Chaos Crown

Chapter 626: The Five Chaos Gods finally split!

After reaching a deal with the goddess Midnight of the magic network, Aaron asked Charlotte to stay in the Heart of Spell in Paradise, and returned to the border to prepare for the next plan.

The eldest lady was reluctant to part with Aaron after such a brief reunion, and Aaron could only hug her. Charlotte must inherit the power of Tzeentch, and must do it quickly, because as Aaron reveals his nature as a deity, the Four Chaos Gods will surely take action.

He and Imoen immediately returned to the border, the royal city of Dorne.

The young girl high priest was very curious about Aaron's kingdom of God, but after entering, she felt a little disappointed. It was neither the magnificent and golden world she had imagined, nor the tranquil or prosperous nature like Sulen or the natural gods.

The sky at the border of Aaron's kingdom of God was always shrouded in a thick yellow fog, and heavy rain was pouring down from the sky. The sturdy and simple royal city was in ruins and empty, lacking both petitioners and the army of the kingdom of God. If there were any popular places, they would be the Holy Trinity Succubus Nuns College in the southeast corner and the Jingshan Palace in the southwest corner outside the huge royal city. The little King of Auspicious Grass moved almost the entire Jingshan Palace of the Sunset Territory to the border, which gave this land a lot of vitality.

If there is anything else, it is the Oak of Ages that rises from the center of the royal city.

"My warehouse contains more than 8000 million gold coins of various colors, 100 million units of Chaos God's Blessing, 20 templates for lower-level divine spells, 30 calamity spells, and countless Chaos equipment." Aaron patted Imon's shoulder and said, "Just do it. Don't forget, I'm behind you."

"Well, I, Ai Meng, am going to do something big!"

Imoen felt like she had never had a better start, and the high priestess couldn't wait to try out what she could do.

Aaron invested a full eight points of divinity in Imoen, transforming the girl into a half-spirit, half-human being similar to the "Huimin". If Imoen dies in the future, she will only lose part of her "human" essence and can still be resurrected from the Kingdom of God's Rebirth Pool as a spirit.

Seeing Aaron coming back, Iristrae, who was wearing a black and gold dress with white silk, came over to greet him. The masked witch mouthed, "Is everything settled?"

"So far, so good." Aaron said to Eilistraee. "Where's Zariel?"

Iristri couldn't help but respond with a look of reproach and jealousy: "You still don't want to let her go?"

Frankly speaking, Zariel was not the most beautiful quasi-divine being, nor did she possess any unique resources. Aaron took her in purely because he needed to transfer power and because of Eleanor's request.

However, Aaron couldn't stop himself from holding in his arms a self-proclaimed righteous but once corrupted Seraphim, and watching her obey in humiliation. A little "sneak peek to search for the angel" role-playing between him and the Seraphim made Aaron so excited that he could not help himself. He soon completely possessed this angel, and found different ways to humiliate her, make her shy, and make her climb to the top of Mount Olympus in despair.

"I have something important to discuss with her." Aaron swore that this time it was really something important!
Really? I don't believe it~ Eilistraee answered Aaron with her eyes, but the masked witch still told Aaron that Zariel had woken up and was with Eleanor.

Are these two really sisters?
Aquitaine Palace, Royal City of Dorne.

With the establishment of Aaron's kingdom of God, Eleanor naturally moved Aquitaine from the Sunset Territory to the border area. The pastor lady naturally chose a good place in the royal city that was closest to Aaron's main palace, and took a nearby spring garden for herself.

"You're going to deal with Mephistopheles?"

Zariel, wearing a classic ancient Greek style Paradise Mountain chiffon dress and a pure white bodysuit with a wing pattern, subconsciously clamped her legs together when she saw Aaron appear. She moved Eleanor in front of her with fear and a little desire, and only felt relieved when she heard that Aaron came to her for "business".

If she continues like this, she will not be able to take revenge on Yeenoghu and Bayer. Before the army of revenge is even formed, she has already been played around by Aaron. Yesterday, Eleanor asked her why there was a row of "positive" characters written in golden ink on her thigh, and Zariel was completely speechless.

She couldn't tell Eleanor that this was what happened in the role-playing episode "The Angel Judge Under Duress"?

"Yes, I received a deal from the magic goddess Midnight. I helped her rescue Elminster, and she agreed to open up the magic network to me and divide the priesthood of 'chaos magic' to Charlotte." Aaron pulled Eleanor over and hugged her like a pillow. Eleanor, who was only wearing a pure white knee-length dress and soft white tights, said, "Do you know about Mephistopheles?"

