Chapter 830 Good Father (10,000 words long chapter, please subscribe)


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Zuo Si looked at the desire in Adria's eyes, as if he saw himself when he was younger and his almost fanatical pursuit of knowledge and power.

After half a minute, he put little Leah down from his arms, looked up and down at this ambitious woman with a slightly scrutinizing gaze, and suddenly asked with a smile: "So what do you want to do with the knowledge and power you have gained? Or what goal and wish do you plan to achieve with them?"

moment!

Adria showed an extremely surprised expression.

Because she had always obeyed the King of Lies and never had time to think about this problem.

Yes, what is the purpose of trying so hard to gain knowledge and power? More wealth, power and a better life?

This was obviously not what she wanted.

Because once Hell occupies the Sanctuary World, all humans will be wiped out or become pawns and cannon fodder in the hands of demons to deal with the Higher Heavens.

By then, forget about illusory things like wealth, power, and a good life. It is possible that all of humanity will be demonized and eventually merge into the burning hell and become a part of it.

What was his real wish? To be worshiped as a god like the angels, demons, and the ancestors of mankind - the Nephalem?

But the Lord of Lies obviously would not give such amazing power to a human believer, and he does not have such ability. At best, he can only transform him into a high-level demon or the lord of a certain area of ​​the Burning Hell.

So after jumping out of her original world and standing at a higher level overlooking the entire sanctuary, Adria suddenly felt unprecedented confusion, and in a short period of time she couldn't even tell what the purpose of pursuing knowledge and power was.

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, right? But it doesn't matter, you can think about it slowly, and you don't have to give me an answer immediately.

In addition, I suggest that you consider knowledge and power as the ultimate goals of life.

Because when you have enough knowledge and powerful strength, whatever you want can be achieved easily.

And I am also curious about what wonderful and interesting reactions will occur when the Nephalem power in your body is awakened and combined with other magical powers."

"Take the pursuit of knowledge and power as the ultimate goal of life?"

A strange light flashed in Adria's eyes, and she nodded excitedly: "I understand! Thank you very much! Your wise guidance has opened my eyes."

"You're welcome. This is just my experience as a person who has been through it. After all, there is no need for any reason to pursue strength and surpass oneself. It can be meaningful in itself."

Zuo Si paused for a moment, then turned around and asked Jinjitaxia, who was standing beside him, "Has the technology to awaken the Nephalem bloodline matured?"

The latter answered without hesitation: "Yes, the great father of New Phyrexia.

Although this technology still has some minor problems and flaws that need to be solved, it will definitely be no problem for someone with Adria's physique.

If you need, I can arrange the surgery and ceremony for her now.

In addition to this, you can also add in some other additional bloodlines.

After all, there is already 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 cross-species hybridization across time and space."

"Oh? Are there any concrete results?"

Zuo Si raised his eyebrows with interest.

Since the world of Sanctuary had always been in the charge of his Blue Magic Judge and his large scientific research team, he had only taken the time to make a few land cards, so he was not very clear about the research projects and progress there.

“A lot.

By studying the source of angelic and demonic power, we successfully extracted the power of good and evil and bred many new species, including dragons.

It is even possible to use artificial intervention to determine the alignment of a particular creature before it is born.

Tiamat, the dragon god, was particularly fond of a subspecies named the Infernal Dragon, and took away thousands of genetically engineered dragon eggs from us at one time.

Because this kind of dragon perfectly inherits the advantages of the chromatic dragon, and its camp tends to be more evil.

If they could be bound to Tiamat, reproduce in large numbers, and be sent into the material plane, it would surely bring them unimaginable benefits.

Therefore, the evil dragon god planned to cultivate a group of believers as seeds in his own kingdom.

Of course, in return she also gave us more Dragon God's blood so that we can conduct more related research and experiments.

The Succubus Queen Mecanthut was responsible for contacting you about this matter. At that time, you were busy harvesting the Burning Legion and Titan Star Souls in Azeroth.

As for the Holy Dragon, which inherited the good qualities of the Metal Dragon, it is inferior overall because it does not have the blood of the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut.

If possible, I suggest you take it privately and make a deal with the other party.

This way, we can also make a reference for comparison.”

When talking about the research progress and results, Jinjitasha immediately became energetic, and had absolutely no concept of good and evil, morality, etc., exuding a pure curiosity about unknown things from the bottom of his heart.

