

'It seems the sacred murals provide an additional boost to the understanding of perfect-level magic.'

With this, he would have the opportunity to perfect the other magic systems as well, and then perfectly advance all the way to the eighth rank!

I wonder how Castiglione is doing now.

He consulted the oracle and breathed a slight sigh of relief. Castiglione was still safe; she might have some injuries, but there was no immediate danger.

It's unclear whether she managed to break free from the entanglement or is still locked in a fierce battle with that divine relic.

Leon continued practicing eighth-tier fire magic. He had a solid foundation in fire magic, and at the eighth tier, he had already explored the main structure of this magic, so his efficiency was quite good.

In the blink of an eye, another half day has passed.

When he woke up again to replenish his energy, the eerie divine power had completely disappeared.

On his way here, he casually hunted down many fifth and sixth-tier monsters, using life deception in combination with alchemical magic to extract a lot of nutrient crystals.

This is sufficient to replenish the basic energy consumed during exercise, and the conversion efficiency is significantly higher.

Meanwhile, Moripert's physical condition seemed to have recovered significantly during this process, and she appeared to be able to move around again.

Coincidentally, when Leon looked at her, she also opened her eyes and looked directly at him.

Then, her cheeks turned red.

Lyon: ?

I haven't said anything yet.

Mouripet seemed unaware that she was blushing; she silently turned her head and stared at the sacred mural.

Then, with her back to Lyon, she whispered:

"You said before, I said before..."

"Before what?"

"When I leaned on your shoulder before, you said my heart rate was a beautiful number. What was that number?"

Didn't you say you didn't want to know?

"I want to know now."

"But I don't want to tell you now."

"you!"

Mollypee hardened her fist.

This guy stirred up ripples in my heart, causing me to drift off during my training, occasionally entering a state of resonance with the sacred murals, only to be quickly interrupted by my own chaotic thoughts!

Now that I want some answers, he's just keeping me in suspense!

"Why don't you want to tell me anymore?"

She tried to keep a straight face.

"Well, maybe it's because I want to see you get angry. If you turn to face me when you talk, I might consider telling you."

Lyon laughed.

"Hmph, fine, I won't tell you then."

Mouripet gave a cold laugh: "Do you think I care about such trivial matters?"

"If you really didn't care, you wouldn't even be giving a cold laugh now."

Lyon said:

"The thing I know about Moriarty is that she never lets her emotions show, and she never lets anyone see her flaws. But you now, your emotions are changing more and more than a girl in love."

Molly was startled!

When did I become so prone to speaking emotionally?

"It seems you haven't truly realized your self-isolation. You haven't really been awakened by what I just said."

Lyon said:

"You thought you survived the Saintess Code and fulfilled your duty through willpower, but actually you relied on those thick underwear to suppress your physiological functions with their special restraining properties. But you are an epic, with a strong physique, so it's obvious that you can't suppress it."

"Why was everything fine before, but now a problem has suddenly appeared?"

"Molly couldn't help but ask," she said.

"Why do you think that is? Isn't it because your mind is in turmoil?"

Lyon laughed:

"From the moment you saw Castiglione's passionate state of love, you began to doubt everything you had held onto in the past, especially when I said that it was the goddess Astalia who told me to propose to Castiglione, your heart broke."

Molly fell silent.

"Actually, cracking is not terrible, because it is a process of clearing out the impurities in your heart."

Lyon said slowly:

"The soul can be sewage polluted by a drop of ink, or it can be steel that becomes more and more resilient through repeated forging. What kind of person you become depends on how you face the impurities in your soul. If you keep running away, the result will be that the flaws will become bigger and bigger. If you continue to face them, you may fail to forge and break, but you may also be reborn from the ashes and temper your soul into true steel, isn't that right?"

Upon hearing this, Mouripet couldn't help but turn her head, her dark, glassy eyes fixed on Lyon, her expression both serene and bewildered, a complex mix of emotions.

[Molly's affection level +4%, current affection level 72%]

"Actually, I know you're right."

After a long silence, Moriarty's lips moved slightly, and then she said softly:

“I just don’t want everything I’ve done over the past few decades to be overturned, as if the Vatican I’ve upheld, the God I believe in, all that justice, righteousness, and holiness, were just a lie.”

Lyon stood up and walked toward Moripert.

Mouripe looked up at the handsome man with a mysterious air as he strolled to her side.

His eyes were calm and deep as he looked into his own, and a strange power surged within him because of that gaze.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Mollypee's mind:

'If this were before I became a saint, he would definitely be the prince from my teenage fantasies who rescued me from my family's turmoil.'

[Molly's affection level +4%, current affection level 76%]

Before becoming a saintess, she was naturally a noble lady in the Kingdom of Horxia, which is the source of the vast majority of saintesses.

