Lucky William

Although the God of Song's words were indeed infuriating to Devils, his main purpose was to tell his teammates that even if he died, he would merely return to his true body. They did not need to grieve for him.

Milil's teammates quickly understood what he meant and finally set their minds at ease as they went back to beating up that pope.

They still had Milil's blessings on them! If they could not kill the Archdevil, could they not even take down one of his lackeys?

After several volleys of Elven long arrows, they had finally probed out the Devil's weak point.

The battle would probably be over in a few minutes.

As for that companion who said everything except the truth, since he would not die, who cared about him?

The God of Song visibly relaxed. It was not as if he had no offensive spells; they were merely slower, and most of them were binding spells.

But as long as his teammates did not come back to throw their lives away, Milil could happily bring this journey to an end.

He had never expected to bring this avatar back. He had known from the moment he came that this was a one-way trip.

Now, what worried him most was that Shar would not even leave him a trace of memory.

If that happened, he looked regretfully toward his teammates. He would no longer remember these companions he had spent so long with.

This had nothing to do with whether he was a God. He truly wanted to preserve these beautiful memories.

But Mephistopheles was driven into a furious rage by the God of Song. Anger nearly turned him into a man of fire as he charged straight at Milil without hesitation. Was this bastard not just hoping