"Making a deal with the Platinum Dragon King Bahamut? You really dare to think about it! Don't forget, I am the lord of the ninth layer of Baator Hell, and also the devil prince whose status is second only to Asmodeus.

What's more, I have already reached an agreement with Tiamat. Making a deal with the Platinum Dragon God would be like having the best of both worlds, which will definitely not lead to any good results.

If you really want Bahamut's blood, you might as well say hello to the God of Dragons and ask her to get some back for you next time she fights her brothers.

As for private transactions...

If you are not afraid of death, you can send someone to try. "

Zuo Si rolled his eyes in annoyance, obviously disagreeing with the suggestion.

Unlike Jinjitasha who only needs to consider the difficulties in the research field, he has a lot more things to consider.

For example, the complex political balance and game of Baator, and maintaining relationships with gods from many different camps.

You have to know that Tiamat is a member of the Baator Hell camp.

Although she has been driven down from her position as the lord of the first level, she still often personally or sends her men to participate in bloody battles to help the devils.

The Blue Devil Judge stroked his chin and muttered softly, "It's not impossible..."

“Believe me, if Bahamut knew how you created this subspecies of dragon, he would immediately and without hesitation punish you with divine punishment and tear the messenger you sent into pieces.

Unlike good gods like Tyr, the god of justice, who emphasizes procedural justice, the Platinum Dragon God is extremely extreme in both his doctrines and actions.

You could even think of it as a super-powered Lathander.

Any slightest sign of evil could trigger his wrath and attack.

Otherwise, why do you think I have never had any contact with it? Well, don't think about these useless things.

Take Adria to the central laboratory of the floating city and help her awaken the power of the Nephalem in her body."

After saying this, Zuo Si no longer paid attention to the two of them. He took Xiao Liya and activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

"As you wish, great father of New Phyrexia."

Jinjitaxia bowed deeply with one hand on his chest towards the place where the Overlord of Sparkling Oil disappeared, and then turned around and waved to Adria: "Come with me, witch. You have been recognized now and can be considered one of us. Although in my eyes, your loyalty to the master is far from enough."

"Um...can I eat something before I leave? After all, it would be a waste if the roasted lamb and the roasted fish were left here."

Adria stared at the fragrant meat on the campfire rack and swallowed involuntarily.

Due to the rampage of the Perfected Orc army, she could no longer remember the last time she had a normal meal. The only thing she remembered was that she had eaten a disgusting-smelling insect more than ten hours ago.

This is still a "delicacy" that only a very small number 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.

"No need. The floating city has the best chefs and countless delicacies to fill your stomach, and the roasted lamb and grilled fish here are not prepared for you."

After saying that, Jingitashia completely ignored the strong desire revealed in Adria's eyes and directly dragged her away from the continent of Faerun.

Not long after the two of them walked away, a portal opened out of nowhere, and a pair of orcs covered in scars walked over from the other side, sitting down on the ground panting.

"What the hell! Are you the illegitimate son of some elemental duke or prince? Why can you mobilize such powerful forces from the four elemental planes?"

The orc god of war 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 begin to doubt his life.

Especially the Hammer of Destruction, which is wrapped in lightning, flames, rocks and flowing water, is no less powerful than any exclusive weapon wielded by any god.

Even with divine power reduction, injuries are still inevitable.

If one goes all out in a life-and-death fight, this non-combat incarnation really won't be able to hold on and will collapse and disintegrate under the impact of elemental energy within a few hours at most.

Thrall casually grabbed the wine flask placed beside the campfire, tilted his head back and gulped down most of it. Then he licked his lips and smiled bitterly, "If I really was the illegitimate son of an elemental duke or prince, do you think I would be willing to participate in such a dangerous thing that could lead to falling into the abyss if I wasn't careful? I'm just a chess piece that was thrown out. I need to fight with all my might to regain my freedom."

"Damn it! Don't drink all the wine, leave some for me. And help me tear a leg of lamb."

Inav unceremoniously ordered this person who had caused him to lose face and who might even become the opponent of the main god of the new Orc pantheon in the future.

Because he knew that losing the duel meant that he would be inferior to his opponent for a long time in the future, so he planned to take this opportunity to vent his inner resentment and anger to avoid the accumulation of such emotions and affect the subsequent joint actions.

After all, Gruumsh has firmly held the position of the main god since the birth of the entire pantheon and his position has never been shaken.

All the other members trembled in fear under his tyranny. It would be a lie to say that they had no fear or psychological trauma at all.

