After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 127.2

Agares could always handle anything, but once They got involved, They would easily drag Agares down and bring Him trouble.

But they couldn’t just ignore it either. Vassago was conflicted, glancing at Marbas.

Marbas was equally conflicted, asking Samikina, “Fourth Brother, how is your magic cube?”

Samikina: “About a third left.”

Vassago, thinking about the cube’s complexity, couldn’t help but frown. Samikina’s speed was already considered quite fast.

Samikina said, “I will accelerate.”

Marbas: “On Agares’s side…”

Vassago looked at the two children before him, “Let’s first observe the situation. I believe Him; nothing will happen.”

Marbas was surprised, also following Vassago’s gaze to the two children, and then understood: with these two children’s power, could they possibly threaten Agares?

Death and Silence had once been extremely terrifying gods, but in this generation… They were too weak, like children long abused by their parents, with scattered eyes, chaotic consciousness, not here of their own will.

Or perhaps sensing Marbas’s gaze, Death raised His eyes.

Death had slightly more vitality than Silence, his eyes seeming to think.

Marbas asked again. “Death, what are you doing here?”

Death: “…”

He remained motionless.

Marbas’s gaze turned fierce. “Will you stay silent forever?”

Death still remained silent.

Marbas rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was about to catch and beat Him, his tone impatient. “Keeping silent, huh? I bet you were sent by the Creator God, right?”

Before his words finished, he strode forward, clenching his fist, his momentum fierce.

Death was stunned for a moment, eyes wide open, seemingly frightened by Marbas.

Marbas stepped quickly in front of Death, towering over him, his imposing manner far more impressive than Death’s tiny physique.

Death hadn’t even reacted before Marbas lifted him up.

Marbas narrowed his eyes, as if measuring Death’s face with his fist, threatening. “Pretending to be profound, not speaking?”

Death was dumbfounded, probably having never encountered such a rough god, and finally showed a bit of temper, beginning to resist.

But would resistance help? His weak body’s punches were no different from a kitten’s scratch.

Marbas snorted and raised his hand.

Death was caught off guard and “lifted high”, feet leaving the ground, with a panicked look.

“If you don’t speak, I’ll throw you into the abyss,” Marbas casually threatened.

But found this inexplicably useful as Death finally spoke, “No, you can’t do this!”

In Vassago’s eyes, Marbas’s actions seemed familiar. In the past, Marbas had often treated demons like Amon and Botis this way – he somewhat carried the air of a big shot.

Marbas went “oh” and put Death down, his fierce eyes slowly approaching, “If you don’t want to fall into the abyss, tell me honestly what you’re doing here.”

Death’s brow furrowed into ‘八’ shape, still struggling. He had actually activated his authority, but Vassago easily sealed His power, He was already controlled, completely unable to resist.

The slightly stronger Silence kept her head down, as if not noticing Death’s situation at all.

They might have come to deal with Agares, but their actual appearance was just a pair of weak youth and maiden.

Marbas felt troubled and increased his threatening intensity. “Speak now while you can. If I throw you to Amon, Aelioge, and Botis later, you’ll be miserable. They’re not like me, They won’t hesitate to hurt you, little brother.”

Death’s pupils seemed to violently shake.

After a while, He surrendered.

Marbas put Him down. Death looked aggrieved and opened his mouth.

“What?”

Marbas looked closely, moving near Death.

Death’s throat was covered with curse power.

Vassago tried to dispel the curse but failed because the curse originated from a higher-ranked existence.

No need to ask – it must be from the Creator God.

Vassago glanced at Marbas. At that moment, Death suddenly showed a painful expression, his body violently trembling, vomiting large amounts of blood.

Silence was the same, her legs going weak, falling with a bang.

Simultaneously, an extremely ominous curse emerged on their bodies. Again, it was power from a high-ranked existence – the Creator God!

Marbas immediately looked at Vassago.

Vassago stretched out both hands, condensing magic power, already attempting to save them.

However, even the most powerful force couldn’t resist a more powerful rank, and under the control of that ominous will, Death and Silence simultaneously shattered, bleeding all over, seemingly about to be annihilated.

Marbas immediately strengthened Vassago, his powerful magic making the entire dream realm vibrate, but still failed.

They couldn’t prevent the destruction of Death and Silence. The youth and maiden crumbled before their eyes, dispersing into countless particles, signifying the elimination of their divine bodies, with no telling when they would be reborn next.

A sharp pain flashed in Marbas’s eyes, as if imagining what would happen if his own brothers and sisters encountered such a situation.

Was the Creator God really so cruel, destroying His own creations at will?

Previously, when hearing about the Evil of the Universe’s fate, He had suspected the Creator God might have unavoidable reasons – after all, the universe seemingly needed a trash can. But witnessing this situation, there was no damn reason – the Creator God was absolutely cold-blooded!

At the moment of Marbas’s anger, Vassago suddenly walked over, capturing Death and Silence’s consciousness before the particles completely dispersed.

“Two desires to survive.”

Vassago turned around and said to Marbas, “Take them to Father.”

Marbas paused, “Third Brother, you mean…”

Vassago brought them before Marbas, “Give Them to Father.”

Marbas subtly fell silent.

He understood Vassago’s intent, but how could they accommodate more demons? Their family already had so many, and with two more, how could they even remember them all? At the family meeting, even the largest table couldn’t contain them.

