You are all my wings!

But at that moment, her eyes flickered slightly, her narrow eyes arched slightly, and she turned to look out of the valley.

Then a slender figure slowly broke through the holy light seal left by Mouripe outside the valley and strolled over.

She wore a pure black pleated long dress with feather-like ribbons hanging from her shoulders, and two long, thin pigtails hanging down on either side of her forehead. She looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, with youthful features that carried a hint of devilish nobility.

Especially those deep red eyes, which seemed to hide a hint of malice, sending chills down one's spine.

When Mouripe saw her, her expression turned serious.

The person before them exuded a terrifying aura of someone at the peak of demigod level, and was extremely similar to a divine abomination, overflowing with evil energy, clearly indicating that the newcomer was not benevolent.

"You are Astalia's disciple? This aura of holiness is very strong."

Serkas smiled.

Beneath his thin lips, a pair of sharp, white canine teeth were visible.

Moripe narrowed her eyes. Could this be an evil god who came to cause trouble for the goddess Astalia?

"So what?"

"That would be best. My main body has already stopped Astalia. Now that you have no backing, I can give you a choice: become my bloodline familiar. That way, I won't kill you and your lover. How about it?"

Ontology?

Blood relatives?

A thought flashed through Moriper's mind as she recalled the legends surrounding the person before her: "Are you Serkashuki, the vampire sealed away by the goddess Astalia over a thousand years ago?"

She knew about Serkashuki because Astalia had performed miracles from time to time since the founding of the sect, blessing people in various places, subduing monsters and evil superhumans, and these deeds were recorded in the sect's history.

During the tens of thousands of years since the establishment of this religion, it has naturally killed many well-known monsters and powerful figures.

The only one in the last few thousand years that could not be killed and could only be sealed away was the demigod Serkashuji.

But judging from what this person said, her true form actually had the power to stop Astalia?

It should be noted that Astalia in this timeline was at her peak, a true 12th-tier powerhouse, not yet in her decline phase.

Moorlipe was slightly startled. If what this person said was true, could it be that the person in front of her was the one who caused the fall of the goddess Astalia and forced her to be revived in the future with the help of Britta?

But the timing is wrong. Logically speaking, Astalia in this timeline should have fallen more than 30 years from now!

But thinking about it carefully, Astalia should have been very strong a thousand years ago, so there's no reason why she couldn't kill Serkashuki.

The reason why she could only be sealed away was probably because Serkashuki herself was special enough.

It seems that her sudden appearance may be related to the awakening of this divine remains.

Upon thinking of this, Mouripet became more serious.

Serkashuji looked surprised upon hearing this, then laughed: "Hehehe, I didn't expect anyone to still remember my name. It seems I left quite an impression on your Holy See back then."

With her laughter, the rich aura of sacred energy around them was dispelled, and an endless aura of darkness surged in, sending chills down one's spine.

"Speaking of which, you should be the Pope, right? The Pope, sneaking around meeting a man, and even promoting him to a higher rank as a protector? I can smell a stench of sluts in your mouth."

Serkass, completely at ease, commented on Moripe with a condescending air, her pink nose even twitching slightly:

"Tsk, although it has a pungent smell, it's not that pungent. Instead, it has a holy smell and a peach scent. I like it. I'm really looking forward to you saintesses breaking your vows. I haven't seen one in many years. This time, I've only been unsealed for a short time and I've already met a saintesse who has broken her vows. It's rare, really rare."

Mouripet's expression remained indifferent, revealing her usual expression of neither joy nor sorrow:

"So what? Have you finished speaking?"

"Your rank is not bad, but you are not qualified to speak to me like this."

Serkashuki's smile faded, and she casually waved her hand.

boom!!!!

The surging power of the gods crashed down.

Mouripe remained expressionless as a membrane of holy light appeared around her, simultaneously enveloping Leon, who sat within the ascension magic circle.

"Tsk, you're quite attentive to your little sweetheart."