Although Moripe's family was originally a marquis family, it had fallen to a viscount family after her grandfather failed to advance to the fifth rank.

Then, her father's generation suffered an even worse fate. He was exceptionally talented, but when he was advancing to the fourth rank, he was unexpectedly murdered by his brother, and his title was inherited by his uncle.

However, her uncle had been hiding the fact that he had killed his brother. On the surface, he treated his brother's children well, but in reality, he was using them as tools to make them cultivate and improve their rank so that they could marry into a powerful family.

Therefore, during her teenage years, Moripe was forced to embark on the path of cultivation under the high-pressure and terrifying training that "no matter who it is, as long as they are young, they must desperately cultivate to repay their family, and if they cannot repay, they should be stripped of everything." She was also constantly worried about her lack of power.

She was chosen by Castiglione and selected as a saintess after she revealed her talent.

After that, she regarded the Papacy as her true home, and even quietly resolved to abolish the nobility, eliminate privileges, and dedicate her life to asceticism.

These images flashed through her mind, and Molly suddenly felt herself become calm.

Yes, I have already made up my mind to do what I should do.

She waited quietly for Leon to approach.

At that moment, Leon stood in front of her and gently stroked her head.

"Those are not false."

Leon said, "You are of epic level, and you can ascend to demigod, or even god, in the future. You firmly believe that, and the world will change because of your will, won't it?"

"But I'm still a long way from that."

"Molly said."

"You're far away because you chose the longest and least effective path."

Lyon said:

"The road is not afraid of being far, but of going further and further away. As you continue to suppress your emotions, the shortcomings will become greater and greater. Not to mention that you will not be able to use your talents as you wish, you will also be unable to overcome the tribulation of becoming a god in the future. What you need to do is to face this so-called saintess constraint with a more normal mindset."

"Yes, I know, you're right."

Mouripe reached out and gently took Leon's hand, moving it to her heart.

As his body gradually recovered and he drew closer to Leon, his heartbeat gradually approached the answer.

"Actually, I'm just afraid to face it. I'm not as brave and adventurous as Castiglione, nor am I like Britta, who still has a longing for love. I'm just an ordinary person who, before my mind was mature, happened to encounter the 'Saintess Code' as a haven for the soul, and then never dared to step out of that haven for the rest of my life. An ordinary person who happened to have some talent... no, even just a strong person in terms of rank, but a weak person in terms of spirit."

She lowered her head and spoke slowly.

When her heart rate stabilized at a certain number, she suddenly smiled, a smile that blossomed and was breathtakingly beautiful.

Then, she slowly raised her head, straightening her long neck, and glanced at Leon with a smile in her eyes:

"But next, I will do as you wish and become a spiritual powerhouse. Are you ready to receive the immense power that I have suppressed for decades?"

[Molly's affection level +4%, current affection level 80%]

Chapter 463 begins! Innocent Mode!

"Oh? You can transform so quickly? Are you sure you want to?"

Leon raised an eyebrow, his hand still passively pressing against Mollypee's ample bosom.

He had thought that Mouripet would carefully consider how to resolve this shortcoming, taking it one step at a time, but he didn't expect her to take such a big step.

"determine."

Mouripet's gaze was frank: "Since you've provoked me, you have to take responsibility for getting this done. Can you really bear to watch me continue to suffer?"

"Then let me ask you, did you make this decision to become a god, or did my words just now give you a reason to act freely?"

"Leon asked."

Mollypee blinked. "Why do you ask that?"

"I want to know what you really meant by what you just said."

Leon sat down and turned to grasp Moriarty's hand:

"I apologize for saying this, but what I just said was not meant to provoke you, but to remind you."

Mouriper said thoughtfully, "So you're saying you have no feelings for me?"

Leon said, "That's not true. Of course I like you, especially since I had already thought about the scenes when we first met."

Mollypee laughed immediately: "Tell me, what were you thinking when you saw me? I remember your gaze lingered on my chest and hips for a while, didn't you? You were already hooking up with Britta at the time, yet you still dared to have feelings for me. It shows how promiscuous you are by nature."

[Molly's affection level +2%, current affection level 82%]

Leon was speechless; it seemed she still remembered what happened back then.

He then said, "It is undeniable that I am a womanizer, but I can guarantee that I will give equal and unique love to every woman I fall in love with."

Mouripe said, "That's hard to say. Who knows if you'll end up with a bunch of wives and concubines and then be unable to take care of them all?"

Lyon said, "As long as we can become gods and resolve the inevitable epochal calamity that will come in the future, these are not big problems, because we will have an endless amount of time to get through it."

"Then I'll have to look forward to that day."