Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 748: Hearing and Seeing Are Different (A Combined Chapter)

The grand finale of Toril, which just ended a decade or so ago, is practically imminent for someone like Karix.

Even a while ago, well, last year... I'm a little confused, but just before I took a nap, Karix had a remote chat with a certain dragon god.

His thinking became extremely clear thanks to the other party's help.

So, his story begins with the tale of Hill, the son of the earth who raised many dragon eggs.

As for the little sea goddess he was with, no one cared. Karix only mentioned her briefly and implied that it was because of the little girl's presence that Ambori had changed.

After all, Toril would only be dazzled by such normal sea gods and would try every means to make them stay and serve Toril like the unlucky Lord of Courage, Tyr.

The dragons didn't care about those foolish gods at all; after all, they were numerous and powerful, and there were always fools who had lived too long.

They only care about things that concern them personally.

For example, Hill, the Son of the Earth.

Although his original intention in adopting the dragon eggs was not for the continuation of the entire dragon race, he did have a child who was the product of the powerful alliance between the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King.

Dragons are creatures that are condemned by the heavens in most worlds.

Whether it's kindness, neutrality, or evil, they are all extremely detestable things to the world itself.

While those who follow the rules are slightly better, their advantage is limited, since the order they adhere to may not be universally recognized.

The dragon gods were actually well aware of these things.

But isn't that a privilege they have as the most powerful beings in the multiverse?
If you can't kill them, you can only accept the outcome.

Of course, dragons also accept the consequences of freedom of choice, whether they want to or not.

Just like the two races of gold dragons and silver dragons, who occupied so many good places in Toril but still did not belong to that world and could easily take away so many of their treasures, they would inevitably suffer from the harm caused by Toril, no, it should be said that by that supreme god.

As for that little dragon, who was a descendant of two royal families, his fate had already been marked by a countdown.

His parents were well aware of this, so they worked tirelessly, even going so far as to transform themselves into kind-hearted people willing to protect all races.

But the little dragon was still caught up in a disaster involving dragons, and even one caused by Tiamat... Understandable, after all, for her, it's a good thing no matter how many little brats die. As long as she doesn't do it herself, Io can't control her.

But the dragon loathed it.

After entering Hell, Tiamat did not become more disciplined as Asmodeus had hoped; instead, she learned the devil's filthy heart perfectly.

However, it's a pity that even if they let them take care of it, no dragon god will actually do it.

After all, the child was unlucky because his parents and elders knew everything but still brought him into this world.

Even the most compassionate dragon god would never sacrifice himself to satisfy the desires of others.

Everyone is still very wary of that damned Slate of Fate.

After all, dragons are greedy by nature, and no one knows whether they might be implicated because of a piece of gold or a gemstone.

So, someone actually managed to throw away the sins of fate and directly protect that little golden dragon behind them!
This is indeed something the Dragon Gods should pay close attention to.

Not to mention, that humanoid half-elf, who exudes a natural aura, actually received personal protection from Corellon... Toril has many elven kings who are related to him by blood, but he has never been so openly protective of them.

The most unbelievable thing is that even after he did all that, the Spider Queen Rose completely ignored him. Normally, the Spider Queen's portal should have opened right at his doorstep that day!
Who wouldn't want to see someone so eerie?
Of course, if they had just stood by and watched, the dragon gods immediately became fully alert after that kid actually pulled the little golden dragon out of the vortex of fate.

You see, although that kid gave all the baby dragons he raised to Bahamut... obviously, the golden dragon could only hatch into a metal dragon, but those little dragons would inevitably be affected by him.

Even if it's impossible to stay completely dry like Terry, at least you won't suddenly go crazy.

For example, the Golden Dragon King, who insisted on summoning all his dragons to a meeting during the Dragon Frenzy, and those Golden Dragons who actually obeyed his orders and flew there.

Normally, even if this is Bahamut's order, the golden dragons would pretend they didn't hear it!
It's just that Bahamut's descendants are unknown, who cares what he says?

However, at that time, the golden dragon that occupied many important mountains in Toril went mad.

Although if they get too close to that Child of Earth, those metal dragons will become so high that they don't look like dragons at all.

But they really are free.

The dragons of Toril weren't stupid either. After discovering that the little golden dragon and his offspring, as well as the white dragons led by the Ice Queen, had indeed gained true freedom, they all quickly set off with the outsiders summoned by the Son of Earth.