Serkashuki's smile remained unchanged, but her divine power suddenly increased by a significant level.

At the same time, the shadowy power of the Shadow Authority also descended, lightly seeping into the seemingly flawless Holy Light Shield as if it were ink, and was about to strike Moripe inside the shield.

Instead of continuing to defend, Moripert unleashed magic, the demigod-level Holy Pillar!

Suddenly, within the dimly lit 42nd floor, a dazzling white light, like the sun descending upon the world, shone brightly in all directions.

At the same time, a magnificent holy pillar formed from the dome, crashing down in an instant, illuminating Serkashuki's slender figure.

With a swift movement, Moripert stepped in front of Leon, creating an even denser protective shield.

boom!!!!!

Serkashuki was caught off guard and struck by the holy pillar, yet she did not escape!

As the sacred pillar fell, the hard ground around it exploded simultaneously, turning into a super-giant dust storm that scattered in all directions, with the aftershocks instantly spreading over a thousand kilometers.

This move is so powerful and magnificent that it is extremely famous within the Holy See, capable of instantly killing any monster of the same level.

But compared to this earth-shattering event, the situation seems to be the opposite.

As the smoke and dust were driven away by the divine power and dissipated quickly, and Serkashuki's slender body emerged unharmed, Moripe's heart sank to the bottom.

The difference is surprisingly large.

It must be said that this Serkashuji is indeed worthy of being an avatar of a twelfth-order god; the power of her authority is clearly much stronger than that of an ordinary demigod's rudimentary authority.

After being promoted to demigod, one will go through several stages of advancement.

One is to comprehend the mysteries; those who comprehend three or fewer mysteries are considered preliminary demigods.

By comprehending the six mysteries, one can appropriately condense the rudiments of authority and possess the power of authority to a certain extent; this stage is that of a senior demigod.

By comprehending more than ten perfectly matched secrets, one can condense authority.

If one condenses the mystery into a self-consistent authority in advance, but the accomplishments are still slightly insufficient, the demigod's hymn cannot be sublimated, and therefore one cannot be promoted. Or, conversely, if the demigod's hymn is sublimated in advance, but the authority is still lacking, then such a person can be called a peak demigod.

Above the peak demigod level, those who possess the means to threaten gods can be called apostles, and Castiglione and Feherrotija are at this level.

Of course, reaching the Apostle level is not a necessary process; after reaching the peak of demigod status, one can become a god if certain conditions are met.

However, this era is suppressed by the ascension to godhood, so any demigod who has the potential to become a god must have the strength of an apostle.

Mollypee had accumulated enough experience and gained a good amount of knowledge during her ascension to godhood, comprehending several more mysteries. Now, upon advancing to the next level, she possesses the strength of a seasoned demigod.

But even now, facing Serkashuki, she still felt immense pressure.

'This so-called clone possesses at least Apostle-level combat power.'

'What should we do? Although Leon's advancement is complete, he obviously hasn't fully digested it yet. We can't move around recklessly now; if we do, his soul might be disturbed, causing problems!'

'Fine, let's fight with all our might! We'll stall until Leon finishes digesting, then seize the opportunity to send him away using teleportation magic!'

Mouripe's eyes flashed, and the surging power after her advancement erupted in full.

She had made up her mind.

……

Half an hour ago.

The 22th floor of the underground city.

"Kekeqi, where did you go?"

Mshifisu's face was gloomy as he leaped around, constantly searching for Ketchum's figure.

The owner had instructed him to take good care of his sister.

Several hours earlier, because they couldn't find Moripe, the two had planned to temporarily give up on going to the dungeon and instead inquire about information in the capital first.

The two of them found a hotel to spend the night in.

When Mshfisu got up in the middle of the night, he discovered that Kekeqi had suddenly disappeared.

Remembering that Zafki had been saying that something was calling to her, M'Shifisu's heart sank: "This strange spacetime, with its repeated cycles, could there be some other strange entity trying to lure Zafki away?"

