95: Chapter 95

Dulio Gesualdo nodded. "Yes, you are the only one suitable for this."

"Only if you are the one to do it will it not reignite the old grudges between the Three Factions."

"These past few days, Master and Azazel have been laying plans in secret."

"They have been quietly luring all those extremists from Heaven, the Church, and Grigori together."

"Only by completely eliminating these unstable elements can the subsequent plan be foolproof."

After listening, Luo Yu fully understood Michael and Azazel's intentions.

Those extremists were too unstable; no one could guarantee what they might do during The Great War.

They might defect directly or simply avoid the battle.

This would be a fatal blow to military morale.

Most importantly, these guys valued their lives too much; how could they possibly throw their lives away for a god who had completely disappeared?

In their eyes, such behavior was simply incredibly stupid.

Although Luo Yu was shocked by the ruthlessness of Michael and Azazel, he still felt that this decision was correct.

They were worthy of being big shots who could control a faction; they didn't hesitate at all when it was time to act. "Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Luo Yu's tone was calm.

He was now tied to the same boat as Michael's angelic revenge plan; they would flourish or perish together, so there was no point in shirking.

"According to Governor Azazel's wishes, let that Fallen Angels cadre within Grigori make the first move."

"Pick an extremist, cause a little stir, and lure those people to Kuoh Town."

Luo Yu suddenly spoke up: "The attack on the New Maou Castle in the Underworld by the Fallen Angels before, that was at Azazel's instigation, right?"

Dulio Gesualdo was a bit surprised: "You are quite well-informed."

He had intended to bring this up himself, but he didn't expect Luo Yu to already know.

This operation, logically speaking, was only known to Master Michael and Azazel; he had only been informed after the fact.

"Serafall probed me about this several times just now."

"Probed?"

Dulio Gesualdo's heart tightened: "Has the Underworld already figured something out?"

If that were the case, then their upcoming plan would face complications.

No one wanted to see this situation.

"That possibility cannot be ruled out. The Underworld cannot be underestimated; after all, they are the strongest faction among the Three Factions on the surface."

Dulio Gesualdo did not refute this.

Even though he was from Heaven, he understood in his heart that if they really fought, Heaven was indeed inferior to the Underworld to some extent.

Their top-tier combat power was a cut below.

Sirzechs Lucifer and Ajuka Beelzebub were both among the world's top ten powerhouses.

Of course, when it came to the combined Maou-Class combat power, the Underworld was far inferior to Heaven.

But once the war starts...

The existence of a Super Devil was enough to change the course of a large-scale battle.

Unless Heaven used the trump card left behind by that god—a card capable of dragging any pantheon down to mutual destruction.

Luo Yu recounted the conversation he had just had with Serafall to Dulio Gesualdo, word for word.

After listening, Dulio Gesualdo fell silent.

Dulio Gesualdo spoke first: "Let's leave this matter for Master and the others to decide. If the Underworld can be temporarily stabilized and not jump out to cause trouble while our plan is underway, even if we really form a superficial alliance of the Three Factions, it won't be a big deal."

Luo Yu nodded, thinking the same thing: "I think so too."

The Underworld was not the target they were dealing with this time.

If they could avoid dragging it in, it was best not to alarm it at this critical juncture.

If the Underworld really figured out their plans, the ideal result would be for them to stand by and watch. But more likely, they would intervene.

This didn't mean the Underworld wanted to oppose them.

The problem was that Michael intended to sacrifice the entire Heaven.

If something went wrong, the Underworld would also suffer.

After all, in terms of spatial structure, Heaven and the Underworld were completely opposite directions. If something happened on one side, the other side definitely wouldn't be able to escape.

Saying they were going to stop it was actually also to save their own lives.

Thinking of this, Luo Yu spoke again: "However, Dulio Gesualdo, those extremists in your Church and Grigori are not simple-minded; they won't really let you lead them by the nose."

He felt that Michael and Azazel were thinking too optimistically about the situation.

It was impossible for that group of extremists to all foolishly swarm into Kuoh Town, waiting to be slaughtered by him.

There were probably quite a few people in the Three Realms who knew what he, the Red Dragon Emperor, had done in Kuoh Town.

I heard that many pantheons were on the verge of designating Kuoh Town as a restricted area.

Thinking of this, Luo Yu himself felt a bit amused.

He had never thought that he would be able to earn this kind of "honor."

"That is indeed true."

Dulio Gesualdo did not refute this, and continued to explain: "So Master's idea is to use the Holy Sword to lure them over first. According to our understanding, there is a Fallen Angels cadre within Grigori who has always wanted to seize the Holy Sword to incite a war between the Three Factions."

"Kokabiel."

Dulio Gesualdo was stunned for a moment, not expecting Luo Yu to know even this.

"There is nothing strange about that." Luo Yu's tone was flat, "Kokabiel has never been convinced by Azazel as Governor within Grigori; I heard about this long ago."

"Is that so..."

A trace of doubt flashed in Dulio Gesualdo's heart.

Is that really the case?

But since Luo Yu said so, he didn't intend to keep questioning.

These small matters were not worth dwelling on.

There was quite a bit of water in Luo Yu's words.

His understanding of Kokabiel did not come from hearing it from others, but from the inside information he had long known from the plot of his past life.

Kokabiel was an out-and-out war maniac who dreamed of inciting a new round of The Great War.

In his view, as long as the war started, the Fallen Angels would have a chance to turn things around.

