Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 832 Bad Luck Doesn't Affect Fate

Enlil, seemingly having thought of something, began to speak eloquently: "What you feel should be the weight of this star chart."

But they are neither their followers nor their enemies, so they just observe.

Look, they're so powerful, they must know that AO is using its own pantheon to play a simulation game!

But they didn't pay any attention.

“Because it’s a simulated existence, that’s why you don’t want… no, you don’t want Nanna-Sin to take power in the name of the Dragon Turtle Immortal, not that you don’t want him to become an immortal.” Asmodeus finally understood.

“Of course,” Enlil replied readily. “Didn’t I tell you? In the Eastern pantheon, gods are gods, and immortals are immortals.”

Being a god is easy, but one must bear certain responsibilities.

Being an immortal is difficult, but it allows for a leisurely and carefree life.

But if both come together, they will both perish.

Nanna-Sing's temperament and personality are only suited to be an angel, not a god burdened with heavy responsibilities.

Asmodeus suddenly realized: "Wait... you mean, even if AO imitates an Eastern pantheon, it still has to abide by this rule."

“That’s right! His Heavenly Court in the Eastern Continent, didn’t it all go wrong?” Enlil asked in surprise, “You didn’t know?”
The ruler of Heaven, the Heavenly Emperor, has become a puppet who can only act according to fixed procedures.

The minor gods in Heaven, as well as ordinary immortals like ancestral gods, are alright, but once they reach the so-called star official level, they will gradually be assimilated by their official positions.

They have lost their self-awareness.

"Eastern mythology is terrifying, you understand?"

"Although they are just some false gods with empty titles, as long as they exist in their divine office, regardless of whether their names and appearances are the same as theirs, they will still be the executors of the other party's will, right?" Asmodeus asked in a low voice.

“There’s no need to be so careful. The Eastern gods don’t care who’s talking about them,” Enlil said reassuringly. “But in the East, divine positions are all one-to-one correspondences.”

Their clerical roles were also very detailed.

There's no need to mention names; just mentioning "in charge of something" is enough for even a mortal to instantly understand who it refers to.

Therefore, they don't care about the Heavenly Court; it's not like they're going there to pretend to be the God.

But no one will be allowed to appear in their name but do things that are inconsistent with their image.

Asmodeus finally understood why Enlil only accepted Nana-Sin as the Dragon Turtle Master.

The divine roles that the dragon turtle can be associated with are relatively limited. It is estimated that there are likely corresponding deities in Eastern pantheons, and they are quite powerful.

He thought about it and still couldn't quite understand the logic of the Eastern pantheon, but Asmodeus was always pragmatic and he didn't bother to think too much about something that he had no chance of contacting.

“Although I still don’t understand, your choice is more advantageous to me, so let’s do it this way.” The Lord of Hell said impatiently, “There is no chance to change it again, Enlil.”

"Don't worry, it won't happen." Enlil laughed. "Ever since I told you about this outcome, my bad feeling has suddenly calmed down."

Just as those guys said.

Even if you don't intend to breach the contract, anything you're fully responsible for is bound to go wrong.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Asmodeus's usually calm expression cracked slightly.

“Isn’t that right?” Enlil asked frankly. “You used to talk so much about that body of yours, but you haven’t mentioned a single word about it today.”

Failed, right?

They schemed for hundreds or even thousands of years, but in the end, they were nothing but trash!

Don't tell me there was an accident.

Isn't this your usual behavior?

Every unexpected event, that's called destiny.

If it always turns out exactly the opposite of what you expected... then isn't that pure bad luck?

“No, that’s not true!” Asmodeus retorted quickly. “I just made the best choice.”

The father was only of average to above-average quality, and the mother was pure in blood but had physical and emotional defects, yet they both turned out to be exceptionally good!
The mother is one thing, but dragons are inherently unpredictable.

Moreover, Tiamat and Io could both suddenly intervene.

But that father... In order to avoid any accidents, I even chose a peripheral bloodline for him!

The rhinoceros infected by the dragon's aura, and the wind-elemental body formed by faith in the gods, are all weak beings from countless generations ago.

How could parents like that possibly give birth to...? What's most despicable is that the one thing he didn't inherit, and even completely erased, is his demonic bloodline!

"Hahahahaha!" Enlil couldn't control his laughter at the last sentence.

"Even battle angels have it..." Asmodeus, having given up all hope, completely ignored Enlil's mocking laughter and muttered another sentence.

After all, although this one failed, his other preparation was perfectly fine.