The priest lady and the Seraph Messenger are both born with white silk holy bodies, and Aaron likes to stack them together.

"When I was the Grand Duke of Avernus, I was busy with bloody battles. But if you ask the Lord of the Eighth Hell, I do have something to tell you." Zariel whispered, "The Eighth Hell is a place that is unlikely to be touched by mortals, but you are already a medium-level god, and you are not without the ability to protect yourself... Sometimes I am really surprised that Eleanor didn't know whether she was lucky or had a pair of far-sighted eyes to choose you directly from countless men."

"How could I not!" Eleanor in Aaron's arms blushed with shame, especially in front of Zariel, who was her life mentor, elder, and savior, she buried her head in Aaron's chest like an ostrich.

What made her most ashamed was that she was discovered to have a breastfeeding physique that was blessed by Su Lun.

Zariel also sighed in his heart, thinking that the pure girl he rescued at the beginning had been completely trained and turned into Aaron by the time they met again.

Oh, it would be sooner or later that I would be like this... Zariel thought that maybe this was not a bad thing, so she told Aaron about the Lord of the Eighth Hell.

Mephistopheles, the Lord of the Eighth Hell, is actually a former high-ranking angel. When Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells, fought against the invasion of the abyss for many years as the Seraph of Heaven, Mephistopheles was his close comrade-in-arms.

After that, the two of them fell together. Due to their close relationship, Asmodeus naturally let Mephisto take charge of the eighth hell - Carnia, a world where the thickness of the ice layer can be calculated in kilometers as the basic unit.

The Eighth Hell has the second most elite devils after the Ninth Hell, and the environment here determines that countless permanent fortresses are located in the gloomy and terrifying wilderness, and eventually collide with the giant towering mountains.

Although Mephistopheles has a close relationship with Asmodeus, he has been secretly planning something over the years. Ever since he obtained the Tome of Salian from Aaron, the Lord of the Eighth Hell has been committed to creating an innovative arcane breakthrough of "Hellfire". To this end, Mephistopheles did not hesitate to spend a lot of divine power to bestow it on mortals, so that every mortal who believes in him can use powerful hell spells. However, for the Hell of Baator, which is extremely hungry for souls, the Lord of the Eighth Hell let his servants spare the lives of those cultists so that his sect can expand its influence and recruit more members.

Even though Mephistopheles will eventually reap a bountiful harvest of corrupted souls, his current expansion has left him with a shortfall. He has been borrowing divine energy from his fellow dukes, especially Dispater and Levistus, with an alarming appetite. If Mephistopheles wins this gamble, his personal power will increase dramatically, and his demonic cult will be far more powerful than any of his rivals.

But if he failed, he would be in a near-eternal debt to his fellow archdukes.

"Each of us devil dukes is closely watching Mephistopheles' plan. We are eager to see his failure, curious about the details of his plan, wary of his possible success, and ready to hinder him at any time." Zariel concluded: "The Eighth Hell is out of reach at ordinary times, but perhaps we can launch a sneak attack through the portal that the believers use to go to Carnia. If you can give me enough troops, I am somewhat confident that I can rescue Elminster you want."

"A surprise attack?" Aaron was interested: "For example... airdropping a group of Hell Divers to Kania?"

"When? I can do it anytime!" Zariel's eyes lit up, his desire to kill was rising!

"Very quickly. Very quickly."

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The endless deep space outside the multiverse, the main material universe, the subspace, and the chaotic demon realm.

Today is truly a good day for the Four Chaos Gods. After the battle between Aaron and the Spider Queen of Salian, the drow elves who were willing to continue following Rose entered the Chaos Realm.

In the Chaos Pact Palace burning with colorful flames, Khorne, the Lord of Skulls, and Slaanesh, the Prince of Pleasure, were sipping yerba mate tea brewed with the blood of the drow elves. Tzeentch was busy analyzing the magic of the drow elves, and Nurgle was busy working on Lolth, so only two gods were present.

"The number of souls collected by others is decreasing year by year, but Aaron Salian sent an Elf God and 330,000 elves at one time. How can he collect so many elves?" Khorne held a teacup made of elf skulls and said, "Something is wrong."

