You are all my wings!

"How exactly did you talk to that demon? I didn't hear any exchange. And it started advancing almost in the blink of an eye."

Clearly, she remained curious about that 'condition she couldn't refuse'.

Lyon then laughed and said, "In essence, these top-tier demonic prodigies have already prepared the foundation to advance to the level of divine prodigies. Although their achievements are not strong enough due to the fact that the interdimensional passage is not open, they can still directly alter their physical essence by using material miracle magic."

This is similar to his previous act of deceiving his own cells into being called "god cells."

With the advancement of the Deceptionist's rank, the transformation of mental power, the inherent knowledge of shadow-based magic, the enhancement of multiple modes, the inherent foundation of the top-tier demon, and the improvement of one's own fortune, directly deceiving its body into becoming an 'ascending divine demon' is clearly feasible.

In particular, since demons do not follow the path of ascending to godhood, their mental energy consumption for deception is only around thirty points.

Its body has undergone a transformation, so it naturally has to push for advancement, because once advancement begins, the consequences of failure are more severe than being killed after advancement.

Faced with a choice between two conflicting options, it naturally had no choice but to choose promotion.

"Tampering with its physical essence?"

Astalia's gaze towards Leon flickered slightly:

"I thought I had mastered your miraculous alchemy, but compared to you, the originator, I am indeed inferior. It seems there is still much to discuss and exchange with you in depth."

Lyon smiled.

In reality, interference fraud and miracle alchemy are different in direction and application. He simply habitually fabricated interference fraud into the fictitious miracle alchemy in order to create a 'true illusion within a false illusion'.

If we really want to communicate, we'll have to keep making things up, hoping to convincingly demonstrate our abilities.

"Of course, of course!"

"Let's go all out now and deal with the top-tier demonic entities within Castiga and Feherrotija as well. After that, we can find an opportunity to discuss this in detail tonight. I've already had so much inspiration for your magic; the path to the thirteenth tier is right before my eyes!"

A hint of excitement appeared in Astalia's eyes, and she even became much more talkative.

Before Lyon, the scene had already changed somewhat from the tranquil style at the beginning.

She had almost pinched Leon's cheek again.

I held back for a long time before I finally managed to suppress this thought.

……

Not far away, Britta looked thoughtfully at Lyon and the other two, then walked over to Ophimasso and Iris Magiru.

Camille was observing the dragon queen, Feiholuotijia, who was being suppressed on the ground, prostrate on the ground with her face turned upwards.

While observing, he also glanced at Leon and Astalia out of the corner of his eye, his eyes occasionally revealing a look of vigilance.

Margaret had just returned after dealing with the group of demons awaiting extermination, and noticed this scene as well, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

The reason for her surprise was that she noticed a subtle change in the way Astalia looked at Leon.

And she, being a deity herself, knew this change best; it was the look in her eyes that only appeared after a deity's 'overlooking' mindset had been detached.

It is full of genuine human warmth and contains many subtle emotions.

'Is it because we just dealt with the divine evil together?'

Or is it because of something else?

Margaret pondered to herself.

……

"Can you still separate the demon within Feherotija from her body?"

Astalia asked.

"My Lord, do you wish for a complete separation, or are you merely testing the waters?"

"Leon asked."

"If possible, we should completely separate them, then let them ascend to godhood before killing them."

Astalia said.

"That will be difficult. After all, the demon is already dead and has deeply integrated into Feiheluotijia's body. I can only interfere with the remaining demon particles in her body, but whether it can be perfectly separated depends on how well she digests it. Anyway, let's give it a try first."

At this moment, Leon and Astalia arrived together at the pit where Florodicja had been suppressed.

Here, Camille, who was also a dragon, was observing her and talking to her about something.

As you can see, despite her disheveled state, her graceful body out of control, and her purple hair disheveled, Feherrotija remained calm and was speaking serenely with Camille.

Noticing Lyon approaching, Florentiga stopped speaking, closed her bright, golden eyes, her long, slender purple eyelashes narrowed into a single line, and her expression remained serene and composed.

What were you talking about just now?

Lyon then asked Camille.

Camille said, "I talked to her about Tenia and the situation in the Dragonkin Empire."

"Are you going to start talking about Tenia right away?"

Lyon was surprised.

"Anyway, with the Goddess here, we're not afraid of her causing any trouble. We can take this opportunity to find out if this demigod empress has any ideas about the longevity race's battle for supremacy."

Camille said.

Lyon understood, but Camille remained very concerned about these matters.

He then asked, "What did Florodia say?"

"She told me that Tanya was indeed her biggest threat, but her goal was not to kill her, but to let her live longer and stay away from the Dragonkin Empire."

Camille said.

Lyon said thoughtfully, "Does she mean that within the Dragon Empire, there is someone else who truly wants Tanya dead?"

It's hard to say; perhaps Florentiga lied again.

