Zuo Si stared at the desire revealed in Adelia's eyes, as if he saw himself when he was weak and his almost fanatical pursuit of knowledge and power.
After half a minute, he put down Little Leah in his arms, looked up and down at this ambitious woman with a slightly scrutinizing gaze, and suddenly asked with a smile: "What do you want to do with the acquired knowledge and power?"
What are they? Or what kind of goals and wishes do you plan to use them to achieve?"
moment!
Adelia showed an expression of extreme astonishment.
Because she had always taken orders from the King of Lies and never had time to think about this issue.
Yes, why do you try your best to gain knowledge and power?
More wealth, power and a better life?
This is obviously not what she wants.
Because once Hell occupies the world of Sanctuary, all humans will be exterminated or reduced to pawns and cannon fodder in the hands of the devil to deal with the higher-level Heaven.
When the time comes, let alone illusory things like wealth, power, and a better life, all human beings may become demons and eventually merge into the Burning Hell and become part of it.
So what is your real wish?
Do you accept worship and become gods like the Nephalem, the ancestors of angels, demons and humans?
But the King of Lies obviously will not give such amazing power to a human believer, and he does not have that ability. At best, he can only transform him into a high-level demon or a lord of a certain area of the Burning Hell.
So after jumping out of the original world and standing at a higher level overlooking the entire sanctuary, Adelia suddenly felt unprecedentedly confused. In a short period of time, she could not explain the purpose of pursuing knowledge and power.
Zuo Si undoubtedly noticed this, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his face. He stood up and walked straight to the witch, stretched out his hand to hold her chin, and said in a playful tone: "It seems that you don't know what you are really pursuing.
What it is, isn't it?
But it doesn't matter. You can think about it slowly and there is no need to reply to me immediately.
In addition, I suggest that you consider knowledge and power as the ultimate pursuit goals in life.
Because when you have enough knowledge and incomparable power, no matter what you want, you can easily achieve it.
And I am also very curious about what wonderful and interesting reactions will occur when the power of Nephalem in your body is awakened and combined with other magical powers."
"Pursue knowledge and power as the ultimate goal of life?"
A strange light flashed in Adelia's eyes, and she nodded excitedly: "I understand! Thank you very much! Your wise guidance made me enlightened."
"You're welcome, this is just the experience of someone who has been there. After all, there is no need for any reason to pursue strength and self-transcendence, it can be the meaning of it itself."
Speaking of this, Zuo Si paused deliberately, then turned around and asked Jinji Tasha who was standing aside: "Is the technology for stimulating the awakening of the Nephalem bloodline mature?"
The latter replied without thinking: "Yes, the great father of New Phyrexia.
Although this technology still has some minor troubles and flaws that need to be resolved, it is definitely no problem for Adelia's physique.
If you need it, I can arrange the surgery and ceremony for her now.
In addition, you can also add and fuse some other additional bloodlines.
After all, she already has a lot of demonic power from the Burning Hell in her body.
After repeated experiments, we found that this special energy has extremely strong plasticity and is very suitable for hybridization of species across time and space."
"Oh? Are there any specific results?"
Zuo Si raised his eyebrows with an expression of interest.
Since the world of Sanctuary has always been left to the responsibility of his Blue Demon Judge and his huge scientific research team, he only took the time to make a few land cards, so he is not very clear about the research projects and progress there.
"Much.
By studying the origins of angelic and demonic powers, we have successfully extracted the powers of good and evil and given birth to many new species, including dragons.
It is even possible to use artificial intervention to allow a specific creature to determine its alignment before birth.
The evil dragon god Tiamat was particularly fond of one of the subspecies named the Infernal Evil Dragon, and took away thousands of embryonic dragon eggs conceived through genetic technology from us at once.
Because this kind of giant dragon perfectly inherits the advantages of the chromatic dragon, and its alignment tendency is more evil.
If it can be bound to Tiamat, reproduce in large numbers and sent to the material plane, it will definitely bring unimaginable huge benefits to it.
