For Shar, light and justice, as long as they are not Toril's, have nothing to do with her.
Although she regards the darkness as her eternal protective net, Toril is her home.
As long as the house is quiet and contented, who cares about the singing and dancing outside... Even if it is a square dance, as long as it is not danced downstairs in her house, she will just close her eyes and be too lazy to open her eyes to watch.
But where AO is involved, there is absolutely no way it has anything to do with Toril.
How could that old guy, who was actually the old silver coin that Ransondel didn't say anything about, get involved in such a big thing and not get enough benefits for himself?
The three in Greece can only be regarded as gifts that coincided with the meeting, and they were definitely not the things he planned to acquire from the beginning.
Of course, it might not be a thing.
Anyway, in the end, it all depends on the development of the Life Pool... The battle in the conference hall was so messy that Shar almost wanted to suggest that these devils and devils learn their positions from the undead.
She had never thought that the undead were quite well behaved. At least they arranged their troops very well. When beating people, they would not set fire to their own heads.
Especially when their goals are so huge.
Of course, Shar also knows that the undead usually recommend those who are not good enough to learn assisting or healing professions.
Or simply learn group attack spells.
After all, they just couldn't aim accurately, rather than they didn't aim correctly.
When the enemy is relatively large, the inaccuracy can be ignored.
Of course, if the two sides get entangled, those who fail to aim accurately will be ordered to stop by their comrades... such as the commander of 'Xueyunfeng'.
Although he is covered in jewels and every piece of equipment is perfect, the lethality of the Archmage who likes to play ice magic is really a bit poor.
But even for this 'Xueyunfeng', at least he just aimed at the head and hit the leg!
It's not like this group of guys, they really aimed at the God of Order and hit the devil...the devil released them.
If those few who missed the target at the beginning were not directly kicked away by Graz'zt, Shar would have thought that they wanted to start a war now!
Even though Six Fingers had expressed his stance, Shar still suspected that the devil's brain and hands might not be in the same thinking space.
Although their brains knew that they should fight the God of Order, the devil over there really attracted their hands.
Even though the devil kings have tried their best to separate themselves from these big demons... after all, they only want to kill a few gods of order while rushing towards the hall, but there are still chaotic scenes.
In the past, Shar would probably still be interested in this so-called epic battle...but the undead had already raised her appreciation.
Now Shar can't stand any war without dominance at all.
Only the battles of strong men can still attract her attention.
Shar felt that Selûne and Lansander were still interested in teasing Hill, and they probably felt similar to her... Who could go back to eat ghost fish soup after eating a full banquet.
Speaking of which, those undead people who are chefs as a profession can cook really good food... No wonder the undead people have schools dedicated to teaching cooks!
Shar tilted her head slightly: William said that when this was over, he would take her to eat the latest invention of the chefs.
Hmm... She was a little annoyed: Why didn't these gods of order die early and be reborn?
At this stage, they should also understand that they are powerless, right?
If you are smarter, just give up the life pool and save the conference hall... That way, even if you lose your dignity, at least your face will still be there.
But if they are still scattered on both sides like this...ha~ losing both their inner and outer faces is already the best outcome.
If a few more lives were lost, it would be a complete joke.
Shar, who could stand and talk without pain in her back, completely ignored the most crucial point: the pool of life is the source of such abundant energy and pure air at the top of Paradise Mountain.
Once Lifepool regains his freedom, with his ability to come and go without a trace, there is basically no possibility of being captured again.
Of course, he still exists in Heaven Mountain, and the condensed positive energy also belongs to Heaven Mountain... But it is like a wheel of luck, and whoever turns it to him will make a temporary profit.
So what’s the point of living on the top floor, the smallest plane on the top of the mountain?
In addition to a high status...but status, is it reflected by where you live?
When the pantheons below also have the opportunity to obtain such pure and powerful energy, will they still respect the God of Order as they did in the past?
Who is not a god?
As for those Gods of Order who are still entangled with demons and devils... They were thinking too slowly, so they didn't succeed!
They had no intention of going to the conference hall, they were just trying to break away from the enemy's siege.
Unfortunately, those who are trying to trap them now are the Grand Duke of Hell and the Demon Lord.
It's not that Shar didn't think of this, she just didn't want to think about it.
boom!
