It was already evening and he was in love!
Victo Dalton
Dalto
) thought this while studying a new mixture in the laboratory, and his heart was filled with happiness. He had never been so productive, so energetic, so thoughtful! The warmth in his chest got him through the day, completing years of research projects in the hours he waited for Winkel to summon him.
"I'm so happy!" Victor suddenly shouted.
"Me too!" His [Fetch] clone replied with equal enthusiasm, while Lynette dusted off the pocket dimension in the background. Over time, it will be seen as a magical inn with all the conveniences The benefits that come with it. “We should share the world!”
"Yes!" Victor looked at the screaming souls inside the harvest scythe, waving the scythe with one hand and his new potion with the other. "I'm so happy! I'm so happy that I can free you all, even though I never will! But I can!"
Nothing can ruin his day!
"mortal!"
His body shifts from his private dimension to another, but he doesn't find himself in Vai as he expected.
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In front of him, he faced an angry god.
The marble temple surrounding the vizier reminded him of the antechamber of the afterlife, to which he had become accustomed after his many deaths. Yet this place was clearly a part of heaven, if Victor could believe the golden clouds and shining light that surrounded him. A large map of Ortmund is drawn in the center of the room, its borders moving automatically.
Two giants, one a Mithraic and the other a shining knight, whom Victor recognized as Leone, presided over a gathering of mortal heroes.
"Vic." Kia nodded towards him, wearing armor, and there seemed to be a small group of elite adventurers behind her. Victor recognized Kevin, the dark elf wizard he met on Wink's bragging day. "We need to discuss-"
"Kia, I have a son!" Victor shouted, interrupting his friend. "I'm so happy!"
"Oh, congratulations," she said, happy for Victor, but not as happy as his father.
"His name is Armand and he pees everywhere!" the minister gushed to his offspring. "But he's always giggling and he's so cute I always forgive him!"
The Paladin didn't know how to respond, while the gods and crusaders looked at the scene in confusion. "All right……"
"We have more pressing matters to attend to, mortals," Mithras shouted, his voice cold and imperious.
"You can tell yourself what's more important!" Victor replied, then frowned behind his helmet. "Wait, how can you summon me in your plane realm?" I thought you had to claim me first. "
"We rented you for thirty minutes," Leone replied, without elaborating. Although Mithras was neutral, the goddess didn't sound happy to see the vizier.
"You are here on the orders of my chosen one, Victor," Mithras pointed to Ultramund's map, "to see what we can do about this."
The minister looked at the map and realized that it was completely dynamic. Thousands of little dragons fly to the Mistral Continent from all corners of the map, converging on its coast.
"These are miniatures of a lot of dragons," Victor said, then connected the dots. "The secret meeting was successful!"
Mithras explained: "More than sixty thousand dragons and their relatives are marching towards Prydain, with most expected to reach the island within three days."
"There's chaos and chaos everywhere," Leone responded, conjuring dozens of ghostly photos. People witnessed scenes of men, beasts, and elves screaming in fear as dozens of dragons flew over their cities. Drake, Wyvern, and Zimmi followed their larger cousins, grabbing cows and goats. "Most countries believe the end of the world has arrived and tensions are at an all-time high."
"Meanwhile, Prydain remained completely obscured by our divine sight and prophecies," Mithra added. "We ordered the crusade against Mel Odius, even after her attack on the V&V Empire exposed her Before 'Arrow of Light.' Now we're picking up speed again."
“King Roland Gadmani and Bassino of Bahrain agreed to provide support,” Kevin explained. "We have reorganized the Radiant Crusade, summoning all the elite adventurers who participated in the final battle against King Bara'ul. All in all, the entire civilized world is uniting against Pladen."
"Sixty thousand dragons," Victor muttered.
"Yes, and dragons," said Leone, clearly not at all happy about this development. "If the orcs don't destroy the world, their hunger will. They destroy the countryside in their path and eat any cattle they find!"
"We have been forced to send all dwarves underground for the world's own safety," Mithras said. "Otremonde cannot survive the drunken dragon's rampage."
"This conclave is a disaster," complained Leone, clearly tougher than her companions, "The dragons have caused such chaos, but nothing of this magnitude has been seen since the War of Gods! "
"Luck is on our side, but as Merlin said, the cornered mouse bites the cat," Kia cleared her throat. "Odius has fortified her territory, and if she's willing to launch five at a time, she likely has a large stockpile of nuclear weapons. Why she hasn't used them to destroy our coasts is concerning."
"Oh, it doesn't matter, we will sink the island after we level it." Victor replied casually. "We will flood their arsenal like Atlantis."
His solution was met with confused silence.
"My friend Jadja has awakened his master Dagon, who is very good at destroying civilization," Victor explained happily. "We attacked the Mel family from all sides, and then we sunk their entire stronghold. Problem solved, my children are safe."
"This seems disproportionate, not to mention irresponsible," Mithras said.
"This is the only sure way." Victor suddenly stopped because he remembered something important. "Kia, most of my children are monsters and half-demon. Once this is over, you won't go after them (Paladin), will you?"