"Heh, during this deification, Aaron Salian collected at least three true gods, one quasi-god, and countless other elves. In addition to those reported to us, he also secretly kept the souls of at least 200,000 grey elves. Some of them were placed in the border area of ​​his own kingdom, and some were placed in the Underdark, the private land of the Chaos Dwarves and the Grey Elves."

"There is another piece of news. A month ago, Rogal Dorn and his companions pretended to be on a pilgrimage and sailed back to Holy Terra, the headquarters of the False Emperor, the God of Corpses." Slaanesh showed the intelligence to Khorne: "This is the news sent back by my champion who was planted in the kingdom."

As Slaanesh described, Khorne's breathing became heavier. He slammed the teacup on the table fiercely. "Okay, three true gods, hundreds of thousands of heads, divide them here and there, do you think that the four of us brothers are fake? Our four powers of chaos seem to be specially used for Aaron's deification!"

"Aaron? Go for it!" Khorne stood up from his brass throne, furious. "What else are you telling us? How dare you refuse to comfort your brothers? Since we want it, just send this spider mother to us. And you told Abaddon that he would send a group of elves to build my throne?"

"Our God!" Khorne grabbed the account book written on elven leather by Slaanesh on the table and threw it angrily: "Aaron takes three plus one! The four of us share one! Do you still want us to thank this bastard?!!"

The rage of Khorne's sound waves shattered the entire Chaos Pact Palace within a radius of dozens of square kilometers! The blood-colored blades of divine power flew everywhere, cutting steel like tofu. The blood-colored blades of divine power as vast as a galaxy killed no one else but its own demon prince. 888 heads of Khorne's demon princes flew up, and blood rushed wildly!

The Four Chaos Gods have always thought that they have been generous enough to Aaron. If the faith is divided into 6 for you and 4 for us, we will accept it. If it really doesn't work, you can take 7 and we will take 3, we will also accept it.

As a result, Aaron now gets four, and the four of them only get one!
This really made Khorne's good brother so angry that his heart was about to explode and his teeth were broken!
"I also got some news. Aaron seems to be planning to divide our power among his four women. Once his plan is completed, we will no longer be able to receive faith and souls from the Kingdom of the Sky." Slaanesh signaled Khorne not to be angry. Although Khorne's rage made the Dark Prince very happy, he still wanted to see Khorne's more inappropriate reaction: "He is already planning, and Zariel, the angel you want most, has fallen into his hands!"

"Ahhh!" Khorne roared like a bull. "Call Archaon! Call Archaon!"

Slaanesh rejoices.

However, Khorne's fury did not last long. When he asked his Great Daemon to call the Chaos Apocalypse Marshal over, the King of Skulls spat sulfur from his nostrils and said, "Tell Archaon not to worry. Don't let him get beaten by that God of the Realm like we did last time."

"Of course." Slaanesh thought for a moment and decided to add fuel to the fire: "And we must also pay attention to the movements of the Corpse False Emperor. Tzeentch has news that Aaron and the False Emperor have a close connection."

"What Tzeentch meant... Is the Fifth Chaos God also in contact with the False Emperor?" Khorne turned around and laughed at Slaanesh's news: "When did Tzeentch say that Nurgle and I were in contact with the False Emperor?"

"He doesn't dare to do that."

"He has dared to do that!" Khorne said angrily, "Tzeentch is never trustworthy. And you, Shalesh, don't think I don't know what you want to do? Isn't it that while I am distracting my attention to Aaron, your Slaanesh Knights will come out in full force?"

"...The best confession is to focus on companionship, my dear." Slaanesh did not deny this.

"It's the same as always. We can't be assured if any of us go out. So, it's time." Khorne looked towards the wide-open Chaos Gate: "He's coming."

The earth trembled at his coming, the mountains gushed boiling blood, the wild plains churned, the sharp grasses turned into hissing three-headed serpents. Crimson, purple, and reddish flames roared in the sky, and the worst evils crawled from their lairs in response to their premonitions. Lakes boiled, forests burned, and the armies of darkness roared in victory.

A tall figure stood before all the demons, holding a flaming sword and riding a three-headed demon chariot. The monster's outstretched wings were as wide as a castle gate.

The Eternal Chosen, the Supreme Chaos Marshal of Apocalypse, the Destroyer of Worlds has arrived. He brings with him the wrath of the dark gods and wants to split the throne of the self-proclaimed god in two from top to bottom. The ancient hatred has been thrown aside.

The Four Chaos Gods will hand over all their military forces to the supreme being before them.

Kill, conquer, and then... destroy!