However, at least one thing was clear from Leon's previous conversation with her: if she had arrived in the capital earlier, she would have had many opportunities to make a move against Tanya.

If Feherrotija is indeed the mastermind, then his mission "The Spark of the War of Conquest" would not be able to proceed.

Moreover, her claim that the demon was the culprit behind Tenya's being sent to Morites is likely true.

After all, she hadn't yet successfully resolved the problem of the demonic entity at that time, and her control over herself was limited.

It is quite possible that even within the Dragonkin Empire, there are many top-tier demonic geniuses lurking.

"That's what she said, but whether it's true or not is hard to say. You should ask her, since you're good at this. Her answer could be related to some important future developments."

As Camille spoke, she casually put her arm around Leon's shoulder, her expression intimate.

No, she was even a little wild, rubbing her cheek against Leon's cheek.

Beside her, Astalia suppressed the slightly lively expression on her face and revealed her signature serene smile.

When she smiled, Leon felt as if something was pricking his back.

Looking back, she noticed that not only Astalia had a subtle expression, but also Ophimaso, Britta, Margaret, Iris, and Machiru, who had all come over together and whose eyes were unsurprisingly fixed on her and Camille's faces.

Hamra, who was in the distance, also turned his gaze over, looking thoughtful.

Oh no, the war is over and people have let their guard down!

He hadn't yet come clean about his relationship with Camille!

The battleground has arrived so quickly?

"You want to interrogate the Empress?"

Ophim Marceau immediately brought up the topic.

Then, she forcefully approached Leon, grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him towards her, forcefully separating Camille from him.

"Miss Camille, when did you become so approachable with my husband?"

Although Ophimosa's rank is lower than Camille's, her current burst of power is comparable to that of a weak epic, so she is not afraid of her.

Camille laughed, sticking out her tongue to lick her rose-red lips, a smug look on her face:

"What a coincidence, Lyon is also my husband. Isn't that strange?"

husband?

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the women who had gathered around changed slightly.

A barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed in Astalia's eyes.

However, her gentle face still maintained a serene smile, showing no signs of change.

“We’re not just husband and wife in name, we’ve had a real relationship, and we’re so in love we can’t stand it.”

Camille's delicate face revealed a wild look, like someone eyeing prey. She clicked her tongue, then touched her lower abdomen and said:

“It wouldn’t be surprising if she were pregnant with Leon’s child someday.”

When it came to the topic of substantive relationships, the women managed to keep their eyes focused and didn't show any sharpness.

When the question was asked, "When will you have a seed in your arms?", Leon felt a chilling sensation on his back, as if the air temperature had dropped significantly, almost to below zero.

Although Ophimasso had anticipated this, he still did not expect things to progress so rapidly.

It's only been less than half a day!

She grabbed Leon's shoulders with a forced smile, her breath sweet as orchids in his ear:

"Honey, is your magic surge syndrome acting up again? What a coincidence, it just happened this time when we were together?"

Not only her, but Iris also looked aggrieved, pulling Leon closer, her beautiful emerald yellow eyes brimming with tears:

"Leon, am I not enough for you?"

Lyon's heart skipped a beat. Iris was actually crying?

No, he noticed a fleeting glint of cunning in Iris's eyes.

"Wow!" Leon exclaimed.

When did Elise's acting skills improve so dramatically?

He then looked at Magiru and Britta, who stood calmly to one side, seemingly not intending to speak.

Of course, it's also possible that one might selectively speak depending on the situation.

But at least he didn't cause any trouble, which is good news.

Before Leon could even catch his breath, he turned around and saw the cold glint in Astalia's eyes again, which stung his skin.

Damn, why is this goddess angry too?

Chapter 432 Astalia: Lyon is my man, you can't hurt him, understand?

Since Ophimasso initiated this attack, we should start with her.

As for Astalia, we'll find another opportunity to have a more in-depth conversation later.

"Ophie, you should know who I am."

Lyon turned around and put his arm around Ophimasso's waist.

"Of course I know, but I still hope you can explain clearly what Camille's situation is."

Ophim Marceau has a graceful face but sharp eyes.

“Leon, if you really feel that neither I nor Maggie can satisfy you, you can just say so.”

Iris once again displayed her newly acquired acting skills, gazing at Leon with teary eyes.

Lyon was exasperated; Iris was disrupting his rhythm again.

However, we really should say something more to solidify their thinking.

“Iris, you should understand me. I never care about whether you are satisfied or not. What I care about is whether you are safe and happy.”

Lyon took Iris's soft, white hand in his and said earnestly and affectionately:

"As for Camille and me, it was the same process as for you and Magiru. We fell in love without even realizing it... So, I was busy with the demons before and didn't have time to tell you. But now I must confess that Camille has indeed become my wife. But rest assured, my vow to you will always be the same, forever unchanging."

Iris didn't want to let Leon off so easily.

But seeing the deep affection in Lyon's eyes, and knowing that he had indeed been honest, she couldn't help but feel a slight unease.