Therefore, the evil dragon god plans to cultivate a group of believers as seeds in his kingdom.
Of course, in return, she also gave us more blood of the Dragon God to conduct more related research and experiments.
This matter was contacted by the Succubus Queen Malcanthut. At that time, you were busy harvesting the Burning Legion and Titan Souls in Azeroth.
As for the Holy Dragon, which has inherited the good characteristics of the Metal Dragon, on the contrary, it is inferior overall because it does not have the divine blood of the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut.
If possible, I suggest you use it to make a deal with the other party privately.
In this way, we can also make a reference for comparison."
As soon as he mentioned the research progress and results, Jinji Tasha immediately became energetic, and he had absolutely no concept of good, evil, morality, etc., and exuded a pure curiosity about unknown things from his bones.
“Making a deal with Platinum Dragon King Bahamut?
How dare you think!
Don't forget, I am the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, and I am also the devil prince second only to Asmodeus.
What's more, I have already reached an agreement with Tiamat, and making a deal with the Platinum Dragon God is equivalent to stepping on two boats, and it is absolutely impossible to have any good results.
If you really want Bahamut's divine blood, you might as well say hello to the Dragon God and ask her to bring some back the next time she fights her brother.
As for private transactions...
If you are not afraid of death, you can send someone to try."
Zuo Si rolled his eyes angrily, obviously disapproving of this proposal.
Unlike Jinji Tasha who only needs to consider problems in the research field, he has many things to consider.
For example, there are complex political balances and games in Baator Hell, as well as maintaining relationships with gods from many different camps.
You must know that Tiamat is a member of Baator's hell camp.
Although she has been driven down from her position as a lord on the first level, she still often participates in bloody battles herself or sends her subordinates to help the devil's side.
The blue demon judge touched his chin and whispered softly: "It's not impossible..."
"Believe me, if Bahamut knew how you created this dragon subspecies, he would immediately unleash divine punishment and tear the envoys you sent into pieces without hesitation.
Unlike Tyr, the God of Justice, who is a good god who pays attention to procedural justice, the Platinum Dragon God is very extreme in both his doctrine and behavior.
You could even think of it as a super-enhanced version of Lathander.
The slightest advance of evil can trigger his rage and attack.
Otherwise, why do you think I have never had even the slightest contact with him?
Okay, don't think about these useless things.
Take Adelia to the central laboratory of the floating city and help her awaken the power of Nephalem in her body."
After saying these words, Zuo Si ignored the two of them, took Little Leah and activated the teleportation magic and disappeared.
"As you wish, great father of New Phyrexia."
Jinji Tasha bowed deeply towards the place where the Lord of Sparkling Oil disappeared with one hand on his chest, then turned around and waved to Adelia: "Come with me, witch. You have got it now."
With recognition, you can barely be regarded as one of us. Although in my eyes, your loyalty to the master is far from enough."
"Um...can I have something to eat before I leave? After all, this roasted lamb and those roasted fish would be wasted if they were left here."
Adelia stared at the richly scented meat on the campfire shelf and swallowed involuntarily.
Due to the ravages of the Wanhua orc army, she could no longer remember the last time she had a normal meal. The only thing she remembered was that she ate a disgusting-smelling insect more than ten hours ago.
This is a "delicious food" that only a handful of elites can enjoy.
Ordinary refugees can only survive by eating the less toxic parts of dead demons and drinking some detoxifying water given by angels.
"It's not necessary. There are the best chefs and countless delicacies in the floating city to fill your stomach, and the roasted lamb and fish here are not prepared for you."
After that, Jinji Tasha completely ignored the strong desire revealed in Adelia's eyes and directly dragged her away from Faerûn.
Not long after the former two left, a portal opened out of thin air, followed by a pair of orcs with scars all over their bodies walking over from the other side, panting and sitting on the ground.
"Damn it! You can't be the illegitimate son of a certain elemental prince or prince? Why can you mobilize such powerful power in the four elemental planes?"
The Orc War God was the first to break the silence and couldn't help but raise strong questions.