He didn't know where this guy got his confidence from.

In terms of the true combat power ranking of the Three Factions, the Underworld ranked first, Heaven second, and Grigori ranked last.

But Heaven could not be calculated by conventional logic.

If all the trump cards left behind by the Creator God back then were taken out, both the Underworld and Grigori would suffer heavy losses.

Don't forget—

During The Great War, Michael only borrowed a bit of the Creator God's power and directly dragged the First Generation Four Great Demon Kings of the Underworld and most of the high-ranking Fallen Angels to their graves with him.

Whether Heaven still had similar cards, Luo Yu could not guess.

The Dulio Gesualdo in front of him probably didn't know either; the only one in the entire Heaven who knew the details was likely Michael himself.

Luo Yu did not believe that if Michael really wanted to deal a fatal blow to Shiva's group, he would only have the option of burning his boats—risking the entire Heaven.

Of course, this move was ruthless enough.

But to say there were no other means kept in reserve, Luo Yu would never believe it, even if he died.

"We intend to create an illusion for you that you are not in Kuoh Town, in order to lure those extremists out."

Dulio Gesualdo said.

"I actually have a better idea."

Luo Yu had previously asked the Chaos Karma Dragon Tiamat to contact other dragon species, hadn't he?

He might as well use this opportunity to leave Kuoh Town openly and aboveboard.

Anyway, the news of the Chaos Karma Dragon helping him find dragon species could not be hidden from the gods of the Three Realms.

It was perfect to exploit the time difference.

"Using dragon species as a cover? This idea is indeed good."

After listening to Luo Yu's plan, Dulio Gesualdo nodded; it was logical and well-founded.

In this way, even if it couldn't be seamless, it was much better than the plan they had in Heaven before.

Those extremists probably wouldn't be as timid as before.

The two discussed for a while longer, and Dulio Gesualdo's magic projection dissipated.

"Chaos Karma Dragon Tiamat, don't disappoint me."

Luo Yu's gaze passed through the window and looked into the distance.

Norse Pantheon.

Birds chirped crisply, and the scent of flowers permeated the air.

A group of heroic Valkyries patrolled back and forth over the Divine Realm.

In the center, a temple stood majestically; it was the temple of Odin, imposing and dignified, making people afraid to look directly at it.

Inside the temple—

The one-eyed Odin stood at the edge of the Divine Realm, his gaze carrying a hint of surprise as he looked towards the northern region.

"Tiamat? What is she doing in the North?"

He frowned, and the name of one of the Five Great Dragon Kings appeared in his mind—Chaos Karma Dragon.

Judging by the direction, she was flying towards the lair of Jörmungandr.

Odin remembered that there shouldn't have been any dealings between these two for a long time.

He pondered for a moment but couldn't figure out the purpose of Tiamat's trip.

However, there was no killing intent or hostility on the other party.

Since that was the case, he didn't need to go and ask.

As the Supreme God of the Norse Pantheon, making enemies for the pantheon casually was something only an idiot would do.

Odin withdrew his gaze and paid no more attention.

On the sea surface, a huge dragon shadow cut through the sky.

Tiamat's body cast a large shadow, and the waves surged beneath her.

Just then, a low voice came from all directions.

"Tiamat, what are you doing here?"

The voice made the seawater tremble.

Tiamat stopped her movements, her tone flat.

"Jörmungandr, won't you invite me in to sit? That's not the rule of hospitality in your North."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sea surface suddenly split open.

A huge gap tore open from the middle, and the entire sea looked as if it had been split in two by a single blow.

The waves rolled along the sides of the fissure, revealing a bottomless trench.

Tiamat did not hesitate and dove directly into the fissure.

All the way down.

The surroundings were initially pitch black, where one couldn't see their own fingers.

Gradually, blue light appeared in her field of vision, like sunlight shining through the sea surface, shimmering with a dreamlike color.

At this moment, a grey dragon shadow, several times larger than Tiamat, appeared before her.

That huge dragon head made one's scalp tingle just looking at it.

And the dragon body coiled behind it was so long that the end of its tail couldn't be seen at all.

This was the Dragon of the End, Jörmungandr.

One of the Five Great Dragon Kings.

A dragon species created by Loki.

Its body was so massive that the Norse gods didn't know how to command it, and in the end, they could only let it sleep in the sea, sleeping until the end of the world before it would wake up to act.

Jörmungandr opened its mouth, its tone carrying a hint of laziness.

"My place here is nothing compared to your Familiar Forest; it's dry and dull."

Tiamat shook her head.

"Whether it's the Familiar Forest or this seabed of yours, in the end, they are just places to live; there is no difference."

She didn't wait for Jörmungandr to continue asking and directly spoke out the purpose of her trip.

"Jörmungandr, I have come this time to deliver a message on behalf of the Red Dragon Emperor."

"He asked me to request that you fulfill the promise made back then."

A trace of confusion appeared on Jörmungandr's huge dragon head.

Long periods of sleep made certain memories become blurred.

But not long after, those images became clearer and clearer, and it finally remembered.

"What does the Red Dragon Emperor want me to do..."

Helping the dragon race break their shackles was indeed a great favor.

But it didn't take direct action at that time; it only gave the Red Dragon Emperor a drop of its essence blood later, plus a promise.

"Conquer the Otherworld!"

Tiamat's tone was very heavy.

"Otherworld?"