After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 59.2

Meanwhile, high above the Oedipus Empire.

A massive light body covered half the globe, dividing into countless golden streams, flowing with an incredibly terrifying and solemn aura.

The otherworld god quietly guarded this place, suddenly transforming into human form, walking on the golden rivers. Its long golden hair shimmered brilliantly, flowing like water into the rivers beneath its feet. It walked slowly, each step creating lotus flowers, with golden light splashing up like raindrops where it stepped.

The golden droplets paused just before falling, truly forming lotus flowers.

The entire scene was both still and flowing, creating a contradictory yet harmonious beauty.

It lowered its gaze, seeming to mutter to itself, or perhaps repeating.

“Blue skies and white clouds, flocks of birds and schools of fish… the beauty of the world.”

“Witness, experience?”

It seemed lost in thought, golden eyes turning with its thoughts.

Clearly, it could hear the words spoken to the little light body because their divine bodies were connected. It could “empathize” with everything happening to the little light body.

It seemed to think for a long time, yet still didn’t know how to evaluate, finally just murmuring. “That person… is very good at teaching children.”

“What he said is indeed true.”

In fact, taken alone, these weren’t particularly insightful words. The key lay in the person speaking them.

That person was comforting a baby, yet unexpectedly also…

The otherworld god paused, a slight ripple appearing in its golden eyes, as if a hint of curiosity had arisen.

****

On the other side, in the cosmic domain of subspace location 12.33.432.

Aelioge opened the void and stepped out. As expected, he saw the Divine Kingdom of Destruction reappearing in the distance, occupying an entire cosmic domain.

Its divine kingdom resembled a vast, endless sea of clouds, layer upon layer, complex and interwoven. Occasionally, giant dragons would emerge, coiling through, their terrifying dragon breath scorching the void, sending out tsunami-like intimidation.

While its exterior was grand in scale, within the sea of clouds were various immense structures.

Its size was roughly that of a planet, with various races existing on it. Goblins seemed to be more numerous, and although humans were few, they were faintly visible.

Outside the divine kingdom, an enormous, boundless max-level creature encircled it.

It also appeared to be a black bird, with just its head the size of a satellite, let alone its body.

In fact, its name was the Black Phoenix, with extremely high divinity. Theoretically, its intelligence should be dozens of times higher than humans, but this one clearly lacked a sense of intelligence, as if its soul had been extracted. Its eyes were blank, empty, with its sole purpose being to kill anyone attempting to intrude.

Subspace had many such mythical creatures. Although powerful, they lacked consciousness, or rather, their consciousness level was comparable to cats and dogs. If you could tame them, you could use them as pets.

In subspace, any large, brainless creature could potentially be tamed into a guardian pet.

Regardless of this Black Phoenix’s consciousness level, its max-level strength was undoubtedly beyond question.

Ordinary human experts would likely hesitate upon arriving here, let alone infiltrating to find someone in the Oedipus Empire.

The little black bird, being the God of Darkness, naturally didn’t fear this large black bird, but it was somewhat wary of the overflowing divine power of the God of Destruction.

It looked worriedly at Aelioge and said, “Fifteenth brother, are you sure about sending a demon to investigate?”

Aelioge calmly replied, “It’s just an investigation, what’s there to fear?”

“The God of Destruction is dangerous. Even at my peak, I wouldn’t dare provoke Him lightly.”

The little black bird analyzed with its limited bird brain, “He’s a high-level existence on par with the Abyss God. If He recovers, the continent might change hands.”

Its rare lack of banter and rational analysis of the situation showed its respect and caution towards the God of Destruction.

Aelioge’s expression remained calm, “I see. Do you know the God of Destruction?”

The little black bird recalled, “I’ve fought Him a few times. He’s a madman who wanted to eat me. I couldn’t win so I ran. He’s truly strong, His concept of destruction is no joke, and He’s indeed insane.”

Hearing this, Aelioge suddenly smiled, “How insane?”

“…His consciousness is in chaos, completely unsound. In human terms, He’s like a drunk, causing destruction everywhere.”

The little black bird continued to recall, seriously saying, “The main reason the Gods Era ended was because of Him. In just one year, He devoured no less than a hundred deities. You all were in the abyss so you probably don’t know, but the God of Destruction was suppressed by the joint efforts of the gods, with the hero contributing half the effort.”

Aelioge: “Oh?”

