Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 830 Or perhaps Toril?

Inside the open gate, Tiamat, once again in her original form, lay rolling on the golden mountain, which responded with a soft, limp protest.

The wildly waving head quickly caught the gold nuggets it had knocked away, preventing any from falling outside.

She rolled around for a while before finally collecting all the gold with satisfaction. She then leisurely walked through another door, humming a nonsensical tune as she picked up gems... She efficiently collected all the other oddities.

But she hummed, "One, two, three, four gems."

Five pieces, six pieces, countless pieces.

Every single piece was picked clean by me, bit by bit.

What should have been a quick task took Tiamat three days and three nights to complete.

Tiamat, singing a joyful song, disappeared into the hall, unaware of Asmodeus's piercing gaze as he reappeared in the same spot.

"What is Tiamat singing?" A voice filled with disbelief floated through the air. "Hell's Daughter?"

“Enlil, there are no minor tunes in Hell, only foreign ones,” Asmodeus said expressionlessly. “Tiamat clearly prefers Enser’s style. If you keep talking, I’ll immediately make the whole of Hell believe that it’s Enser’s style.”

"Do you think anyone would believe that?" Enlil replied calmly. "Gilga doesn't like music, and he especially dislikes this kind of strange and bizarre music."

“You’ll see when you return to Toril,” Asmodeus decisively ended the conversation. “There are all sorts of strange and wonderful things there.”

"Toril...is it really like this?" Enlil, having confirmed the truth from Asmodeus's reaction, was somewhat bewildered. "How about we change our deal?"

"You want to leave Tor..."

"Resurrect Nana-Sin in Toril... huh?"

Realizing how absurd their simultaneous, nonsensical statements were, the two shut up again.

After a long silence, Asmodeus said, "I thought you would choose a more logical world because you found Torrell absurd."

“I became a god because I have passion in my heart!” Enlil replied, puzzled. “How could I possibly shirk responsibility?”

Just to watch the spectacle, they're willing to die again!

Asmodeus grasped the key point.

That's nothing.

The laws of Enser are inherently purely neutral.

The reason they were collectively on the side of good last time was because they were able to descend upon Toril and form a pantheon, summoned by the unfortunate Mulan people who had been captured and enslaved across worlds.

According to Toril's rules, a god who stands opposite to evil and is willing to protect mortals is good.

That's not a problem.

After all, the benevolent gods native to Toril treat mortals less well than these law-incarnated beings who have no feelings for mortals.

They are born with a love for war and thunder, and naturally prefer those who possess these two talents. However, they will not treat those who cannot do the same as second-class citizens.

To the mortals of Toril who had been terribly betrayed by Amanatar, the gods of Enser were certainly kind... the sun god, after all, protected the interests of slave owners.

Only commoners who were not slaves were qualified to enter the temple of Amanatha for help.

But legitimate slave owners have countless ways to eventually turn these commoners into slaves.

However, the mages, especially the archmages, were all on Amannata's side, and mortals were powerless to resist.

Otherwise, Amannatha wouldn't have lost his faith so easily after being punished.

Aside from those who benefit from the status quo, what ordinary person would worship or believe in him?
When rewriting, it's done with absolute efficiency.

If it weren't for the existence of slave owners and slave traders in Toril, and Heim, who openly sheltered these people, Amanatha might not even have a chance of survival.

Ha~ That old bastard AO was never a good person to begin with.

Of course, the undead are not either.

Asmodeus, who had once tried to cultivate some followers among the undead but suffered a crushing defeat, has completely abandoned this decision.

He could sense that the undead were captivated by his alluring words.

But once you log off and come back, the other party will completely forget about it.

The temptation existed only for the fleeting moment of his projection.

Asmodeus didn't care that his seduction spell had failed, but even his usually proud art of language was completely ineffective...

How did that damned God of Time and Space manage to do that?
Once you've taken a liking to someone, you've essentially started a pregnancy!
A world without magic can exist without spells, but it can never exist without evil!
Tsk, I can't figure out the reason yet, so the Lord of Hell can only remain silent.

In any case, he won't be sending troops to Toril for the next few hundred years, and Asmodeus doesn't care how Enlil wants to suffer!
Those undead were so annoying to the demons that they declared themselves devils!
The Lord of Hell doesn't want to one day hear his own right-hand men starting to sing.

After all, it's only been ten years, and we haven't even had any direct contact yet, and Tiamat has already turned into this state!
"Have you thought it through?" Asmodeus calmly reminded him. "This is your only chance."

If sent to Toril, Nanna-Sin's most likely form is not quite normal.

