After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 62.1

Before Beelzebub’s words even faded, the castle collapsed with a thunderous roar.

Aelioge’s eyes darkened, and he immediately turned around, unleashing his magic power to firmly hold down the blood-red coffin.

The curses around the coffin were violently struggling, spraying out fierce lightning, almost breaking free from Aelioge’s control.

The little black bird finally became smart for once, using his [Darkness] power to envelop the entire space, effectively excluding all magic except their own.

Beelzebub acted at the same time, his powerful magic stabilizing the situation.

The blood-red coffin was forcefully pressed down by the three powers, with a boom, it trembled incessantly, spitting out lightning.

They exchanged a glance, and decisively left the domain of the Goddess of Fortune, transferring to a starry land in subspace.

The red coffin was placed there, and it was at this point that it began to emanate a dense bloody scent, requiring the sacrifice of at least tens of thousands of lives to refine such a sinister object.

Aelioge didn’t bother observing the situation like Beelzebub, but directly infused magic power, wanting to forcibly open the red coffin.

The red coffin was invaded by the magic power, violently shaking, but showed no signs of opening.

The enclosed space was tightly sealed, not by forcibly compressed magic power, but by the dying thoughts of countless beings.

Resolute thoughts are hard to dispel, and if forcibly opened, all these thoughts would be reduced to ashes.

Aelioge hesitated, his hand hovering in the void without pressing further.

Seeing this, Beelzebub stepped forward, placing his hand on the red coffin, intending to forcibly break through the thoughts and open it.

Aelioge stopped him on the spot, grabbing Beelzebub’s wrist and staring into those icy cold eyes. “Don’t do it.”

Beelzebub usually didn’t listen to Aelioge, but this time he raised his gaze and directly asked, “Why? They are just dying thoughts after all, have you empathized with them because you once shared their situation?”

What a ruthless fellow. Aelioge’s eyes darkened slightly, but he actually admitted, “Is that not allowed?”

Beelzebub frowned. “What’s wrong with you, are you also becoming indecisive like Inpos now?”

“There’s more than one way to do this.”

The little black bird looked left and right, weakly saying, “Is there a possibility of opening this coffin without destroying them?”

The two demons glared at him, and the little black bird quickly folded his wings, terrified.

But he wasn’t wrong, there could indeed be such a possibility.

This coffin looked like a top-tier magic artifact, forged by a grandmaster craftsman. Forcibly breaking it is one way to open it, but since it is an object, there should theoretically be a more convenient way to open it.

And forcibly opening it is actually quite dangerous, what if Justin dies the moment it’s opened? It’s safer to let a professional magician handle it.

But the two of them were not adept at artifact forging.

The only being they knew who excelled at artifact forging was a certain demon. But by involving him, wouldn’t all their kin soon know that their father has returned?

Although nearly half of them already know now…

Aelioge covered his face, slightly perplexed how the situation had turned out this way, but could only think, “It doesn’t matter, he’s an idiot, as long as we don’t tell him, he won’t even think of it.”

Yes, that demon was the stupidest among all their kin, Morax was already considered relatively thoughtless, but this demon was even more empty-headed than Morax.

Naive and simple, he just loved artifact forging, a bit of a simpleton, and a little mentally abnormal, but no major problems, right?

However, Beelzebub still emphasized, “Aelioge, directly opening it is the fastest approach, you should be able to sense that the Hero Justin’s aura is weakening, he could die at any moment.”

Aelioge said, “I brought Buer’s resurrection potion. Even if he’s dead, I can still revive him.”

Beelzebub paused for a few seconds, looking into Aelioge’s eyes, with a complex tone, “Is it the matter of Father saving Little Light that has affected you, that you won’t even let go of these thoughts now?”

Saving the impossible is not their duty, they are not saints, they do not abide by any virtues, they should just let things take their course.

“Don’t ask too much.”

Aelioge glared at him, raising his hand to open a spatial channel.

Many of their kin knew the location of that demon, anyone could go find him.

Their nineteenth-ranked kin, Celerios.

However, Beelzebub was talkative, turning to look at the spatial channel, casually saying, “Didn’t expect you, who doesn’t seek to master the power of [War], would also have such thoughts.”

The spatial channel opened, Aelioge turned and didn’t respond to him, “That’s because you don’t understand me.”

Beelzebub paused momentarily.

The little black bird, caught in the middle, felt that the relationship between these two brothers was rather awkward.

Beelzebub didn’t say anything further, but turned to take a look at the Divine Kingdom of Destruction.

The castle had collapsed, billowing smoke and dust.

The main city area of the Divine Kingdom of Destruction was a group of towering giant spires rising from the flat ground. Various massive objects were mixed together, on a grand scale, with an imposing presence.

In the distance, the sounds of song and dance could be faintly heard, as if the goddess’s masquerade ball had started again.