Vassago naturally knew what he was thinking and said, “It’s to help Father level up. Not for Them.”

Marbas stopped, his eyes showing a sudden understanding, but not entirely believing the last sentence.

Vassago glared at him, “Take them.”

Marbas adjusted his expression, then laughed with a somewhat cunning quality, “Third Brother is right. What could be more important than Father’s upgrade?”

He then accepted them.

Vassago smiled faintly, “You have a split body outside. Leave the original with Samikina, split another to take them to Father. Can you do that?”

“Of course.”

Marbas was resolute.

Vassago turned and looked around.

Although Death and Silence were destroyed, Their power’s influence hadn’t disappeared, still exerting effect. Agares remained under Their shroud.

“I’ll stay here to eliminate Their power and defend.” Vassago suddenly said.

A spatial passage opened before Marbas.

“The Creator God’s attack on Second Brother won’t be just this once.”

“Yes, who else besides us can come here?”

“Valefor, Amon can. If something happens, I’ll immediately find Them.”

“Okay.”

As Marbas was about to leave, Vassago suddenly called him back.

“Wait, be careful in the Elven Ancestor’s territory. I’m worried the Creator God might also deal with you. Samikina is in that domain and easily affected by spatial influences.”

“I’ll be careful.”

The two demons finished their conversation, and Marbas subsequently vanished.

Vassago immediately started the big cleaning mode. After a few minutes, Vassago reported to all demons.

They were silent at first, and then became incredibly excited.

“Just wait, I will fish Agares out from the dream!”

Beelzebub said seriously.

“I’ll do it!”

“No, I should do it.”

As they spoke, they almost started fighting again.

“In that case… we should probably call Busson and Sitri as well.”

“Ah, I almost forgot.”

In fact, many demons had forgotten. There were too many family members to remember.

Vassago raised His head and looked up, eyes reflecting the stars, “But I cannot see where They are.”

Valefor turned and asked, “Babatos, you have been more in touch with Busson in recent years, do you know where She went?”

“She went to the Gray Land.”

Babatos recalled. The Gray Land was a troublesome location. Before Busson went there, She had warned Busson that the place was dangerous, but Busson herself…was quite confident.

Bachin suddenly said, “The message I sent Her three years ago was never replied to.”

“Ah? She replied to mine.”

Buer tilted Her head.

Bachin scoffed, “Looks like She selectively responds.”

Vassago spoke loudly, “We must find Them.”

They wanted to find Them, but They couldn’t go out. Big Brother was fighting with the God of the Universe and seemed unable to handle Their matters.

The demons seemed to think of something, concentrating their gaze on Bachin and Babatos.

Bachin has the [Space] authority, Babatos the [Connect] authority. At their current level, approaching or beyond the first echelon, They could definitely accomplish something extraordinary.

Babatos honestly said, “I can send a split body out.”

The pressure then fell on Bachin.

Bachin seemed to be hiding something, pausing before answering, “I can too.”

“Good, finding the demons is up to you two.”

Vassago quickly assigned tasks.

No one had expected that He, a lazy demon, was now so proactive. He was finally showing some big brother awareness.

The other brothers and sisters didn’t criticize Him, mostly accepting it willingly.

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On the other side. Marbas excitedly returned home, transforming into a golden chinchilla fat cat.

Meow, since being taken away by Samikina, He had not seen His father. He had finally caught the opportunity, and the home was full of zero-threat kitties, except for little Ayni.

The golden chinchilla was internally excited and quickly ran into the room.

At this moment, Xiu Si was searching in a dream without success, and unable to find any useful books, could only wake up.

At 10:10 AM. The short-legged cat and the Devon Rex cat were doing housework when a brilliant golden light suddenly leaped past, their cat bibs lifted by the wind. Just as they were about to turn their heads, the golden lightning had already disappeared.

“Meow?”

The golden chinchilla was too excited and charged forward, unable to stop, crashing into the bedroom door and leaving a cat-shaped dent.

Xiu Si had just woken up and hadn’t even sat up when he saw a golden chinchilla climb onto the bed, sitting right in front of him, excitedly meowing, “Father, meow!”

Xiu Si was stunned, “Marbas?”

The sparkling golden chinchilla meowed loudly and then rushed into His father’s arms.

However, unexpectedly, a little cow cat suddenly poked out its head and directly collided with Him, the terrifying iron-head skill almost knocking Him out.

“Little, little Ayni…”

The golden chinchilla came to His senses, holding His head, feeling dazed.

The cow cat stood akimbo, saying, “It’s me, meow!”

Her head was the hardest among all demons, personally verified by Big Brother. The Fifth Brother simply couldn’t break through.

The golden chinchilla’s mouth twitched slightly, but He remembered the main business, looked up at Xiu Si, and pulled out two thoughts.

Before the golden chinchilla could say anything, Xiu Si had already seen them.

Two fragile, vulnerable lives.

The cow cat opened its eyes wide, its paw involuntarily reaching out.

But the thoughts knew how to dodge, instantly running to Xiu Si’s front.

Xiu Si lowered his eyes and softly asked, “Do you both want a body?”

The two thoughts seemed somewhat confused, unable to understand human language.

Xiu Si spoke again, “Existence, or destruction.”

As he spoke, he gestured with his left and right hands, letting Them choose.

This time They seemed to understand, immediately running to his left hand.

“Okay,” Xiu Si nodded.

The cow cat tilted its head, initially not understanding, then gradually realizing.