Because in the duel just now, the terrifying strength displayed by the opponent made him start to doubt his life.
In particular, the Doomhammer, which is wrapped in lightning, flames, rocks and flowing water, is no less than an exclusive weapon used by any god.
Even with divine power reduction, injuries are still inevitable.
If you go all out for a life-and-death fight, this non-combat incarnation really can't withstand it, and it will collapse and disintegrate under the impact of elemental energy in a few hours at most.
Thrall casually grabbed the wine bottle placed next to the bonfire, raised his head and drank most of it. Then he licked his lips and smiled bitterly: "If it is really the illegitimate son of a certain Grand Duke or Prince of the Elements, do you think I would be willing to come?
Participating in such a dangerous thing that will lead to falling into the abyss if you are not careful? I am just a thrown chess piece, and I need to fight with all my strength to regain my freedom."
"Damn it! Don't drink all the wine, leave some for me. And help me tear a leg of lamb."
Inava's unceremonious command of this man has completely disgraced him, and may even become his opponent as the main god of the new orc pantheon in the future.
Because he knew that failure in the duel meant that he would have to be inferior to the opponent for a long time in the future, so he planned to take the opportunity to vent his inner unwillingness and anger to avoid the accumulation of such emotions and affect the subsequent joint actions.
After all, Gruumsh has firmly held the position of main god since the birth of the entire pantheon and has never been shaken.
All the other members were trembling under his lustful power. It would be absolutely false to say that there was no fear or psychological shadow at all.
The closer it gets to taking action, the more intense that chilling feeling will become.
"Here. I can't believe that Soth has been kind enough to prepare wine and food for us."
Sal is undoubtedly a good-tempered person. As long as his principles and bottom lines are not involved, he will rarely get really angry because of any offensive attitude or words. Without saying a word, he tore off a leg of lamb and handed it over.
Inava took it and immediately took a bite of it, and retorted with a sneer: "He has no good intentions here, he is clearly showing off his victory. Because he only threw you as a chess piece and destroyed the entire orcs.
The divine system has been turned upside down, and even I have to obey his plans and arrangements."
"But at least he gave you a choice, didn't he?"
Thrall also tore off a leg of mutton and began to eat it slowly, with gentle movements like a human nobleman rather than a savage and rude orc.
This is most likely related to the aristocratic elite education he received since childhood.
The ambitious Edras Blackmoore wanted to train him into a real leader from the beginning, and then lead the new tribe to continue to fight with the alliance to make more money and gain greater success.
Power and higher social status.
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"A chance to choose?
Ha ha ha ha!
are you joking?
He didn't give me a chance to choose, but kept showing off his strength and forcing me to take sides with threats and intimidation.
Young people, don't be deceived by Soth's false friendliness.
He is the number two figure in Baator Hell after Asmodeus. In just a few years, he has widened the distance between him and other veteran level lords. He is the devil among devils and the evil among evils.
Every word this guy says and every choice he gives actually induces the target to move in the direction he expects.
Once there is even the slightest bit of what you do that he cannot accept or tolerate, then all kinds of blows will follow until you return to the path he designed.
Of course, compared to those sworn enemies who really want to kill them all, Soth will usually offer a less harsh exchange condition.
But the premise is that there is no fundamental conflict of interest and you have not offended him."
Inavo expressed his knowledge of Zuo Si in a tone full of sarcasm and ridicule.
It must be said that as a rare wise man in the orc pantheon, he was the only one who saw through the truth behind the whole matter, so he decisively chose to jump ship and change camps.
But Thrall shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "But these are not important anymore, right? We are now on the same boat, and we must work together to achieve the goal set by Soth and bring Gruush
and destroy those old orc pantheons that remained loyal to him."
Inava nodded seriously: "You are right.
But this is not an easy task.
Although I have publicly challenged Gruumsh before, no other member of the pantheon chose to support me.
This also means that in the next war, they will become our enemies without exception.
So I want to know now, how strong will Soth's support be for you?
Will he personally intervene and intervene in the upcoming divine war?"
