Morning, in the side hall of Yasaka Shrine.
Aslan sat in front of a low table laden with food and alcohol, pouring and drinking by himself.
Beside him, Kuroka was still maintaining her black cat form.
At the moment, Kuroka was squatting on the tatami, staring at the floor, her cat face looking complicated.
"Not going to change back to human form?"
Aslan swirled his wine glass, glanced at Kuroka and said casually.
Mentioning this, Kuroka became annoyed. Without the slightest hesitation, she leaped at Aslan's face, swinging her claws fiercely.
She wanted to change back, but why hadn't that guy lifted the restriction on her?
Aslan pinched the scruff of Kuroka's neck, watching her flail her claws wildly, and rolled his eyes helplessly.
"Didn't I just restrict your form?"
As he spoke, Aslan directly lifted the restriction on Kuroka. Now the girl could return to human form.
It's just that Kuroka seemed angry. After the restriction was lifted, she stubbornly insisted on staying in her cat form.
Aslan smiled helplessly, shook his head, and continued drinking by himself.
At that moment, the sound of footsteps was heard, a small Youkai leading the awaited guest arrived at the entrance of the side hall.
"Your Holiness, the guest has arrived."
The sliding door was slowly pulled open, and then the middle-aged man wearing a white suit, with a sly smile, appeared behind the Youkai.
Aslan casually waved his hand, pointing to the low table in front of him.
"Please, have a seat."
Azazel's pupils contracted. He stepped forward smiling and casually sat cross-legged on the floor.
"In that case, I gladly accept."
"No women to accompany you drinking, is that alright?"
Aslan poured a glass of wine for himself. "Ah,what a pity."
Azazel showed an expression bored with the loss of life's pleasures. The reason he fell from Heaven was for beautiful women.
Aslan shrugged and said.
"The ordinary ones aren't interesting. If an interesting one pours wine for you, it doesn't taste good. So, I didn't arrange for anyone."
"Oh? What a domineering statement."
The corner of Azazel's mouth curved, and he said with a flirtatious expression.
"I wonder what kind of women the Holy Son likes?"
Aslan looked up at him, stretched out his hand, opened his five fingers, then slowly clenched them into a fist.
"I want all of them."
"Hmm, truly domineering."
Azazel laughed. He poured a glass of wine for himself, and once full, raised his glass in a toast to Aslan.
"This glass is for our meeting this time, and I also hope we can forget any previous unpleasantness."
After he finished speaking, he directly downed the wine in the glass.
Aslan saw this and didn't stop him, just smiled and said.
"Was there any unpleasantness between us?"
"Hmm?"
Azazel, who had finished drinking, frowned. In an instant, he understood the meaning, and smiled.
"Of course, there is no unpleasantness between us."
He thought he could speak more directly now, without needing to test the waters bit by bit.
Thinking this, a bright smile appeared on Azazel's face.
"I wonder if the Holy Son is aware of a certain piece of news?"
Azazel skillfully picked up a piece of thinly sliced pig ear with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and said with a hint of mystery.
"Oh? What news?"
Aslan put down his wine glass, picked up a peanut, and asked curiously.
"God is dead, died in the Great War."
Kuroka, who had been daydreaming, was instantly stunned upon hearing this.
What did that mean? What did he mean God is dead?
Isn't God right here?
Then if God is dead? Who is this Holy Son?
Although Kuroka missed a lot of what happened yesterday afternoon, she was a Nekomata. After asking a few cat Youkai, she managed to fill in the information.
She also regretted her reckless assassination attempt.
However, now she was completely confused.
Judging by the situation, it seemed God had been dead for thousands of years.
Aslan's expression didn't change in the slightest; he was still calmly eating snacks.
Azazel's pupils suddenly contracted, and then the playfulness on his face lessened a bit, his expression gradually becoming serious.
(How does he know? Could it have been leaked?)
(Impossible, right? The true news of God's death is only known to the top leaders of our three factions.)
"It seems the Holy Son has known this news for a long time."
Azazel smiled awkwardly, then raised his wine glass.
"This time I was wrong, I'll drink as self-punishment, drink as self-punishment."
"No problem."
Aslan smiled and casually waved his hand.
Then, after Azazel finished drinking, Aslan took a sip of his wine. .
"By the way, I also have a piece of news here. I wonder if the Governor has heard it."
Azazel heard this, looked at him seriously, and shook his head.
"Oh my, Your Holiness, don't tease me. If you don't tell me, how could I have heard this news?"
"True enough, in this world, besides me and Ophis, no one knows this news."