"What do you mean?" The knight frowned when the atmosphere became very depressing, "Why is the temperature rising?"
"Because, Kia, you are my friend, but they are my children. They come first, and I will do whatever it takes to protect them." He looked at her, his eyes sparkling with the flames of a happy world. "anything."
Charisma check successful!
"Vic, I owe you a Curse Monk thing," Kia reassured him, despite being deeply disturbed along with everyone else there. "I'm not going to discipline your kid without a fight. I promise you."
"Oh, that's great," the minister replied, calming himself down. "Because I am a father first, and a friendly soul-stealing warlord second."
"You are not allowed to threaten my master in front of us!" Leon's voice was loud and his eyes were flashing with anger.
"Why do you want to hurt my child?" Victor glared at him.
The goddess seemed surprised and a little angry at this provocative reaction. "No, of course not. I'm a knight and I won't hurt children."
"Good for you, for if anyone threatens them," Victor said ominously, looking at the glittering heaven around him. "I would be very unhappy about that."
A brief silence fell over the crowd.
"Understood?" Victor asked, troubled by the lack of response. "Happyla
d, unhappy?”
"Kia, are you friends with this idiot?" Kevin asked his teammate.
"He's not usually like this," Kia replied awkwardly. "I don't understand what's going on. He sounds like he's bipolar now!"
"Fatherhood drove him crazy," said Mithras, confused. "His karma is all over the place, but it's getting harder and harder to track."
"Has this happened in the past?" his paladin asked him.
"Countless times." Leone looked at her companion in frustration, "I told you," but the Sun God ignored her. "Kia, Victor, wait until the world is saved from destruction before you continue your platonic friendship. We will coordinate to assist the dragon's attack within three days, but before that, we must ensure order among civilians and protect the northwest The shores of the wind are protected from vengeance.”
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The magical shield designed to protect his castle could extend to the entire coast, or at least the major cities," mage Kevin coughed, tucking the last discussion under the rug, "if we could reverse engineer it. "
"Why don't you just ask him?" Victor asked the god.
"Unfortunately, the Lich was protected by Death's Jester, at least during that... nasty dungeon race," Leone spat.
"This is where you come in," Mithras explained. "Use your so-called privileges to intercede for the world. We also need your help to appease the fire dragon and prevent the situation from getting out of control."
Why does everyone leave the dirty work to him?
"Also, to what extent has the antidote for the plague been developed?" the Kachin Independence Army asked.
"Oh, I already have it!" Victor showed them the potion in his hand. "I had to torture Mel Lin's soul to get him to confess, but it was worth it!"
Kia's face fell, but Mithra's eyes immediately lit up. "Then give it to me, Victor," said God, "and I will have my church distribute it to people for free. I have the religious infrastructure to spread this cure quickly."
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Want to commercialize it, for an exorbitant price," Victor pointed out, ignoring the offended reaction. "You know what, I can give it away, but on one condition. "
"Would you—" Leone seemed ready to crush him, but Mithra silenced her by placing his hand on her shoulder.
"I want to know the answer to a question." Victor cleared his throat. "Where is Mir?"
"Is that all?" Mithras asked, expecting more. But the Prime Minister does not want to engage in what he believes will be the final battle without resolving the outstanding issue. "Then in this case-"
Man!
The sound echoed not in the air, but in Victor's mind.
"Is the time up?" Leon asked with a frown. "Less than twenty minutes!"
Before the minister could react, a powerful force pulled him out of heaven and threw him into a huge copper and steel furnace. Hundreds of golems and ghostly dwarves shape cannons on a nearly endless assembly line, working endlessly to create the weapon. The outside world is visible through the windows, a metal fortress floating in a volcanic hellish landscape.
"Ah, Victor, you've come just in time." The dwarf goddess Wayland had swapped places with her celestial counterpart, most of her body hidden beneath some kind of puppet costume. "I'm glad to see the customer service is great."
"Mrs. Ve
a
?" Victor blinked, his armor and immunity protecting him from the heat around him. "Where are we?"
"This is my plane realm, at the junction of the elemental planes of fire and earth," the goddess explained. "To achieve the best results, I needed both heat and materials. This was my first time doing a seer rental service, but Shesha made me an offer. As the war began, I couldn't resist. Let's make the most of it. The time allotted to us.”
"I do not understand."
"I rented you for two hours," Wayland said, as if that explained everything. When she realized that Victor still had no clue, she snapped her fingers and an imp flew up to her, holding some kind of primitive laptop in its hands.
The minister looked at the screen.
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Victor blinked, watching the imp scroll across the site with his face plastered on it. Words and images exaggerated his past achievements, while a video of Zsa Zsa sold the idea to listeners.
“You wanted a Moses, but nature gave you a Christ?” Do you want to grow your cult during hard times, but you can’t find the right one? As a professional prophet, Victor Dalton Approved by half the gods and with nearly 8 years of experience, he is the perfect assistant, able to handle any divine task given to him. Aren’t prophets servants of God?”
