CHAPTER 578: CHAPTER 391: ELDRITCH, THE GOD-EATER

Elderly, the God-Eater?

Shouldn’t his title be the Deep Saint?

Lulu’s doubts vanished instantly, for Gwendolin’s half-devoured body perfectly illustrated the meaning of "God-Eater."

It was literally god-eating!

According to the existing information, as a Deep Saint, Elderly secretly developed a mania for cannibalism, and it was by constantly consuming people that he swelled his body to this state and strengthened his soul to deserve passing the Fire Transmission.

When gathering this information, people wondered why more beings like Elderly weren’t created for Fire Transmission if simply eating people could make one an Ember King.

Moreover, being the second Ember King encountered after the Fran Undead Team, Elderly seemed less valuable than the former. He had no heroic deeds worth praise, his only highlight being Fire Transmission to save the world.

Yet information hinted that even this Fire Transmission might not have been a voluntary act.

Lulu couldn’t believe someone would willingly eat people until they turned into this filthy muck.

But now she had no time to verify the plot; she only stared at Gwendolin’s body, raised into the air by the rotten flesh, her pupils wildly shaking.

"If this situation gets out, it will agitate a lot of people..."

She instinctively wanted to take out her Image Stone to capture the scene, but felt it might be disrespectful to photograph a god’s tragic state. However, the Image Stone sewn into her clothes automatically recorded everything.

Before today, Lulu could never have imagined a god like Gwendolin meeting such an end.

People speculated on the fate of the Shadow Sun, thinking she might engage in Fire Transmission, dissolve over time, be hibernating and slowly awakening, or perhaps even be killed by an Undead Man who stole her soul.

So what did it mean for Gwendolin to be eaten by Elderly?

And half of him was still uneaten!

Goodness, for him and Pope Shalivan to take down a god together, what incredible power!

At this moment, even the thought of fleeing crossed Lulu’s mind. She wasn’t the Dark Moon Sword and wasn’t as emotionally invested in the Dungeon story as some people were; she didn’t plan revenge for Gwendolin, thinking of escape first when facing certain defeat.

The Phantom of Pope Shalivan alone was formidable enough, and now there’s an Elderly who can even gnaw a god...

No, the Deep Saint here couldn’t be the real him, likely weaker than his true self?

Long ago, when the Ember King Fran Undead Team appeared, people speculated that these named bosses in the Sain Dungeon might not be their true selves because, after defeating a boss, an image of a certain Ash or Undead Man battling and defeating the "genuine article" would emerge.

Hence, people now think bosses like the Fran Undead Team and Overlord Vonier might be like residual shadows left by past strong warriors.

With this in mind, she was even more curious about the true end of Gwendolin and Elderly. Oh, if only the Ash who defeated Overlord could come and save them.

Returning to the current battle, the Hero Elsa beside her seemed to have activated her Burst Seed, unleashing a mysterious power; perhaps, maybe, they could win?

At this moment, Lulu, who was always watching Gwendolin’s remains, suddenly noticed something.

The opponent’s parched lips moved slightly as if muttering something, and it seemed to mean...

"Leave"?

The image suddenly ended at this moment; a surge of heat exploded nearby, bringing Lulu back to the present. Realizing there was still a humanoid Fire Element beside her, she quickly jumped aside, pondering how to calm Elsa, who was evidently not in her normal state.

The simplest way to calm her would probably be to kill Elderly, but...

Looking towards the center of the hall, a boundless pile of rotten flesh had formed into a mountain-like existence, which in aggregation was Elderly, with Gwendolin’s remains pinned to the summit, overlooking everything midway in the air.

Even her body was manipulated, slowly drawing the Dark Moon Longbow, an arrow of dark magic power gathering on it.

"Boom!"

A heatwave erupted; Elsa leaped high, bringing her greatsword down heavily on the body at the apex!

"Die!"

"Buzz—"

A vexing buzzing sound rang out; her attack failed to hit the enemy’s true form. A semi-transparent dark Protective Shield separated her from Elderly.

The greatsword’s size suddenly guaranteed it was initially like a door panel, still usable by a person, but now the blade leapt to ten meters, a full ten meters of a flame-wreathed greatsword!

The dark Protective Shield flickered, seemingly cracking yet swiftly repairing; the charge of the Dark Moon Longbow was interrupted. Controlled Gwendolin, no, directly to be named Elderly, pulled a long Magic Wand out from the corrupt flesh, directing an Attack Magic towards Elsa at close range.

The sound of the explosion roared as Elsa landed, while the enemy once again drew the Dark Moon Longbow to charge.

"Gus, calm down—"