Chapter 1322
Lorraine 10
Chapter 1322 Lorraine 10
Louis wasn't disappointed. He sat down on the first step, holding Jormungandr's snake tail in his arms, and smiled sweetly at Tan You with his little face in his hands.
He wasn't afraid of such a big snake at all; he didn't seem like a six-year-old child at all.
Tan You glanced at him and couldn't help but think that this little kid really knew how to suck up to powerful figures and read between the lines.
Tartarus and the God of Light watched from mid-air for a long time. Then Tartarus laughed and said, "It's my turn to make my appearance."
His chosen one was almost detained by a powerful human family. If he, as a god, didn't step forward, where would his authority be? Besides, he had been silent for tens of thousands of years; it was time for everyone to know of his existence.
Especially since his "favored one" has an extraordinary background, he must seize the opportunity to recreate his past glory. So let's start with creating momentum to restore his former glory.
The God of Light pursed his lips, but dared not utter a single word. He feared Tartarus would imprison him tightly; after all, even the God of Light was helpless against Tartarus's abyssal prison.
Otherwise, with so many gods falling from ancient times to the present, why is Tartarus the only one still alive? It's simply because he is ruthless and exceptionally good at assessing situations.
Countless gods have perished in the abyssal prison of Tartarus.
Now, how will Tan You, this visitor from another world, govern the Abyss Land that strikes fear into the hearts of the gods? Thinking of the lawless races in the Land of Exile, a glimmer of anticipation rose in the God of Light's mind.
Tartarus shattered the Light God's illusions: "She subdued Chris in a single encounter, made the Bone Throne of the Undead submit, and even had a race like the Elves acknowledge her as their master. In the Land of Exile, others are at her beck and call, and there is no reason for her to be controlled by anyone."
The conversation between the two deities lasted only a moment. Just as Tan You settled on the throne, two figures suddenly appeared in mid-air. One figure appeared with its own radiant glow, the golden light so dazzling it was almost blinding.
The other one... Tan You twitched her lips: "Nothing special."
This guy truly embodied ordinariness to the core; his entrance was incredibly ordinary and unassuming. If Tan You hadn't known his background, she would have thought this Lord of the Abyss was a follower of the God of Light.
Tartarus chuckled helplessly. As a god, the skill of seeing into people's hearts had this one flaw: he knew exactly what others were thinking.
This little guy's highest self-assessment is... utterly unremarkable.
Previously, people criticized his appearance; now they're commenting on his entrance. Why bother with all that flashy stuff? True success comes from having talent and maintaining a low profile.
Others might not recognize Tartarus, but the followers of the God of Light would not fail to recognize their own faith. The archbishop and his followers immediately knelt down, almost shouting "Long live the God of Light!"
Looking again at the crowd in the square, not one of them dared to look directly at the deity; they were all respectful and gentle.
Even the few troublemakers from the exile lands lowered their heads. Chris, the red dragon who was tied up like a dumpling by Tan You, also lowered his head, albeit in a very strange posture.
Tan You sighed, "Look at their followers, and then look at ours. The contrast is too tragic."
As she said this, Tan You stood up and bowed slightly in the direction of Tartarus; kneeling was out of the question.
Little Louis knelt on the steps of the Bone Throne, listening to Tan You's complaints. Little Louis was afraid that Tan You would offend the gods, and his little face turned red: "Elder sister, you can't be disrespectful to the gods!"
“The little guy’s pretty protective of you,” Tartarus chuckled, lifting a finger slightly to help Louis up, preventing him from kneeling any further. Louis’s eyes widened as he stood obediently on the steps, his gaze towards Tartarus burning even more intensely. Even a little boy admires strength. Especially after years of living under someone else’s roof, Louis had long yearned for a place of his own to call his own.
Tan You chuckled: "A pure heart is naturally rare."
Tartarus chuckled: "Although the Land of Exile is perilous, you now have the assistance of the undead and the elves. I look forward to you truly becoming the Queen of the Land of Exile."
A crown suddenly appeared in his right hand. The crown was mainly black, and twelve bright red gems were inlaid around it. Beside the crown was a scepter about a foot long, with nine crystal cores of super-divine magical beasts embedded in it.
"This is the crown and scepter that Hephaestus made back then, and now it is yours."
Tan You couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Really for me?"
Once it's given to her, it's hers; she won't pass it on to the next successor. After all, it's a gift from the gods, and it holds great sentimental value.
Tartarus laughed and said, "Yes, they belong only to you. Even if you have an outstanding successor in the future, the crown and scepter will still belong only to you."
Tan You smiled, raising her hands to shoulder height in front of her, the scepter gently landing in her palms. The crown, meanwhile, rested on her head, adjusted to the perfect size.
Donning the crown, Tan You exuded a chilling aura. She gently waved her scepter, and as her source energy flowed, the scepter seemed to resonate with the bone throne.
Tan You raised an eyebrow: "Good stuff."
"I knew you had good taste. As my only chosen one, you naturally deserve the best." Tartarus laughed, then his voice turned solemn, becoming both ethereal and profound. The sound reverberated throughout the capital and gradually spread across the entire continent.
"Today, Tartarus, the Lord of the Abyss, bestows upon Lorraine Houston, the Chosen One, that from this day forward, wherever you go shall be my domain, and I shall come whenever you call."
"From now on, you will be under my protection and will be protected for the rest of your life."
I wish you a smooth and successful life, and that everything goes well for you.
For the first time, Tan You bowed three times to Tartarus with great seriousness. Tartarus chuckled, realizing that gaining her approval was truly difficult, and that he had genuinely given her something good.
Louis didn't understand anything else, but he understood one thing: his eldest sister was the only one favored by the gods in this world!
The eldest sister also received a crown and a scepter bestowed by the gods!
The gods will protect my elder sister for the rest of her life!
My eldest sister is so amazing!
Louis became happier and happier as he thought about it, grinning from ear to ear.
He was pleased, but the archbishop and the followers of the God of Light were filled with envy. Look at other people's gods, they give them scepters, crowns, and even land as soon as they meet.
Then look at the god you worship; he's even stingier than the most miserly hoarder.
The archbishop, in particular, was consumed by jealousy. He too was a chosen one of the God of Light, yet all his years of devoted prayer had amounted to nothing more than a forbidden spell of light bestowed upon him by the deity when he was eighty years old.
The crucial point is that even though he obtained this forbidden spell, he cannot use it. If he does use it, he will have to report to the God of Light, which is tantamount to giving him nothing.