After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 135.2

The Creator God’s consciousness was likely still watching this place, because that patch of space had collapsed.

Space collapse was proof that a high-level existence was conducting deep observation of a certain area.

If they were discovered, they might get their heads blown off too.

However, Aelioge appeared unusually calm, His eyelids lowered and lips slightly curved upward. Although He became a clown when fighting Big Brother, fighting the Creator God? Please, He wasn’t afraid at all.

However, the Creator God didn’t seem to notice Them, and after a few seconds, that collapsed space gradually returned to normal.

“Hmph, He actually didn’t discover us.” Before Aelioge could say what He wanted to, Beelzebub said it first.

Beelzebub had a cold and proud personality and didn’t like hiding. If it had been a few seconds later, He might have actively exposed His existence.

Aelioge looked at Beelzebub, and memories of Their past battles together suddenly floated through His mind.

“When we fought the Abyss God, didn’t we also work together?”

“You’re not asking a question, but stating a fact, aren’t you?”

Beelzebub gave Aelioge a glance and said coldly, “Your tactics back then gave me a lot of trouble.”

Aelioge tilted His head slightly, “Did they? But didn’t you succeed in the end?”

Beelzebub responded with a smile that didn’t reach His eyes. “Hehe.”

Barbatos, who was providing support from a distance, saw that everything was fine and reminded Them. “Stop chatting, finding Sitri is urgent.”

They then became serious again and carefully observed their surroundings.

Bachin analyzed. “The place where Sitri was is quite easy to find. But He disappeared again.”

Barbatos continued. “I heard some discussion saying that Sitri went to the central palace.”

“Where is that?” Aelioge asked.

“The inner area, where the Creator God Himself is,” Bachin answered directly.

“…If Sitri is an undercover agent, this must be the tense moment of facing the opponent’s big boss,” Beelzebub contemplated.

Aelioge shook His head, “Is that so? He probably met Him before.”

Bachin promptly updated the information. “No, according to Busson, and combining it with when Lelagin disappeared before, the Creator God was locked in the Elven Ancestor’s territory before Sitri saw the ‘phantom’. Today should be Their first meeting.”

Then, He suddenly changed His tone and smiled, “So here’s the question, Aelioge, Beelzebub, are you going to continue infiltrating the central palace to face the Creator God?”

Aelioge said directly, “Is that even a question?”

Beelzebub nodded. “Let’s go.”

It was within Bachin’s expectations. Actually, the most challenging part of infiltrating was His power – as remote support, how could He ensure these two demons could infiltrate safely and escape if discovered? But He could only risk His life alongside His demon brothers.

“Alright, I’ll protect you as you go in.”

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Half an hour later, the Divine Kingdom of Creation was extraordinarily lively.

Another batch of gods and demons had arrived, including ancient great gods whose lifespans were several hundred thousand or even million years.

Their appearance undoubtedly caused a huge commotion.

It was too difficult for these gods to come out – looking at their condition, they had most likely just freshly crawled out from their tombs, arriving still looking like mummies.

In the morning, various parts of the Divine Kingdom of Creation were still somewhat noisy. However, after experiencing a sudden “great purge,” Their demeanor clearly changed, becoming extremely cautious and careful, fearing that careless words or actions would invite punishment from the Creator God.

In the plaza, the ceremonial puppets were performing some kind of divine ritual.

Then in the next second.

Boom!!

In the airspace before the ceremonial puppets, the glory of the twelve zodiac gods appeared shockingly, like stars descending.

A primitive and ancient aura spread throughout the entire plaza, followed by ancient giant gods breaking through space and forcefully descending one after another.

Aries, Pisces… half of the twelve zodiac gods had appeared, Their powers interweaving together to form a magnificent and grand astronomical scene.

One of the gods present was so shocked that they unconsciously said, “I didn’t know these gods existed.”

“Are you crazy? How dare you say that?”

As soon as the words fell, the two speaking gods were immediately beheaded, blood splashing everywhere.

The twelve zodiac gods’ golden eyes were fierce – just one glance was enough to take a god’s life, Their dignity inviolable.

Witnessing this scene, the air instantly froze, and there were no more questioning voices below.

Watching from afar, Bachin looked carefully and found that everyone here was a powerful being from the first echelon’s upper ranks.

This meant that Sitri, who was about to come here, must also have this level of strength.

“Isn’t Sitri’s strength a bit ridiculous?” Bachin couldn’t help but comment.

They had been training frantically in Big Brother’s Infinite Trial recently to enter the first echelon, but Sitri had entered the first echelon long ago? Hey hey, that was a bit outrageous.

Aelioge answered in the mental domain. “Not necessarily. Remember? Three thousand years ago, Sitri followed Big Brother for a while, and then followed Second Brother for a while. He might have trained then.”

Beelzebub added, “Sitri must have been hiding His strength. I’ve felt something was off about Him for a long time.”

“Wait, when did Sitri follow Agares?”

Bachin’s question went unanswered because Sitri Himself appeared!

They had to immediately focus on the scene.

Among the many ancient gods, Sitri’s presence was not at all diminished.

They all turned their heads in unison, Their gazes blazing, firmly locked onto Sitri, and even unconsciously released Their pressure, attempting to suppress this creation of the Lord of the Abyss.

The ceremonial puppet walked in front of Sitri, its face radiating enthusiasm, constantly guiding and introducing.

However, no matter how enthusiastic it was, it couldn’t dissolve the tense atmosphere at the scene.

