"Welcome to the Tower of Urm," Mordenkainen said, sizing Aoko up. "You look like the Chosen of some goddess of magic, but I don't know you, and you don't seem to have anything to do with that old fellow Elminster."
"You can think of it that way," Aoko said, taking the lead as she descended from the air onto the roof of Mordenkainen's wizard tower. "My identity is somewhat different from that of the Chosen, but I can do anything they can. This time, I came to Avernus on behalf of—" Su Heng sneered. The other party's so-called mercy was probably to cripple him, then keep him caged, ensuring he could never escape for the rest of his life.
"Then swear that you won't demand anything from me because of the wish I make. I don't need to pay any price in any form, because you are an omnipotent and benevolent god." Zhang Qingyang grew a little guilty as he spoke.
He wanted to ask, but after thinking it over, decided against it. Afraid of embarrassing her, he let her believe that no one knew.
The Black Flood Dragon King had previously explained what a divine embryo was, but he had not said whether demonic beasts could still survive after being condensed into divine form.
Covell picked up his glass of red wine, watching the performance while savoring the wine. Wenwen felt deeply uncomfortable at the sight.
Stuffing a basketball into one's belly and carrying it around for ten months was already unbearably hard. Even at night, one could not put the basketball down—how painful would that be?
Those two were troublemaking demons even in the heavens, and with Marshal Tianpeng, a disciple of the Three Teachings, beside them, no matter how he looked at it, he was at a