Chapter 357: Angels Resurrect the God of the Bible, True Resurrection Goes Wrong

Hearing this, the Holy Father opened his mouth as if to say something, but finally sighed and said.

"If the High Elf lineage where the Mother of God resides has no power to resist you, may I act as an envoy to persuade them to surrender?"

Su Nian looked at the Holy Father in surprise, then smiled.

"Fine."

After he agreed to this matter, he looked up at the Holy Father, thought for a moment, and asked with some curiosity.

"Speaking of which, what is the relationship between you and the Mother of God?"

Upon hearing this, the Holy Father looked at Su Nian with a strange expression, as if asking how he knew she had a relationship with the Mother of God.

However, strange as it was, the Holy Father still answered very seriously.

"It is probably a relationship similar to mother and daughter; after all, from the moment I was born, the Mother of God began to educate me."

"Many of the techniques I first learned were the techniques of the High Elves from that side."

Hearing this, Su Nian narrowed his eyes curiously; gossip, he loved this the most.

"So that's how it is; does that mean as long as I take down the Mother of God, I can become the Holy Father?"

Hearing this, the Holy Father was stunned for a moment, then glared fiercely at Su Nian.

You, a Holy Son, should not be acting like a rebellious son trying to usurp his mother!!

And besides, I am the one who is the Holy Father, okay? It's already generous of me not to make you call me 'Daddy'!

The Holy Father had a dark face and said nothing, only cursing Su Nian in her heart.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't beat Su Nian, she would definitely make Su Nian experience what it means for a father's love to be as heavy as a mountain, and what filial piety is.

It seems she must properly warn the Mother of God later, lest she fall into Su Nian's trap.

She certainly wouldn't want to wake up one day and suddenly find she had an extra father; that would be even more terrifying than waking up to find someone else in her bed.

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore; it's time to prepare to set the stage."

Su Nian waved his hand with a smile, stopping his actions just as the Holy Father was about to bristle.

It wasn't good to bully an honest person like the Holy Father too much; if she really got angry, it would be hard to clean up the mess.

"By the way, you should know Indra's next goal, right?"

Su Nian said this, looking at the Holy Father.

"Uh..."

The Holy Father hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said.

"They are too honest in front of me; I have no way to put myself in their mindset."

"And I never needed to use schemes to plot against them in the past."

Su Nian was stunned by the Holy Father's statement.

What do you mean they are too honest? What do you mean you don't need schemes to plot against others?

What kind of Mythology-version super intelligence is this: 'Just use your super strength'?

Thinking of this, Su Nian felt subtle, but said with an unchanging expression.

"Dragon-slaying Angel Samael; after all, the Khaos Brigade and Ophis that Indra has raised for so long were not raised for nothing."

However, as Su Nian said this, his gaze toward the Holy Father became even stranger.

One could only say the Holy Father truly had great strength; the things she casually created were so highly targeted.

Samael was hidden in Greek Hell, and now it had fallen into Su Nian's hands.

To be fair, this Samael's anti-dragon attribute was truly a bit too outrageous.

Even though Samael itself didn't even reach the Five-digit level, it was able to leap across two major tiers to directly plunder Ophis's power.

The Holy Father was indeed a bit too outrageous.

Not even the attribute suppression in Little Garden was this outrageous.

Is it really just 'suppression is greater than heaven, and special attacks can kill gods'?

Samael's anti-dragon special attack had indeed reached the level of killing gods.

"Then do you need me to create a few more Samaels?"

The Holy Father said very straightforwardly; Samael was a tool she had made back then to target the Infinite Dragon God and Great Red.

After all, who could guarantee whether these two dragons would threaten humanity one day?

They were simply too dangerous.

"No need."

Su Nian's mouth twitched as he said this; what kind of 'Batman', is this really the kind of person you are, Holy Father?

One was enough to almost kill Ophis, and you want to make a few more?

"Forget it, you'd better just quietly listen to my arrangements."

Su Nian waved his hand helplessly; the Holy Father had been invincible for too long, and no schemes had ever stayed in her mind for even a moment.

But Su Nian also understood that if he had such strength, his brain would probably have atrophied even more severely than the Holy Father's.

But who could blame the environment of Little Garden for being too harsh? Two-digit beings cannot enter the field and can only influence from the shadows; Three-digit beings cannot appear and can only use Avatars to cultivate forces; as for Four-digit? They can barely sit at the table.

So almost everyone is caught in the rat race.

As for the last one who didn't need to use her brain and suppressed everything, leading to her brain atrophying—Shiroyasha—no one knows her current situation better than Su Nian.

Su Nian silently arranged the Holy Father's position at the same table as Shiroyasha; the only thing the Holy Father was better at than Shiroyasha was that she understood technology better and had better craftsmanship.

