Everyone knows what happened after that. The prehistoric Avengers drove away the Celestial God Group. In order to fight against the Ash Trisolaris, which was also located in the split realm, Ao Shutu formed the Weishan Emperor of the same trio.
What followed was a series of battles in various dimensions until today, achieving the illustrious name of the Trinity Dishan Emperor.
During one of the breaks, Aushut also used the vest of his goddess of justice, Maat, to play a cameo role in the Eternals of the Egyptian pantheon. The goddess with the head of a bird can still be seen on the Egyptian murals.
Putting on all kinds of funny dance poses, that's her.
Anyway, after her in-depth research, she found that the advanced life forms created by the Eternals, such as the Celestials, were essentially garbage with weird stances and no distinction between right and wrong. They would inevitably be abandoned by history. Since then, she has never paid attention to them.
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As for the World Tree, the small reincarnation of Ragnarok is constantly going on. The World Tree itself continues to wither and prosper, and the copycat angels are running further and further away due to lack of management.
The genuine Birdmen uphold fairness and justice. After all, when Ao Shutu created them, they held the title of the goddess of justice, Maat.
When the piracy angels act as messengers to deliver letters, they are called "not taking the people's needles and threads." In other words, they are trying to steal everything except needles and threads from the target's home.
Worse than a certain naughty squirrel.
After World Tree discovered this situation, he couldn't bear to destroy the race created by himself and Angboda. After all, these angels looked the same as the bird people of Ao Shutu. If they were destroyed, Ao Shutu would know
What would you think?
I can only knock off my teeth and swallow it, endure it, no longer let the angels deliver messages, but let them gather together and live obediently in Havenheim.
But the angels really like gold and silver treasures. Without jobs, they have no source of income. They soon embark on the evil path of organizing gangs to steal, rob and kill.
Until finally, Odin persuaded Yggdrasil and reluctantly banished them and Havenheim into the void.
This exile actually saved Havenheim. The reincarnation of the world tree is still happening, but Havenheim in the void is not affected at all. From the day of separation to today, its development has been
coherent.
Su Ming's story is very long, but if there are some things that are not explained clearly to Harley, she will probably be confused as to why there is another race of creatures that look like angels.
After all, as the spokesperson of Emperor Weishan and the Supreme Mage of the main dimension, he still needs to make it clear that the ‘Birdman’ family of his own goddess is the genuine product, while the ‘Angel’ of Yggdrasil Tree is a high imitation product.
The adjutant went to notify the Ancient One master who was far away on the earth. Soon, a little blue bird flew from nowhere, landed on Deathstroke's shoulder, and asked in a clear and sweet voice:
"Supreme Mage Deathstroke, the goddess asked me to ask you why you want to borrow the Birdman clan. They are an important force guarding the city of Sephiroth and cannot be easily dispatched."
Yes, the birdmen later developed into warriors and mages, and the messenger function was handed over to another kind of family, which is the simplest little birds.
"Times have changed. Little Queque, Seth and Sithorn are all dead, so what else does the city of Sephiroth have to worry about? Do we need tens of billions just to defend against Dormammu in the cell?
An army of birdmen? The army of Heartless believers of the imaginary enemy does not have such a huge number."
The bird on the shoulder jumped a few times and moved a little farther away from the death knell's mouth. After all, the human mouth was still too big for it, as if it wanted to eat it.
It tilted its head and conveyed the message to the goddess through the blood connection. After receiving the answer, it said in a singing voice:
"The goddess said that what you said makes sense, but everything in the world has a price. What can you give in exchange for the goddess's servants to work for you?"
"Stop for a moment, what does it mean to serve me? You come here to serve our goddess. I just want their command rights. I myself am here for the goddess."
Su Ming took out some melon seeds and let the strangulating tentacles hold them for the birds to eat. He calmly corrected:
"You want me to pay the price? Then pull it down, I will leave now, and continue to let the fake angels here continue to burn, kill, loot, and deceive all the intelligent creatures in the main dimension by then in the name of our goddess.
Everyone will misunderstand and think that the birds under our goddess are all scum, and it is not my shame to be embarrassed. At worst, I will be the spokesman for the Crimson Tyrant. Let me tell you, my relationship with Cytorak is very strong. He
I am very thirsty for talents."
In fact, no, Su Ming wasn't even a spellcaster, and he only contacted Cytorak twice through other people. The Crimson Tyrant probably didn't even remember who he was.
But the messenger bird doesn’t know.
The little animal on the shoulder had not eaten the melon seeds, and was so anxious that it jumped and flapped its wings:
"You are not allowed to do this! You are not allowed to be a bad person! Besides, these angels are the dependents of the World Tree, not the Mother Goddess."
"Yes, but who knows about this? The World Tree is currently in a state of death, and the bird-man clan of Goddess Ao Shutu is well-known far and wide. Now, after tens of thousands of years, the angel clan suddenly emerged from the void. You don't think you know it?
Now that people are robbed and killed by them, will everyone be able to tell who did it?"
The smiling Supreme Master saw that the bird didn't like white melon seeds, so he gave it some sunflower seeds instead. This time the size was much smaller and should be easier to swallow.
The little bird stopped talking. It lowered its head and was silent for a moment, until another figure appeared next to it.
"You are really sharp-tongued. How come there is someone like you among my supreme mage?"
Ao Shutu, who had just separated not long ago, came in person. The adjutant's blockade of space seemed to have no effect on her. She could go wherever she wanted, very freely.
Reaching out to grab the melon seeds held in the strangulating tentacles, Ao Shutu used starlight to weave a small bag, put the melon seeds in, hung them on the bird's neck, and touched the top of its head with the pads of her fingers to signal it.
It's time to leave.
When the bird flew away, the goddess with a leisurely expression looked back at the smiling Deathstroke, glanced at the nervous Harley again, and then said:
"But you are right, Yucdrasil admires me very much, and her angel family will indeed have some adverse effects on my reputation. Tell me about your plan. How do you plan to deal with them?"
In addition to their tough mouths, birds also have another characteristic, that is, they cherish their feathers. Ao Shutu is a well-known noble goddess, how could she be willing to have her reputation tarnished by the angel family?
In the past, they were thrown into the void and could not do anything in the main dimension. Out of sight, out of mind.
But now that Sithorn has brought them back, and coupled with the current state of death of the World Tree, Ao Shutu feels that he has the obligation to discipline these dependents on behalf of the little sisters.
However, it would not sound good if the ancient god personally targeted a race, so this was the chance for the spokesperson to work. She actually wanted to hear what Deathstroke had to say, because he had proven his ability and never disappointed anyone.
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"My goddess, have you seen the short-haired angel below? She is the general of Havenheim, and strangely, what she pursues is fairness and justice. Do you think of anything?"
Ao Shutu's fluffy white eyelashes trembled. She looked at the unconventional angel and replied in a clear voice: