The "Plague Box" was completely unharmed, so she still had the presence of mind to stand there in a daze, shocked by Punk's Bright Moon-tier class level. But Diteben, who had endured three thousand years of soul-searing agony beside her, could not wait any longer. His eyes were bloodshot and his voice hoarse; this Legendary Warlock only wanted to find someone to save his life as soon as possible.
Upon seeing a powerful Bright Moon spellcaster arrive, Mr. "Thunderstorm," who had been plagued by misfortune from beginning to end, must have felt the joy of finding a way out of certain death. After all, being stripped of all power and unable to move was truly unbearable.
Thus, before Keishanoa could even finish her polite greeting, the muddleheaded Diteben, whose speech had already become slurred, forced himself to stand and said to Punk:
"Respected... respected Bright Moon Mage, sir, I am one of the Legendary members of The Executors, the Level Twenty-Four Legendary Warlock 'Thunderstorm' Diteben-Akama. A Morningstar priest of the Pantheon... and three weak divine-power gods of the Pantheon launched a despicable attack upon the 'Heminido' plane where I lived. Although I barely escaped with my life, I was severely injured. With Ms. Plague Box's surgery, I have temporarily stopped my wounds from worsening, but my soul's self-healing ability has completely failed. I need your help, urgently..."
Having succinctly said everything he wanted to say in one breath, "Thunderstorm" began panting heavily. The next moment, he swayed and slumped beside a stone pillar in the temporary camp like a frail young master who had just run five thousand meters without stopping.
It seemed that although this fellow claimed he had successfully prevented his wounds from worsening, his injuries had actually grown considerably more severe during those three thousand years of