As the last word blurted out, Sal suddenly fell into silence. After about two or three minutes, he answered in an uncertain tone: "Maybe, maybe not.
Because I don't know how important I am in this plan.
But what is certain is that he will definitely pull down the main god of the pantheon from the throne of powerful divine power, and become like the prince of lies Cyric, no longer able to pose the slightest threat, or simply kill him and send him to the stars.
Corpses lying in the world.
So you don’t need to worry at all, it’s me who should really be nervous.”
"oh?
Permanently killing a god requires paying a huge price, even for a demon with god-like power like Soth.
Are you sure a cautious guy like him would take such a big risk?
Or is it that he has found helpers in advance and will kill the gods for him at the last moment?"
There was doubt and confusion in Inav's eyes.
"Don't ask me how I could know.
In fact, I don't know much more about Soth than you do.
But I know that he must have many ways to deal with gods, but you don't know it yet.
Okay, that’s it for today’s discussion.
I still have to rush back to continue to gather my faith and refine my divinity. It will probably take a while before I can officially become a god after announcing the founding of the country."
After saying this, Thrall used the power he had recently gained to open the portal and teleport directly from the top of the mountain back to the city in the distance that was still fighting.
"Magic?
No, that's not right, this should be a manifestation of some kind of divine power or elemental plane power.
I can't believe that he has grown to such an amazing extent so quickly.
What an enviable elemental affinity.
If elements, nature, and souls can be fused together to become the source of all shamanic power, then he will definitely become a powerful member of the divine power in the future.
Fortunately, judging from this posture, he should not conflict with me by obtaining the War Priesthood.
This also means that I can gain more faith and influence from it..."
Accompanied by muttering to himself, Yinavo quickly summarized the benefits that this "job-hopping" could bring. A faint smile finally appeared on his scarred face, and the original unwillingness and anger in his heart were revealed.
It also dissipated a lot.
After all, he originally competed with Gruumsh and Bagchu for followers.
Especially the former who occupies the position of the main god will greatly occupy the ecological niche, and in terms of doctrine and philosophy, the entire orc society will be in a chaotic state of the weak and the strong, which conflicts with the loyalty, bravery, discipline, and resourcefulness he advocates.
.
But now, as long as Thrall's new pantheon is established, Inavo will immediately become the only god of war.
Not only that, the war with the old orc pantheon will make his power become unprecedentedly powerful, and he is even expected to take a step further in the level of divine power.
When he thought of the bright future after the success of the plan, his heart became hot, and he even wished that he could immediately overthrow Gruumsh's decadent rule and establish a new order.
…
At the same time, Gruumsh, who felt threatened, also privately approached the allies he had joined forces with before, as well as Shar, the goddess of the night, who also had a lot of grudges with Zuo Si.
As a god who likes to be straightforward, he immediately said straight to the point when he saw the latter: "I need your help! Immediately! Immediately! Otherwise, once I fall, Soth will never let you go."
"Haha, it seems that you have been forced very hard by him recently, isn't it?"
Sitting on the black throne, Shar's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a mysterious smile. Her right leg wrapped in black stockings rested on her left leg, and her toes without shoes curled up and shook gently, giving people a kind of look.
Very frivolous, suggestive and seductive.
It is estimated that if the old men from the material world saw this scene, they would immediately rush towards him like crazy and do some indescribable actions and behaviors.
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He even had very strong discrimination against women, so he was not affected at all. Instead, he accused angrily: "That's not all thanks to you! We agreed to advance and retreat together, but in the end, I was attacked by my god.
You all stood idly by while they were attacked."
Shar sneered and retorted: "Who do you think is responsible for this situation?
Whose avatar was defeated and unleashed its wrath on its allies?
You must know that Magnubier never provoked you after the alliance was concluded, but you beat him up severely in front of countless pairs of eyes.
So it was you who caused the alliance to break up.
Nowadays, it is impossible to find the earth spirit system to join forces.
As for the demon lords in the Abyss, they are busy fighting a civil war and cannot spare any effort.
