Chapter 2264 - 839: Familiar Faces, Increasingly Numerous

Lansendel’s figure stiffened a bit as he turned back... The sinister gaze behind him was so sharp!

He hadn’t really done much, actually ~

Just, you know... While strolling down Heavenly Mountain, he happened to see an acquaintance, well, a familiar demon, and couldn’t help but say a few nonsense words.

Although the war on the top of Heavenly Mountain had come to an end, with the dead gone and those who escaped on their way, and those who succumbed to demonic forces cast into Hell, not all demons and devils had left Heavenly Mountain directly.

After all, when the Pool of Life exploded, many demons and devils were indeed directly killed, but there were still some who were thrown into space fissures, landing in various corners of Heavenly Mountain.

Heavenly Mountain doesn’t have exits everywhere either; to leave, one must either reach the top or the bottom of the mountain.

So, these fellows whose luck is undecided can only see how fortunate they are... If they land on Mount Olympia, where people have mostly left and those who remain don’t want to meddle in other people’s business, it’s naturally just a matter of running away.

But if they fall into the domain of certain densely populated god systems or the territories of those Toril settlers who are quite happy to watch the commotion, then it’s genuinely a dead end.

Thus, Heavenly Mountain remains quite lively.

Of course, if those Gods of Order wanted to help, Heavenly Mountain could quickly regain its past tranquillity.

But now, even licking their wounds isn’t working well for them, and with the master of the house being taken away, the Gods of Order certainly have no spirit to care about which of the god systems below lives or dies.

However, some special beings, even if they fall into the most dangerous places, still have a chance to survive... But for those Demon Lords, being blown away due to being unprepared for the self-destruction of the Pool of Life is truly a one-in-a-million possibility.

And the Bottomless Abyss, if there’s anyone unfortunate enough that even the Abyssal Will can’t help but take a glance, it’s naturally only Grazt.

He just has a brain sharp enough and wrists nimble enough, so even though he frequently faces misfortune due to uncontrolled greed, he can ultimately manage to rescue himself.

This time was really no different.

The reason the double-headed baboon abyssal lord Dimogogan had nothing going on was simply because he was diligently engaging in battles.

Even with other thoughts in his mind, Dimogogan definitely wouldn’t make excuses to distance himself from the crowd, attempting to see if he could gain some Life Spring Water from the aftershocks of the battle between Asmodier and those Gods of Order.

Of course, although he claimed that, Lansendel suspected this guy wanted to go after Rose.

Is it so easy to take advantage of Asmodier?

But a Rose full of spring water, moving slowly, is definitely an easy target.

Lansendel didn’t do anything to that tremulous crystal spider hanging on the web, naturally because he himself had collected quite a sum.

Although he and Celene didn’t directly seize the spring water from the pool, they did collect quite a few water beads that splashed onto the rocks by the shore.

For the Toril Gods who have walked the Path of Destiny of Toril, they actually understand the principle of not getting involved where they shouldn’t.

The reason they eventually do is, inevitably, having weighed the rewards and losses, and found the cost of involvement not too high.

However, Edna’s Path of Destiny this time made the Toril Gods much more cautious... Lansendel suspected AO’s insistence on retrieving those three from Greece was also out of concern for the future of Amanata, with no one daring to make a move.

The helpless Heim and the divinity-challenged Shuni shocked everyone enough.

Cyric was too extreme.

As long as AO intended to protect that guy, Toril probably only forced unlucky ones would venture onto a Path of Destiny stirred by Cyric.

Hmm, however, as for the Path of Destiny featuring Amanata as the protagonist, how many would be forced to participate?

That guy’s past deeds were too extreme; his popularity doesn’t even rival that of Valkin from the past... Of course, now Lyril probably won’t reap any benefits either.

At most, she might check after everything ends, looking into the depths of the Stellar Realm to see if there’s a golden light glittering corpse floating about.

In a sense, Valkin and Amanata can count as a pair of well-matched good friends...

All things considered, although Lansendel secured quite a few advantages, he didn’t get embroiled in any karma.

With such circumstances, even knowing about the chaotic affairs of this world, his mood remains excellent.

Hehe ~ In this dark, gloomy world, having a ray of light remain by the end is already quite good; most of the strife will still be between the dark forces.

He anticipated this from the start.

Thus, in high spirits, Lansendel stopped by a beautiful mirror lake shore to admire his own splendid figure... Hill’s beautiful little statue left him very satisfied, so he wanted to compare and see if anything was less than perfect.

And then, he encountered a half-dead Grazt who fell from the sky.