The closer you get to the point of taking action, the stronger that chilling feeling in your spine will become.

"Here. I didn't expect that Soth would be so kind as to prepare wine and food for us."

Sal was undoubtedly a good-tempered man. As long as it did not involve principles and bottom lines, he would rarely get really angry because of attitude and verbal offenses. Without saying a word, he tore off a leg of lamb and handed it over.

Inav took it and took a big bite, sneering and retorting, "He is not being kind at all, he is clearly showing off his victory. He just threw out you as a chess piece and turned the entire Orc God system upside down. Even I have to obey his plan and arrangement."

"But at least he gave you a choice, didn't he?"

Thrall also tore off a leg of lamb and began to eat it slowly. His movements were as gentle as a human nobleman rather than a barbaric and rude orc.

This is most likely related to the aristocratic elite education he received since childhood.

The ambitious Eddras Blackmoore wanted to train him to be a true leader from the beginning, and then lead the new tribe to continue fighting with the Alliance so that he could make more money, gain greater power and higher social status.

To some extent he succeeded, but a little too successfully.

"The opportunity to choose? Hahahaha!

Are you kidding me? He didn't give me a chance to choose, but kept showing off his strength and using threats and intimidation to force me to take sides.

Young man, don't be fooled by Soth's false friendliness.

He is the second most important figure in Baator after Asmodeus. In just a few years, he has widened the gap between himself 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 makes is actually aimed at guiding the target to move in the direction he expects.

Once you do something that is even the slightest bit unacceptable or intolerable to him, all kinds of blows will follow until you return to the path he has designed for you.

Of course, compared to those mortal enemies who are really willing to kill each other, Soth usually offers a less harsh exchange condition.

But the premise is that there is no fundamental conflict of interest and I have not offended him."

Inafu expressed his understanding of Zuo Si in a tone full of sarcasm and mockery.

It has to be said that as one of the few wise men in the Orc pantheon, he was the only one who saw through the truth behind the whole thing, so he decisively chose to jump ship and change camp.

But Thrall shrugged his shoulders and said, "But none of this matters anymore, does it? We are all in the same boat now. We must work together to achieve the goal set by Thor and destroy Gruumsh and those old orc gods who are still loyal to him."

Yinafu nodded seriously: "You are right.

But this is not an easy thing to do.

Although I had openly challenged Gruumsh before, no other member of the pantheon chose to support me.

This also means that in the coming war, they will all become our enemies without exception.

So now I want to know, how much support will Soth give you?

Will he personally intervene and intervene in the coming war between the gods?"

As the last word came out of his mouth, Sal suddenly fell silent, and after about two or three minutes, he answered in an uncertain tone: "Maybe, maybe not.

Because I didn't know how important I was in this plan.

But what is certain is that he will definitely pull the main god of the pantheon down from the throne of powerful divine power, making him like the prince of lies, Xirik, who will no longer pose the slightest threat, or simply kill him and send him to the astral realm to lie dead.

So you don't need to worry at all, I'm the one who should be nervous."

"oh?

Permanently killing a god requires a huge price to pay, even for a demon with quasi-divine power like Thoth.

Are you sure that a cautious guy like him would take such a big risk? Or has he found helpers in advance to kill the gods for him at the last moment? "

There was confusion and puzzlement in Yinafu's eyes.

"Don't ask me, how could I know.

The truth is 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 just don't know it yet.

Okay, that's all for today's discussion.

I have to rush back to continue consolidating my faith and tempering my divinity. I estimate that after a while, I should be able to be officially deified after the founding of the country."

After saying this, Thrall used his recently acquired power to open a portal and teleported directly from the top of the mountain back to the city in the distance where fighting was still going on.

"Divine magic? No, that's not right. This should be a manifestation of some kind of divine power or elemental power.

I never thought he would grow to such an amazing level so quickly.

What an enviable elemental affinity.

If you can combine elements, nature and soul to become the source of all shamanic power, you will definitely become a powerful divine being in the future.

Fortunately, judging from the current situation, he should not acquire the priesthood of war and come into conflict with me.

This also means that I can gain more faith and influence from it..."

Along with muttering to himself, Inav quickly summed up the benefits that this "job hopping" could bring. A faint smile finally emerged on his scarred face, and the original resentment and anger in his heart also dissipated a lot.

After all, he was originally competing with Gruumsh and Bagchu for believers.

