After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 66.1

Ram Head was behaving arrogantly, relying on its unfathomable magic power to fire indiscriminately at the Imperial City. However, It suddenly stopped, as a chill ran from Its feet to the top of Its head, chilling Its flesh and bones to the core!

It was frightened and didn’t have time to identify the source of the chill. Its whole body trembled frantically with fear, and It instinctively employed Its strongest defensive measures. Golden light flickered around Its body, forming an impenetrable defensive shield that even a true god couldn’t easily destroy!

“Who is it?!”

It shouted out loud.

However, in the next second, the void in front of It suddenly split open, and a hand from within gripped Its throat, directly breaking Its spine with a crack.

“Ahhh!”

Ram Head’s eyes widened, with no time to call for help, Its eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, because It recognized that magic power.

How… how could it possibly be the Abyss Lord Vassago? Why would He be here?

Ram Head cried for help internally, then Its whole body burst into black flames, turning to ashes in just a few seconds.

A crisis that suddenly occurred was suddenly resolved.

Even the magic tower couldn’t detect exactly what had happened.

Many magicians looked up and observed, only to see ashes falling, with nothing left in Ram Head’s position.

“What happened? Did It leave?”

“Fool, how could It possibly leave? It came to kill!”

Among the many magicians, only a few saw Ram Head’s death.

Great Magician Millard was dumbfounded. Although he didn’t know who had acted, he was certain that the being who did was definitely at max level!

Behind Millard, an apprentice magician was hidden in the shadows, his head lowered, but his eyes raised, revealing a pair of eyes faintly glowing red.

No one noticed him, perhaps because his presence was too low. He wore an ordinary fitted robe, with commonly seen straw-gold long hair, tied with a plain piece of fabric, braided into a somewhat thick plait, with the hair ends just falling to his waist.

If there was anything particular about him, it was his waist.

He used a leather belt to secure his robe, with several holes drilled in the belt, and various things tied to it with several pieces of string.

Those were multicolored fabric bags, with unknown contents.

Magicians usually carried magical materials like him to enhance magical effects, using them when necessary to cast spells more conveniently or to increase some magical effects.

It was unknow if that was the case for him, but he carried six or seven fabric bags of different colors, not knowing what the distinction was based on.

If anyone had paid attention to him, they might have seen that his bags emitted a faint glow like fireflies.

As if hiding some kind of energy body.

Looking more closely, they seemed to have life, trembling slightly, as if wanting to escape.

However, as soon as he lowered his gaze slightly, they immediately returned to calm, everything appearing normal.

“…”

He silently looked into the distance, his eyes obscure and unclear, as if brewing danger.

The magicians present were startled, but perhaps they were also used to it. After confirming there was no crisis, they didn’t dwell much on the matter.

Only Millard muttered, lowering his head, “Could it be that this Ram Head was killed by the number one ranked?”

Indeed, it was possible. The number one ranked was living a good life in seclusion, and you, some unknown Ram Head, came to challenge them.

If they were displeased and killed you, could you even complain?

But Millard also felt that it didn’t seem to be done by the number one ranked person themselves. Why…

He didn’t know how to explain it, suddenly associating it with the incident of the Sword Saint family being wiped out in one night.

He felt that all these events were somehow related. And that he had overlooked something very important.

At the same time, Levin stopped halfway through his run, turning his head to stare blankly at the sky, a sound escaping his throat, “Huh?”

It ended so quickly? I didn’t even make it to the door.

A strange feeling welled up inside him, once again making him realize the importance of strength. He certainly guessed who was involved – wasn’t it Mr. Yi Xiusi?

But Mr. Yi Xiusi was too strong. Wasn’t that Ram Head one of the twelve leaders? Shouldn’t there have been a back-and-forth battle for a few rounds before it was resolved? How did it die in the blink of an eye?

Is this the strength of the number one ranked? It’s terrifying!

He didn’t know yet that in battles with overwhelming level differences, the outcome is usually determined in seconds. It can’t even be called a battle – a battle should be a contest between those with similar levels and strengths.

Vassago had always been lazy since childhood, so lazy that if a problem could be solved with one finger, He would never use two fingers. If something could be resolved in one go, He would never leave it for next time.

Ram Head’s luck was too bad, directly encountering Vassago, the third-ranked. What kind of show could one expect It to put on?

At this moment, Xiu Si had just stood up, about to open the system news to see what was happening. He didn’t expect the outside broadcast to be so fast, announcing the threat was over in less than a minute.

Was it resolved so quickly?

He was shocked and opened the system news to take a look.

