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“Say it.”
“Don’t be afraid.”
Shelley’s white teeth, in the eyes of Shiallia and the dying Siamorphe… were so savage and terrifying. He was like a dangerous beast, showing off in front of them.
But they did not dare to resist in the slightest, for fear of angering this seemingly harmless evil ghost.
“Not talking?”
Shelley waited for a long time. After finding that the two of them were just looking at him in terror, he shook his head with some boredom, and then he stood up and was about to turn back.
“No, she’s about to die.”
Shiallia felt the signs of life in Siamorphe’s arms dissipating. She suppressed the fear in her heart and couldn’t help but call out, “…She… Shelley.”
Siamorphe’s current situation was critical, but there were also many ways to solve it. As long as there was enough divinity and divine power to alleviate Siamorphe’s current situation, she would be able to recover on her own.
But the problem was that Shiallia did not have any extra divine power and divinity.
Shiallia’s divinity could not be cut or actively given, because she herself was a weak god with weak divine power, and her current state was also extremely weak. And the divine power she had accumulated during this period of time had all been consumed in rescuing Siamorphe. She had no spare power to help Siamorphe…
She was willing but powerless.
But she also didn’t want her only friend she had met now to die in her arms. She could only ask this man before her for help.
Shelley’s expression was very confused. He seemed not to know why he had been called. He tilted his head at Shiallia and asked, “What’s wrong? Is there something?”
Shiallia looked at Shelley’s innocent and dazed expression with grievance. She gritted her silver teeth and just glared at him with some anger.
Shelley felt that his one-man show was not so interesting, so he dispelled his disguise and walked to the front of the two of them again.
“Well, what do you want me to do?”
“Save her? Or…”
Shelley sniffed the bloody smell in the air, licked his lips, and said playfully, “Give her a quick death?”
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“Ugh, ugh… cough, cough…”
The extremely tragic Siamorphe struggled for a moment, wanting to say something but not making a sound. She was too weak.
Once she fell in the Time of Troubles, the end would be the same as in the Blood War… that is, a complete fall. No god wanted to face this tragic situation.
“It seems you have something to say?”
A faint light shone from Shelley’s fingertip. He gently tapped Siamorphe’s forehead.
“Hah… cough, cough…”
The wound on Siamorphe’s body was stopped. She had a chance to breathe. She was surprised for a moment, but her emotions immediately felt that something was not right…
“What’s wrong?”
Siamorphe shook her head at the concerned Shiallia, and then she looked up at Shelley silently.
“You seem to understand your current situation.”
Shelley was very satisfied with his little experiment. He revealed a happy smile and explained, “You guessed right. You’re not really recovering now…”
“You’re just staying undead.”
This was the ability Shelley had obtained from his divine portfolio: [Undead].
Generally speaking, a god who had obtained this divine portfolio would interpret the “undead” divine portfolio as an undead person or an undead creature. Therefore, they were all masters of controlling negative energy and had the ability to control undead creatures. They were a member of the death pantheon.
And Shelley had taken a different path. He had explained this divine portfolio from another aspect…
“Resisting death.”
Any way and method to avoid death could be recognized by Shelley. And this explanation was very meaningful to life. As long as Shelley wanted, he could even use this divine portfolio as a springboard to dabble in the life divine portfolio.
It was hard to say which of these two directions of explanation was better. It could only be said that both sides had their own advantages and disadvantages. One was very strong in the range of group killing, while the other was in saving the lives of others.
[I have to say, you are a true genius.]
Even with Chelsea’s knowledge, she had not expected that “undead,” this divine portfolio that was regarded as a necromancy system, could actually have this kind of explanation.
“Hmm, after all, I’m the one you’ve taken a fancy to.”
[Heehee…]
Chelsea disappeared after a light laugh. She had not yet recovered from the previous battle… The battle of the spiritual body had given Shelley countless inspirations, especially when your opponent had a lot of knowledge and you could summon any item you had seen… even with Chelsea’s knowledge, in the end, she had cursed him as a pervert.
That was a long-lost, hearty release for Shelley.
Truly, one book satisfied.
Of course, Shelley’s current divine portfolio ability was, at best, only an intermediate divine power. And even because of his lack of proficiency, this level had to be discounted. Perhaps the peak of a weak divine power was Shelley’s current level.
But with this, it was still easy to treat a weak goddess.
But… why should Shelley save her?
“Don’t just look at me. You seem to have something to say to me.”
His eyes did not have the usual indifferent smile. The gaze he directed at Siamorphe was full of coldness.
This time, he was not acting. He really felt that it didn’t matter if the noble goddess before him died.
“I didn’t attack you for the sake of the Triad, and I even treated you with courtesy.”
“You need divine power, I provide you with a place, and I organize a salon banquet for you to restore your divine power.”
“You want safety, I provide you with a safe shelter, and no one can harm you.”
Shelley thought that he had done his utmost.
“I’m not without warning you. The current situation is just your own fault.”
Shelley was not a country bumpkin mortal hero who had never seen a goddess. He had just broken free from the embrace of two goddesses not long ago. And even every one of his lovers, in Shelley’s eyes, was much better than these so-called goddesses.
There was nothing wrong with them. What they lacked now was just time.
If Siamorphe’s attitude could not satisfy him… even if Shiallia offered herself to him at this time and was willing to offer herself to him, Shelley would not change his mind. He was not some humble, groveling lackey.
A disobedient, weak goddess… if she died, she died.
He felt from the bottom of his heart… that it didn’t matter.
Overwhelmed by Shelley’s aura, Shiallia clearly felt that Shelley’s strength had become even more terrifying. Compared to the last meeting a few days ago, the feeling Shelley gave her was even more unfathomable.
She closed her mouth, and did not say the last sentence. She let go of the Siamorphe in her arms and walked to the side with a sound of blood.
This matter, she didn’t want to get involved in it anymore.
Shelley was right. He and he had already done their utmost.
No matter what the result was, Shiallia would no longer interfere.
Standing weakly in place, Siamorphe was silent for a moment, and then she said, “I…”
