After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 101.2

Aelioge was startled for a moment, then slowly said, “Then we can only take action ourselves.”

A flash of surprise appeared in Valefor’s eyes, “Isn’t this supposed to be handled by the humans?”

If She remembered correctly, the Continental Human Alliance should be actively responding to this situation.

Bachin interjected. “The God of Chaos is too beyond their level. Without giving humans another ten thousand years of development, they won’t be able to nurture humans who can reach the God of Chaos’s level.”

Morax didn’t have many thoughts about this but agreed with Bachin.

Humans couldn’t interfere in this matter, nor should they.

The opponent was a hateful being who had hurt their father multiple times; it should be thoroughly crushed by them.

Buer looked left and right, asking confusedly, “So what should we do?”

Valefor said, “The God of Chaos surrounding the planet will make it lose sunlight, and our father likes sunny days. How can we let Father lose sunny days and not see the sun?”

That made perfect sense. For Father!

Gusin watched them talk, both corners of His mouth turning upward, lost in thought.

Morax laughed, wrapped in magical power, His eyes fierce as He said, “Then let’s fight directly!”

His impulsive demon nature was fully exposed. Unlike His other siblings, He couldn’t tolerate the mastermind for too long.

Bachin looked at Aelioge, “Fifteen Brother, what do you say?”

Aelioge calmed down, His eyes revealing contemplation, “We need to see what Amon and the others do.”

As He spoke, His tone suddenly became low, emphasizing, “Especially Amon.”

Valefor seemed to sense something too. So did Bachin.

But Buer was completely confused, “Why do we need to wait for brother Amon? Can’t we decide for ourselves?”

Morax was also puzzled, “Have you all been possessed by Second Brother? You’re starting to speak in riddles too?”

Aelioge shook His head and said, “That’s not it. How should I put it… this matter still needs to be decided by Amon himself.”

Among the three major figures of the family’s dark history – Amon, Botis, and Beelzbub – Aelioge was wary of them all and had observed them for some time.

Amon was the leader of the three, particularly mercurial, no one knew what He was thinking daily, and once big news broke out, it would be infamy that echoed throughout the continent.

Aelioge didn’t like interacting with Amon because sometimes He really didn’t know what Amon’s intentions were, just like with recent events.

What were Amon’s thoughts and attitude toward the God of Chaos? Aelioge couldn’t quite figure out Amon’s thinking.

Regarding this matter, their Eighth Sister Barbatos was much more straightforward.

Bachin didn’t participate in the decision-making of these matters, standing at the back with Gusin.

Valefor looked at Aelioge and asked, “So we wait for Amon?”

Aelioge nodded. “Let’s wait, there’s no rush, and besides…”

Buer couldn’t help asking. “Besides what?”

These fellows were really annoying, not speaking clearly, how could stupid demons understand?

Although I’m not stupid, Morax is the stupid one, I’m helping Morax.

Buer clenched Her fists.

Aelioge continued. “Besides, we still don’t know what the mastermind intends to do with these actions.”

The slow orchestration, making everything known to all, dragging all humans into the plot.

Or perhaps humans were part of the plot from the beginning. After all, the matter of the seven great magic families wasn’t brought up by chance.

Furthermore, many suspicious points pointed to the Primordial God of Humans.

Even if the Primordial God of Humans wasn’t the mastermind, He must be closely connected to the mastermind. The Goddess of Harmony might know nothing, but the Primordial God of Humans couldn’t possibly know nothing.

If “Arnold” was one of the mastermind’s incarnations, then the Primordial God of Humans must know something.

Because – the Primordial God of Humans could know the truth and falsehood of all humans.

Perhaps the Primordial God of Humans being devoured by the God of Chaos was due to being backstabbed by the mastermind.

Arnold Paz, the nineteenth generation sage, this person also had many mysteries.

Gusin sat on the stone slab, listening to their discussion, alternating between nodding and shaking His head.

Then Aelioge suddenly mentioned Him, asking directly, “Gusin, your magical power will recover in three days, right?”

Gusin was startled for a moment, then immediately answered. “Yes.”