[One of the twelve leaders of the Divine Kingdom of Destruction, Ram Head, was killed in the Oedipus Great Empire, the suspected actor is the number one ranked human]

What, it was actually the number one ranked human?

Xiu Si was shocked. He had heard some rumors about this person, saying they suddenly skyrocketed to first place, shocking the entire continent, with countless high-level officials from various countries looking for them.

He never imagined that such a formidable figure was actually in this city, possibly a stranger you might brush shoulders with?

It gave him a strange sense of security.

Xiu Si had just sat down again after standing up, and as soon as he put his arm on the table, he encountered a furry “attack”.

The white cat seemed sleepy, wanting to nuzzle against its father’s hand while basking in the morning sun.

Xiu Si smiled and said softly, “Sleep, everything’s fine outside now.”

The small short-legged cat beside them looked at its third brother with admiration, its eyes almost sparkling with stars.

It thought, Third brother is so strong… I want to become a cat like third brother.

The white cat suddenly opened its closed eyes and patted the little cat’s face with a paw, transmitting a message. “It’s nothing. If Botis had acted, It wouldn’t have just turned to ashes, It would have become ram’s head soup.”

The little cat nodded vigorously. Ah, brother Botis, It knew, that was a very scary brother. To describe him in human terms, he was ruthless and cruel, the most vicious existence among their 24 siblings. Although ranked 17th, his threat level was among the highest.

Every time It met brother Botis, It didn’t dare to raise its head, fearing that brother Botis might eat It.

The big white cat saw It thinking and asked, “By the way, when do you plan to let them out?”

The little cat paused, its eyes downcast, seemingly feeling it had gone too far, afraid that its brothers and sister would beat It when they came out.

The big white cat seemed to see through Its thoughts and tapped Its forehead with a paw, “Do whatever you want, but don’t keep calling for Big Brother, understand?”

The little cat whimpered and nodded heavily, “I won’t call for Big Brother carelessly, I know, Big Brother is busy, He’s establishing His dominion in the subspace.”

The big white cat raised an eyebrow, lost in thought.

It still remembered when they first came out of the abyss. Although the Gods Era had ended, the continent was still not a livable place, with giant beasts and natural disasters everywhere, as well as rampaging divine kingdoms left behind after the gods’ deaths.

Their big brother was searching for their father while fighting giant beasts. After fighting until there was nothing left to fight, He truly conquered the continent single-handedly, leading to a change in eras, overlapping into the Demons Era.

The Demons Era lasted for a long time. During this period, Big Brother fought giant beasts and surrounding races until they had no choice but to submit and bow down, including even the elves, gnomes, and several major dragon systems.

What does it mean to sweep across the continent? This was it.

It was only when there was nothing left to fight that Big Brother broke into the subspace, conquering while searching for their father.

In a sense, their Big Brother was truly consistent, just too majestic and fierce, never hesitating to discipline them.

Vassago thought, let Big Brother remain unaware for as long as possible, they should be able to settle everything before Big Brother discovers it.

Seeing the big white cat lost in thought, the little cat curiously asked, “Where did brother Inpos go?”

Evidently, It smelled many of Its siblings on Its father, including Inpos and Amon.

Vassago paused, shifting Its gaze, “Him? He should be working hard right now.”

****

Just as He said, at that moment, Inpos was in Amon’s hands, forced to complete various tasks assigned by Amon.

The poor little white bird, innocent and pure, had been reduced to an all-purpose bird, organizing books, turning pages, finding information, and even providing lighting.

Amon not only drove them but also didn’t spare those historians from His clutches.

There were those who resisted, but they all failed in the end.

After several rounds of struggle, Amon had almost become the leader of the historical research group, with no one daring to disobey.

Meanwhile, Helen, the real group leader, was watching from the side while drinking tea.

Helen occasionally murmured. “It’s truly incredible.”

She seemed to have discovered something but didn’t dare to tell anyone else.

****

On another front, in the tactical meeting room of the Hammurabi Great Empire.

“What? One of their twelve leaders, the Ram Head, went to declare war on the Oedipus Great Empire and was instantly killed?”

“Great news!”

General Hilton excitedly pounded the table, feeling a sense of great revenge.

“They must have known the number one ranked human was there and went to challenge, but didn’t expect the opponent to be even stronger.”

“Of course! What does the number one ranked human mean? Reliable!”

Everyone around the round table showed signs of joy.

“We can relax now, we can relax.”

But while relaxing, they also had doubts.

“But who exactly is this number one ranked human?”

“Has anyone communicated with Oedipus?”

“As far as I know, Oedipus has been investigating privately, but they haven’t found out either.”

