After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 70.1

The little short-legged cat was stunned, “Drop equipment?”

The little ragdoll nodded heavily, paws squeezing its face, saying, “Don’t you have many divine-level equipments? Quickly take them out for Father.”

Celerios opened his mouth wide, “But Father will—”

Before He could finish, the little ragdoll patted His head and confidently expressed a great idea!

Celerios was dumbfounded, nodding blankly.

A few seconds later, Xiu Si turned around, raised his eyes, and what entered his sight… was actually various swords and weapons filling the bookstore.

Their exquisite craftsmanship and extraordinary effects were visible to the naked eye, radiating dazzling brilliance in the dim room.

“This is…”

He was speechless with shock, and at the same time, there was a meow from below.

He lowered his gaze following the sound, only to see the little ragdoll pulling the small short-legged cat, excitedly saying, “Father meow, can use for leveling up meow!”

Leveling up?

Xiu Si felt confused, walked a few steps closer to the pile of sword equipment, casually picked up a sword, and after a rough appraisal, he discovered that this was damaged equipment. Perhaps it used to be of a very high level, but now the level had dropped.

“Celerios picked them up meow! He scavenges in the abyss every day meow!”

The little ragdoll explained in time, its beautiful cat eyes blinking, like twinkling stars.

“Scavenging?”

Xiu Si remembered, due to the geographical location of the abyss, and humans often fighting at high levels, equipment would occasionally fall.

He recalled that back then, he had almost been hit by falling swords from the sky.

Moreover, his Celerios used to love picking them up to play with back then, and skillfully transformed them into various weapons or crafts.

So it was Celerios who picked these up?

Xiu Si suddenly understood. After all, so much time had passed, if the habits from those years remained unchanged, naturally more and more would be collected, panning for gold in the sand, panning out good things.

Celerios observed Xiu Si, saying somewhat nervously. “Father meow, there’s a lot more meow.”

“Mm.”

Xiu Si said to Celerios: “I happen to need these, thank you.”

Celerios was struck by His father’s smile, floating there, His eyes dazzled.

Xiu Si used the system to detect these items, still unable to read much information, but from his experience, their original quality was all very high, just either damaged or refined by time, becoming old.

He had been worrying about upgrading, and now so many materials had come, it was truly a godsend, wonderful!

He said to the two children. “Father won’t sleep today, you sleep first, there might be some noise, I’ll close the door tighter later.”

Before he finished speaking, the little ragdoll rubbed against his arm, nuzzling its head, revealing a pair of green eyes.

“Father meow, want to keep you company meow~”

Xiu Si was stunned, couldn’t help but recall the past, Buer had always been the child who accompanied him most often. When other children went to level up, She would always stay behind, keep him company, talk to him and make him happy, even though at that time, She had just awakened consciousness and didn’t understand much.

Xiu Si’s eyes softened slightly, he patted the cat’s head, saying gently. “You go to sleep first if you’re tired, Father will be busy for a long time.”

“Meow~”

“Uncle Justin came over today, I had some feelings, thinking that as a person one shouldn’t be too laid-back, should work hard to level up.”

Xiu Si smiled, “As the head of our family, how can I be too much of a slacker?”

The little ragdoll thought in its heart, with us around, Father can be a slacker if He wants!

But She kept these words in Her heart, didn’t say them out loud, because even She knew that Father liked to be down-to-earth, taking steady steps forward. They could give Father many things, all kinds of glory and wealth, gold and silver treasures, even a continent, a planet, a region of space, but they knew Father wouldn’t want these.

Father had to walk his own path, to experience and feel things himself. They could not and should not interfere.

Second brother Agares had said long ago, telling them not to disturb Father too much, especially regarding Father’s leveling up.

They should level up well themselves, grow up healthy, that would be the best help for Father.

The little ragdoll and the small short-legged cat both fell into reminiscence simultaneously.

Coming back to their senses, they saw the black-haired youth was already researching and analyzing the equipment, fully concentrated, with a serious expression, as if he had forgotten his surroundings.

The little ragdoll felt something, its pupils trembled slightly, and just then, She suddenly bristled, as if receiving some information, turned Her gaze towards the dazed Celerios, urgently saying. “Need to take good care of Father, understand?”

Celerios’s eyes were filled with tears. Hearing this, He turned His head to look at Buer, His gaze confused.

Buer stretched out two paws, grabbing Celerios’s face from both sides and pinched it, unusually adopting the attitude of a mature older sister, “I need to go out for a bit, you protect Father, understand?”

Celerios was stunned for a moment.

Buer pointed to the room next door, “Vassago is in there, if anything happens, shout loudly to wake Him up, understand?”

Celerios nodded.

Buer’s eyes showed some urgency, as if someone was urging Her, “I’m leaving now, the sisters’ meeting is calling!”