They had been summoned because the Creator God wanted to kill the Lord of the Abyss. And Sitri, the Lord of the Abyss’s creation, why was He able to come here?

Had He betrayed the Lord of the Abyss? Or was He here to challenge the Creator God?

Deep hostility and killing intent flowed from the twelve zodiac gods’ eyes.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became more tense, ready to explode into a universal war at any moment!

However, facing all this alone, Sitri appeared unusually calm, as if He hadn’t noticed the changes around Him at all. He slowly walked toward the central palace, composed and unhurried, each step leisurely, as if entering a place without gods or demons.

Being ignored, the twelve zodiac gods’ pupils contracted, Their faces darkening.

One of the zodiac gods couldn’t help but question. “What qualifications does He have to come here?”

The ceremonial puppet turned its head and respectfully answered, “Your Excellency Aries, this one is the Lord’s honored guest.”

Hearing this answer, the twelve zodiac gods became even more angry.

Aries frowned and questioned again. “The Lord wants to see Him?” More than seeing Them?

The ceremonial puppet nodded in response, “Yes.”

The twelve zodiac gods gritted Their teeth, but no matter how angry They were, They didn’t dare act rashly, because the Creator God’s orders were indisputable.

Therefore, They could only watch as Sitri walked into that pure silver palace.

Meanwhile, Aelioge and the others hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to follow Sitri.

Whatever, let’s see what kind of being the Creator God actually is first.

Bachin set seven position points behind Sitri, secretly transporting Aelioge and Beelzebub through special means.

Perhaps They could choose to appear now and forcibly take Sitri away. But since things had come to this point, They naturally had to press on to the end.

They saw Sitri proceed smoothly – wherever He went, the doors in front of Him would open in advance, as if the entire palace was welcoming Him.

It was confirmed that the Creator God had special consideration for Him.

The four demons held Their breath, Their gazes following Sitri closely.

After walking for a full ten minutes, Sitri finally stopped, His gaze turning toward the last door.

It slowly opened, revealing a dazzling light shining down through the gap, then displaying the full view behind the door – an extremely vast divine hall, solemn and majestic.

Divine might filled its interior, the pressure beyond imagination.

Sitri fixed His gaze on one spot and unhurriedly walked in.

In the divine hall, except for that grand path, everything was blurry due to space collapse.

But without doubt, a supreme being sat upon the high throne.

In their natural state, if ordinary gods had halos, they would have at most ten layers, but He had several hundred or even thousands, layer upon layer, looking up without end.

Sitri finally stopped, slightly raising His head, His gaze fixed, His eyes reflecting a faint light.

He silently looked at the throne, lost in thought, just standing there after arriving, actually not saying a word.

The four demons watching from behind each had Their own thoughts. Bachin used almost all His abilities, doing His utmost to prevent the Creator God from discovering Them.

But was that really the Creator God? Under the strong light’s cover, They couldn’t see clearly what He looked like, much less analyze what kind of being He was.

The four demons concentrated Their minds, extremely cautious.

What They hadn’t expected was that He on the throne spoke first.

When His voice came out, it was accompanied by countless terrifying thunderclaps, shocking to the soul, directly affecting Their genes.

If They hadn’t grown up with Big Brother since They were young, They might have been startled and exposed Their presence.

Of course, if They had to compare, the Creator God’s voice wasn’t as terrifying as Big Brother’s – when Big Brother spoke, He could electrocute Them.

They heard the Creator God slowly speak in a detached yet majestic tone. “Is what you said truly real?”

The question was clearly directed at Sitri.

Sitri calmly responded. “Yes.”

What were They talking about? The four demons wondered.

In the next second, the Creator God said, “You betrayed your father, choosing me, why?”

The four demons shuddered, immediately wanting to beat someone up.

Beelzebub thought this was perfect, let’s hear what reason this unfilial son could come up with!

Sitri raised His eyes, seemingly gazing directly into the strong light, and actually answered.

“Because that person is too gentle.”

The words echoed in the palace, and the air froze subtly.

This answer barely constituted a reason. Bachin was about to curse – Father was good to you, what were you unsatisfied with, are you perhaps a masochist? Don’t like gentleness but prefer brutality?

Moreover, it wasn’t just Them who didn’t understand, it seemed He on the throne didn’t either.

He was silent for a few seconds, then continued asking, “Why betray Him because of this?”

However, Sitri seemed to think that previous sentence had already answered everything, a trace of impatience flashing across His cold face.

“Do you really need to ask?”

Sitri actually questioned back, His voice carrying a hint of barely detectable excitement.

If the twelve zodiac gods outside saw this attitude, They would beat Him up in less than a second.

But Sitri continued answering, saying matter-of-factly. “Because that person is too gentle, too wonderful, He is the combination of all good things in the world, He is the person who loves me most in this world, and also the person I love most in this world.”

“I love him, I love my father, if I return to his side, I won’t be able to control myself from loving him more, I won’t want to leave him, sticking to him like that stupid snake Botis.”

“But please, how can I be like Botis? This isn’t how I should be in front of Father, so I have to hold back – a truly mature demon won’t be hasty.”

He started out restrained, but became more excited as He spoke, even His expression becoming unnatural. He simply couldn’t love him more.

As the words fell, from the throne above: “……”

The four demons were even more silent, thinking He was going to say something, but in the end it was just a confession? Did He know what occasion this was? Did He know who He was facing?

What kind of ultimate father complex demon was this, Sitri, are You sick? Wait, did You come here to fight one-on-one?

Sure enough, the Creator God became angry!