Hearing this, Hilton sighed, “Too mysterious. Perhaps the number one ranked doesn’t want to get involved in the Divine Kingdom of Destruction’s affairs, but that Ram Head went to deliver itself.”

“The number two ranked human is already at max level, one step away from ultimate. How dare they challenge the number one ranked so easily.”

“What did you say? He’s already at max level?”

With the second Harmonious War imminent, this news boosted morale.

However, the advisors still believed the situation couldn’t be viewed optimistically. They analyzed, “If the number one ranked remains neutral, then the focus will be on the second and third ranked individuals.”

The current second-ranked was Norman Till, known as “Radiant Star”, a super-powerful expert in both magic and martial arts. He was a student of Agares, a contractor of the Demon God Baal, and belonged to no faction, wandering alone through subspace.

The third-ranked was Sophia, the Sword Saint of the Midlands, hailed as the greatest Sword Saint of all time, known as “The Crimson”.

Their power was era-defining, opening up a huge gap with Eve, who was ranked fourth.

If Eve was considered a human powerhouse, these two were world-class powerhouses, on par with gods, intimidating all races. Even powerful races like the elves feared them.

Norman Till had once defeated the Otherworld God No. 009, successfully repelling it and ensuring it would never dare to set foot on the human continent again. His strength and achievements commanded respect.

Norman Till was also known as a neutral party of order. He was often absent from the continent, occasionally carrying out missions for the alliance in subspace or other racial domains. With a calm and humble personality, he was cautious against enemies and never underestimated any opponent. He was considered a born warrior, blessed by the God of War since childhood, with unparalleled martial fortune. Although he had faced many major crises in life, he always managed to overcome them.

The story of his encounter with the Abyss Lord Agares was often recited by wandering poets. The truth of the story was unclear, but the most widespread version said that when he was 24, he ventured into elven territory, overcame 81 obstacles, and finally reached a mysterious place.

There, he met Agares and became his student. However, the Agares he met was not from his timeline, but from thousands of years ago. That mysterious realm could transcend time and space, allowing one to meet past existences.

At that time, Agares had not yet revealed his true identity as the Abyss Lord and appeared as a white-haired old man.

It was said that Norman Till recognized Agares’s identity at first glance, even though he had never seen the Abyss Lord Agares before.

Agares saw Norman’s magic talent and took him as a student.

But some said that Norman Till had to use all his skills and pass countless tests from Agares to become his student, not just a simple encounter.

The more unified account was that Norman Till trained in that place for exactly 100 days, inheriting Agares’s magic system.

So, after leaving that place, Norman Till suddenly rose to level 90, stepping into the realm of gods, shocking the whole world.

Some wandering poets tended to believe that Norman Till made a deal with Agares, while others believed it was purely a student-teacher relationship.

Norman Till seemed to have never directly responded to this.

As for his relationship with the Demon God Baal… that was even more interesting.

It was said that when he was 28, he encountered the then Demon God Baal while fighting against the Evil Insect Race in subspace.

The most widespread story said that Baal admired strong warriors and, passing by, saw Norman Till’s talent and thus took him as a contractor.

Another story said that Norman Till was seriously injured and near death in battle against the Evil Insect Race when Baal passed by and saved his life. In exchange, he had to become Baal’s contractor and complete a task for Baal.

The exact situation was certainly unclear to outsiders. As for why those wandering poets could confidently claim their stories were true, that was due to their audacity. After all, as long as the person involved didn’t pursue the matter, there were no consequences for making up stories. And someone like Norman Till naturally wouldn’t care about what wandering poets said, while as for Agares and Demon God Baal… when They cared about you, you’d probably be dead.

In history, Demon God Baal had only three contractors, each a great warrior shining in human history. As the youngest one, how could people not have expectations for Norman Till?

The third-ranked Sophia had once repelled Otherworld God No. 012 with a single sword strike, killing to the point where subspace monsters no longer dared to enter within a radius of ten thousand meters of Sophia’s domain. There were many legendary stories about her that were shocking to hear. With Sophia stationed in the Hammurabi Great Empire, the victory rate was sure to increase.

Indeed, Sophia had a lone wolf personality and a chaotic neutral stance. It was hard to say how much effort she would be willing to put in.

The Alliance was already in contact with these two. However, as luck would have it, they both had matters to attend to and were in subspace, unable to return immediately.

If it was just the Harmonious War, they could arrive later and still catch up. But the fear was that the Harmonious War was merely a surface conflict to wear down Hammurabi’s national strength.

Was the Divine Kingdom of Destruction trying to buy time for the God of Destruction to truly resurrect?

At that time, even if human high-rankers like Norman Till united, there might only be one outcome against the ultimate being, the God of Destruction.

That outcome would be destruction.