"Moros, you're completely insane."
"I'm not the one who's insane, Mephisto. You think you can ruin all of this? You're mistaken; you can't accomplish anything." The robe on Great Priest Moros billowed with the hot wind, and a sinister smile gradually appeared on his cold face. "Don't compare me to those who fear death. What you and they pursue means nothing to me. Haha, my goal is infinitely noble."
"Moros," the Gray Sword Saint slung the giant sword over his shoulder, his gray eyes burning with even more madness. Golden lava gushed from the ground, but he seemed oblivious—showing a grin with white, chilling teeth, staring at the Great Priest like a beast ready to devour him. "You're mistaken about one thing."
"I don't care about your goal at all. I've just come to kill you."
"No killer can escape punishment, I'm no exception, and neither are you, including the Emperor of the Cruz Empire."