He will inevitably enter Enser.

In that region, the only dragon descendant with a positive attribute was a dragon turtle that had never been defeated in a direct battle with Gilga, only suffering severe injuries and barely clinging to life after being ambushed by other gods.

Even though he already knew that the god Enser was unreliable, Asmodeus still left a question mark at the end of his sentence.

If that's the case, what was the point of all that trouble before?
“Tiamat and Bahamut used Enser as a battlefield, causing your entire pantheon to be destroyed and utterly defeated. They already owe you something.”

"If we had chosen that dragon turtle... we could have completed it during the Dragonfall War." Asmodeus couldn't understand. "I remember you were the one who didn't want to, insisting on finding a world with boundaries. You went through so much trouble to choose this one!"

I even sacrificed my own clan for you!

Then you come back and say you still want to choose the Dragon Turtle?

Even the usually composed Asmodeus laughed in exasperation: "Then why did you give Tiamat so much treasure?"
"Are you bored?"

Tiamat had no intention of being indebted to anyone.

There's absolutely no way we'd go easy on that dragon turtle just because of these two warehouses full of stuff.

However, Asmodeus quickly convinced himself... He was close to completing his deal with Enlil and didn't need to dwell on the thought process of whether he should become the embodiment of the Law or the embodiment of the Lightning Law.

This thing probably doesn't have a heart.

“If it were the old Toril, the new world would definitely be better,” Enlil muttered. “But, a Toril who can make Tiamat relax to the point of learning to sing… Nanna-Shin’s weakness, kindness, and enthusiasm seem less troublesome.”

Then he replied to Asmodeus with a sudden realization: "For me, what is truly important has been given to the right person."

In the astral plane, gold and silver jewelry are not considered valuable items at all.

It's not like it's a gold coin.

The devils of hell love gold, and they love gold coins even more, not because of the metal itself, but because of the desires that gold embodies.

The more times a gold coin changes hands, the more attractive it becomes to the devil.

Those gold bricks that he dug out of the mine and put directly into his treasure trove had such a clean scent that they only had a hint of the aura of currency.

If it falls into the hands of Armes or someone else, it could increase its value.

But Tiamat will simply store them in another vault, where they will likely never see the light of day again.

It's nothing special.

If Asmodeus had really been given a warehouse full of gold coins, how could he not be tempted at all?

Even if he doesn't feed on his own desires, he still has to support his subordinates!

Enlil felt he hadn't lost too much.

There is a natural gap between him and Asmodeus in their judgment of gains and losses.

Asmodeus is capable of giving first, even beyond what is expected, but the more he gives, the more he expects in return.

Enlil, on the other hand, completely disregarded the resources expended to achieve his goals in the cost calculation.

Achieving his goal was the only reward he wanted.

Anyway, it wasn't him who was losing money, and it even saved him a lot of effort... The body he wanted to create for Nanna-Sin came a little early, and he was quite lucky.

Clearly, everything was proceeding according to his plan.

Possessing both air and dragon-type talents, their family environment is so complex that it can easily make them lose their minds.

The matriarchal family is complex and intertwined with evil.

If you don't want to become a sacrifice, you must go to hell.

Then let Tiamat's descendants reproduce with her in one body... This would satisfy Enlil's conditions and also bring them closer to Hell.

How wonderful!
The result was so inexplicable.

It is indeed a dragon-type lightning element, but it has inexplicably awakened the bloodline of an angel!
Even the former King of Battle Angels was dumbfounded by this result.

It's not entirely impossible.

But the demonic bloodline is the mainstream!

How could it be such a coincidence that I could fail even with a 99.99% chance of success!

But Asmodeus couldn't do anything to the child.

Even though he had no attachment to the past, he was unwilling to be the one who would completely sever the bloodline of the battle angels.

The only option is to accept it and choose another set of objects.

It's not that there aren't any, it just needs to be rearranged.

But there are plenty of candidates.

The only problem is that the partners are a bit troublesome.

We need to get the new experiments done before the world reopens.

As for the promise he made to the Lord of the Tower... Asmodeus had no intention of fulfilling it.

Of course, if that guy could really regenerate a severed wrist, he wouldn't really be that shameless.

In their contract, Asmodeus did indeed set enough mutually exclusive conditions to ensure that he would not face any of the legendary mages in the multiverse.

However, if that guy gets rid of the divine position of Lord of the Magic Tower in time, then the conflicting clauses will be largely invalidated.

The Lord of Hell may not care much about his reputation, but he generally won't break his promises unless he can guarantee his own safety.

(End of this chapter)