Although having to follow the rules to earn money is painful for some dragons who are used to being free, at least every gold coin they get here is free from the fate of Toril!

And the resources purchased with this money will also be clean and transparent.

Perhaps some dragons who are still struggling with this thought still want to live like before. After all, although the money earned from being hired by the undead is considerable, it's hard work.

Moreover, it's too stable; unlike in the past, it's not easy to make a fortune.

Dragons are actually very short-sighted.

Despite their long lifespans, dragons often lose their minds for short-term gains... regardless of the type.

Is this the curse that fate imposed on them because they were too powerful?
Karix, who had always kept himself locked in the noisy tunnel and only went out when he couldn't control himself, actually knew this all along.

So he was really annoyed by that persistent old guy, Io.

If he hadn't insisted... how could Herasvalgel have gotten himself into such a mess!
However, Karix never expected that Herraswalgol's idea would come true so soon.

Fate is such a cruel joke... Well, I can't mention it, I can't even curse it in my heart.

He knew that in the multiverse, it could be said that 99.99% of the beings could not drag him into a fate he had deliberately chosen, since he had always stayed in the central area of ​​the noisy tunnel that severed all cause and effect.

But Karix would never believe that such a thing did not exist at all.

Tsk~ Those idiots in the Mechanical Realm always say they're not part of fate... That's just how stupid the Gears are.

Indeed, mechanical life forms cannot be the protagonists of fate, but their predictable behavioral patterns can certainly become an encounter on the protagonist's path.

Whether they are villains or blind men who bestow treasures depends on whether the beings who weave fate are willing to waste a lot of computational power on them.

Generally speaking, no. Even AOs, who can handle these tedious matters with the Fate Stone, will try to avoid wasting so much energy.

After all, the things produced in the Mechanical Realm are not very useful and do not arouse any greed.

But just meeting is definitely possible.

If you just want to test your willpower and interpersonal skills as the protagonist of your destiny, then those brainless guys in the Mechanical Realm are quite useful.

Moreover, there are basically no unexpected events; a little support is all that's needed... or even no support at all. After all, if they can't even outmaneuver mechanical lifeforms, how could they possibly be the protagonist?

But that Hill was truly spared by fate.

The Slate of Fate couldn't account for his reaction... he was practically going crazy with anxiety.

Not only did a completely uncontrollable force appear in the center of the battlefield that he had anticipated, but it also had a backer that even AO was unwilling to personally intervene in... The Fate Tablet had to calculate its own countermeasures.

The wisest thing that old Death God, Toril, did was to create a crack in the stone slab.

Although it was repaired, the gap was enough to make the stone slab react stiffly and hastily.

Then, the unfortunate archmage, bound extremely tightly to the traces of Toril's fate, foolishly went and caused trouble for a neighbor with whom he had no conflict whatsoever.

Indeed, "How can I allow others to sleep soundly beside my bed?" is a motto for many powerful people.

But they knew better than anyone else that a dragon cannot cross the river.

Before figuring out what the person who dared to be his neighbor had to rely on, a normal person would only test the waters first and would never take direct action.

When that person made their move, countless sighs echoed throughout the starry sky!

Who wouldn't immediately examine themselves to see if they've left any traces that could be exploited?
That's a level 30 or higher archmage! They could go toe-to-toe with many gods!
From that day on, no god ever treated this little mage, who could ignite a lucky star in the river of fate, with disrespect... including the Lord of Hell and the Abyss.

Even powerful figures like them wouldn't dare say that one day they might be suddenly thrown into a chaotic battle by fate just because they offended that kid.

It's too easy to deal with those two using this method.

There are tails to grab everywhere.

Of course, their attention is also very meaningful.

Those who were observing could even understand why the Fate Slab had gone so mad.

Those who are favored by fate directly summon silhouettes that will not be reflected in the long river of fate across the multiverse.

The silhouettes are in the hundreds of millions, and they even have their own unique way of thinking and logic.

Furthermore, they completely reject Toril's set of values ​​that have been thoroughly ingrained by AO.

She should have been driven mad by the chaos, forced to either give up her feelings or abandon her magical goddess, but instead, she transcended.

She just wanted to lie down and give up, and had absolutely no interest in participating in anything on earth.

Who lives or dies is none of her concern... Her only pleasure is being close to the undead who raised her.

