Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

"You can use it now. I have used the smelting technique to remove all memories that could affect you."

"If nothing unexpected happens, after using it, you will immediately become a forging god with five thousand years of experience in weapon crafting. However, you still need to be careful."

She paused deliberately at this point, seemingly very worried about the safety of her ally.

Her eyes darted up and down repeatedly, her pearly teeth gently biting her lip. After hesitating for a long time, she cautiously probed:

"If you're worried they'll target you further, feel free to come back and contact me often."

"Based on your description, I have a general idea of ​​where their skill level is."

"You are too young. In terms of experience and foundation, you can't compete with those veteran gods."

As soon as these three sentences were uttered, the goddess realized she had done something wrong and quickly lowered her head.

Sure enough, Ronan looked at her with surprise, his eyes seeming to say, "Is this something a goddess should say?"

How did the roles get reversed?

He let out a breath, about to say something, but was interrupted by the goddess waving her hand:

"Alright, alright, if there's nothing else, you can leave now."

"I have other things to do. Contact me again if you need anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared, and Ronan appeared outside of Heaven.

Looking around at the green grass, he clicked his tongue softly.

After withdrawing his gaze, he returned to the Pure World and immediately found Eris, questioning her about whether she knew about the hidden dangers of the crystal.

Eris, however, was clearly unaware of the situation, his eyes filled with confusion.

Her status in the celestial realm was not very high, and she had never come into contact with such a thing in her life, let alone used it.

Having received this answer, Ronan refocused his attention on the celestial realm.

With a "crunch," he bit into the crystal, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Eris shivered for no apparent reason.

"Um, Mr. Ronan, what exactly happened? Can you be normal for once? I'm scared."

Ronan then came to his senses, glanced sideways, and slightly toned down his attitude:

"It's nothing. Since you don't know, it's none of your business. You're probably just being used as a pawn by them."

"Forget it, we'll find out when we enter the Heavenly Realm. Let's talk about what happened before. I need you to put aside your past grievances and achieve common prosperity..."

……

About half an hour later, Ronan walked out of the room.

At this moment, the coldness on his face was gone, replaced by a satisfied expression.

He was followed by two goddesses.

I've already convinced them.

After all, his act of saving the world has earned him a large number of fans.

If they do not join me, the power of faith will surely be greatly reduced in the future.

"Hey, Mr. Ronan, now that we're on the same side, does that mean I can drink as much alcohol as I want from now on?"

Aqua asked curiously, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Eris sighed, feeling she had let down her followers.

Ronan scrutinized the two of them, his gaze sweeping over the small print on the panel: "[Divine Forging lv10]", indicating that the inheritance had been obtained.

In a cheerful mood, he casually conjured up a bottle of wine and tossed it to Aqua.

"We're not exactly on the same side, just like each other in terms of faith. Let me ask you a question."

"If one day I were to storm the heavens and demand justice, would you choose to help me or help those gods?"

Aqua took the bottle, wiped it on her body, and suddenly froze.

She looked up, forcing a smile, waved her hand, and turned her face away, seemingly unable to believe what she had just heard:

"Oh, Mr. Ronan, what are you talking about? Why are you suddenly talking about attacking the Celestial Realm?"

"Did they do something to you? Tell me, and I'll go find my boss and teach them a lesson."

After saying that, she rolled up her sleeves and appeared indignant.

However, Ronan simply watched her silently without responding, and her movements gradually ceased:

"Hey, Mr. Ronan, say something! You don't really want to go against the gods, do you? That's unbelievable."

“We got along so well before, Eris, don’t you think?”

Eris couldn't answer; she seemed to vaguely understand something.

Unsurprisingly, the problem likely lies with that so-called gift.

She swallowed hard.

"Can it be remedied?"

“Who knows?” Ronan turned around.

"Whether it can be remedied or not is not important; what matters is your attitude."

"Was it negligence or intentional, Eris? What do you think?"

Eris was about to answer when Ronan's communicator suddenly rang, interrupting her.

After glancing at the message Barnier sent, his brow gradually relaxed, and he said directly:

"I'll go to hell first, and hopefully I'll see your explanation then."

"Believe me, nobody wants to go all the way to the end."

After saying that, he took a step and disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving only a breeze.

Time is of the essence; Hell must be unified as soon as possible.

Those demon dukes who refused to surrender would all be killed.

This is a good opportunity to boost our strength.

Chapters 252 and 253, Hell's First Inventor, Crouching Dragon +1

Hell, the smell of sulfur permeated the air, and the air had a faint red hue.

Barnier contacted several Hell Dukes and was about to take action when he suddenly noticed the rather unusual expression on Ronan's face.

"What's wrong, my lord? Are you unhappy?"

He turned his head to look at them, somewhat puzzled; they had only been apart for a dozen minutes.

How did the excitement of about to conquer hell turn into the heaviness of facing war?

Who has offended this lord?

Ronan waved his hand, shifting his gaze from the distant Red Mountain of Hell to what was in front of him, seemingly unwilling to say more:

"It's nothing, I'm fine. Are you sure that two out of the five Hell Dukes are unwilling to surrender?"

He glanced at the list in his hand, a sharp glint in his eyes.

Barnier nodded, but inwardly he didn't think Ronan was in particularly good shape.

Although an officer's mood is unrelated to the success rate of an operation, it can affect the survival rate of his colleagues.

He thought for a moment, straightened his clothes, and advised in a calm tone:

"Yes, my lord, but in our view, whether they resist or not is of no importance."

"With your strength, you can easily overcome any obstacle."

"You don't need to hide it from us."

He put on white gloves, reached into his pocket, took out a card, and respectfully handed it over.

"This is Wiz's current address. You can visit her anytime if you need anything."

"Although she is a bit clumsy in her actions, she is quite good at solving problems."

Barnier felt that Ronan's problem was either in his relationship or in the execution of his plans.

Although he, as a subordinate, shouldn't interfere in such matters, he could offer suggestions to divert attention.

Ronan took the card, looked at it, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"are you serious?"

He turned his eyes to the side, wanting to ask that question.

But he held back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

After all, if your emotions can be read by others, it's already a failure.

As a leader, one must not show one's emotions.

Thinking of this, he silently exhaled and then relaxed his clenched fist.

"Let's go."

Ronan took a step forward, calmed his breathing, and stopped thinking about it.

In order to present himself in a better light to the potential crisis that might follow, he put away the card and immediately headed toward his destination.

A duke named Ulysses lives three hundred kilometers away.

"Ha ha ha! That's right, my lord."

Barnier covered his face and laughed. Seeing Ronan back to his old self, he was also quite pleased and quickly followed.

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The sky in hell is always gray.