Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 800 The Blooming Flower of the Underworld

Armies took a deep breath before continuing, "So, although there are rumors that Serene will suddenly create a sun, all part of AO's scheme, I don't think it's that far-fetched."

If he truly knew that the world would change completely because of the addition of a sun, he would never have invited the snake people.

Originally, Toril's only light was the silver moon of Serene.

Although she brought life, that required a very high level of understanding of the essence of life.

Almost every creature born there is a superhuman of level 20 or above.

Even if the snake people settled in Toril, the cold environment and inherent limitations made it very difficult for their descendants to be born.

But then, the sun appeared.

A warm light, enough to bring light to many weak lives in an instant... Ha~ Snake people, that's the essence of snakes too, laying a dozen eggs at a time is just too easy for them.

That was another period of explosive vitality~ Oh my~ the entire Toril was instantly filled with all kinds of snakes.

AO hadn't prepared anything beforehand, so naturally they could only wait foolishly until the very end.

Fortunately, the snake-people, who only focused on pursuing individual strength, turned themselves into useless beings in just a few hundred thousand years.

Although it was Shar who ultimately destroyed the world that time, hey~
The Goddess of the Night only squeezed the softest persimmon, the snake-man.

However, Lowry, don't think Shar is weak.

You must understand that at that time, the only deity who dared to take action and completely overthrow the Serpent People Dynasty, which was under the most stringent protection, was her.

Even AO is still observing!

The goddess of the night, Shar, regardless of her true nature, is truly courageous and daring.

Don't be fooled by that trashy Dark Book that's popular in the multiverse.

Shar's unwillingness to confront directly is completely different from being afraid of fighting.

She would never hesitate if she felt she had the chance to reap the greatest rewards.

In this respect, she was actually much better than that Serene who dared to do anything.

Of all the original gods of Toril, if any could hold on until the very last second of the world, it would be her.

She only dislikes the noisy creatures of the world, not Toril.

But it's understandable, really. To her, those races that were born because of the sun are... well, no different from fleas.

She was desperately trying to clean it up, and although it was a bit cruel, well... many gods could understand her pain.

Deities, especially primordial deities, are too easily influenced by their own nature.

However, now that she's able to date, the backlash from her very nature has probably lessened considerably.

Katarina sighed sadly: "Why does it have to be Lori?"
Can't I say something serious for once?

“You don’t know Apollo.” After thinking for a moment, Armies chose to take a different approach.

Katarina was indeed misled by those words... she truly wouldn't care about someone she didn't know.

Although she still felt something was off, she was always easygoing and was satisfied with a passable explanation.

Extending her front paws and tapping her chest, Katarina asked earnestly, "You don't need Katarina for what happens next, right?"
May I go see my treasure?

Armies rolled his eyes a few times before realizing that the question wasn't directed at him.

Katarina couldn't figure out whether the appearance of the live feathered owl in the spacetime rift counted as an exposure, and whether she could come out now.

Seeing her lower her paws and lie there looking dejected... Lori didn't intend to agree.

In other words, regardless of what the God of Time and Space of Trathir said to Lori, or whether their relationship was truly good, Lori trusted him.

Although the child was kind, he wasn't the type to be easily swayed.

The God of Time and Space of Trash must have presented enough information to gain Lori's approval.

In that case, the spatial-temporal net in his hand should still be believable.

Of course, Armies wouldn't simply take Lowry's attitude as the standard.

But he had no other choice.

The hole in the river of time was carved out by Hermes over a period of 100,000 years.

Although several clones were sent out to do other things during this period, the main body never left.

Ultimately, Hermes chose to become Almes because the cave truly accepted his essence and no longer rejected him. It even took him with it as it leaped and wandered through the rifts of time and space. Only then did Hermes retain a part of his essence that was inseparable from Greece, and the rest migrated to the part of himself that had always been with Persephone's family.

Almes never imagined that the half-destroyed body he saw while digging the hole would eventually become the God of Time and Space of Trahiel, and the future master of the River of Time.

Of course, the God of Time and Space at present only possesses nominal sovereignty; it will be a very long time before he can gain ownership and control.

However, this Lord of Time and Space is the one who has gone the furthest down this path in the multiverse to date.

At least for now, no one has a stronger grasp of the laws governing the river of time and space than the God of Time and Space of Trash. Hermes, this temporary tenant... it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a stowaway; the God of Time and Space could easily kick him out.

