Chapter 800: Chapter 412: Mortal Sin—The Death of Envy (Part 2)
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 time, he pleaded with that damned Demon King.
Lord Helmer, please save me!
At the critical moment between life and death, he chose to bow his head.
At this moment, 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 moment 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 some time, perhaps he could be resurrected.
But what he never expected was that this time, Death came not alone.
When he saw the lightning completely obliterate his flesh, at that moment, 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, remember 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 moment, 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 countrymen.
Of course, they’re not entirely blameless 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 meteors 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 merely 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 seemed 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, consumed by the five-colored light.
It was as if time 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 chimera.
Instead, quietly stepping towards death.
Ah!
Finally, I can sleep.
This time, there’s no need for me to wake up again.
But, humans, although eliminating me is simple, the enemy you’ll face next is far more troublesome 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 times always quietly pass by.
When he came to his senses, flames had consumed his village.
His family was also brought to an end along with the rampaging Evil God Cultists.
Ah.
When did things become 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 came from the Griffin Family, the same Griffin Family that produced electors and the current honorary emperor.
Moreover, the one sitting on the honorary emperor’s throne was actually, in name, 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 immense.
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 meet 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 time that he met 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 became 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 somehow 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.
Merely capturing little beggars?
No, not enough.
Why not extend their hands towards those children who were homeless in the city?
After all, dress them up, who could tell if they were real beggars or not?
The worst outcome would be to take the money and run away immediately.
Thus, on a sunny afternoon, he saw Motra being left for dead like a rag, discarded in a ditch after the testing.
At that time, he felt like he was going crazy.
If the malice of Evil God Cultists was indiscriminate, treating everyone with the same 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 moment, Envy was truly stunned.
He never imagined Motra could so keenly perceive his true identity.
Perhaps it was back when he unintentionally exposed something 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 me to come home."