The giant screen on the right suddenly made a loud noise.
"Huh?" Selune was extremely surprised, "Why did that hall collapse? Isn't that thing very strong?
Why can't you resist the devil's attack... The devil hasn't taken any action yet!"
"God of Order, turn off the protection yourself." Shar looked at it carefully for a while and made his own judgment.
"Ah?" Selune narrowed her eyes, "Are you sacrificing wealth to preserve power?"
"It's so interesting, I thought they were going to fight like this until the end!" Lansander couldn't help but flap his wings, "Unfortunately, it's a bit late.
None of them are willing to step forward and be the decision-maker. At this point, it’s too late to do anything, right?”
"That's not necessarily true." Shar stared at the giant screen steadily, with a sneer on his lips, "If Heaven Mountain is destined to return to peace, then why do these gods of order still have to stay together?
At this time, you should consider whether you can leave with enough followers.
Then... whoever steps in first to take charge of everything will be able to give hope to those divine servants who are used to following him.
Don’t forget, they can no longer make suitable angels.”
Hill blinked and tilted his head again.
Although it is appropriate to consider what to do after defeat before the war is over...but it seems a bit useless and boring to gain the most worthless benefits by stepping on the heads of your comrades who are still fighting desperately, right?
After all, the worst among them is also a powerful one!
What can we do if we get out of Paradise Mountain?
Is AO not living well?
Then he shook his head violently... Why did he follow Shar's train of thought?
That lady, doesn’t she always think about things from the darkest perspective?
This was obviously a very correct decision, although as Ransendall said, it was a little late.
But this time, it was because they had been watching that they made the judgment.
The Gods of Order may not necessarily feel that they have no room for struggle.
Look, now, a few of them have escaped and rushed directly to the pool of life~
After all, no matter how orderly the devils are, they are still devils.
That conference hall is a famous place for the trophies of the God of Order... Even if they understand in their hearts that the task assigned to them by Asmodeus is to hold back these Gods of Order, their hands and feet will inevitably
independent thinking.
How can there be a devil who is not greedy?
As long as they grab one of those trophies... when they become the Grand Duke, even Asmodeus won't be able to punish them for such a simple reason.
What's the reason for not listening to him?
If the Battle Angels hadn't noticed something was wrong and intervened in time, the few Gods of Order who were still trapped would have escaped.
I don't know which devil was hidden by Shar or the shadow camera on the devil was also brought into the hall by the stunned guide.
Although the white light in the tall buildings is still bright, the strange and evil creatures scattered throughout make the scene on the giant screen full of a strange sense of fragmentation.
That is the desolation of prosperity being destroyed and beauty being stifled.
However, everything here was not created by the Gods of Order themselves... Only the trophies that do not match their attributes but can show their power will be displayed here.
Back when the Gods of Order were gazing at Asmodeus who was struggling for himself and his men, these trophies were the witness.
The most ridiculous thing is that most of the loot was actually brought back by Asmodeus and the Battle Angels.
Therefore, although today's result is sad, no one will feel pitiful.
Hill looked at the demons and devils walking among the broken tiles and ruins, as well as the high and low broken pillars, using all kinds of tricks to break the protective shields on the treasures, and then happily put them into his arms.
There's a feeling...that I can't describe.
"Ha~ this is what you get for giving away your fighting power!" Shar's voice was cold and cruel, "I just want a comfortable life, but I also want to have the supreme power at the top of all the gods...
Haha~
Even among the few pantheons that they regard as examples to warn the gods, none of them dare to come forward as a savior!"
"At least, the pool of life is about to be opened." Lansander paid more attention to the giant screen on the left than Shar and Selune... He was more concerned about the safety of his own incarnation than what the Gods of Order had lost.
The pool of life, which was tightly closed and allowed people to walk through it like a holographic image, suddenly flashed in the corner.
"Huh?" Ransander's eyes widened, "Wait, the camera..."
The giant screen on the right switched rapidly, and finally stopped at the corner of a pool filled with various white plants.
The mist-like water droplets shimmered like white diamonds.
The plants high and low are all white, but you can tell at a glance that they are different whites. They stand on the bank of the pool covered with white crystal sand in a very layered manner.
Hill blinked and asked with a hint of hope: "Lansendall, can you bring me some seeds?"