Especially the former who occupies the position of the main god will greatly squeeze the ecological niche, and in terms of doctrines and concepts, the entire orc society will be in a chaotic state of the survival of the fittest, which conflicts with the loyalty, bravery, discipline and wisdom that he advocates.

But now, as long as Thrall's new pantheon is established, Inavro will immediately become the only god of war.

Not only that, the war with the old orc pantheon will make his power unprecedentedly strong, and he may even be able to take his divine power to a higher level.

When he thought of the bright future after the plan succeeded, his heart was filled with excitement, and he even wanted to overthrow the corrupt rule of Gruumsh and establish a new order immediately.

At the same time, feeling threatened, Gruumsh privately sought out his former allies and the goddess of the night, Shar, who also had a grudge against Zuo Si.

As a god who likes to speak directly, he said straight to the point when he saw the latter: "I need your help! Immediately! Otherwise, once I fall, Soth will never let you go."

"Haha, it seems like you've been having a hard time with him lately, haven't you?"

I guess if the old pervert from the material world saw this scene, he would immediately go crazy and pounce on it and do some indescribable actions and behaviors.

But unfortunately, Gruumsh was not interested in this.

He even had a very strong discrimination against women, so he was not affected at all. Instead, he angrily accused: "That's all because of you! We agreed to advance and retreat together, but in the end, you all stood by and watched when my pantheon was attacked."

Shar sneered and retorted, "Who do you think is responsible for this situation? Whose incarnation was defeated and took out his anger on his allies?

You should know that Magnubiye never provoked you after the alliance was formed, but you beat him up severely in front of countless eyes.

So it was you who caused the breakdown of the alliance.

It is now impossible to find a spiritual partner to join forces.

As for the demon lords in the Abyss, they were busy fighting a civil war and had no time to spare.

Even the spider goddess Rose began to drastically reduce her activities for unknown reasons.

If you came here today hoping to restructure this alliance, I'm sorry, but I can only tell you that it's too late."

"So you plan to just watch me being constantly besieged and weakened by Soth without offering a helping hand?"

A terrifying red light flashed in Gruumsh's single eye, a clear sign of impending anger.

However, perhaps other gods would be afraid of the first "God Killer" in the history of Faerun, but the oldest dark goddess would not.

Shar slowly stood up from the black throne and warned me word by word in a very serious tone: "I advise you to control your temper and not act wildly in my kingdom, because I will not tolerate you. Most importantly, I did not say that you should stand idly by."

"You'll help me?"

Gruumsh suppressed his anger in an instant.

Because he has not forgotten that he came to seek help, not to make enemies.

"No, I won't help you directly. That won't have any effect. But I will push forward my other plan at the same time to distract Soth's attention so that he can't go all out to deal with you."

Shar expressed his plan with a smile.

Help others for free?

What a joke! She had never done anything like this since she was born. Instead, she was good at backstabbing and selling out her teammates.

In the eyes of the Goddess of Night, the current orc pantheon is a natural target that can attract all of Zuo Si's attention.

By then, I will be able to find time to give this "old enemy" a little surprise.

Gruumsh narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively, "What is the plan? Are you sure Soth will be distracted at this critical moment?"

"Don't worry, I can assure you about this. But the plan must be kept secret, even you can't know it, otherwise there will be a risk of leakage."

As always, Shar is unwilling to give even the slightest trust to any partner other than himself.

Gruumsh obviously knew this as well, and he looked the Goddess of Night up and down, as if trying to judge how credible these words were.

After a long while, he nodded reluctantly. "Okay, I hope you can keep your word. Remember, if I lose the battle, none of you who were once enemies of Soth will be able to escape. He will never let go of anyone who has threatened or offended him."

As the last word came out of his mouth, the chief god of the Orc pantheon activated the teleportation magic and returned to his own kingdom.

He didn't realize at all that while he was talking with the Goddess of Night, a figure hidden in the darkness was listening to everything.

This person is Graya, one of Zuo Si’s descendants.

"Are you sure you want to be your father's enemy?"

The Dark Prince walked out from behind the throne with a very complicated expression on his face.

"Why, are you angry?"

Shar tiptoed closer, stared at the former with infatuated and doting eyes, and stretched out her hand to gently stroke her cheek.

Graya shook his head bluntly: "No, I'm not angry, I just think you're doing useless work again. Because father will not let down his guard against an opponent like you, he will secretly prepare for any emergency."

