But even so, a significant portion of his authority was still stripped away.
The pain that delved deep into his soul was nearly driving him mad.
It was pain that ordinary people could not endure, and even for a monstrosity of the soul like him, it was no different.
At the brink of life and death, he finally couldn’t help but wail, and this ti, he pleaded with that damned Demon King.
Lord Helr, please save !
At the critical mont between life and death, he chose to bow his head.
At this mont, he abandoned his pride, becoming a pitiful stray dog begging just to survive.
Great Sin · Greed, severed the dream of godhood brought by envy with a single stroke.
He was scared.
So much so that the mont he saw that person appear before him, he chose without hesitation to shred his own body.
The endless pieces of flesh that shot out, as long as a few remained, he was confident he could attach his soul to them, and with so ti, perhaps he could be resurrected.
But what he never expected was that this ti, Death ca not alone.
When he saw the lightning completely obliterate his flesh, at that mont, he knew he had few choices left.
...
[Location: Outside Kalina’s Line]
A group of black-robed mages gathered together.
Their expressions were solemn, looking like statues.
It wasn’t until they felt the horizon covered by a terrifying force that they finally opened their eyes.
The leader in a black robe lowered his gaze and said hoarsely:
"Everyone, rember the instructions from above, our purpose on this battlefield as necromancers is to root out the soul of the Great Sin · Envy, or at least weaken it enough for the Ense to kill it.
This is the basic price we need to pay to gain foreign aid for our two countries in the Cosmic Serpent Defense Battle.
No matter if you are from the east or the west, at least for this mont, we are all from the Monet Kingdom.
Even if you die here, you must defend the last glory of the Monet Kingdom Necromancer Corps!"
The mages remained silent, but the magic power was already entwining around the staffs in their hands.
Necromancers were never liked.
Playing with corpses and souls, they have long been misunderstood by countless countryn.
Of course, they’re not entirely blaless either.
After all, every necromancer’s curiosity about corpses was almost infinite.
So, this might be the only opportunity in most of their lives to prove themselves to the world.
To prove they have the courage to face their enemies, rather than being the disgrace of mages who play with corpses and souls as others say.
Thus, when they felt the evil body being eradicated by spanning lightning, and the endless foul souls spreading out from it, they raised their staffs without hesitation.
The ultimate mystery of the necromancers, Death Finger, was almost simultaneously released from their hands.
Attempting to hide one’s soul was of no use against these elite necromancers.
This is the absolute confidence of those who play with souls in their own abilities.
The black light intertwined like teors across the battlefield sky.
The pinnacle of death magic, with enough numbers, it can peel away the source shell of those so-called immortal souls.
The Great Sin · Envy was no exception.
He expected that the other side would target him, but never expected such a grand scale.
He was rely a Great Sin · Envy; was it necessary to mobilize almost the entire Monet Kingdom’s high-ranking necromancers just to deal with him?
But no matter how he thought, the footsteps of Death quietly approached.
He seed to hear the sound of a scythe swinging.
The immortality granted by the authority of envy began to waver under the excessive infusion of Death Finger, and then continuously disintegrated.
It was then that he felt an unimaginably terrifying power.
It was the special power known as Great Sin · Sloth.
Previously hidden in the shadows and never making a move, but when that five-colored magic light exploded on his soul, he finally...
Faced Death itself.
At a visible speed, his soul quickly withered, like a wilting flower, consud by the five-colored light.
It was as if ti leaped a millennium on his body in an instant.
Endless fatigue caused the instinct to protect his soul to completely collapse as well.
Amidst the rumbling noise.
He finally felt the peace he longed for.
No more wandering soul, becoming a living soul chira.
Instead, quietly stepping towards death.
Ah!
Finally, I can sleep.
This ti, there’s no need for to wake up again.
But, humans, although eliminating is simple, the enemy you’ll face next is far more troubleso than I am.
With such thoughts, the Great Sin · Envy.
No, Avashi Motra Griffin, finally stepped towards death.
In a haze, he recalled events from many years ago.
Back then, he was just a child and had a happy childhood.
However, beautiful tis always quietly pass by.
When he ca to his senses, flas had consud his village.
His family was also brought to an end along with the rampaging Evil God Cultists.
Ah.
When did things beco like this?
Back then, after frantically killing all the Evil God Cultists, he began his journey to distant lands.
He had once heard from his parents that his mother ca from the Griffin Family, the sa Griffin Family that produced electors and the current honorary emperor.
Moreover, the one sitting on the honorary emperor’s throne was actually, in na, his mother’s brother.
Of course, an illegitimate daughter was likely not recognized in the eyes of such people.
But as one of the few connections he had left in this world, perhaps he could only seek refuge at the Griffin Manor, seeking a chance to survive there.
Because he truly needed to rest well.
The rampant soul’s impact on the body was imnse.
After killing the Evil God Cultists, his soul was also affected.
But even then, he still harbored a deep-seated hatred for Evil God Cultists.
Yet, when he arrived at the garden of the Griffin Family, he didn’t even have the chance to et them.
No one believed the words of a little kid.
He could only choose to be a wandering beggar, struggling to survive in this city.
It was during that ti that he t his dearest friend, Motra.
Motra was different from him.
He and his sister had a place to live in the city, but their parents died early.
Children without parental protection would have to face society’s malice early on.
He knew this.
By chance, he saved Motra’s sister.
With this as a turning point, his relationship with Motra and his sister beca close.
He once again felt the warmth akin to family from others after a long absence.
Until one late night.
A group of human traffickers sohow got wind of a rumor, learning that among the beggars in the city, there was a host of a Great Sin authority.
An attack targeted at him quietly arrived.
To be precise, that group was targeting all suspicious little beggars without reservation.
Motra, his best friend, was innocently caught up in it.
Those people went crazy, offering a big reward for capturing a Great Sin bearer.
And, as is well-known, once money reaches a certain magnitude, malice skyrockets along with it.
rely capturing little beggars?
No, not enough.
Why not extend their hands towards those children who were holess in the city?
After all, dress them up, who could tell if they were real beggars or not?
The worst outco would be to take the money and run away imdiately.
Thus, on a sunny afternoon, he saw Motra being left for dead like a rag, discarded in a ditch after the testing.
At that ti, he felt like he was going crazy.
If the malice of Evil God Cultists was indiscriminate, treating everyone with the sa attitude.
Then this obvious targeting driven by profit disgusted him even more.
As he held Motra, Motra said to him:
"Avashi, well, you’re the one they’re looking for, right? I didn’t say a thing till they finished their checks."
At that mont, Envy was truly stunned.
He never imagined Motra could so keenly perceive his true identity.
Perhaps it was back when he unintentionally exposed sothing while saving Motra’s sister.
Just as he was incredibly anxious, Motra grabbed his hand, softly saying:
"Avashi, please, take care of my sister, she’s still waiting for to co ho."
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