Even the spider goddess Rose began to drastically reduce her activities for unknown reasons.
If you came here today to reorganize this alliance, I'm sorry, I can only tell you that it's too late."
"So you're just going to watch me being constantly surrounded and weakened by Soth without lending a helping hand?"
Gruumsh's single eye flashed with a frightening red light, which was an obvious sign of anger.
But maybe other gods will be afraid of the first "god-killer" in the history of Faerûn, but not the oldest dark goddess.
I saw Shar slowly stood up from the black throne, and issued a warning word by word in an extremely serious tone: "I advise you to control your temper and not act wild in my kingdom, because I will not
I'll spoil you. The most important thing is, I didn't say I had to sit idly by."
"Will you help me?"
Gruumsh suppressed his anger instantly.
Because he has not forgotten that he came to ask for help, not to make enemies.
"No, I won't help you directly. It won't have any effect. But I will advance another plan of my own at the same time, thereby distracting Soth so that he can't go all out to deal with you."
Shar said her plan with a half-smile.
Help others for free?
What a joke!
She has never done anything similar since the beginning of her birth. Instead, she has done all kinds of backstabbing and betraying her teammates.
In the eyes of the Goddess of Night, the current orc pantheon is simply a natural target, able to attract all of Zuo Si's attention.
Then I can take the time to give this "old enemy" a small surprise.
Gruumsh narrowed his eyes and asked, "What is the plan? Are you sure that Soth will be distracted at such a critical moment?"
"Don't worry, I can assure you about this. However, the plan must be kept secret, even you cannot know it, otherwise there will be a risk of leaks."
Shar, as always, refused to give even the slightest bit of trust to anyone other than himself.
Gruumsh obviously knew this, and looked at the Goddess of Night up and down, as if judging how credible these words were.
After a while, he reluctantly nodded: "Okay, I hope you can do what you say. Remember, if I lose, none of you guys who were enemies of Soth will be able to escape. He will never run away."
I will not let go of those who have threatened to offend me."
With the last word blurted out, the main god of the orc pantheon activated teleportation magic and returned to his own country.
He didn't realize at all that while he was talking to the goddess of the night, there was a figure hidden in the darkness who listened to everything.
This person is Greya, one of Zuo Si's descendants.
"Are you sure you want to be an enemy of your father?"
The Prince of Darkness walked out from behind the throne, with a very complicated expression on his face.
"What, are you angry?"
Shar stood up on tiptoes and walked closer, staring at the former with adoring eyes, and stretched out her hand to gently brush her cheek.
Grea shook his head bluntly: "No, it's not really angry, I just feel that you are doing useless work again. Because my father will not let down his guard against opponents like you, and he will secretly be prepared to deal with all emergencies."
"Dear, no one or god can be omniscient and omnipotent, and the same is true of Soth.
The reason why he feels invulnerable is because no one has discovered his weakness yet.
But it doesn't matter, I have plenty of time to slowly try to find it, and one day I can make him taste the taste of failure.
Besides, you won’t reveal my plan to him in advance, right?”
Saying that, Shar put her arms around the neck of the Prince of Darkness, acting like a coquettish little bird.
The voters and believers nearby lowered their heads when they saw this scene, as if flowers were growing on the obsidian ground.
Grea responded without thinking: "I will not reveal any information about you to my father, just like I will not tell you my father's plan. Because he has never made such a request, and he doesn't even mind me talking to you.
Stay close."
"What? He actually agreed to you being with me?"
Shar's eyes widened in disbelief, her face full of shock and surprise.
She couldn't imagine what Zuo Si was doing, that he would allow his heir to associate with his enemy.
"It's incredible, isn't it?
In fact, I was very confused at first.
But later I realized that my father never tried to control me from beginning to end, but treated all mentally mature children equally.
My father does not force us to follow his footsteps, but rather allows us to explore and find a path that is more suitable for ourselves."
When saying these words, the Prince of Darkness revealed unabashed admiration in his tone.
Especially after understanding how other gods and quasi-divine fathers treated their children, he became more and more aware of how rare this attitude was and how lucky he was.