"My dear, no one or god can be omniscient and omnipotent, and the same is true for Soth.

The reason why he gives people an invulnerable feeling is that no one has discovered his weakness yet.

But it doesn’t matter. I have plenty of time to try and find the answer slowly. One day I will make him taste the taste of failure.

Besides, you wouldn't tell him about my plan in advance, would you?"

As she spoke, Shar threw her arms around the Dark Prince's neck, acting like a little bird and acting coquettishly.

The voters and believers nearby lowered their heads when they saw this scene, as if flowers had grown on the obsidian ground.

Graya responded without hesitation: "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 keeping a close relationship with you."

"What? He actually agreed to let you be with me?"

Shar's eyes widened in disbelief, her face full of shock and surprise.

She simply couldn't imagine what was wrong with Zuo Si, as if he would allow his own offspring to associate with his enemy.

“Isn’t it incredible? Actually, I was also very confused at first.

But later I realized that my father never tried to control me from the beginning, but treated all his mentally mature children equally.

My father did not force us to follow in his footsteps, but let us explore and find a path that is more suitable for ourselves. "

As he spoke these words, the Dark Prince's tone revealed undisguised admiration.

Especially after learning how other gods and quasi-divine fathers treated their offspring, he realized more and more how rare this attitude was and how lucky he was.

Shar pondered for a moment and couldn't help but sighed: "I have to admit that Soth is indeed a good father. He is also a very magnanimous person. You know, even among the gods in the good camp, there are not many who can do what he does."

“That’s why I respect him so much.

If you don't have anything else to do, I'll be leaving now.

You know, my little sister is not an easy person to deal with.

If we let her do whatever she wants, God knows what kind of trouble will happen.”

With that, Graya was about to activate the Planeswalker Spark to head to the dark world he was creating.

"Wait! I think we still have some time to waste."

Shar pushed the Dark Prince onto her own throne with her backhand, and then pressed her whole body on it. The whole country instantly fell into an invisible mysterious darkness, and even the sound was completely blocked.

No one knew what had happened, but when everything returned to normal, Graya had disappeared. Only the Goddess of Night was sitting on the throne with a satisfied look on her face, but the black veil on her body looked a little messy.

On the other side, inside a skyscraper on the surface of the cold and dark world.

Gretel, the twin girl born to Zuo Si and Eribes, is undergoing combat training with a little blonde girl who looks about the same age as her.

To be precise, it was a one-sided beating and teasing.

As a quasi-god who controls the power of mind, death, and soul, she can easily read the thoughts, memories, and even the fleeting sparks of inspiration in mortals' subconscious.

Unless one is completely immune to this ability like a god or a god-like power, all attacks and defenses will be completely exposed and targeted before they can actually be put into action.

Fortunately, the blonde girl is also extraordinary. The black and red two-handed sword in her hand releases huge magical power every time she swings it.

If the entire building was not protected by a magic barrier, the area within a dozen kilometers around it would have turned into ruins or even a huge impact crater by now.

Needless to say, this little blonde girl is Altria, the "Aho-King" who grew up at an abnormal speed after her reincarnation.

Under the care and upbringing of the Dark Prince, she had apparently completely slid towards the dark and evil side, and had no intention of holding back when fighting.

In comparison, Gretel is much more relaxed, and even gives people a Gothic depth and elegance.

Especially the small umbrella in her hand, whenever it is opened, it can easily withstand the impact of the Sword of Promised Victory, and the sharp part of the umbrella tip can tear apart the artifact armor made of magic metal on Altria's body.

It can be said that the strength of the two sides is not on the same level at all.

For Gretel, this is just a game, but for Heida, it is a battle that requires him to do everything he can to barely hold on for a little longer.

"ah--

You're not 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 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 practice with me, it doesn't make any sense at all."

Gretel yawned arrogantly and mocked her without any hesitation.

Unlike her twin brother who likes to mess around, her biggest character trait is that she likes to mock, ridicule and satirize others. She is a typical sharp-tongued loli, and she really enjoys seeing others being furious with her and having no way to stop them.

I have to say, this is really quite bad taste.

"Asshole! I'm going to tear your mouth apart!"

The still young Altria was instantly enraged, roaring and pouring all her magic power into the Sword of Promised Victory in her hand, and then released it in one breath.

The dazzling red beam of light and the aura of destruction instantly made the faces of the believers and servants living here change drastically.

In particular, several young girls who were responsible for taking care of the two people's daily life rushed out and closed the door.

