Phil Gray ignored the prompt that the proverb had been completed and ran anxiously to Eli, asking, "How did it go?"
"Tsk, don't worry, only flowers and beautiful women are worth cherishing. Now, enjoy these beautiful golden butterfly flowers... They should, they should wither soon..."
Eli's gaze drifted into the distance, the sounds around him grew fainter, and the shadows finally descended.
“No, how can the hero who saved our city die like this, Bishop? Is there any way?” Melody asked sadly as she watched his life force grow weaker and weaker.
“The Flower of Life!” Phil Gray and Bishop Morris said at the same time.
“Back then, a pope of the Church of Life exhausted his divine power and life force to save his people, and the God of Life therefore bestowed upon him the Flower of Life…” Morris explained.
“Yes, the Church of Life still owes him a Flower of Life…” Phil Gray looked at Bishop Morris with some anxiety, “Is there any way to get the Church of Life to send a Flower of Life as soon as possible?”
“I’ll try to contact Steven…” Morris replied. He tried to contact Steven with paper cranes, but even if he did, how could he get the Flower of Life in such a short time?
Eli's life force continued to weaken, and Melody took out some life-replenishing medicine from the space stone, but it had no effect.
“We’ll take him to find him, and if that doesn’t work, we’ll go to the Eastern Continent…” Phil Gray couldn’t bear to see his partner die in front of him like this.
But before he could finish speaking, the last breath of his life vanished.
"No!"
Everyone present was filled with grief, but at that moment, their hearts, which should have been silent, suddenly began to beat violently again. However, Eli no longer had the vibrant life force he usually possessed; instead, he was filled with an aura of death.
The dissipated divine power rose again and again, even surpassing its original level in an instant.
Everyone stared in disbelief as Eli opened his eyes, only to find his pupils had turned pure black. Phil Gray, however, could sense that the divine power flowing within Eli was now of the same origin as his own.
That is the power of the god of death!
How could someone who was favored by the god of life suddenly become favored by the god of death?
"Why are you looking at me like that? Huh? How come I'm still alive?" Eli's face was unusually pale, but he could feel his heart beating in his chest, strong and powerful, not like a soul separated from its body.
"My God! This is unbelievable!"
"Could this be the descent of a god? This is truly a miracle!"
Everyone except Phil Gray was shouting in shock.
Eli stood up, feeling an unprecedented sense of comfort, like a wanderer who had been away for decades suddenly returning to his mother's embrace.
He stood there stunned for a moment amidst the gasps of the crowd, staring blankly at his pale hands.
Am I destined to die?
Phil Gray stared at him intently, his eyes filled with worry and concern.
"Alright, I'm fine now, everyone's happy!" Eli laughed. He snapped his fingers, but instead of a field of blooming roses as he had hoped, a row of palm-sized skeletons burst from the ground, swaying in various flower-like poses, looking strangely eerie.
An awkward silence ensued. Eli coughed, as if to explain something, but was interrupted by a sudden hug.
Phil Gray embraced his partner with genuine joy, feeling the thrill of having regained what he had lost, while Ernest also came over, his determined eyes filled with excitement.
"No matter what, you will always be our partner."
Phil Gray said, word by word.
Eli laughed heartily, "Of course, you should be worried that I won't want you anymore, after all, I'm at the divine level now."
Phil Gray certainly sensed it, but he suppressed his curiosity; now was not the time to explain.
His sudden transformation into a Chosen One of Death was something that only he, as a fellow Chosen One of Death, could detect; others probably hadn't noticed yet.
Whatever secrets Eli is hiding, he cannot expose them to these other people.
"Bishop...we're here!"
The clatter of hooves approached, and a man behind them shouted at the top of his lungs.
They turned around, and the leader of that group was Lord Steven.
Steven dismounted, followed by two elderly men. One wore a robe of life with a ribbon inlaid with green gemstones tied around his forehead, while the other wore a golden robe and short boots with sun patterns.
They all seem to be at the level of divine intervention.
Although they arrived quickly, they were still a step too late.
Phil Gray thought to himself, if this Elder of Life had arrived a moment earlier, Eli wouldn't have had to make that sacrifice. Although he would still be alive, he must have been very unhappy about suddenly becoming a follower of death instead of a follower of life.
Bishop Morris approached the visitor and bowed slightly:
"Elder Wilbur, Elder Aubrey."
Wilbur of the Church of Life nodded to him.
Aubrey didn't answer him, but quickly walked to Melody's side, his serious face finally softening slightly. "Miss Melody, His Holiness the Pope has received your message and expressed great concern. He specially sent me here. Are you alright?"
Melody shook her head. "I'm fine, Elder Aubrey. Lord Steven has probably already told you what happened here."
“Yes, but to me, it seems like things have returned to normal?” Aubrey’s gaze fell upon the city’s inhabitants, who appeared healthy and lively, unlike Steven’s description of them as zombies.
“Yes, His Highness the Holy Son and his friend saved this city…” Melody recounted the events in detail, then pointed behind her, “Oh right, I haven’t introduced our Holy Son to you yet… wait, where is he?”
She turned around and saw only Eli smiling innocently, Ernest silent, and Tracy and Angelo whispering to each other.
The Holy Son has long since disappeared.
"His Highness just said he was quite hungry and wanted to go find something to eat," Ernest explained earnestly, his upright demeanor lending his words a degree of credibility.
However, everyone present was completely confused, but they didn't say anything more.
Wilbur, an elder of the Church of Life, who had been observing the city's residents, walked up to Eli and frowned: "How did you do that? I don't feel you are one of my God's chosen ones."
When Eli was questioned about his identity for the first time by someone from the Church of Life, the smile in his eyes vanished completely: "Elder, this is my secret, and I cannot speak of it directly, but just a moment ago, I was indeed the most devout follower of the God of Life."
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