Shar pondered for a moment and couldn't help but sigh: "I have to admit that Soth is indeed a good father, and he is also a very dignified and generous person. You must know that even those gods from the good camp can achieve his level.
There aren’t many.”
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If you don't have anything else to do, I'll go back first.
You must know that my little sister is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
If she is allowed to run wild, God knows what trouble will happen."
With that said, Grea was about to activate the Planeswalker Spark and head to the dark world she was building.
"Wait! I think we still have some time to waste."
Shar pushed the Prince of Darkness onto his throne with his backhand, and then pressed him up. The entire country instantly fell into an invisible and mysterious darkness, and even the sound was completely blocked.
No one knew what exactly happened, but after everything returned to normal, Grea had disappeared. Only the Goddess of Night was sitting on the throne with a satisfied look on her face, but the black gauze on her body seemed a little messy.
…
On the other side, inside a skyscraper on the surface of a cold, dark world.
Gretel, the twin girl born to Zuo Si and Aribes, is undergoing practical training with a little blond girl who looks to be about the same age as herself.
To be precise, it was one-sided beating and teasing.
As a quasi-divine who controls the power of mind, death and soul, she can easily read mortal thoughts, memories, and even flashes of inspiration in the subconscious.
Unless one is completely immune to this ability like a god or god-like power, all attacks and defenses will be completely exposed and targeted before being put into actual action.
But fortunately, the blonde girl is also extraordinary. The black and red two-handed sword she wields will release a huge amount of magic power every time she swings it.
If the entire building was not protected by a magic barrier, it would be estimated that the surrounding area of more than ten kilometers would have been reduced to ruins, or even a huge impact crater.
You don't need to ask to know that this little blond girl is Artoria, the "King of Silly Hair" who grew up at an abnormal speed after completing her reincarnation.
Under the care and upbringing of the Prince of Darkness, she has obviously completely slipped to the dark and evil side, and has no intention of holding back when fighting.
In comparison, Gretel is much more relaxed, even giving people a gothic depth and elegance.
Especially the small umbrella in her hand, which can easily withstand the impact of the Sword of Victory every time it is opened, and the sharp part of the umbrella tip can tear Arturia's artifact armor made of magic metal.
It can be said that the strengths of both sides are not at the same level at all.
For Gretel, this is just a game and fun, but for Heidi, it is a battle that requires all his strength to survive for a while.
"ah--
Aren't you going to give up yet?
You know, I was so bored that I almost fell asleep.
With your current level, even if you practice for another thousand years or ten thousand years, you will never be able to touch the hem of my skirt.
I really don’t understand why my brother wants you to spar with me, it doesn’t make any sense at all.”
Grete yawned very arrogantly and filled her mouth with sarcasm without any hesitation.
Unlike her twin brother who likes to mess around, her biggest personality trait is that she likes to ridicule, sarcastically, and satirize others. She is a typical lolita with a poisonous tongue, and she really enjoys the way others are so angry with her that they can't do anything about it.
I have to say, this is really quite funny.
"Asshole! I'm going to tear your mouth apart!"
Artoria, who was still in her infancy, was instantly enraged. She roared and poured all her magic power into the Sword of Victory in her hand, and then released it in one breath.
The dazzling red light beam and the aura of destruction immediately changed the faces of the believers and attendants living here.
Especially the few young girls who were responsible for taking care of the two people's daily life, they rushed outside and locked the door tightly.
The next second...
boom!!!!!!!!!
The moment the huge energy collided with the magic barrier, the entire building began to tremble violently and made a deafening roar.
Finally, a wall could no longer endure such day and night ravage, and a large hole was punched out on the spot. A red light beam shot straight into the sky and illuminated the black sky.
There is no doubt that Artoria's last blow was to break through her own limits and break the magic barrier used to protect the building.
Fortunately, although the structure of the building was damaged, there were no casualties.
When the magic was released, people outside saw through the hole that the stubborn blond loli fell to the ground exhausted and fell into a coma.
