Chapter 693: 658, “The Laws of the Gods” Second Edition Chapter 693: 658, “The Laws of the Gods” Second Edition Charles embraced Anne, his whole being brimming with happiness.
After all, Anne was also a Transcendent; even though they had just engaged in a “war,” they were only slightly tired, not sleepy.
Charles said softly, “Tomorrow morning, we have to return to the Imperial Palace and request to head back to cklenburg from my father-in-law and Princess Akso.”
Anne nodded; she knew that from now on, she wouldn’t spend much ti in Strasbourg, nor split between the two domains, but rather follow her husband in cklenburg, assisting him in the governance of the cklen Duchy.
Charles gave a slight smile, chatting with Anne about the plans for the future, when suddenly the room dimd and a voice spoke in his ear: “Charles cklen, please bring your esteed wife and prepare to join the gathering.”
Charles was slightly surprised; he recognized the voice, not as any acquaintance but indeed as soone he knew from before—or an Evil God.
The owner of the voice was the God of Joy, who, because of the story concocted by Charles, had their mory altered and had beco a subordinate god of the Serpent of Destiny.
Charles was also doubtful; why was the God of Joy informing him?
And what kind of banquet was this?
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Still, he said to Anne, “We have one more gathering to attend.”
He saw Anne’s face show a trace of surprise as he said, “It’s likely a gathering of the gods.”
Anne nodded, stood up, and started dressing up elaborately, while Charles also changed his clothing.
After a while, an ancient stone gate opened in the night sky.
He took Anne and left their room; once they passed through the stone gate, they saw a very spacious square, above which countless glimrs of light floated.
On the square there was nothing but a single, extrely large table.
On one side of this table, there was a seat of the utmost height.
At each seat sat a deity, shrouded by divine radiance, their forms unclear, only their silhouettes faintly visible.
Mortals cannot gaze directly upon gods, whether Evil Gods or True Gods, they must not be looked upon.
Charles, of course, had no issue with this, but he was a bit worried about Anne, so he used his power to shield her from the divine pressure.
A relaxed and pleasant voice said, “Lord cklen!
The Laws of the Gods are to be revised.
Do you support the continuation of the Nine Great True Gods presiding over the Era, or do you propose additions or removals of divine positions?”
Charles was shocked; he had anticipated this, but he hadn’t expected to actually take part in such a significant matter.
Ever since crossing into this world, he knew about the sacred covenant, The Laws of the Gods, made by the nine divinities in the indescribably ancient past.
This law, circulating only among deities, decreed that the nine divinities would take turns managing the world, each term lasting a century, known as an Era.
He also knew that it was currently Lady Black Moon presiding over the Era.
The deity speaking was none other than the little serpent, to which he imdiately replied without hesitation: “I, of course, support the Nine Great True Gods to perpetually preside over the Laws of the Gods, to forever be the stewards of the Era, without increase or decrease, nor change.”
The Nine Great True Gods had just blessed his wedding; why would he oppose them after feasting so sumptuously?
The Serpent of Destiny was very pleased and said cheerfully, “From today on, you shall have your own holiday in every Era.”
The Serpent of Destiny paused, then added another sentence: “Anne can also be included.”
With the words of the Serpent of Destiny barely settled, the other eight True Gods also voiced their agreent one after another, endorsing Its proposal.
Charles clenched Anne’s hand nervously.
He did not care about having his own festival in every Era, but the little serpent’s suggestion to let Anne also have her own festival in every era was of great significance.
When the other eight True Gods agreed to the proposal, it signified that he and Anne could be together in happiness forever.
Soon, other shadows appeared on the square—clearly, all had ascended to the Divine level.
Charles even spotted a towering blood-colored spire, so majestic it defied imagination.
Though witnessing it for the first ti, he imdiately knew it to be the first Blood Ancestor, Pendragon Arthur, the father of Omibella and Montgory, the one who single-handedly crafted the entirety of the Blood Clan.
It was obvious that He, too, coveted the supre seat at the high table, but quickly chose to sit down at one end of the long table.
Following Pendragon’s lead, countless figures surrounded by a halo of blood-red light stepped into this world and took their seats beside the long table.
Charles even noticed Kahnstan, but his teacher Juno was still in slumber and had not made it to this eting for the revision of The Laws of the Gods.
Pendragon’s attitude represented an acknowledgnt of the status of the nine True Gods He recognized and of their continued rulership over the Eras as the main arbiters of The Laws of the Gods.
With the stance of the Blood Ancestor, along with the support of the entire Blood Clan Evil Gods, more and more people took their seats beside the long table.
To Charles’s surprise, he even saw Zimrman, the first genius of the Old Continent, who winked at him and revealed a smile.
Just as Charles was about to find a place for himself, the little serpent flicked its silver tail and beckoned to him.
He imdiately followed, taking Anne to sit by the side of the Serpent of Destiny, directly facing the rest of the Deities.
On one side were the Nine Great True Gods, and on the other, various Evil Gods—or rather, beings of the Divine level—who recognized the legitimacy of the Nine Great True Gods.
Though Charles sat at the lower end of where the Nine Great True Gods were situated, being in the sa area as them clearly indicated his different status.
Charles could feel countless gazes, piercing through the Endless Void, fixed upon him.
He could only offer a slight smile, remaining expressionless.
After a long ti, the opposite side of the long table beca densely packed with Divine level beings.
The Lord of Radiance called out loudly, and multitude of dishes were served upon the table.
The first dish Charles saw startled him—a mass of flas, exuding an aura very familiar to him—it was the Fla Evil God Anurulu.
Then the second dish, without anyone serving it, made its way onto the table by itself, and Charles recognized it—it was the Storm Evil God Ipjil, who had once tead up with the God of the Labyrinth, Agmilas, and beca one of the three Great Evil Gods of the Agres Sea.
In the plate, He was but a tiny storm, emitting agonized howls, but no one could alter His fate anymore.
As dish after dish labeled “al” was brought to the table, nurous Evil Gods were imprisoned within the plates.
No one at the long table picked up their eating utensils or cutlery—it was apparent that the war between the Evil Gods and the Nine True Gods had suddenly ended.
As for the reason, Charles surmised so Evil Gods had abandoned their delusions and sought refuge with the Nine Great True Gods.
Well, he was one of them.
Though aware that these Evil Gods were about to be shared among others, he did not take the initiative to react.
He took a deep breath, suddenly felt a slight trance, and in the next mont, reappeared at Street 58, Elysian Pastoral Avenue.
Anne, a little frightened, clung tightly to Charles and asked in a low voice, “What just happened?”
Charles gave a slight smile and said, “Nothing much!
It’s over.”
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