Aelioge: “Then let’s wait three days.”

Since that was the case, Valefor had no objections either.

“Ah!”

Buer suddenly screamed, “I can’t send my messages out!”

She was referring to the messages about the cat-headed demon group.

Bachin discovered it earlier than Buer, and while adjusting something, said, “Unfortunately, we’ve been split into two network zones – inside and outside the planet. We temporarily can’t communicate.”

Buer frowned, “How did this happen?”

Bachin: “Forget it, just come wait at my place. We’ll adapt to the situation.”

Gusin asked curiously, “Your place is?”

“You’ll know when you get there.”

“Okay.”

****

Indeed, they knew when they got there.

Bachin was the local emperor of the continental cosmic zone, not only establishing a civilization but also shaping and redesigning it according to His father’s memories and His demonic preferences.

True to being a two-dimensional demon, every part of the city had a two-dimensional atmosphere, with rainbow-colored hair and various races in bizarre outfits all over the streets.

Moving from the dunes to here, they inevitably felt a sense of space-time displacement.

As the host, Bachin naturally received His sibling demons well, arranging rooms, introducing places, and so on.

Bachin: “My identity here is that of an ordinary person, so don’t cause me trouble. I don’t like drawing too much attention.”

While speaking, He particularly looked at Buer and Morax.

Morax found everything fascinating, having just picked up a remote control and crushed it before even applying force.

Walking around touching everything with curious eyes, He brought destruction to the entire room.

Bachin was speechless, somewhat regretting bringing Them here.

Then Valefor suddenly asked, “Bachin, is this the world you built for Father?”

The question startled everyone, directly revealing the true thoughts.

Bachin paused, lowered His gaze, and said in a low voice. “Yes, I originally thought Father would never see it, but I was wrong, and fortunately I was wrong.”

Towards the end, Bachin’s voice trembled slightly.

Valefor looked at Him without saying anything more.

Morax, sitting on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling and complained, “Why hasn’t the fighting started yet? What is Amon hesitating about?”

****

Meanwhile, on the balcony.

Gusin stared at the little black bird on Aelioge’s head, walked closer in amazement, widened His eyes at the little black bird, and said, “New little brother?”

Aelioge looked at the city view without turning His head, answering, “More or less, this fellow stubbornly followed Father.”

Gusin smiled faintly, “He has quite good taste.”

The little black bird was very sensible, nodding repeatedly, loudly saying, “Hello, Eleventh Brother!”

Gusin commented. “Not bad in terms of manners.” If the gods from the Gods Era saw this, they definitely couldn’t imagine that this little black bird was actually the arrogant God of Darkness from back then.

However, the little black bird had gotten quite fat recently, almost becoming a ball of fluff.

It looked cute, but none of the demons present felt its cuteness.

They had abnormal aesthetic standards since childhood. In Their minds, all beauty resided in Their father, so beautiful things must be related to Father or infinitely close to Father.

So unfortunately, although the little black bird would be cute anywhere else, in Their eyes, it was just ordinary.

Just a moving ball of fluff. Very fat, perhaps tasty.

Perhaps making this association, Gusin suddenly looked at the little black bird with gleaming eyes.

The little black bird immediately felt chills, as if being targeted by a predator, crying out. “What are you doing, chirp!”

Gusin said in a normal tone. “Nothing, just think you’re very nice.”

The little black bird became scared, thinking, don’t say anymore, you’re clearly craving my body!

The little black bird flew away in fear, quickly flying to Aelioge’s arm side, trembling, with its wings pressed against Aelioge.

Their eleventh brother was actually a god-eating demon!

Aelioge glanced at the little black bird, then looked at Gusin, “This fellow is technically our twenty-sixth brother, don’t eat him.”

Gusin suddenly said something of inexplicably dark philosophy.

“But eating is an expression of ultimate love.”

Aelioge was stunned for a moment.

The little black bird was so scared its feathers flew off, crying out that this was perverted!

You… you’re the Hannibal among demons?!

However, Gusin’s mental processing was too convoluted, completely unable to sense anything wrong, and continued His philosophical discourse.