Of course, there was plenty of fun along the way.

For example, she disguised herself as an eight-year-old girl and went to see Asmodeus in Hill.

And then there's Heim, Sunny, and Cyril, who inexplicably find themselves in a love triangle... Most importantly, this love triangle isn't outwardly about two men vying for one woman, but rather two women vying for one man.

What made the entire multiverse burst into laughter was that the lady Cyric was impersonating not only won against Sunny, but also actually spent the night with Heim.

After the incident, Sunny might still be able to salvage some of her reputation, while Heim found an excuse to fight the World-Destroying Serpent to the death, and resolutely refused to be resurrected.

Everyone can understand this point.

If the gods cannot be resurrected, or are only those that are very difficult to revive, the believers will definitely collapse.

Most of the churches in Heim are still there!

It's just a question of whether these people can endure the ridicule for thousands, or even tens of thousands of years.

The dragon gods generally thought it was impossible, and they couldn't even start a betting game.

After all, that old AO has never had a heart, and it's impossible for him to wait for Heim, a guy who's not very useful, for so long.

If Tyr had fought wholeheartedly for Toril, there might have been a slight chance. But in this chaotic journey of fate, where everyone made fools of themselves, only the truly good Tyr received a good reward.

He actually fulfilled his promise to the world of Toril, and could now send his angelic companions, who had been tricked and wiped out in Toril, back home... A pure positive energy plane is their true home.

The angels resurrected there will not bear the marks of other worlds.

As for Tyr himself being confined to the outskirts of his homeland due to Toril's corruption, that person didn't really care.

Even if he were still in Toril now, what difference would it make?

He has no weaknesses left and has reconnected himself with his homeland.

If he dies in battle again, he will break free from all constraints and become the true God of Justice he once was.

Now, AO doesn't dare let him die.

From now on, his destiny will definitely bypass Tyr.

The unpleasant situation of using the Knights of Justice as a shield and trading their lives for personal gain will definitely decrease significantly.

Without his weakness, Tyr will truly fight to the death.

At this point, Karex suddenly fell into the air and rolled several times, letting out a deafening laugh from his chest.

An endless gale swept through the abyss.

Almes had to use all his strength, even throwing out his thousand-thread spider web to wrap around the swan boat, in order to carry it.

Katarina, standing in mid-air, was completely unaffected.

Despite his busy schedule, Armies couldn't help but take a look.

He knew that Lowry's living feather was on Katarina, but he never expected it to be this powerful.

After all, although Katarina is quite strong, she cannot advance due to the limitations of the world. She can only be said to have a promising future. But if she were to withstand an existence of the level of Karix now, the only result would be a bleak future.

Therefore, the only thing that could have allowed Katarina to survive such a terrible storm was the feather pendant on the necklace she wore around her neck.

However, in theory, the level of a living feather should be limited by Lori.

Even if he had quietly leveled up to level 16, Huo Yu was at most level 20!

Then he immediately thought of himself.

He himself couldn't use much power, but the Thousand-Thread Spider Vine, which had devoured his lifeblood and shared his spiritual power, was fine.

Of course, his combat power will still be limited by the level of Armes' body.

However, in terms of defensive capabilities, the Thousand-Thread Spider Vine, which possesses divinity, can unleash the power of a level 30 god.

Lori's living feathers could very well be of this kind... Armies was quite confident in his observational skills.

Lowry certainly has a dragon-like quality, but he is definitely not a god.

The living feather that made a pact with him could not draw divine power from him.

Besides, Lowry even formed a contract with the previous wolf king of the Gale Wolves!
If he truly possessed divine blood, he would certainly not do such a thing lightly.

That really does take away divine power!
If Almes hadn't been very satisfied with the Thousand-Thread Spiderweb Vine, he certainly wouldn't have done it in the first place.

So, did they obtain a feather from some divine creature, allowing the living feather to undergo a complete transformation?

Moreover, it is not only a bird with pure wind-elemental divine power, but also possesses a natural ability to hide.

No matter how you look at it, that feather is just a feather.

But to allow such a powerful storm to bypass Katharina without reverting to her original form...

It couldn't be an angel, could it?

Armies was confused.

But Katarina didn't hesitate at all: "What you said is very interesting, but I haven't heard anything that makes me laugh like this."