However, although those two can certainly give birth to a qualified body, since they are both thoroughly brainwashed believers and have even been descended by the same god, their intelligence may be affected.

It's either exceptionally good or not so good.

But that doesn't matter to Nana Singh, who wasn't particularly bright to begin with.

Even if he had a brilliant mind, that habitually lazy guy wouldn't know how to use it. But to show his sincerity, he certainly wouldn't offer such a body from the start.

As for that god, he didn't care at all.

Enlil wouldn't care.

Those kinds of guys who will all die sooner or later.

Although the Lord of Hell had already given that evil god named after the tower a powerful protective lock.

That was something he had worked so hard to get by disguising himself as a little girl!
Of course, what he received was the production method.

It is only because it was made by him that it is so powerful.

But to be able to create a maze that contains his divine power using only a little mithril and adamantite, plus the four gems of earth, fire, water, and wind, that thing truly deserves to be the creation of the goddess of magic, Toril.

Asmodeus had originally planned to send a Bloodbath-level demon army to help with this.

Of course, the reason he could be so generous was because he had already killed the true master of that demonic legion.

Let's make use of waste.

These demons know how powerful they are, and they will surely hold out until the very last moment.

Only in this way can they possibly be exempted when they return to hell.

Such high-ranking demons, who sacrifice their subordinates to survive, will be unable to contend for power for a long time even if they return to hell.

Even if they wanted to pledge allegiance to a new power, they would first recuperate and strengthen their own fighting force.

Otherwise, they will only become cannon fodder.

Asmodeus did not believe that their desperate battle could save the master of the tower.

He himself wouldn't dare offend any of the great mages in the multiverse!

However, the Lord of the Tower had many ulterior motives and was unwilling to have so many high-ranking demons appear on his territory.

Asmodeus had just created the War Lock and needed some more valuable experimental data.

But even if this illusion is eventually broken, there is definitely a chance that the Lord of the Tower will be promoted to a proper god.

You can fight against those angry archmages on your own.

As for whether he can hold out until the end... what does that have to do with him?
The price paid by the Lord of the Tower was only so much.

He didn't breach the contract!
With such thorough preparation, how could Enlil possibly suspect a problem?

Asmodeus thought Enlil's choice was really foolish... In Toril now, where could a dragon turtle possibly find a place to live?

Having lost vast territories, Enser simply couldn't afford to support a dragon turtle immortal.

Tiamat tore Gilga to shreds, not just for food, but also to find Gilga's dimensional key.

That guy probably wouldn't carry it with him normally, but isn't he here to search for treasure this time?
Otherwise, how could Tiamat have resisted searching for Armies and his men who had taken several warehouses!

After weighing the pros and cons, she decided that Gilga's side was more important.

Enlil, Gilga's father, was indeed someone who could possibly try to take the key from her.

Moreover, it's quite possible that they'll be able to snatch it.

That's why Tiamat is so well-behaved.

Enlil doesn't know what he's thinking, insisting on choosing Toril... Does he want Nanna-Sin to learn from those stupid dragons and sell himself to the undead as a tool?
Besides the dragon and the Siren figurehead, what else do those chaotic giant magic ships of the Undead have to do with?
too……

However, this choice was advantageous to him and would save him a lot of effort, so Asmodeus didn't bother with it.

"So it's settled then?" he asked calmly. "There won't be a next time."

"Ah! Let's do it this way!" Enlil made up his mind. "I think it's fine, and Inanna didn't object, so let's choose this one."

A ball of red flame suddenly appeared in the air.

"This is the divine office of the king," Enlil said in a flat tone. "It's a useless thing."

One must first have other clergy before one can use it.

As I said before, I've already taken it out. Whether you can use it or not, our transaction is complete.

“Of course.” Asmodeus reached out and caught the ball of flame.

The flames that reached his hand exploded violently, then quickly flowed along his hand to his entire body, and finally merged into his body.

"You actually managed to get divinity and a divine position for yourself!" Enlil said with great emotion. "Indeed, although you were born with the attributes of an unlucky person, fate still favored you."

"Do you think it's normal to put these two together?" Asmodeus was in a relatively good mood and decided not to argue with this unpleasant old bastard for the time being.

"Why is it abnormal?" Enlil asked hesitantly. "Having no good luck doesn't contradict having a destiny within you!"
Your luck is accompanied by…

"Farewell." Asmodeus vanished swiftly from the spot. "Go to Enser to fetch your son in six months."

"Oh..." Enlil's reply remained in the air.

(End of this chapter)