The cave he carved out over 100,000 years could probably be completely sealed off by a single thought from the other party.

After confirming this, Armies had no idea that the other party had gone through all this trouble just to plot against him.

Can't do it.

Moreover, he really couldn't wait for the next 100,000 years.

One effort is as powerful as a tiger, but a second attempt is less effective than a dog.

He understood it himself.

At this point, Armes had no choice but to believe... Of course, the two people before him also gave him a lot of confidence.

To put it bluntly, although he doesn't have much of a deterrent effect, he doesn't think anyone would be willing to offend both AO and Asmodeus at the same time, and possibly even bring along a Hyronis.

Since the Lord of Time and Space can grasp time so precisely, he must be very clear about what happened before.

Armies even suspected that the reason the other party was acting so mysteriously was not because of the matter itself, but because he didn't want outsiders to think that he had any connection with those people.

It's strange. Asmodeus is one thing, but why is the God of Time and Space, AO, being so taboo about him?

Wasn't William with Shar?
What's the point of avoiding this kind of relationship?

Normal people would see them as allies!
To put it bluntly, if Toril were truly facing annihilation, would the God of Time and William really stand idly by?

Conversely, AO can do nothing and happily wait for the two to come to him.

Look... this bottom line thing is really a headache.

Especially that guy on the other side who has no bottom line... Oh, he seems to understand why the God of Time and Space is avoiding things so obviously.

Armies suddenly smiled, seemingly regaining a bit of confidence!
He waved and stepped forward in front of the first door: "Pearl, take precautions."

Pearl was taken aback, then immediately stood in front of the others, and a white, transparent, illusory flower bloomed on her body.

Katarina suddenly tilted her head back and took a large step backward.

Then, clutching her chest, she cautiously asked, "What's wrong?"
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“It’s alright. Night Owl Yakong is a celestial being and is quite sensitive to the aura of the River Styx,” Lori replied slowly. “The one standing there now is Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld.”

I knew it; Armies wouldn't leave such a valuable asset as Hades unused.

He lay disheveled in mid-air, his robes rumpled and his hair a tangled mess, looking as if he had been battered by a fierce wind.

The usually exquisite and elegant jeweled broom lay slumped on top of the cabinet next to him, looking as if it had completely exhausted its energy.

After abandoning protective spells and soaring freely through the starry sky, Lori finally banished all the anxieties from her mind.

In fact, he knew that no matter how much he worried, it was useless.

The ability to create something so powerful that even a powerhouse like the God of Time and Space couldn't detect a trace of it was a strength he couldn't even imagine.

It's quite possible that even the nine-faced dragon god Aio couldn't fathom Lori's true strength.

But it was precisely because of this incredible power that Lowry finally broke free from that futile struggle.

Moreover, he believed that his existence was likely just a casual act by the other party, and that the other party did not do anything further afterward.

That's good.

As long as he remains himself, Lowry can accept it... at least during this stage when he is still the weaker party, he won't struggle with it again.

Actually, he also felt that he was being a little pretentious, since there were so many things that could prove his existence.

But this fear of becoming someone else's meal was etched into his bones from his past life.

Unlike my former friends, I didn't get entangled in some vague and illusory love for parents, giving everything just to prove that I was the best and most caring... all because of this fear etched into my bones.

Lowry used to be very satisfied with this particular sensitivity, or rather, his affectation, so now he doesn't see it as a bad habit he needs to overcome.

Even the most powerful gods have their flaws!
So what if he's just overthinking and overly sensitive?
Katarina paused for a few seconds before asking, "You mean, a man will bloom out of that flower later?"

What a creepy entrance ceremony!

Persephone turned and glanced at her with a lingering look: "Don't make wild assumptions. The Flower of the Underworld is just a medium for teleportation."

"Really, really coming?" Ezra said with a distressed expression.

The countess looked at him with pity.

When Pearl was a child, Ezra, holding his beloved little daughter, had imagined many imaginary enemies... the kind who wanted to take his precious daughter away from him.

They devised one insidious and vicious trick after another.

On the day Pearl decided she wanted to stay home and not marry, Ezra drank three hundred cups of wine to celebrate, and even invited many relatives and friends to drink with him.

However, all of this turned to ashes in the face of reality.

(End of this chapter)