As She spoke, She curled up Her tail and ran off. Celerios paused for a moment, only realizing a few minutes later, ah, Sister Bu went to the sisters’ meeting.

In their family, besides the grand family meeting once every hundred years, there were also some big and small meetings.

Like the sisters’ meeting Sister Bu mentioned.

It mainly involved the combination of Sister Bu, Sixth Sister, Eighth Sister, and Ninth Sister, with little sister Ayni, ranked twenty-third, occasionally participating.

Celerios didn’t quite understand what they would discuss at the sisters’ meeting, seemed to be some important matters?

Otherwise, why would they go so urgently?

He didn’t understand, raised His gaze towards His father, His clear green eyes revealing innocence, as well as a strong possessiveness hidden in their depths.

Brothers and sisters had all left, only He remained by Father’s side, mm, how nice.

The small short-legged cat walked with slow steps to the youth’s side, green eyes reflecting the image of the only person, subtly somewhat morbid.

His appearance perfectly matched Aelioge’s previous judgment about Him, white on the outside, black on the inside without realizing it, with a touch of perversion and madness.

Long ago on the continent, there was an Ultimate that even other Ultimates feared, whose power was [Deconstruction], deconstructing all things, deconstructing the universe.

Wherever He appeared, He would bring absolute destruction. His observed history lasted for tens of thousands of years, with gods avoiding Him and humans fearing Him, until suddenly one day, He could no longer be observed.

It’s unknown whether He went to some place in subspace or naturally perished, in short, He had disappeared for ten thousand years.

At this moment, the small short-legged cat lay prostrate beside the youth, its head gently nuzzling, seeming to want to get close to the youth, yet afraid of disturbing his concentration.

About several dozen minutes passed.

Xiu Si exhausted his mental power several times, casually wiped off his sweat, noticing the small short-legged cat beside him from the corner of his eye.

The small short-legged cat had fallen asleep, emitting even breathing sounds, its small body rising and falling rhythmically.

The child had fallen asleep.

Xiu Si casually created a small blanket, covered the small short-legged cat with it, then tucked in the corners of the blanket, ensuring no cold air would invade.

Celerios had always been a very obedient and sensible child since young, often following the older children step by step, without much opinion of His own, His presence also very faint.

He thought of Him, took a careful look, and would always see Him sitting in a corner, either in a daze or creating something in His hands, like playing with toys.

His deepest impression was when he happened to find a holy knight’s armor in the abyss, and He also happened to see it, His eyes flashing with excitement.

He found it extremely adorable, so he smiled and said, “Do you like it? Try to modify it?”

He nodded and really buried Himself in modifying it.

When he came back a few minutes later, the armor was gone, replaced by a small defensive knife, very convenient, with many effects.

He praised Him for being capable, treasured it by keeping it close, never letting it leave his hand, until that day of the unexpected second fall.

A ten thousand-foot deep abyss, insane weightlessness, he decisively tried to stop the fall, looked towards the cliff face, forcefully inserted the knife.

If he were a warrior, he should have been able to stabilize himself with this, temporarily hanging on the half-cliff, but unfortunately he wasn’t. He inserted the knife firmly with all his might, letting his palm be torn and bleed, but in the end, due to insufficient strength, he couldn’t hold on and fell again.

He lost the gift the child had painstakingly created, probably never to be found again.

Thinking of this, a sense of bitterness welled up in Xiu Si’s heart.

He really wasn’t a qualified father.

“Death” was his biggest mistake.

Xiu Si lowered his eyes, faintly revealing a hint of moisture.

He gazed at the small short-legged cat, gently stroking its fur, silently saying to himself. “Father will become stronger, then protect you all safely for life, not letting anything harm you.”

“Although I missed over eight thousand years, but… I will try hard to make up for it.”

Even though my lifespan as a human will eventually come to an end.

Xiu Si’s gaze was profound, as if only in the quiet of night could he reveal some weak emotions to himself.

He thought for a good while, his goal still firm.

After thinking, once his mental power recovered, he continued to analyze, deconstruct, and reconstruct.

In the midst of this monotonous cycle, the experience bar slowly but steadily filled up.

****

Almost simultaneously, in a distant region of space.

Countless giant dragons lay sprawled, coiled like towering mountains.

A tall, imposing man stood atop the dragon bones, his body exuding a thick bloody aura, faintly leaking lightning, steady yet exuding extreme arrogance.

He seemed to hear something, suddenly lifting his eyelids, looking towards the distant homeland.

“…”

****

At the same time.

The Hammurabi Great Empire, the military meeting was held on schedule.

In these two days, they had fought four harmonious wars with the Divine Kingdom of Destruction, winning two and losing two.

They had exerted all their efforts to achieve this result under the debuff of the goddess of fortune.

It must be said that this was also thanks to the coordination and support of the alliance, mobilizing available forces from various countries.

