The blazing red holy sword penetrated the chest of Saint Yuchel, "Oh, oh, oh, I am...'The informer', Leviathan." Leviathan showed a sick smile. Yuchel cried, and Yuchel laughed again, "... The 'betrayer' Sal of Mammon Lu... Hahahahaha! Lucifer! You didn't lie to me! He will betray me! 'Prayer', 'Prophet', what can I do! I swear in the name of Holy Seth! After thousands of reincarnations, I will..." Leviathan pulled out the flesh without warning. With the red holy sword, Yuchel swallowed the last mouthful of holy blood in this life. He raised his head slightly and met Leviathan's cowardly and pitiful eyes, "... You will be... Cut..." Tears regarded as dirty by mortals flowed from Saint Yuchel's eyes. He closed his eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was as peaceful as if he just fell asleep...