The little black bird continued to emphasize. “Back then, the God of Destruction went completely mad, devouring the divinity of countless gods, eating until He couldn’t stop, almost swallowing the entire continent.”

“…”

Aelioge suddenly asked, “Was He that hungry?”

“Is that your focus?”

The little black bird widened its eyes in disbelief.

The little black bird was perplexed. Shouldn’t they be more concerned about the history of gods? Although He was indeed too hungry.

Aelioge seemed to have been inspired, and the topic drifted again. He said, “You know Beelzebub, right? He was also gluttonous as a child. When his consciousness first awoke, he ate everything in sight. Biting us was one thing, but he even dared to bite Father. He was disciplined by our eldest brother but never learned. Father was troubled, we were all annoyed, and could only go out to find things for him to eat. He ate every day, yet always cried hunger, as if he would never be full. If Father wasn’t careful, he’d run off to eat things.”

The little black bird found it hard to believe. “Brother Beelzebub doesn’t seem like that kind of demon.”

“He looks calm?”

Aelioge sneered, “Ha, that’s because you haven’t seen him when he’s hungry.”

The little black bird indeed hadn’t seen that, and curiously asked, “Is it really that terrifying?”

Aelioge: “When he’s hungry, he loses all reason. It’s the worst. Once he went so mad that it took both our eldest and second eldest brothers to subdue him. His ability is too troublesome, he really can eat a lot. In his normal state, he unconsciously suppresses his power. What we see is just his disguise.”

“I still find it hard to believe.”

The little black bird was dumbfounded, then thought for a moment.

In its impression, Beelzebub was polite, elegant, and aristocratic. How could he be so hungry that he couldn’t find his way, devouring everything in sight? This was almost like… the God of Destruction.

At this thought, the little black bird was stunned for a moment, as if realizing something, but then shook its head, thinking how could that be possible?

“No way…”

“You know the demon’s face but not his heart. One day when he’s hungry, you’ll understand. But he hasn’t been hungry since reaching max level. Of course, it’s possible we just don’t know. The subspace is so vast, with so many creatures. After reaching max level, he could eat everywhere, always filling his stomach. It’s not that he’s not hungry, but that his ways of finding food have diversified.”

As he said this, a complex look flashed in Aelioge’s eyes.

The little black bird shook its head and said seriously, “Fifteenth brother, weren’t we originally talking about the God of Destruction? Haven’t we strayed a bit far from the topic?”

“That’s right.”

Aelioge came back to his senses and nodded.

Looking at the distant scene, he paused for a few seconds, his expression somewhat deep, as if lost in thought.

Since arriving here, his expression had been somewhat unpredictable, as if the God of Destruction had sparked some thoughts in him.

The little black bird asked suspiciously, “What’s wrong?”

Aelioge remained silent, dark clouds seeming to roil in the depths of his eyes.

The little black bird looked at Aelioge’s profile, also lost in thought.

“Let’s drop this topic.”

Aelioge finally turned his gaze towards the Divine Kingdom of Destruction and calmly said, “The focus is on Hero Justin. How did he end up in the Divine Kingdom of Destruction?”

Hero Justin disappeared in the year 5555 of the Demons Era, meaning he had been missing for two to three thousand years. Moreover, the location where he disappeared wasn’t nearby and had nothing to do with the God of Destruction. How did he end up here after all this time?

The little black bird pondered, “I think he escaped here.”

To be honest, spatial storms often occur in subspace, so it wouldn’t be strange if Justin was thrown here.

It wouldn’t be surprising to find Justin anywhere.

When talking about this, one couldn’t help but mention what Buer and Inpos had said about finding memory beasts to obtain the hero’s memories.

This method certainly wouldn’t work.

If it could work, how many people throughout history would have fought for this possibility?

Aelioge speculated. “Perhaps he encountered a space-time turbulence and accidentally fell into the Divine Kingdom of Destruction.”

“That’s certainly possible.”

“What I find incredible is how the Goddess of Wisdom knew Justin might be in the Divine Kingdom of Destruction.”

“Is it because of her blessing?” the little black bird said. “Deities can sense the location and state of their followers to some extent. Doesn’t Justin have the blessing of the Goddess of Wisdom?”

“Is that so?”

Aelioge had forgotten about this matter. He had never paid attention to His contractors, although He could know their whereabouts anytime, anywhere.

“Does this mean the possibility of Justin being in the Divine Kingdom of Destruction is very high?”