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Underworld, Devil City, Council of Malice Headquarters.

In front of the four empty thrones in the center, figures, some old and some mature, sat around a semicircular conference table.

This was the council hall of the Devil Council.

The various figures present are those who, representing the major Pure-blooded Devil lineages and Extra-territorial Devil Heads of Household, have obtained the title of Upper Council member.

According to lineage seats, the total count reaches 139 people.

Of course, the number of people currently present is only seventy-three.

And these seventy-three people are the figures who, aside from the Four Great Satan, stand at the pinnacle of Devil power.

Zeoticus Gremory is one of these seventy-three council members.

As the incumbent Head of Household of the Gremory Clan and the biological father of the Demon King Sirzechs Gremory, his seat is relatively very far forward, second only to the old fossils of the Great King Bael family, sitting in the second position on the left side of the central area.

However, the height of a position does not necessarily represent a Devil's status.

Compared to those Pure-blooded Devil families who participated in the Great War of the Three Factions, fought against the God of the Bible, and were created by the Mother of Devils, Lilith, Zeoticus is merely a newcomer.

Consequently, not many people present actually care about his opinion; what they care about is the Demon King Lucifer whom he represents.

At this moment, Zeoticus, who had been accompanying the senile old fogies to discuss major matters, yawned and slowly woke up.

Half-asleep and half-awake—that's right, he was sleeping during the Devil Conference.

After all, his appearance here was just to participate; what else could he do besides sleep?

"What is the current agenda?"

Having woken up and yawned, Zeoticus asked the guard behind him.

"Is it still about the mysterious disappearance of that three-headed dog kept by the Underworld Alliance in Hell?"

"That agenda has already passed; what is currently being discussed is the Angels spending a large sum of money to purchase Phoenix tears in bulk."

"The Angels' business? Why didn't you remind me?"

Zeoticus was startled and asked in astonishment.

But before the guard could speak, Zeoticus couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

"Could it be that what Sirzechs said is true? The Angels are planning to resurrect the God of the Bible, and something actually went wrong with the resurrection?"

The air instantly fell silent.

Although Zeoticus's voice was very soft, everyone present was at least a top-tier Devil, so their hearing was naturally extraordinary.

Unless Zeoticus hadn't made a sound at all, even if it were just the movement of his lips, professional personnel would read his lip movements.

"Zeoticus, what did you just say? Who had a problem with their resurrection?"

Two old guys who were currently pulling each other's beards and collars, bruised and swollen, stopped their actions and asked in disbelief.

These were the Heads of Household of the Amon family and the Gusion family; they had started fighting due to some conflicts of interest.

Or rather, it wasn't just them; all the old things present had fought to some degree.

After all, this is what Devils are; Devils have always respected strength, and the best way to convince others is to speak with one's fists.

It's just that now it was obvious that the news Zeoticus had just blurted out was so shocking that they had forgotten the interests they were currently fighting over.

After all, the distribution of interests can be discussed again at any time, but the opportunity to hinder the resurrection of the God of the Bible only comes once.

If the God of the Bible really came back from the dead, that would be very unfriendly for the Devils.

They, the Devils, don't want to suddenly return to a primitive society one day and become chiefs in a primitive Devil tribe.

"Hm? What's wrong? Why has everyone stopped arguing?"

Zeoticus rubbed his eyes and looked at the assembled Devils with some confusion, saying with sleepy eyes.

"Without the sound of your arguing and fighting, I can't even fall asleep."

After all, he had been joining the Devil Council for hundreds of years, and they had been arguing and making noise for hundreds of years; his sleeping habits had long since changed.

The louder the noise outside, the more soundly he slept.

"Alright, Zeoticus, don't sleep anymore; tell us in detail what happened with the God of the Bible?"

An aged but vigorous voice came from Zeoticus's ear.

It was the old guy from the Great King Bael family in the seat next to him who spoke, while a powerful hand slapped his shoulder.

It felt very much like if you don't explain in detail, I won't let you go.

The other Devil council members around them swarmed over like sharks that had smelled blood.

"Why are you all crowding so tightly? Don't you see that Brother Jiamengli can't even breathe fresh air?"

The old guy from the Bael family waved his hand, telling everyone to disperse.

"Continue, how should we proceed to stop the God of the Bible from resurrecting?"

Stop... resurrecting... Zeoticus's expression gradually became playful.

In fact, this sentence just now was something he had deliberately revealed at the instruction of his son, all to clear out these old things who occupied high positions among the Devils and hindered the progress of the new generation of Devils.

The water here is very deep; it is said that it was discussed between that Holy Son and Sirzechs.

If it weren't for the Holy Son acting quickly, these old things would have already been killed by Sirzechs.

Now it is just letting them exert their final bit of residual heat.

(End of this chapter)