"So, as long as that little boy isn’t attacked, Ellie and the beastmen she summoned won’t participate in this battle?" ’Night Slumber Treading Flames’ understood, "But that’s Asmodeus!

He always wins, and then..."

"He’s stalling for time too. Hill just gave me a hint." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ lazily propped his legs up on the coffee table in front, "Although Lily of the Valley slapped my face, she also tapped Gaia’s weapon and the Sea Monster battling Ambori outside."

"What does that mean?" ’Battlefield Lightening’ curiously turned his head to look at him.

"The news confirmed earlier, Gaia used something to turn that so-called Goddess of the Sea into a huge, constantly resurrecting, highly polluting monster, with the remains of his really annoying ugly son, Typhon." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ curled his lips disdainfully, "Sometimes, I really wish this company wouldn’t stick so close to the original character settings.

It’s truly disgusting.

No wonder the Eden people are becoming active in this world... Something like Gaia, who would want to flatter her!

To play a game, it’s all about killing everyone you want to kill.

Otherwise, it’s all suffering."

He bent a leg on the sofa, wrapping an arm around it: "Heh~ I always thought my bottom line was pretty low, but some things are just beyond the range of human standards."

"You know you’ve stripped them of their human status, right?" ’Perfect Bald’ glanced at him.

"Ah, how could we say those noble Eden gentlemen aren’t human?

They are all blue-blooded!" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ responded impassively. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Still, they’re not human.

Though everyone already agrees with that, you don’t need to defend it.

There must be a few questionable people here, but it’s not enough for them to side with Eden.

Paintbrush, heh~ As long as you don’t curse her Ivan, even if you say all Eden people are monsters, she won’t care.

That person would ignore all grime, searching for sugar in dung, don’t bother with her." ’Old Age Striking King’ bluntly interrupted him, "So, what exactly did Hill hint to you?"

"Gaia’s weapon, the Scepter clashing with Asmodeus, should be made from Typhon’s remains." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ waved his hand helplessly, ending his strange and useless official-style wordplay, "Ah... truly ruthless!"

"What does it mean? I don’t understand.

Haven’t they always used parts fallen from deities to make stuff?

Didn’t Lansendel even use his own blood?" ’Battlefield Lightening’ predictably asked the question all the slow folks wanted to.

"It’s different." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ shook his head, "Luckily, I learned a bit about these things earlier.

In some ways, Typhon is more like a conceptual existence; theoretically, once dead... except for shedding some remains, everything else should return to Chaos."

"What?" ’Old Age Striking King’ quickly turned his head to look at him.

After ’Snow Cloud Peak’ finished explaining in more detail, all that remained on the faces of the Undead Tribe in the hall was disgust.

"So, if it weren’t for your excessive babbling, considering Hill’s usual approach, he would have explained things to us himself, right?

You didn’t need to guess blindly.

What if you weren’t prepared?" ’Perfect Bald’ glanced around, suddenly smiling and asked ’Snow Cloud Peak’, "Snow Old Dog, are you just making things difficult for yourself?"

’Snow Cloud Peak’ observed the slightly recovering atmosphere in the hall due to mentioning his mistake and gave a fake smile to the fake loli sitting far away: "Our Hill is at most testing me a little.

If I really didn’t react, he’d naturally contact me again.

Sister Lily of the Valley is still hanging over there!"

"So, Asmodeus wants this Scepter even more than that little boy?" ’Night Slumber Treading Flames’ asked, a bit confused, "Speaking of which, why do these guys all want to grab that child?

What’s the point?"

"For the Evil Gods, putting him directly on the dinner table is the rarest delicacy." ’Old Age Striking King’ knew this well, probably having discussed with that Goddess of Magic why Edna, even after reaching a safe place, wasn’t allowed by the Law to regain her memory and wake up until she was sixteen.

The corner of her mouth clearly pulled down, her expression disdainful and disgusted: "That way, they can directly sense or even grasp a bit of the most fundamental, instinctual divinity from this deity.

