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"Do you have any other solutions for propping up the sky?"
In Hell, next to a sapling that had grown to half the height of a person in just a short ti, the avatar of Asmodeus inquired.
He was there because of Hypnos' affairs. Long ago, Laine had already said that he would send a lord to the third level of Hell to stand with Crius against the Abyss, as it was expected that, sooner or later, neither he nor the Lord of the Nine Hells would be able to intervene personally in the war between the two realms.
As the founder of the Nine Hells, it was natural for Asmodeus to use the power of the planes to counter the pressure of the Abyss itself. Compared to Tartarus, the newly ford Nine Hells were still too weak. And it was doubtful whether the World Serpent could spare any effort, as it also had to deal with Moya, the Mother of Demon Gods.
After all, an incarnation couldn't possibly mobilize the power of the Spirit Realm within the body of another Primordial God to confront Him, so with only three levels of Hell reinforcing his might, he wasn't capable of sweeping all before him.
Fortunately, the new deity was not weak, and with the advantage of terrain, he still had the strength to fight.
"I know what you're trying to say, but this isn't a matter of erecting a few more pillars in the Western Sea."
"The sky has both an actual weight and a conceptual 'weight.' Bronze pillars can share the actual weight, but the conceptual one can only be solved by symbols divided into three parts, sothing that pure quantity cannot replace."
Standing next to the Lord of the Nine Hells, Laine appeared sowhat ethereal.
To take, one must first give; it was the power of the world itself that nourished the divine tree, allowing it to grow. Now, its main root had sunk into the heart of the courtyard, greedily drawing power.
Of course, this was just an extravagant gesture initially carried out to revitalize the sapling. Moving forward, whether it was the 'Tree of Oath' nad 'Nordaishir' by Laine, or 'Leonnor Spring,' both would have their own ways to grow.
"What about crafting a Divine Artifact?"
With a shift in his thoughts, Asmodeus thought of another solution.
Often, Divine Artifacts could replace deities in exercising authority, and since the Sun Chariot had been made before, it wasn't impossible to create another in a similar fashion.
"That's possible, but a Divine Artifact ant to prop up the sky must also possess the authority related to bearing loads, like [Mountain] or [Strength]."
Shaking his head, Laine said lightly:
"If Atlas is willing to give up all his strength to forge it into an artifact, replacing himself to hold up the sky, then I don't mind helping you with that."
Even though he said that, both Laine and Asmodeus knew that Atlas, the Sky-holder, would not consent to such an almost abjectly humiliating end.
Or rather, if he truly knew how to be flexible, he would not have refused to surrender to Olympus. Those with steadfast will often have their own form of stubbornness, as was the case with Atlas.
"...If a single Divine Artifact requires a congruence of authority, perhaps it might not be necessary if there are enough of them."
After a mont of silence, Asmodeus seed to ponder sothing. Divine Artifacts couldn't be crafted at will, but from his tone, it seed he had a way to obtain materials to forge more than one.
"Of course, propping up the sky doesn't an fighting against the sky itself, but rely lifting it. A quantitative change can indeed lead to a qualitative one."
Nodding, Laine spoke with a smile:
"However, I do have another better idea, which might just take so ti."
"Hmm? What are you planning?"
Upon hearing this, Asmodeus seed rather lukewarm.
"It's not about planning anything, just because of a Prophecy."
Laine was indifferent to the Lord of the Nine Hells' rather cool attitude.
"Prophecy?"
"Yes, Prophecy."
Although it had been a long ti since the so-called prophecy had been spoken, this ti, it was truly a prophecy. Except the seer wasn't Laine himself, but another being with a special connection to the forr second generation Divine King.
He tried to divine his own future and indeed received an on from destiny. However, he himself did not understand the aning of the ssage. Seeking an answer from his teacher, Laine overhead the discussion.
Actually, Laine thought that because of his disruption of fate, so things would no longer happen, but now it seed that the power of destiny was still resilient. But that didn't matter, for he would continue to change it.
"Vaguely, I see that in the distant future, a human will complete twelve incredible feats for re mortals, his steps covering the earth, the sea, the Underworld, and through them, ascending to divinity. However, unfortunately, even though I've seen this scene, I still don't quite understand how he can accomplish it."
"So you want to intervene in this?"
Looking at Laine, the Lord of the Nine Hells asked calmly:
"Then why don't you go and do it yourself."
"I will."
Shaking his head, Laine said lightly:
"But one example is not proof; I need different samples from various perspectives to see clearly what exactly this so-called 'great achievent' has brought him."
"You can participate or not, as it doesn't affect your plan to forge Divine Artifacts, right?"
"...Let's talk about it when the ti cos. As for humans, phisto will keep an eye on them for . I must say, in his case at least, I've seen the wisdom of humanity."
It was unwise to pin hopes on an illusory future, so Asmodeus rely kept this in mind without much expectation.
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