Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 829 Tiamat, Behave Yourself

Asmodeus looked at her, his calm tone carrying a barely concealed threat: "This matter is very important to me."

Tiamat, don't do anything unnecessary.

I won't say anything threatening to you, since you're fearless because you're not going to die anyway.

But if my plan fails because of you, I'll imprison you in a glacier and tell Bahamut everything I know about your treasure trove.

Ten thousand years is enough time.

Bahamut would never leave Tiamat a single copper coin.

Tiamat's brilliant pupils trembled violently.

This could indeed threaten her.

Failure is not a big deal; she can find a way to get the lost items back from the Five-Colored Dragon's treasure trove. But if the items end up in Bahamut's hands, how will she survive?
The reason she has been able to live such a carefree and happy life for the past tens of thousands of years is because she, Tiamat, was the real victor in the Enser affair!

Until Bahamut accomplishes a similar feat, he must take a step back in front of Tiamat.

Otherwise, why didn't Bahamut react at all when she caused the Dragon Cult disaster?

It was his direct descendant, Jinlong, who died!

The nine-faced dragon god Aio would never allow the two of them to fight without any limits, so he set out some rules for them.

Regardless of who wins or loses, Tiamat and Bahamut can only grit their teeth and accept it, then try to get revenge in the next round of the war.

Asmodeus must have known all this.

Damn it, you treacherous, feather monster!
Over the years, they have fought countless battles, and no one has ever been able to see through the inside story.

Unfortunately, they were captured by the guy who was best at using dragons!

Tiamat was furious: "You miser, you disgusting chicken wings!"

Asmodeus ignored him and said, "It seems you've made your decision."

Then take your treasure with you and leave!
I have a use for these Greek guys.

Moreover, they didn't take any valuables with them when they fled.

He cleverly bypassed Hermes, who had been traveling in the astral plane longer than Enlil.

In any case, Tiamat was always arrogant and wouldn't pay any attention to an exile like Hermes.

"What about my benefits?" Tiamat said, dissatisfied. "How can you just make demands?"

Asmodeus stared at her expressionlessly, his eyes gleaming with an inorganic light: "Benefits?"
The biggest benefit is that I haven't stripped you of your last position.

Tiamat, don't forget, your divine kingdom exists because you possess the authority of the Duke of Hell.

The requirements for evil gods to reside in hell and the bottomless abyss are completely different.

In Hell, one must obtain the approval of Asmodeus, the lord of Hell, and the acceptance of the powerful Grand Duke of the plane they have chosen.

Both are indispensable.

Tiamat was able to live comfortably on the first floor of Avernus because she had been appointed Grand Duke of Avernus.

Then, Asmodeus, who had quickly realized he had been tricked, cancelled the trip.

But she also holds the title of duke.

Otherwise, the current Grand Duke of Avernus could directly order Tiamat, who resides in his own plane, to participate in the Blood War.

Whether it was to leave an eternal restrainer for that Hell General, or for some other reason, Asmodeus did not go too far.

But this doesn't mean he could tolerate Tiamat when she threatened his grand scheme that he had been planning for hundreds of thousands of years.

“I… well, I’d rather go to Toril.” Tiamat was about to spout some nonsense, but the usually fiery Tiamat suddenly felt a chill and immediately swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Although she was very bold, there was no need for her to stubbornly insist on taking money from Asmodeus unless he actively tried to steal it from her.

A hint of helplessness flashed in the Lord of Hell's eyes... With so many worlds in the multiverse and so many faces of Tiamat, why must they go to Toril to be influenced?

Asmodeus was unconcerned about the sheer number and strength of the so-called undead.

Both the Nine Levels of Hell and the Bottomless Abyss are places where you can mass produce troops at will.

If you don't do it, then of course you won't need to.

As long as humanity exists in the multiverse, they will provide an endless supply of soldiers to the two evil realms.

Although it's not easy for lesser demons in hell to advance, if their numbers become too large, the number of mid-level demons won't be much smaller either.

The bloody battle started precisely because both sides were running out of space!
When immortal beings like elves were still the basic building blocks of the world, opening the gates of hell and the gates of demons was not so easy.

But now that humanity has become the dominant race in the multiverse, bloody battles are no longer so valuable.

Especially for the bottomless abyss.

Even during the most powerful Misca era, the Abyss could only be counted at 666 levels.

Now, however, they have become countless.

Moreover, each layer is expanding without limit.