Aslan casually waved his hand and didn't continue dragging it out.
"In about thirty years, a world possessing several powerful beings far surpassing the Infinite Dragon God will launch an invasion into this world."
"In the future I saw, the other side might behead Great Red with a single strike."
Hearing this, the chopsticks in Azazel's hand, which had just picked up food, slipped from his grasp and fell directly to the floor.
Aslan didn't mind, continued eating calmly.
Azazel stared at him, looked at him seriously, and asked very gravely.
"Your Holiness, can the veracity of this news be confirmed?"
"Of course, otherwise, why would I seek out Ophis?"
Aslan said casually.
Azazel fell silent; he didn't know what to say either.
Could he say that he originally came to surrender, hoping Aslan would take over God's position?
But now it seemed, Aslan seemed to have no choice but to take over.
At such a critical time, the only existence that can unite all forces is God.
"Why so quiet? Shocked?"
Aslan smiled, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a light sip.
"I admit I'm shocked. I only wish all of this was just a dream."
Azazel laughed self-deprecatingly.
"This isn't a dream."
Aslan calmly sipped his wine and said with a nonchalant gaze.
"This is a blood-soaked reality."
As he spoke, Aslan directly projected two adjacent worlds, as well as a warship sailing towards the DxD world.
He had casually investigated the world on the other side. In his view, its technology wasn't bad at all, especially the leading Mechanical Evil Gods.
In the eyes of others, these were Evil Gods, but in Aslan's eyes, this was technology for mass-producing high-level Four Digit Mechanical Gods.
He had already captured some, from the weak to the strong, and given them to Asagi for research.
Incidentally, he also asked Shiroyasha to acquire any Divinity, Authority, or similar things related to mechanics, so he could control these Mechanical Evil Gods.
Azazel saw this, his pupils couldn't help but contract, and he sighed.
"Is there no other way?"
"There is, unite all forces that can be united, there might still be a glimmer of hope."
Aslan said very casually.
Hearing this, Azazel suddenly realized that this seemed to be an opportunity. He narrowed his eyes and said very seriously.
"So, you want to become God?"
"Ahem, ahem!"
Aslan choked on Azazel's words, slightly caught off guard.
No, didn't he say unite all forces that can be united? How did it instantly become about becoming God?
Of course Aslan knew that the 'becoming God' Azazel meant referred to becoming the One and Only God, the Biblical God.
(Hey, don't flatter me right now. I have zero interest in being the One and Only God.)
"I don't, I didn't do it, no way!"
Aslan hurriedly waved his hands as if his foot had just been hit by a rock.
The One and Only God, that's a huge pit.
The previous fake One and Only God was handled by him. How could he not know?
His future is bright, why would he take the wrong path of being the One and Only God?
Don't you see, which powerful beings in Little Garden take the path of the One and Only God?
His family's ancestors? Or the Great Sage? Or those two Goddesses? None.
Even Zeus, who once held an equivalent Authority, abandoned the One and Only God and avoids it like the plague.
"Do you understand what unity means?"
What he was thinking was simply defeating them, making them willingly contribute their power.
He had absolutely no intention of becoming the One and Only God.
Azazel's expression became strange. Wasn't it just replacing God to become a God? Why such a big reaction?
He didn't react like this to the invasion from another world.
However, Azazel didn't press further. He changed the subject.
"I wonder what your opinion is regarding the Fallen Angels?"
"No opinion! Except for a very rare few, the majority are pure trash, just wasting resources, I don't even want them."
Aslan glanced over with extreme disgust.
Member growth only relies on falling Angels.Except for a handful of top leaders, they are all combat-oriented factions.
Whereas the mid to low-level Fallen Angels spend every day seducing church members, hoping they'll fall, or satisfying their own desires. Most of the time, they don't listen to superiors' orders, and "acting first, reporting later" and "insubordination" keep popping up.
Worse than the Devils.
Even Algol never considered these twisted Fallen Angels, let alone Aslan.
"However, if you are willing to change jobs, I greatly welcome you. I welcome all researchers here!"
Azazel's skill level in Sacred Gears is quite good, only slightly below Ajuka among the Devils. These are all talents.
Azazel heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said in an unnatural tone.
"Forget it, at the very least I still have to be responsible for the Fallen Angels."
Who told him to be the first Fallen Angel? The Fallen Angel structure was built by him. All Fallen Angels trust him, so he can only shoulder the responsibility.
"No problem. Working part-time at my place is also possible, right? Don't you want to research the Mechanical Evil Gods from the other side?"
Aslan said very enthusiastically.