What a loathsome place for demons.

Beelzebub swept a glance, deeply furrowing his brows, his expression impatient, as he directly walked into the spatial channel.

The little black bird noticed his reaction, and became pensive again.

****

In the spatial channel, the little black bird developed some gossipy curiosity, gathering the courage to ask Beelzebub, “Elder Brother, what happened between you and that Fortune fellow, why did he curse you?”

What a presumptuous “Elder Brother”.

Beelzebub raised an eyebrow, flicking the little black bird’s forehead.

The little black bird cried out in pain, a few feathers falling off.

Beelzebub snorted, “Didn’t I say? It was simply because I refused to attend Her masquerade ball.”

The little black bird found that a bit unbelievable, “Just for that, She cursed you so severely? That doesn’t seem like She’d be that petty, unless you meant something quite special to Her?”

Aelioge subtly shifted his gaze, listening to their conversation.

Beelzebub fell silent, as if he was actually trying to recall the specific details from back then.

The little black bird continued to ask, “Could it be that you even forgot what exactly you did?”

Beelzebub’s expression darkened.

Aelioge couldn’t help but chuckle, “You like to accuse others of being forgetful, but you’re the one who’s the most absentminded, forgetting the key events, barely paying attention to anything.”

“Shut up, I’m thinking.”

Beelzebub frowned, pressing a finger to his brow, concentrating intently, until finally a scene seemed to resurface in his memory, making his expression even more unsightly.

Aelioge gave Beelzebub a meaningful sideways glance. “So, you’ve remembered?”

The little black bird was full of curiosity.

Beelzebub’s expression was unsettled, as if the matter was not quite the same as His impression.

Aelioge, as if he had thought of something, chuckled, “Could it be that you abandoned the Goddess of Fortune and were then cursed by Her insanely?”

Huh? There was such an incident?

The little black bird’s eyes widened, almost about to scream.

Beelzebub immediately changed his expression, angrily saying, “Don’t talk nonsense, I only accidentally destroyed something of Hers.”

The little black bird was disappointed, “…What did you destroy?”

Beelzebub sank into recollection, “At the time, I was fighting with Amon, and Amon knocked me out into subspace, crashing into the divine kingdom of the Goddess of Fortune.”

As he spoke, Beelzebub’s brows furrowed tightly, as if the recollection was even more difficult, “I destroyed something of Hers, angering Her, so She cursed me.”

Aelioge gave Beelzebub a sideways glance, “So in the end it was just a fight that caused the trouble? Hmph, how juvenile.”

The little black bird probed further, “So do you remember what exactly you destroyed?”

Beelzebub sank into thought again.

Perhaps long-lived beings all have such moments, with too many memories, once they try to recall something, it becomes very difficult to accurately remember.

Logically, that should have been a deeply impactful major event, right? Yet he just couldn’t remember. His consciousness not only awakened slowly, but was also somewhat incomplete. Since it didn’t have much impact, he was also too lazy to bother, which also led to him frequently forgetting things. But then again, long-lived beings don’t really need to remember too many things in the first place.

Remembering too much can be tiring.

Aelioge, seeing Beelzebub struggling to recall, casually said, “So I say your weakness is arrogance, you’re so careless every day, not even caring about such an important memory, if it were me, I’d definitely chase the Goddess of Fortune to the ends of the universe, refusing to stop until She lifts the curse.”

Beelzebub’s forehead veins were throbbing.

Aelioge: “Hating trouble, not caring about trouble, will only lead to even greater trouble.”

Beelzebub: “Enough, you’re just picking on my flaws, aren’t you? There’s still someone who might die in that coffin, shouldn’t we focus on that?”

In just over ten minutes, the two of them had already exchanged several rounds of mutual barbs.

If Justin in the coffin had any consciousness, he’d probably report the two nephews’ various misdeeds to their father Xiu Si.

Couldn’t this space transfer be accelerated a bit?

The little black bird was quite shocked by Aelioge and Beelzebub’s argument, but then, thinking about his relationship with the God of Light, he suddenly understood. Wasn’t this just how brothers are? Ah, yes! This is so normal.

As a result, the two demons really did just keep scolding each other, like an eternal-motion machine, both too proud, unable to tolerate the other.

However, Beelzebub finally recalled, “I just happened to hit Her wardrobe, the fabric flew everywhere, and I instinctively burned it down.”

The little black bird was dumbfounded, “No, don’t you know? The Goddess of Fortune loves parties, She cares a lot about Her clothes, if anyone messes them up, whether intentionally or not, She’ll hold a grudge for hundreds of years.”

Aelioge was at a loss for words, “So it was just for this reason? I’m really impressed by you, if you’d remembered this earlier!”

Beelzebub was impatient, directly dropping a bombshell, looking at Aelioge, “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Inpos messed up, Amon has already gone to Father.”