The little black bird asked, inexplicably anxious.

Aelioge didn’t answer. He directly released His magic perception, closed His eyes, and concealed His aura.

A few minutes later, He analyzed. “The God of Destruction hasn’t awakened yet, but His followers seem to have gained some kind of power. They won’t be easy to deal with.”

The little black bird turned its head and said seriously, “Should we engage in a direct confrontation then?”

Aelioge shook His head. “Let’s not act rashly. We should first investigate the situation clearly. I have a feeling that Hero Justin is indeed within the Divine Kingdom of Destruction.”

“I think so too.”

“As long as he’s not in a state where he’s not in control of himself, he should be trying to find ways to escape.”

Justin was a healing class. He didn’t have many combat methods. Even if he was once at max level, it would be difficult to handle this situation, right?

Aelioge glanced at the little black bird.

The little black bird smiled, then transformed into a golden-haired, black-eyed youth.

“Let’s go, Fifteenth Brother.”

“… Alright.”

Infiltration operation, start!

Hero Justin, your rescue team has arrived!

****

Meanwhile.

In the basement of a Church of Dawn in a certain country.

Beelzebub coldly surveyed the surroundings, his eyes full of murderous intent.

“You all want to keep secrets, huh? Then die with those secrets.”

His progress was clearly not going smoothly. He hadn’t found many useful clues so far.

After dealing with the people, Beelzebub stepped out of the void and appeared on the grass outside the church.

The cold wind whistled, and the weather was slightly damp.

He raised his eyes, his gaze fixed precisely on the Divine Kingdom of Destruction.

“The God of Destruction, is He about to revive?”

Beelzebub had a feeling, and a few seconds later, He appeared in the Hammurabi Empire.

Then, He took control of the Church of Dawn with just one speech technique.

He didn’t believe that the mastermind behind all this could be so watertight, without a single flaw.

****

The next morning.

The little ragdoll yawned and got up, only to find that its father was not in the bed!

Where did Father go! She quickly went to search and after a few steps, saw Xiu Si reading at the door.

The grandfather clock next door clearly showed 7:30 in the morning.

The little ragdoll didn’t care about the time and immediately pounced on him, meowing.

Xiu Si lowered his head, rubbing Her round head, “Good morning, why are you up so early?”

The little ragdoll was about to speak when She unexpectedly discovered that Her father’s aura had grown stronger again.

Great news!

“You’re asking how I did it?”

Xiu Si pondered, “I’m not sure either. Last night I dreamed of a place, or should I say a palace? It’s not the first time I’ve dreamed of it. I always feel like it’s within reach, yet unreachable.”

Then every time he woke up from the dream, he would feel his mental power increasing. He didn’t know why himself, and there seemed to be no upper limit.

The little ragdoll pondered thoughtfully. She didn’t understand, but Father had leveled up, happy meow!

At about the same time.

The sound of armor and the footsteps of more than a dozen people could be heard outside the door.

They were definitely soldiers. Just from the sound of their footsteps, one could tell. That level of discipline was impossible to fake.

Xiu Si sensed that something was happening, and just as he turned his head, he saw a short-haired man who looked like a knight appear at the bookstore entrance. Behind him were his soldiers or something similar, each solemn and majestic, like warriors about to go into battle.

The short-haired knight saw Xiu Si, a flash of joy crossed his face, and he immediately approached and asked, “Excuse me, are you Mr. Yi Xiusi?”

Xiu Si replied indifferently. “Yes.”

The short-haired knight felt honored and also got straight to the point. “Do you know where Great Mentor Matros is?”

Xiu Si didn’t immediately say no, but asked, “What do you want with Great Mentor Matros?”

The short-haired knight said, “To be honest, I am the Knight Commander of the Fourth Knight Regiment of the Hammurabi Empire. There is an urgent matter that needs to be discussed with Great Mentor Matros.”

The little ragdoll heard this, her beautiful emerald eyes blinked, as if finding it very interesting.

****

At the same time, the real “Matros” encountered an unexpected situation.

Inpos had been watching Amon, but historical research was really too boring and dull. He dozed off for a moment, and when He woke up, He found Himself tied to a chair, along with a small white bird by His side.

Inpos stared at the small white bird, then panicked, thinking to Himself that this was bad!

Amon walked out of the darkness, revealing an innocent boy’s face, smiling and saying, “Inpos, you know where Father is, don’t you?”