Hill, once again focusing his attention on the giant screen, felt a little bewildered.
If these two ladies really had problems, then their acting skills had to be on the level of legendary performers.
But upon closer inspection, they did indeed have some little tricks of their own.
Yet if one looked at those male Order Gods, anyone could see that their hands were not exactly idle either.
The lights were all white, unfortunately each had its own shade of white and its own way of flashing.
"According to the rules at the summit of Mount Celestia..." Ao stared for a while before suddenly realizing that his two daughters had both been distracted by the scene of five gods, five colors, each harboring their own little schemes. "As long as you are not plotting against your own people, whatever you want, you obtain through your own ability.
"As long as you still wish to remain on the uppermost level of Mount Celestia, you must abide by this rule."
Shar suddenly asked thoughtfully, "So that was why Asmodeus had a chance to catch his breath and find a way out for himself?
"I remember you mentioning that although the Life Pool had failed to stop your reckless overdevelopment, it still secured an openly equal status for the Combat Angels?"
"Yes." Ao answered crisply. "As long as he was still willing to defend Mount Celestia against the invasion of Demons, this rule could not exclude him or the Combat Angels.
"This rule remained useful to him even after he went to Hell."
"This restraint went both ways, didn't it?" As an old hand at exploiting loopholes, Selûne immediately grasped the key point. "If it only restricted Mount Celestia, Asmodeus could never have joined hands with the Bottomless Abyss. No matter how much