Ha~ The more human-dominated planets there are in the multiverse, the more worlds will descend into hell and abyss.

In the past, the world was a place of self-destruction.

Now, however, they have all been successfully captured by the bottomless abyss.

If the number of demons in any plane really explodes, then we might as well find a world with a sufficiently large demon gate and throw it in.

No matter how powerful you are, there will always be a day when you are exhausted or dragged to your death.

As for the nine levels of hell...

In fact, many demon lords appeared in the New World by smelling the gates of Hell.

After they seized the Gates of Hell, they transformed them into the Gates of Demons.

The devil, in fact, welcomes this outcome.

Although their numbers are also large, they still cannot compare to the demons.

Moreover, most demon dukes are not willing to excessively deplete their own strength.

Therefore, bringing the demon over is also a method.

The more demons there are, the more humanity will turn to the devil's embrace.

Moreover, this also avoids the need for them to expend energy to transform lesser demons.

In the last few thousand years, unless one is unlucky enough to be selected as a high-ranking demon on the bloodbath list, there has been no way for lower-ranking demons to rise in rank.

They can only get a chance to enter the middle management level by luck and talent.

Asmodeus's choice of this particular time is also related to the laxity of the great demons.

When the demon nobles began to see participating in the bloodbath as a task where whoever was chosen would be doomed, rather than an opportunity to try their luck, the mark left on them by the former Lord of Hell truly disappeared completely.

That is the biggest difference between hell and the abyss.

Although demons also have a class system, they follow whoever is strong. Even if a strong demon can use special means to control some of his subordinates, he cannot control hundreds of millions or even billions of demons at the same time.

But the devils on the side of order can.

The reason why the Demon King dared to mobilize his entire family to besiege the demon army was because he firmly believed that even if he was seriously injured, no demon would dare to resist his rule!

Unfortunately, he was too arrogant.

They even placed themselves above the nine levels of hell.

Even so, the creatures of hell still have to serve him as their master.

Asmodeus was able to gain recognition not only because Hell was empty and he married the Hell princess, but also because the powerful Grand Dukes of Hell dared not step forward.

Their bodies surged with hatred from the former King of Hell.

As long as they remain in the public eye, all they can do is shout and rush out to avenge the royal family.

Although the devil's order is coercive, they are not fools and can certainly come up with various ways to circumvent it.

Otherwise, those guys wouldn't have been able to stay until the end.

But under these circumstances, they didn't have the guts to stand up.

Only a powerful figure like Asmodeus, who has never been influenced by royal blood, would dare to take on the position of Lord of Hell.

The bloody battle was the best way he could come up with to erase the mark of the former King of Hell.

They still believed it was in the name of revenge.

In the beginning, even without Asmodeus's public call, many hellish creatures would howl and charge onto the battlefield.

But as time has passed, the bloodbath has now become a major problem that these hellish creatures want to avoid at all costs.

The Grand Dukes of Hell do indeed have many rebels, but they are doing it for themselves.

Instead of thinking that Asmodeus, who couldn't even protect the princess of hell, was unworthy.

They certainly wouldn't regard Asmodeus as an outsider.

The Lord of Hell and his legion of dark angels are now considered creatures of Hell, no longer outsiders.

His blood transfusion has finally yielded results.

The great demon, whose body bore too many marks of the former king, has now completely disappeared.

Even if some of them manage to resurrect, the evil energy they draw upon comes from the present-day hell, already marked with the mark of Asmodeus.

Naturally, they wouldn't take that person from the past seriously anymore.

Asmodeus knew very well that what he needed now was a victory that could completely sever ties with the glorious past.

With this victory, he was even able to suppress the overactive will of hell and truly ascend to godhood as the Lord of Hell.

Only then can he truly become the master of hell.

Asmodeus raised his hand, looked at the faint black divine light emanating from it, and smiled with satisfaction.

Tiamat, feeling threatened, caught a glimpse of that sinister smile and couldn't help but curl her lip: "Delicate, sinister..."

Asmodeus didn't intend to let her finish: "You can get out of here."

Tiamat, I'm not going to fight you for her because I don't even want her.

But I can take a liking to it.

understand? "

Tiamat shut her mouth and quickly darted into the treasure vault with its doors wide open.

Asmodeus watched her retreating figure with an inscrutable expression, then suddenly circled the hall before disappearing from the spot.

Only a joyful roar remained in the treasure trove: "Oh ho ho~ Mine, all mine~"

(End of this chapter)