Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

In Hell, Ronan looked at a girl kneeling on the ground in front of him and spoke.

This girl is the Countess of Hell, possessing the ability to alter faith.

This world has existed for over ten thousand years, and besides Vobak and Regina, there are naturally other goddesses.

According to the girl, she worshipped the god of deceit and lies. Because the god's authority was considered too blasphemous, the relevant sects were wiped out hundreds of years ago.

Only some remains in Hell, which is beyond the reach of Heaven.

Ronan felt that she could be of use.

The girl slowly raised her eyes, exhaled, and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes, which had been filled with panic.

Ronan looked away and turned to Barnier beside him, asking:

"Are there only so many demons with real value?"

"After subduing them, what's next?"

"How can I become the Lord of Hell?"

Barnier glanced at the girl, his hand supporting his chin, a thoughtful gesture in his gaze.

His gaze swept past Ulysses, who was intently fiddling with something nearby, and then he held up two fingers, offering two solutions:

“It’s very simple, my lord.”

"To entrust Hell to us for management, and to allow us to mobilize troops at any time if you need them, is a poor choice."

"The middle strategy is to establish a nation in Hell, and you become the king of Hell. Currently, although there are some cities in Hell, they are not organized into a cohesive system."

"Your presence will undoubtedly give them a strong boost."

Ronan frowned slightly; he wasn't satisfied with either of these methods.

"What's the best course of action?" he pressed.

Barnier sighed:

"The best course of action... that's a bit troublesome. Let me ask you this: you're not a god originally from this world, are you? Do you possess a divine kingdom?"

Ronan raised an eyebrow.

What is the connection between God's Kingdom and Hell?

Wait a minute, he remembered.

In fact, to this day, he is not a true god. He has divine power, divine authority, and a divine body, but no divine personality.

That is the very foundation of the existence of gods, and is inextricably linked to the world they inhabit.

Normally, not having a divine status isn't a big problem; it just means there's a chance of being resurrected after death.

However, what is incomplete is still incomplete. No matter how much you explain it, it is never truly whole.

Thinking of this, Ronan's brows relaxed slightly, and he asked:

"I truly do not have a divine kingdom. Do you intend to turn hell into my divine kingdom?"

Barnier nodded and answered affirmatively, "Yes. Let us, and all the demons, be refined into a part of you."

In Barnier's view, only Ronan could do this.

Because all other gods, without exception, are filled with aversion to demons.

Hearing this answer, Ronan snapped out of his reverie, let out a soft breath, and nodded, saying, "You've certainly got a good plan. Fine."

He put his hands behind his back, gazed at the blood-red mountains in the distance, and thought to himself that this should be the last important thing he could do in hell.

It can perfectly fill the last missing piece of its own puzzle.

With this in mind, he began to try to capture the core of the world, following the method the goddess had taught him.

Not long after, after three failures, he finally managed to grasp a sliver of willpower.

"do you died?"

In Ronan's perception, that wisp of will was lifeless and devoid of any vitality.

Even when held firmly in one's grasp, it passively maintains the stability of hell, without struggling.

It's probably a pre-programmed procedure.

Without much thought, it was refined in an instant.

In that instant.

Rumble—!

The mountains and rivers of hell seemed to tremble violently as they lost their overseer.

Barnier struggled to steady himself, while the other demons staggered and some even fell to their knees with a thud.

"Wait a minute, I'm still in hell!"

Alice's great-grandmother could no longer contain herself and cried out anxiously.

Even if you're going to refine Hell, you should at least release yourself.

She is currently a demon; if she were to be refined, wouldn't that mean...?

Damn it, her eyes instantly lost their color.

but.

It's too late to escape now.

I can only hope that the curse is lifted and that after I return to being human, the impact of this incident won't be too severe.

With a deep sigh, the violent tremors, resembling an 8-magnitude earthquake, gradually subsided after a short while.

……

The cessation of the tremors signifies the success of the refining process.

Five seconds later, Ronan opened his eyes.

Ambilight.

He reached out and loosely clenched his fist, a feeling of unprecedented satisfaction filling his heart:

"Is this the power of a manager?"

After refining Hell, he discovered that a world was far from the limit of his abilities.

The limit seems to be related to the strength of the soul. In his current state, he can probably still rule two more worlds.

"interesting."

Ronan chuckled, feeling increasingly that his actions were meaningful, and he was now full of energy.

Barnier then cautiously stepped forward and asked Ronan how he was doing.

Ronan glanced at him sideways: "I'm fine, better than ever before."

After he finished speaking, information about Barnier popped up in front of him.

The Duke is thirteen thousand years old.

Level: Max level.

"Yes, after becoming the ruler of the world, I will be able to view the data of any creature living in this world directly."

"I think I can understand how the goddess felt back then, facing someone whose every metric was unknown..."

Ronan shook his head slightly, filled with emotion, then turned his gaze to Alice's great-grandmother and gestured for her to come closer.

"Let me lift the curse for you. We're actually family, just from very different generations."

……

At the same time.

in the room.

"Sizzle".

As Frilian listened to Eris's story, she picked up the perfume bottle and gently pressed it against her skin twice.

She smelled the fragrance in the air, and although she understood the purpose of the perfume, she still had some doubts.

"Would increasing my charm be effective in persuading Ronan? He seems to have some kind of immunity to negative status effects."

“It’s alright, that’s why it’s reserved for gods.” Eris gripped Frilian’s hand tightly and said solemnly.

"The future of the Celestial Realm rests on your shoulders, Miss Frilian."

“Neither Aqua nor I wanted to see the war break out. In order to make amends, the higher-ups had planned to send Aqua and me out.”

"But I know that Lord Ronan would not take advantage of someone in distress, so he instead asked for this alluring perfume, hoping that it could be put to good use."

Her tone was filled with deep emotion, and she sighed softly after speaking.

Frillie nodded slightly, understanding the importance of the matter.

She glanced at the perfume, then looked away, her expression thoughtful, a hint of seriousness in her eyes.

"I'll do my best."

Chapters 256 and 257, "Returning to the Human World," bring the atmosphere to a climax.

"Phew—finally out! The long-awaited fresh air, thank you, Lord Ronan."

Apart from Axel, Ronan appeared in the world with a group of demon dukes.

Alice's great-grandmother took a deep breath.

She closed her eyes, feeling the gentle breeze caress her cheeks, then opened them to gaze at the lush green grass around her, her eyes brimming with uncontainable joy.

For two hundred years, she had dreamed of seeing these things!

Ronan turned to look at her, his eyes calm as still water:

"There's no need to thank me, nor to call me 'sir,' I've already said that..."

"Yes, I know. But even so, it cannot erase the fact that you saved my life."