The next second...

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The moment the huge energy collided with the magic barrier, the entire building began to tremble violently, emitting a deafening roar.

Finally, one of the walls could no longer endure the day and night ravages, and a big hole was smashed into it on the spot. A red beam of light shot straight into the sky, illuminating the black sky.

There is no doubt that Altria's final attack broke through her own limits and shattered the magic barrier used to protect the building.

Fortunately, although the building's structure was damaged, no one was injured.

When the magic power was released, the people outside saw through the hole that the stubborn blonde loli had fallen to the ground exhausted and fell into a coma.

"Oh my god! That little girl actually broke the defensive barrier created by the great Dark Prince! Is she really a mortal like us?"

"Mortal? You call this monster that can destroy a city a mortal?"

"But she is not the sibling of the great dark prince after all. Miss Gretel is."

"No! I don't think that Miss Altria is a mortal. She must be transformed from some powerful creature. Otherwise, how can we explain her horns, wings and tail?"

"So she's actually a baby dragon?"

"Shhh—don't talk nonsense."

While the believers and servants were whispering, Grete walked up to them with elegant steps, grabbed one of Daimao King's horns and lifted him up from the ground. She smiled and praised him, "Well done, you have finally made some progress. But this is far from enough. You need more stimulation and training."

Before he finished speaking!

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind me.

"Are you bullying my adopted daughter again?"

“Brother…Brother?!”

Gretel shuddered immediately, turned around and saw the dark prince who brought her into this world, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes.

"Relax, I don't eat people. And I brought you a gift this time."

As he spoke, Graya pulled out a bag of soul prisms from his pocket and threw them to his sister.

"Soul? Delicious soul! Haha! I knew my brother was the best!"

Gretel showed off her special facial expression on the spot. She jumped up and hugged the Dark Prince's neck, rubbing against him like a kitten. At the same time, she opened her mouth and stuffed the soul prisms into her mouth, chewing them with a crunch, enjoying the screams of terror and painful wails of the souls before they died.

Every time she Devoured a soul, a silver glow would appear on her body.

Graya pinched the girl's nose hard and scolded with a smile: "Ha, little rascal, you will never change your gluttony in this life. By the way, I have something to inform you. Our father is about to go to war with the orc gods, do you want to join?"

"Hmm? War? Anything good in it?"

Grete's eyes rolled around as she asked back in an uncertain tone.

"It may not be for others, but for you it is not only there, but it is huge. Because the location of the war is the kingdom of God, there are countless petitioners there for you to devour."

Graya gave the answer directly without hiding anything.

"Countless petitioners?!" Grete's eyes lit up instantly, and then she nodded eagerly. "Yes! Of course I will go!"

“Hahahaha! You——”

The Dark Prince was obviously amused by his sister's unwillingness to do anything for no reason. He then put on a serious expression and warned, "Remember, this is a war between gods. Don't run too far because of greed, otherwise you may be targeted by the Lord God of the Orcs. In addition, your twin brother Hansel will most likely participate. I don't want you to lose in this competition, understand?"

"Yeah, yeah, I understand. This is related to the victory between you and my sister. I will definitely not hold you back."

Gretel gave a solemn promise.

"Very good! As long as your performance satisfies me, I will give you a gift after the end."

A look of satisfaction appeared on Graya's face.

Although one of the original twins was taken away by little Anne, Gretel's obedience and lawful tendencies undoubtedly made him very happy, and he even enjoyed being a brother.

After all, there is nothing more interesting than watching your lovely sister grow up.

Thinking of this, the Dark Prince turned his gaze to Artoria who had escaped from coma. He bent down and held her in his arms, admiring her stubborn little face. A hint of warmth gradually appeared in his originally cold pupils.

There is no doubt that in the process of raising this little guy from scratch, he began to gradually appreciate the fragmentation of life and develop compassion, even if it was 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?"

Gretel blinked and asked curiously.

Graya sneered and explained, “No, you think too much.

If he is really my offspring, how could he be so weak?

She was the Heroic Servant that I signed a contract with during my last battle with my sister, and was later forcibly cut up and taken out of the world she was in.

My father thought there was some kind of flaw in my character and suggested that I compensate for it by raising her.

It now appears that this approach is indeed effective.

At least now I no longer simply regard mortals as tools, pawns, or consumables, but I can understand their thoughts and emotions to a certain extent.

I have to say, human nature is really interesting..."

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