A dark place.

At this moment, the sky is covered with dark clouds and the gloomy sky seems to make people breathless.

Lancelot rushed into the temple holding the girl, where the god of death who had been waiting for a long time was.

"Lord Dark God..."

The God of Death saluted.

But Lancelot didn't care about all this. He had been using his divine power to maintain the girl's life. However, the girl's breathing was very weak and was gradually weakening.

He placed her carefully as if she were a treasure, then turned to the God of Death and said, "Erase her name."

Every human being's lifeline is controlled by the God of Death. Once it is erased, it means that the person will never be reincarnated again.

There are pros and cons. For a period of time after being erased, one will not die no matter what within the original lifespan. However, once the lifespan is exceeded, if the body is not damaged, then one will not age and die. However, if the body is damaged in the future, it cannot be salvaged.

Fei Wan was injured by the power of light, and Lancelot has no way to heal her now, so he can only use this method to temporarily maintain her life.

The God of Death sighed, hesitated for a moment, and finally said:

"Lord Dark God, without her name, I can't find her lifeline."

In a way, it is...

It is impossible to reincarnate until it is too late.

Lancelot could not save her life.

Lancelot clenched his fists, his expression gloomy.

Even though I know that the God of Death cannot make mistakes,

But he still placed his hope on that extremely small possibility.

"Look for it again...it's impossible not to find it."

The God of Death bowed and apologized: "Lord God of Darkness, I have already looked for you. Perhaps you can go to... the God of Life in the Light faction."

"The Light Camp..."

Lancelot murmured. He used to be extremely disgusted with the gods of the light camp, but now he turned and left without any hesitation.

As if sensing something, Lancelot paused.

A familiar yet extremely disgusting voice came from outside the hall.

"I can help you find the God of Life."

Lancelot raised his eyes,

The annoying figure appeared at the door.

The God of Death did not want Lancelot to be deceived by appearances, so he spoke in time:

"Lord Dark God, the gods of our camp were attacked by the forces of light not long ago..."

The God of Death lowered his eyes and stated this fact.

The power of light?

Considering the injuries Fei Wan suffered, Lancelot blamed all the blame on the God of Light.

He originally wanted to play fair...

The one who is stirring up trouble now is the God of Light.

The so-called kindness is nothing but a joke.

Lancelot gritted his teeth: "You don't have to be so hypocritical now, I thought..."

He wanted to say the following words, but considering his identity as the God of Light, he did not reveal the secret in the end.

"Not me."

The God of Light stepped into the hall, his voice steady and resolute.

"And I won't hurt her."

Lancelot was disdainful. He raised his eyes to meet the eyes of the God of Light, and was slightly stunned when he saw the blood color in his pupils.

"You...what's wrong?"

No one had expected that the God of Light would become a Fallen Angel.

"I only punished those who deserved punishment. This was the fate of the Light Faction, and I will take responsibility."

The God of Light did not care about his growing tendency to fall into deification, but instead looked at the girl lying quietly behind Lancelot, his eyes softening.

Lancelot half believed it, but when he noticed the mood of the God of Light, he became alert.

Fortunately, the God of Light did not touch her, but only covered the girl with a faint light.

After the light faded, the girl's face was no longer as pale as a piece of thin paper, but had a little more vitality.

"She was injured by my divine power. I can only keep her alive temporarily. Next... I will go find the God of Life."

Lancelot refused.

"You don't have to go. I can go by myself."

However, the next words of the God of Light left Lancelot unable to refute.

"The God of Life will not follow you."

Lancelot laughed at himself, "Yes, I was born to be hated by others, unlike the light that is loved by everyone."

He backed off and only made one request:

"I only want the God of Life. You don't have to come again."

To Lancelot's surprise, the God of Light agreed.