To be a good person, or a dragon, one must be kind and generous, not just seek pleasure within oneself.

Karex flipped back into his seat and furtively pulled out a crystal ball: "Let me show you my precious collection!"

"What?" Katarina asked curiously, "Did you keep cricketing about Tiamat's hasty retreat?"

“What’s there to record?” Karex asked, puzzled. “Tiamat has escaped far too many times!”

She was very greedy, but lacked the mind to fulfill her excessive desires, and almost always ended up failing miserably after gaining the upper hand.

Although she could always comfort herself by saying that at least she had done something important.

In reality, she was always busy but didn't gain anything for herself; instead, she let others benefit.

The most praiseworthy thing she did was to trick Bahamut, but the result of driving Bahamut away was that the pantheon they had worked so hard to control was completely freed from them.

"Tsk~ This kind of idiot embarrasses herself every now and then, and nobody cares what crazy thing she's up to now."

He raised his enormous paw high and said with a serious expression, "This is the real show worth watching. Even Asmodeus can only play a minor role in it."

The crystal ball slowly opened.

A rainforest island appeared in mid-air.

You can see people everywhere on the island; some are fighting, some are watching a play, and some are faintly gleaming with a dangerous light.

The creature holding the crystal ball appears to be a shadowy being, only occasionally revealing a glimpse of its claws when leaping through the jungle.

It looks like a lizard creature.

It's probably a dragon.

The camera persistently follows a group of adventurers.

The central characters are a tall, handsome man, a beautiful young lady as lovely as a red rose, and a pitiful girl next door as delicate as morning dew.

When Karix gave the brief introduction, although he didn't explain it very clearly, he still covered the key points.

Therefore, those who were watching immediately grasped the essence: Heim, Sunny, and Cyric.

Armies froze.

The voice he made sounded strange even to himself, like someone he didn't recognize was speaking: "That, that is, Cyric?"

The Prince of Lies, Cyric, is indeed quite handsome, but he is worlds apart from the little dewdrop mentioned above.

Armies glanced at it, took a deep breath, and then bravely looked at it again... Who the hell could think it was Cyric?!

On the contrary, he was somewhat wary of the one that Shuni had transformed into.

After all, the dazzling brilliance also comes with a strong sense of oppression.

A woman who can cultivate such an aura is definitely not to be underestimated.

One wrong move and you might end up like... well... like the White Dragon King who was completely fooled by the Goddess of the Night.

Armies suddenly glanced at his beloved sister and said from the bottom of his heart, "Pearl, you are really good. Keep it up."

Fortunately, the Greek goddesses he was on good terms with were not of this style; even Persephone was a naturally beautiful woman.

Pearl paused for a moment, then tilted her head and asked, "Is this addressed to me, or to her?"

“Yes, it is.” Armies said seriously. “Do you know how I feel right now?”

I've already decided which part of my soul I'll cut out to make into that Almighty.

I believe that even that version of myself would accept that ending!

"Is it really that bad?" the countess, who had been silent all along, asked softly. "Armes, I don't understand things on your side, but you must think this through carefully."

Don't hurt yourself.

"Don't worry, Mother," Armies smiled gently, "I'll be careful."

"Ugh~" Ezra, who had been watching the big screen the whole time, made a strange sound.

"dad?"

“That, is that the Heim the Dragon God spoke of?” Ezra said, pointing to the sky. “It really is a case of wanting both.”

If it weren't for that Shuni being so proud and confident, a closer look at his eyes would have made it clear what had happened.

Almes stared blankly at the sky... where Cyric was exchanging flirtatious glances.

Meanwhile, Heim, while solicitously handing Sunny a cup of water filled with hot chocolate, gave Shirek a reassuring smile.

Seemingly encouraged by that smile, Cyric's eyes lit up. He pursed his lips, hugged his knees, and only showed half of his face and one big, sparkling eye to Heim.

Her acting was so good it made people feel tired.

At least Armies did indeed turn into a dried-up orange.

"Brother, are you and this Shirek close?" Pearl asked curiously.

Karix, who was in mid-air, looked over.

Armos shook his head stiffly, but said, "If you want to set up some safe houses in Toril, you can't avoid dealing with Toril's existence."

I used to have a good relationship with Taihime, so I don't really want to contact certain gods.

So, they used Shirek's help.

Cyric's little lie was useless against him; Armies was born with the ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

(End of this chapter)