“Don’t you think becoming one is the only way to achieve eternal love?”

They only thought He was very perverted!

****

Almost simultaneously.

The human continent’s situation changed drastically.

In the Oedipus Empire, at just five o’clock, the sky had completely darkened.

The temperature also dropped suddenly – while it was around twelve degrees during the day, it plummeted to three or four degrees at night.

There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets, all looking hurried with suppressed expressions in their eyes.

In the bookstore, Xiu Si looked out the window and discovered snowflakes falling from the sky.

He quickly turned around and hurriedly began sewing small cotton clothes, cotton hats, and other warm clothing for the children.

Although there was no modern heating equipment here, they could have “heating magic.”

He quickly looked at the heating magic’s results, understood and constructed it, successfully making the room warmer.

“Children, tell Father if you’re cold, okay?”

He put a pink cotton hat around the head of the short-legged cat, then put on a small cotton jacket.

The short-legged cat cooperated obediently, extending paws when needed, lifting feet when required.

After Xiu Si finished dressing the short-legged cat, the big orange cat was already lying on his back with all four paws in the air, waiting to be dressed.

No matter what storms raged outside, his children didn’t seem to feel anything.

Xiu Si dressed the big orange cat and then groomed His fur.

Some cats shed a lot, making homes messy, but fortunately his cats didn’t shed much, and even when they did, They would obediently pick up their own fur and clean up thoroughly.

Just imagining that scene was endearing.

Xiu Si put down the comb, and after finishing with the big orange cat, quickly walked to Devon Rex cat’s nest.

He didn’t need to worry too much about the three cubs, as they appeared to have plenty of fat, which kept them very warm.

Lelagin was rather thin, and a Devon Rex was a cat breed that was more sensitive to cold.

Once the weather turned cold, there might be problems.

Xiu Si crouched by the cat nest, reached out to check the fourteenth cub’s condition, and was relieved to confirm steady breathing.

However, why had they been sleeping for so long?

Xiu Si slightly furrowed his brows, his eyes showing obvious concern.

If something happened to the children, what could he do?

He fell into deep thought, his hand by the cat nest slowly clenching into a fist.

****

On another side.

Botis called three times.

“Amon, how do we deal with the chaos in outer space?”

“Amon, are we still going to hold our position?”

“Once things are normal with Barbatos’s side, I want to charge in immediately, punch the God of Chaos and kick the Primordial God of Humans. Hey, I’ve said so much, answer me!”

Botis was about to lose His temper, angrily pushed open the door to look, and discovered that Amon wasn’t in the room at all.

The reason He had mistakenly thought Amon was there was that Amon had deliberately left behind a portion of His power.

“What is He up to?”

Botis was confused.

At this moment, Beelzebub walked into the room from behind Him, saying in a ghostly tone. “He’s probably out doing something big.”

Botis: “What big thing is there to do at this point?”

He was so angry His snake eyes flashed.

Beelzebub fell silent for a moment, slowly walked to the window, and said, “That’s what happens when most of our siblings can handle things with one demon alone, never relying on a second demon.”

He raised His eyes toward space.

Dark clouds pressed down on the city, gradually revealing a chaotic aura.

****

Above the sky, Amon walked out of the void, facing an astronomical giant alone in His youth’s body.

The strong wind messed up His bangs, revealing His pale forehead.

His expression was cold, showing none of a youth’s innocence. Just releasing a bit of seriousness in His gaze made His expression extraordinarily terrifying.

Botis had asked Him what lay between [Existence] and [Nothingness], but He hadn’t answered.

However, He knew the answer.

Between existence and nothingness was [Chaos].

In other words—He was Chaos.

The God of Chaos was believed by the world to be a god without consciousness, a moving natural disaster, chaos within chaos, but in reality…His existence had already explained everything.

Amon faced Chaos directly, thinking it was time to take back what belonged to Him.

This was something He had to do Himself; it couldn’t be done by others or other demons.

Amon’s gaze was determined, His mind constantly thinking of His father to strengthen His conviction.

In the next second, He disappeared.