Though it’s surely just the negative effect of that Law... For example, with wind, Hill’s wind is very different from Talos’ wind, isn’t it?

Talos’ wind absolutely cannot provide a healing effect.

But Evil Gods don’t even pity their own believers, they don’t care in this aspect. They hope to turn all such Laws into negative states."

"Hmm? But, uh, Ambori..." an obvious Undead Tribe member glanced up while completing his sentence.

Many sharp observers guessed whom he intended to mention.

"They’re different." ’Old Age Striking King’ turned to explain seriously, "From their birth, they were the reverse of the Law.

They were judged evil simply because humans, or other forms of life, weren’t within their concerns.

They’re only responsible for their Laws, anyone infringing on them becomes their enemy.

So you see, whether it’s Ambori or Shaer, even when devouring other deities, they usually shape them into some facet instead of directly consuming them, and it’s always linked with their divinity range.

They wouldn’t forcibly seek unrelated divinity and divine power.

Yet if you enter their domain yourself, they won’t spare you either.

Evil is nuanced."

"So, everyone here wants to devour that child?" A ’Young Master’ who had been playing with his fingers in the corner suddenly sat upright and asked seriously, "I’ve figured it out, although your words were cryptic, you mean they want to consume him alive, right?"

In the midst of surprised and disgusted expressions, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ calmly nodded: "The Lord of Hell plans to do that; it’s quite normal for him.

As for Rose... she probably doesn’t. She doesn’t aim to fully absorb, so she’ll first kill that little boy, then absorb the divinity related to Darkness and Fertility from him and Gaia.

As for the others, I’m not sure... Poseidon, he’s purely looking to fulfill that regret."

"What?"

"Whoever kills Cronos becomes the Lord of the Sky. His lifelong ambition hinges on this... Poseidon always believed had it been him, he’d have done better." ’Night Slumber Treading Flames’ expertly answered the question from ’Battlefield Lightening’ beside him.

"Huh?" ’Battlefield Lightening’ simply asked directly, "If he couldn’t do it then, there’s no way he can do it now, right? Isn’t he weaker now than back then?"

"Even a fool would understand, but Poseidon doesn’t, so his intellect could basically be considered in the negatives." ’Old Age Striking King’ sharply raised her head to comment before lowering it again to tap on her tablet.

The hall fell into a sudden silence.

This quiet lasted for half a minute until a few people peeked at ’Battlefield Lightening’... Ah, he really didn’t understand.

Then they quickly turned back, with no intent to expose the dialogue: ’Battlefield Lightening’ didn’t care; nobody wished to incur the wrath of ’Old Age Striking King’.

"And?" ’Perfect Bald’ brought the topic back on track, "There seem to be more outside than just this group, right?

For instance, that Grim Reaper obviously more interested in Gaia, Mulholland’s death god?"

"He’s merely after a part of Gaia, likely drawn to Gaia’s traits from dark chaos." ’Old Age Striking King’ spoke nonchalantly, "Set’s primary divinity lies in evil, and death came later in the invasion, just like Aesces’s death god, he couldn’t even grab the secondary level management of Styx.

Those truly mastering death, such as Toril’s own, excel at controlling dark chaotic power, so even AO couldn’t shake his grip over Styx.

But Set has always been cautious; unless Asmodeus retreats or leaves, he won’t act. You can ignore him.

After all, the Lord of Hell clearly aims to claim the lot."

"What’s Edna been doing lately?" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ raised his chin, "Help me extend my greetings to her."

"Enjoying the show!" ’Old Age Striking King’ casually replied, "Who isn’t watching? Edna says, Agleya now hosts quite a gathering."

"Ah... poor Lynn. Our prayers for you." ’An Idler’ seated at the base of her sofa suddenly clasped his hands, issuing a peculiar remark.

"Are you dumb?" ’Old Age Striking King’ directly slammed his head with her tablet, "Hill left a huge screen in his castle.

If they go, just ask the Tower Spirit to open it.

Lynn won’t have any issues unless he ventures up himself."

"Really?"