They had instilled in themselves a belief that humans united could always overcome difficulties. If they couldn’t overcome, it could only mean they weren’t united enough.

It was under this belief that they had achieved two precious victories.

And now, someone believed it was about time for a counterattack.

The proposer was Norman Til.

“The Divine Kingdom of Destruction is not far from us, I want to go and see the situation.”

Norman Til was already fifty-nine years old this year, yet still vigorous, without a trace of aging, looking younger than the young people present. His regular and resolute features exuded a kind of righteous aura, his brilliant short golden hair simply trimmed, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

He was proficient in both magic and martial arts, but wore a warrior’s attire. His build was neither bulky nor thin, medium and proportionate, the muscle lines of his arms smooth and beautiful, displaying an incomparable sense of power, as if he could kill a bull with a casual slap.

When he said this, everyone present was stunned.

Hilton savored the words “see the situation,” the shock in his heart was simply indescribable.

The opponent was the Divine Kingdom of Destruction, Federi was said to have half stepped into the Ultimate realm, possessing combat power comparable to god-king level beings like the God of Light and the God of Darkness.

Yet his tone suggested he could enter and exit the Divine Kingdom of Destruction as if it were unguarded territory, casually taking a look at the situation, then coming back to share with them.

How domineering, how confident.

How could they not be shocked after hearing this?

Moreover, embarrassingly, they hadn’t been able to cause any damage to the homeland of the Divine Kingdom of Destruction up to now.

The round table was silent, everyone was inhaling sharply.

Norman Til looked around at everyone, then continued, “We need to strike back eventually.”

Hearing this, Eve couldn’t help but ask, “Senior Norman Til, are you confident? What if you encounter danger when you go? Should I go with you?”

They were basically of the same generation, but Norman Til’s brilliance was so dazzling that it overshadowed countless geniuses of the same era, causing admiration, envy, and resentment.

But Eve had only reverence for Norman Til.

It was truly rare for humanity to produce such a person.

Norman Til looked at her and smiled, “It’s fine, I’ll just take a look, I’ll go and come back.”

Just these simple words had already conquered everyone.

Those who knew him and those who didn’t were all shocked.

They had no reason to object. Their combined combat experience might not even match Norman Til’s.

Eve was stunned for a moment, and could only nod. “If Senior says so.”

Seeing this, Hilton couldn’t help but ask, “Your Excellency Norman Til, may I ask one thing?”

Norman Til: “Go ahead, as long as it’s something I know.”

Hilton nervously asked. “As the contractor of the Demon God Baal, can you summon the Demon God Baal?”

When this question came out, everyone in the room drew in a sharp breath again.

The name Demon God Baal was too shocking. He had ended the Gods Era, single-handedly brought about the Demons Era, and only after He left for several hundred years did humans dare to claim that the continent had entered the Humans Era.

And Norman Til was one of the only three contractors of the Demon God Baal.

Regardless of what happened back then, he had actually seen the Demon God Baal in person.

This was something no one present had achieved.

Everyone nervously looked at Norman Til, palms sweating, eyes grave.

Because Norman Til’s answer could affect the entire outcome of the war.

If Norman Til could summon the Demon God Baal, then this war would already be settled.

Because even if the God of Destruction returned to the world, He would very likely be defeated in a battle against Baal.

To this, Norman Til seemed to ponder for a moment, then slowly said, “Even if I summoned Him, He might not respond.”

Everyone’s hearts skipped several beats.

As expected.

But Norman Til continued. “However, I have never tried to summon Him, whether He would respond to me is unknown.”

Large beads of sweat fell from Hilton’s forehead, and he couldn’t help but say, “Can, can you try?”

Norman Til looked at Hilton, his silent gaze carrying a sense of pressure.

Hilton feared he had asked the wrong question, and couldn’t help but feel anxious.

Norman Til answered. “It’s better not to try casually, carelessly summoning Him, what we might welcome may not be salvation, but a more terrifying destruction.”

Hilton was shocked.

Everyone’s faces turned pale, almost immediately understanding.

Hilton: “Yes, yes, how could the Demon God Baal be casually summoned, if we disturb Him and displease Him, forget about Hammurabi, the entire continent would be in danger.”

His words were not exaggerating at all. Before the Demon God Baal left, He was already invincible, His every move earth-shattering, destroying the continent at will.

And after leaving the continent, a full three thousand years had passed, He could only have become stronger, more terrifying!

Humans who had ventured into subspace had brought back news that the Demon God Baal was frantically conquering subspace.

What does “conquering subspace” mean? Just think about how terrifying that is.

After native gods left the continent, countless were brutally defeated by otherworld gods, crushed like soft persimmons, but what about the Demon God Baal? He went to subspace completely for conquest, any otherworld god who touched Him died, died to the point of ashes.

You, an ordinary human race, dare to anger the Demon God Baal, that’s purely seeking death, tired of living.