Perhaps this call is a good thing, but Mshifisu, who has walked on the edge of darkness for many years, never believed that any powerful being would suddenly be willing to offer any benefits.

To her, this call was most likely some sweet bait.

So she rushed to the underground city, using her keen sense of smell to search for any traces left by Kekeqi.

She is now a seventh-tier expert and a Wind Thief, so her speed is naturally very fast.

After traveling at high speed, we soon arrived at the 22nd floor of the underground city.

The closer they got to this point, the worse the atmosphere became.

There was even a strange divine power in the air, comparable to the divine power of the forest apostle before, but even more bizarre, constantly penetrating through, causing Mshifisu's body to tremble continuously, and the pressure was at its maximum.

Fortunately, after she advanced to the seventh rank, she could transform her body into wind, which relieved her of much pressure.

Even so, she felt she could not go any further; if she continued, she would most likely be crushed by the eerie aftershocks of divine power.

'I've been to this dungeon many times before, so why is it like this this time? Could it be related to Zafki?'

M'shifisu gritted her teeth, increased her magic consumption, and continued to transform into the form of wind as she searched for the lower levels.

At the same time, on the 25th floor of the dungeon, in a desolate area far from the central waterfall.

Castiglione hovered in mid-air, frowning as she looked at the divine remains in front of her. In her hand, she was holding the collar of a cute girl with silver-white hair.

The girl's eyes were closed and her face was pale.

Seconds ago, the girl was teleported here by a dazzling light and landed in the hands of the divine remains.

Castiglione temporarily halted her attack after seeing passersby intruding, which was also related to her several hours of continuous combat.

If Leon hadn't activated her deep reversal mode, which was still within the time limit and greatly enhanced the effect of her life authority during the battle, she might not have been able to withstand the attacks of the divine remains for so long.

Even so, her situation became increasingly difficult, and her breathing became somewhat unstable.

Coincidentally, at the same time that Castiglione stopped attacking, the god also stopped making a move, seemingly examining the girl in his hands.

'Could this girl be the time-traveling girl that Shenhai mentioned before? Her hair color is quite sparse, very similar to Leon's... Wait, Shenhai said before that Leon's fate was connected to hers, could this girl be Leon's relative?'

Castiglione naturally didn't recognize the person in front of her as Kekeqi, but she keenly sensed that this girl was likely related.

"Sir, you kept me from leaving, but now you've suddenly stopped. Is this girl what you called 'fate' before?"

She asked a probing question.

"container."

The divine remains said calmly:

"She is the vessel of 'life'."

As she spoke, she placed her palm on Kekeqi's head, grabbed it with her five fingers, and then pulled.

Then, a phantom, fragmented soul was slowly pulled out.

Castiglione's expression changed slightly upon seeing the soul.

Because she sensed an extremely strong power of spacetime from this soul.

Moreover, the appearance of this soul is clearly different from that of the cute girl!

Immediately afterwards, the phantom of the divine remains grinned, opened its mouth, and swallowed the broken soul.

Then she casually tossed Kekeqi's body to the ground.

Castiglione's eyes flickered slightly, and with a flick of her divine power, she pulled Kerkechi to her side before she fell to the ground, catching her with one hand.

I checked her breathing; she seemed to be doing alright.

The demigod seemed unconcerned about Castiglione taking C'estbon, and let out a long, pleasant sigh:

"Finally...it's complete."

boom!!!!!!

In an instant, the entire underground city erupted in turmoil, as if a towering giant were about to break free from beneath the earth.

Countless divine powers emerged from all parts of the underground city, surging into the phantom of the divine remains, making her even more solid.

Her long, snow-white hair fluttered in the wind, her features were exceptionally delicate and beautiful, her eyes were bright and sparkling, her eyelashes were white and fine like frost, and her skin was crystal white and almost transparent, like pure and translucent ice and snow.

She has a slender figure, but is about 1.9 meters tall. When her eyes flash, she is full of majesty, like an ice goddess.