"Oh my God! That little one actually broke the defensive barrier created by the great Prince of Darkness! Is she really a mortal like us?"
"Mortal? You call this kind of monster that can destroy a city a mortal?"
"But after all, she is not the sibling of the great Prince of Darkness, Miss Gretel is."
"No! I don't think Miss Artoria is a mortal. She must have been transformed into some powerful creature. Otherwise, how can we explain the horns, wings and tail on her body?"
"So she's actually a baby dragon?"
"Shh--don't talk nonsense."
…
While the believers and attendants were whispering, Grete walked up to him with graceful steps, picked up King Dumbao from the ground by one of his horns, and praised with a smile: "Well done, finally.
There has been some progress. But this is not enough. You need more stimulation and training."
The words have not yet been spoken!
A familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind.
"Are you bullying my adopted daughter again?"
"Brother...brother?!"
Grete immediately shivered on the spot, turned her head and saw the prince of darkness who had brought her to this world, with a trace of fear in her eyes.
"Relax, I don't eat people. And I brought you a gift when I came back from this trip."
With that said, Greya took out a bag of soul prisms from his pocket and threw it to his sister.
"Soul? Delicious soul! Haha! I knew my brother was the best!"
Gretel performed a unique skill on the spot. She jumped up and hugged the Dark Prince's neck, nuzzling him like a kitten. At the same time, she opened her mouth and stuffed the soul prisms into her mouth and chewed them, enjoying the soul while she was dying.
Screams of terror and wails of agony.
Every time she swallows a soul, a flash of silver will appear on her body.
Greya pinched the girl's nose hard and laughed and cursed: "Ha, little slickhead, you will never be able to change your greedy habit in this life. By the way, I have something to inform you. Our father is about to have an affair with the orc god.
A war has begun, do you want to participate?"
"Hmm? War? What's the benefit?"
Gretel's eyes were dripping and she asked in an uncertain tone.
"It may not be there for others, but for you it is not only there, but it is very big. Because the place of war is the kingdom of gods, where there are countless petitioners for you to devour."
Grea gave the answer directly without any concealment.
"Countless petitioners?!" Gretel's eyes instantly shone, and then she nodded eagerly. "Go! Of course we go!"
"Pfft hahaha! You-"
The Prince of Darkness obviously laughed at his sister's unprofitable behavior. Then he put on a serious expression and warned: "Remember, this is a battle between gods. Don't run too far because of gluttony, otherwise
You may be targeted by the orc god. In addition, your twin brother Hansel will most likely participate. I don’t want you to lose in this competition by then, do you understand?”
"Yeah, yeah, I understand. This is related to the outcome between you and your sister. I will never hold you back."
Gretel gave her assurance sworn.
"Very good! As long as your performance satisfies me, I will give you a gift after it's over."
A look of satisfaction appeared on Grea's face.
Although one of the original twins was snatched away by little Anne, Gretel's well-behaved and lawful tendencies undoubtedly pleased him very much, and he even had the pleasure of being an older brother.
After all, there is nothing more interesting than watching your lovely sister grow up.
Thinking of this, the Prince of Darkness turned his attention to Artoria, who had escaped from the coma. He bent down and held her in his arms, admiring the stubborn little face that refused to admit defeat. The originally cold pupils gradually became warmer.
There is no doubt that in the process of raising this little guy from scratch, he began to gradually appreciate the fragility of life and develop empathy, even if only a little bit.
"Hehe, dear brother, why do you pay so much attention to this girl? Is she really related to you by blood?"
Grete blinked and asked curiously.
Greia sneered and explained: "No, you are overthinking.
If he were really my son, how could he be so weak?
She was the heroic spirit servant I signed a contract with my sister during the last battle, and was later forcibly cut up and taken out of the world.
My father thought there was some flaw in my character and suggested that I make up for it by raising her.
Now it seems that this method is indeed effective.
At least now I no longer regard mortals simply as tools, chess pieces, or consumables, but rather I can somewhat understand their thoughts and emotions.
I have to say, human nature is really interesting..."