Victor lowered his eyebrows in despair.
"When another god doesn't ask for it, rent the time I allocate to him, and you can occupy the best position in the market for claims and charge a reasonable retention fee——"
“She came up with the idea during our last dinner,” Weiland explained before Victor had a heart attack from the price. Because many gods disagree on when you should serve them, Shesha set up this system to allocate your time. Because she uses you sparingly and has earned Dice's allotted time at the table, she now rents her time to the highest bidder. "
…
Victor should be unhappy about this, especially since he probably won't get paid for it.
But he's excited to be a parent and refuses to let it weigh him down. "What do you want from me?"
"I need a publicity committee for a new weapon," the goddess explained, showing him the blueprints for a massive cannon. "With the coming of the Dragon War and these new Arrows of Light, my church needs a boost. This continental conflict is my chance to test something new, and I will! Especially the idea of railguns is something I can't get over... "
"Is there anything more innovative?" the minister suggested. "Something they'll never see?"
"Like a smaller gun?"
An hour and a half later, it was Victor who handed the weapon to Weyland.
"...Then the sun was covered and invisible to everyone except our troops," the vizier explained. "Since most of our troops can see naturally in the dark, this gives us a huge tactical advantage."
"Then we can finally get these formidable night vision goggles out of storage and ready for use by soldiers fighting during the day."
"With Eternal Night, half-vampire children can go outside during the day. This weapon is perfectly suitable for use by children."
"You've thought about it a lot," the goddess said, even as they both struggled to brainstorm the concept.
"Ever since I had my son half a day ago, I've been thinking about world domination," Victor explained and Wayland remained silent. "Most of my children are half-demon, which means they are natural targets for heroes and paladins. Therefore, the only way to create a world where they can safely live is to preemptively capture it."
"With military force?" Weilan asked enthusiastically.
"A combination of intrigue, economic might, and overwhelming military power." Victor raised his scythe. "The V&V empire will become the most powerful nation and my children will grow up in a safe, family-friendly environment!"
"This is the attitude of the prophet I want!" Wayland pointed his metal index finger in his face. “Victor, you’re hired! I want you in my church!”
A symbol of a flaming whip appears on his right arm, combined with other symbols.
[Velan claims that when you level up, you have an additional 10% chance of gaining a Strength or Intelligence point. You can craft any item of moderate proficiency as if you had the necessary additional skills.
"Anything?" Victor asked excitedly. "Even a lime crib?"
"Any project, as long as you have the necessary materials, if you ignore the possibility of devastating, catastrophic failure." Weiland then checked the website. "I'll see if I can extend the weapons brainstorming session by an hour..."
Wait, if he can craft something, then maybe...maybe a Crown of Souls? Since they can be crafted without harming any dragons, if he has the skills needed to craft the device, then Victor can craft his own moral version.
"Well, your next appointment is about the new Dalton Dynasty idea he wants to sell us after we finish the current war version. I imagine he wouldn't be too offended if our current meeting lasted ten minutes longer of."
"The Daltons?"
"Very interesting concept. We each choose a Dalton child and mentor him as they accumulate "reputation points"; at the end of the campaign the dynasty with the most reputation wins. Isengrim claims your child as his 's, and I will lead your eldest daughter through the Goblina of my choice. However, Cam wants to play the undead and is saddened by your lack of progress in this area, while Sibley wants Allison's descendants as her The person in charge. The game is still a vague concept right now, but it’s gaining traction.”
[Evil Dad Mode] activated!
"Undead?" Victor tensed. "Are you gods going to kill my child?"
"What? No, no,"
"Because if any of you try to kill my children and raise them as undead, I'll be in the Halls of Valor and shit on your game table!"
"Someone beat you to it, and it took months to clean up Atlantis," Wayland replied. "Don't worry, Victor. Cam just wants you to accept a half-vampire descendant, or half-ghoul."
"Oh," Victor calmed himself. "Great. I know Camila would never do anything to jeopardize the contentment of our relationship, but for a moment I lost control. I'm a parent now."
"Yes, but I heard you were worried."
"That was before I had children!" It was as if he had been neurotic all his life and had been inoculated upon seeing Armand. "What about the other gods?"
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d,"Ve
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explain. "The dice will roll for his choice, and the Moon Man is planning to channel someone who is not yet pregnant."
Good, all his children have God's protection and will never struggle like they did before Victor met Winkle. "What about the monk? Who did she choose?"
"How is she?" Ve
a
replied. "She wasn't invited."
"She should," Victor defended the mermaid goddess, taking his role as prophet seriously. "She claimed me, and when you get to know her, she's very nice."
The dwarf goddess looked at him as if he were crazy. "Would you like a monk to mentor one of your children?"
Victor opened his mouth and thought about it. "…Yeah?"
"No, you don't."
"She will never gain confidence if no one trusts her, and all my children need God's protection," Victor argued, more firmly this time. "Give her a chance."
Weilan was silent for a while. "Your funeral," she replied. "Now, let's talk about the sunshade conspiracy..."
