"No matter how many times you try, it’ll be the same. I have great confidence in my own Essence of Life. You follow the Elf Evolution path, which is fine in your own domain, but when it comes to the Tentacle Monster, it’s like facing a natural enemy. Even if you try a hundred more times, you won’t win against me." Wayne sincerely spoke the harsh truth, disregarding the fiery eyes of Galle, and continued, "Focus on knowledge. Your physical body is no match for me. Perhaps your thinking and Magic might earn you a point. Hmm... with the blessing of the Authority of God’s Domain, you’re still at an advantage." "Stop underestimating people. Even if I don’t use the authority of the Divine Nation..." Galle, in a moment of anger, almost fell for the trick. She glared at Wayne, "Sly man, it’s no wonder Idinis fancies you, your hearts are equally dark." Wayne didn’t deny Galle’s assessment, giving a thumbs up, "We yearn for what we lack, which is why I like the optimistic and kind sun." Galle punched shamelessly, causing zero harm to the enemy but injuring herself greatly, leaving her chest aching with anger. Ignoring Wayne’s words, she was determined to restore her Essence of Life’s dignity, revealing the pure and noble Sun Elf Form. Galle’s height rose to two meters, her limbs proportionately enlarged, her golden hair flowing in the golden light. Her pure and noble face was immaculate, possessing an extraordinary and elegant aura, combining the mystery of the Elf with the brightness of the sun, endowing this female form with a transcendent grace. The Holy Light shimmered, radiating divine brilliance, breathtakingly beautiful. "Again, this time I’ll definitely knock you flat!" Galle curled her fingers, ruining her image as soon as she spoke. Wayne was quite speechless, his body flickered, limbs squirmed, rising to two-point-two meters, and he suggested, "My Goddess, you’re beautiful when you’re quiet. Promise me, don’t speak with that mouth." Chapters fırst released on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚫𝙣𝙚𝙩 "You too, shut your filthy mouth!" Wayne successfully tugged at Galle’s heartstrings, inflaming her anger. Her eyes burned red, fingers forming a blade, and in a flash, she stabbed toward Wayne’s chest. With a tearing sound, the skin ruptured, slender fingers pierced through Wayne’s chest, breaking through from the back. Galle’s half arm embedded in Wayne’s chest, unable to retrieve it for a moment due to the squirming and restraint of the froth, she leaned slightly back and slammed her head against Wayne’s chin. The froth scattered, and Galle’s entire body merged into Wayne’s, her face enveloped by the writhing froth, a substantial amount seeping into her mouth and nose. Imagining Wayne’s dreadful Corruption ability, Galle was alarmed, her body burst with golden light fury, shattering the shapeless froth human, she retreated to put some distance between them. Galle spat out a large mouthful, wiped away froth from the corner of her mouth, confirming she hadn’t been polluted, feeling both relieved and infuriated. Who are you looking down on, why not go all out! The froth gathered in midair, squirming and transforming into Wayne’s shape, his hair sleek, black suit spotless. Facing Galle’s angry gaze, he smiled faintly, summoning the last bit of froth back to complete the missing parts of his body. The last bit of froth was the spit-out ones, slipping up the suit pants, halting in the philtrum area. Weaver was silent, Aroman was silent, Galle was also silent. Coming back to her senses, Galle staggered, her entire elf demeanor crumbled, knowing Wayne purposefully provoked her, yet still disgusted. Her crimson eyes turned murderous, no longer obsessed with regaining dignity for the Elf’s Essence of Life. With a low shout from Galle, blinding beams surged from the mountain crevices, light cascades reversed upwards, intense flames turning the entire third layer to ashes. Simultaneously, the sky overflowed with seven-colored spectrum, connecting endless beams below, concentrating all of the Sun God Nation’s authority on the third layer. Above was the light, below the flames, the Fire Element restless, the golden-red world seemed to be on the surface of the sun. No, the intense high temperature distortive enough to warp space was clearly the sun’s core. The Sun Elf transformed by Galle stood in mid-air, the Sacred Arsenal behind her dizzied open with waves, first a gleaming red-gold greatsword, then an awe-inspiring Golden Chariot. Dense golden beams bombarded Wayne’s position furiously, preventing his escape or self-collapse, Galle sealed the space around him, making him take every single attack head-on. Golden beams pressed Wayne down into the fiery sea below, flame hurricanes and waves erupted shockingly, the golden ocean exploding with endless light, erupting with deafening roars. A full minute later, the Sacred Arms returned, donned on Galle, the Sun Elf clad in Golden Armor, holding a spear and shield, standing on the Chariot. Her exquisite face shrouded by a murderous aura, golden eyes overlooking with divine might, faintly a great sun rose behind her, transforming into an infinitely tall goddess silhouette. The surging divine might seemingly materialized, pressing down, repeatedly slicing, devastating Wayne’s fallen area to pieces, delivering a destructive blow on the spatial level. Indeed, when not speaking, the Sun Goddess is truly beautiful. The sea of flames parted, Wayne emerged from the magma, most of his body melted by the high temperature, his form quite anthropomorphic. Seeing he was about to speak, Galle’s eyes surged with golden brilliance, two golden rays shot forth, vaporizing his entire shameless head. Galle stood atop the Sun Chariot, driving it downwards like a meteor, its speed so swift it was uncatchable, bring ten thousand rays of light to dry Wayne’s body entirely.