Hit unexpectedly by countless water droplets, Lansendel nearly decided to engage against the lumbering Great Demon.

Grazt is someone who reads the room well.

He knew very well that although he was not far from an exit, sacrificing some power could help him escape Lansendel’s grip... But if he didn’t allow this Great Peacock to vent its anger, later things wouldn’t go well.

Moreover, power is so precious, why waste it if you don’t have to!

So, he truly went all out to flatter this Great Peacock, and took out an exceptionally exquisite, finely detailed, and gloriously golden full-length mirror for Lansendel to gaze into.

Of course, even if Grazt didn’t speak, Lansendel knew who the original owner of the mirror was.

Back then, when Valkin first entered Grazt’s plane to hide, it was only without her divine powers, but not without her daily Divine Artifacts.

Eventually, when Grazt suddenly turned face, these wonderful items naturally ended up in the hands of this Demon Prince.

For example, this mirror can fully showcase the beautiful figure of the person in it, and it even comes with a variety of background lighting options.

Lansendel actually likes it quite a bit.

But he’s definitely not interested in what Grazzt has in his hands... He doesn’t even want to touch the karma of the Pool of Life!

How could he possibly mess with Valkin’s stuff?

But he needs to linger a bit longer to remember these effects of the mirror better... Lansendel believes if he just shows these memories to his good friend Archmage Hill, Hill can surely create a more perfect full-length mirror!

Then, while he and Grazzt were chatting, he let slip something about Igweville.

The Demon Prince, who always laughed gently and appeared cultured, changed his expression for the first time.

Even earlier when Lansendel pointed a claw at him and cursed, the Great Demon, covered in wounds with a cracked back, could face it with a calm smile.

Lansendel really thought Grazzt and Igweville had reconciled!

After all, don’t they occasionally meet up?

Besides, the Witch Queen has several of Grazzt’s children!

Wasn’t it said that this guy has already absorbed back the energy taken by Igweville in bed?

Why does it seem like he still has a lot of stuff with Igweville?

Then Lansendel realized what he had done.

Hmm... but he quickly recovered.

In a world with devils, how can there be no trace of demons?

This is destiny inviting demons through his mouth, it’s definitely not him being talkative!

Then, Lansendel, full of self-comfort, heard Shaer’s name.

Hmm... even if there are more demons, it shouldn’t be anything Shaer has to fear, right?

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No matter how Shaer thinks, she can’t imagine going towards Grazzt’s side.

Lansendel’s bright attribute as the Lord of Dawn is quite obvious, who could think he would talk to Grazzt for half a day just about a mirror?

So she could only think about Toril.

Shaer pondered and felt that this Great Peacock might be gossiping about her with Celene, which is why she was so flustered.

After all, who you talk to about these things makes a big difference.

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The ’Old Age Striking King’ gently sighed.

She now also realized why she was so embarrassed... because she truly is the most hardy and battle-ready Priest.

As a PVP player, even with unbelievable resistance, even being as tough as Dragon People... when it’s time to die, she will still die.

Although people generally wouldn’t provoke her, once provoked, she’s the one who gets focused fire first.

No one would leave a big healer who can instantly resurrect a Defensive Knight to full health.

Her current reaction speed is all thanks to the efforts of the enemies.

But also because of such tragedies, the ’Old Age Striking King’ really overlooked the fact that some enemies can’t break her defense.

She lightly sighed... Damn, do old mom have to endure another three nights?

She’s getting old, even if she can endure, she doesn’t want to anymore!

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"The elder seems to have realized, and she’s a bit down." The ’Perfect Bald’ said seriously, staring at the tablet.

"Don’t comfort her, let her be discouraged," ’Snow Cloud Peak’ quickly instructed, "It’s a rare genuine emotional display! If she could act it out, it’d be long over!"

Then he quickly turned around to look at ’Magic Sword’: "Post that data, put it in the alliance channel!"

"All of it?" ’Magic Sword’ was a bit surprised.

"Huh~ of course!" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ raised an eyebrow, "Do you think there’s anyone as smart as you among those guys?"

"Definitely not possible!" ’Magic Sword’ puffed out his chest, "Back in the day, I was a prodigy that the math department fought for!"

"I’ll leave it to you then!" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ had a sincere smile.

’Perfect Bald’ silently turned around, burying his head in his tablet... still ’Old Age Striking King’s’ little dejected face was more worth admiring.

’Old Age Striking King’ shivered all over, then with the sound of ’Damn, who’s cursing me!’ she soared into the air, flying through the sky filled with Light of Magics... she even flipped three times in mid-air before finding a gap, continuing to crouch on the wall.