“What did you say?”

Aelioge paused on the spot, his pupils trembling. That Inpos fellow, how useless he was!

Beelzebub greatly enjoyed the bomb-dropping effect, continuing, “Buer has also been exposed, a small-fry demon on the surface only around level thirty, yet able to speak like a greater demon, I suspect Father was considerate and didn’t question Her further.”

Aelioge just felt his brain go “boom”. This group of family members, one less reliable than the other. To have to take care of so many of them? Might as well let me die.

“What are they all doing!”

Aelioge felt despair for the first time, he should have just hidden their father away in the beginning, but unfortunately those few unreliable ones had to stumble upon him.

The spatial transfer ended, a bright light suddenly appeared, the scenery rapidly changing, arriving at a greenhouse filled with bird songs and floral fragrances.

The lighting here was bright, the air thick with magic power, and very quiet, just taking a whiff, one could smell the earthy scent.

Their younger brother just liked places like this.

Speaking of which, sometimes their Sixth Sister and Eighth Sister would also come here to do some things, they’d better not run into Sixth Sister and Eighth Sister, otherwise their plan to keep things hidden would be completely ruined.

Aelioge took a deep breath, thinking it’s best to leave Beelzebub alone for now. The top priority is to get the Hero Justin out of the red coffin.

He is the most reliable child of their father, this is something that no one would dare to question!

At the same time…

Their arrival caught the attention of a young man. The young man wore a worker’s outfit, covered in dirt, his face also smudged, if not for his green eyes and that refined face, his presence would be almost non-existent.

He didn’t quite understand why Aelioge and Beelzebub had come here together, bringing a top-tier cursed artifact.

“What is that thing?”

A few seconds later, Aelioge single-handedly lifted the red coffin, tossing it into the center of the artifact forging room.

Giving a direct order to the dirt-covered young man.

“Safely get the human out of there.”

The little black bird looked at the red coffin, afraid that Justin inside had already been ruined by Aelioge’s handling.

****

At the same time, in the Divine Kingdom of Destruction, at the masquerade ball venue.

Various beings had unanimously transformed into humanoid forms, then hand in hand, following the music, dancing various social dances.

Unlike the divine race, some species’ aesthetics were inherently low-grade, their attire and makeup all baffling.

Amid the lingering melodies of classical music, a humanoid figure wearing a large black dog mask slowly stepped out from the curtain, an elegant bearing, walking straight towards the raised dais.

On the dais were a few sofas, but only one divine being was seated.

She had a head of snow-white long hair, yet Her skin was a translucent black, gleaming like a black pearl, with a metallic luster, the color tone fresh and vibrant, Her attire a collision of simplicity and grandeur, the dress pattern intricate and dazzling, while the top was only a faint white.

The dog-headed person walked up to Her, casually picking up a golden champagne from the server’s tray, and grandly declared, “Goddess of Fortune, your decision to side with us is absolutely right, the lowly humans do not deserve to occupy the continent, assisting us in restoring divine rule, exterminating all dissenting races, is what all gods should do.”

Before the words had even faded, the music stopped, and all the beings turned their gazes towards him.

Hidden behind the mask, his expression was concealed, but his tone was evident to anyone.

He stood less than three meters from the Goddess of Fortune, politely giving a deep bow, then spoke softly, “Greetings, great Goddess of Happiness, the foolish harmony and wisdom have already fallen, among the three great goddesses, only you can stand at the end. Hehe, I’ve always said that fortune is the highest concept, no being can be without fortune, it is those blind gods who failed to recognize your greatness.”

The Goddess of Fortune’s expression remained calm as she said, “I love hearing your words.”

The dog-masked person smiled, “All of this is prepared for you, your approval is the greatest praise for us.”

He acted like a servant, but no one present dared to underestimate him.

The look in their eyes towards him was tinged with deep fear.

This dog-headed person was the second-in-command with towering power in the Divine Kingdom of Destruction, his strength and status only second to Federi.

It’s said that he has almost reached the ultimate, with power exceeding imagination, a single thought could reduce you to ashes.

The Goddess of Fortune gave him a glance, completely unintimidated, and even spoke up, “However, I am also a bit curious.”

The dog-headed person smiled slightly behind the mask, “Curious about what?”

The Goddess of Fortune casually waved her hand, almost as if making casual conversation, “The God of Destruction… is He truly about to revive?”

This question of hers was actually quite crucial, because there were different versions of the story circulating.

Some said Federi wanted to devour the God of Destruction, some said Federi wanted to ascend as the God of Destruction himself, as the closest aide to the God of Destruction, the dog-headed person should be the most clear on Federi’s intentions, and what exactly the situation was.

The crowd held their breath.

What would the answer be?

Then they heard the calm male voice.

“Yes.”