After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 75.1

Federi was already an imposing dragon, but compared to the original Beelzebub, he appeared like a small hill next to a towering mountain.

He raised his head to look up, only to see the other’s enormous figure looming like dark clouds, casting His entire body in shadow.

The giant beast’s form was extremely complex, combining features of dragons, eagles, leopards, and other creatures, incredibly fierce and awe-inspiring even to deities.

Federi couldn’t help but be stunned, but disaster struck in that moment of hesitation!

A thunderous roar shook heaven and earth, the ground instantly cracking and space twisting and deforming.

Federi hurriedly unleashed super-grade magic, employing all seven elemental systems of wind, fire, water, ice, and more, bombarding the giant beast like a raging storm.

However, the beast seemed to be clad in impenetrable magical armor. Federi’s super-grade magic struck it, merely raising wisps of smoke on its body that dissipated like fireworks in an instant.

Federi cried out in disbelief. He raised his power again, unleashing even stronger force, even using his own authority without reserve.

Yet the giant beast seemed to grow more ferocious with each attack, spewing forth a breath of destruction that made the entire planet shake violently.

Minutes later, the black dragon Federi screamed in agony as he was swallowed whole by the giant beast.

Unsatisfied, the beast rampaged at will, trampling the entire continent to pieces.

After venting its rage, It suddenly realized the “Federi” before It was merely an avatar.

Its fury grew even more intense. It transformed into a cold human form with hair floating like seaweed, eyes filled with endless rage as if ready to devour the entire world.

Beelzebub swept His gaze over the scene of devastation, His expression icy. “Heh. An avatar, is it? Next will be your true body.”

He had been hungry recently, and encountering this Federi, He wanted to utterly destroy him!

****

Elsewhere, in a certain star system, beneath a group of desert pyramids.

Federi’s true body was filled with shock. “Why is He so strong? Are all Abyss Lords this powerful? No, this isn’t right!”

He angrily lashed His dragon tail, causing continuous rumbling.

“Moreover…”

Federi’s gaze turned to a flame in the darkness, discovering it had unknowingly grown larger, shimmering with dazzling golden light.

He could sense that Beelzebub’s authority was abnormal. His magic and authority were filled with an unreasonable destruction.

Including that contemptuous arrogance in Beelzebub’s eyes, as if looking down on the entire world…

It was just like the God of Destruction!

Federi seemed to grasp something crucial, His dragon eyes widening as cold sweat broke out.

What was going on? Where did this Beelzebub come from? Was He really just an ordinary Abyss Lord?

Federi doubted inwardly, but for some reason, the depths of His soul trembled.

No, it was fear! Suppression on the level of status!

How could He, to a mere lowly being without a Creator, be suppressed instead? He was the great dragon race, among the foremost creations of the Creator!

Federi’s emotions ran high, almost losing rationality, but His experience ultimately prevailed, and He quickly thought of a possibility.

Authority division!

Beelzebub was likely not an ordinary abyss creature, but an abyss being possessing the authority of the God of Destruction, with unknown origins and reasons, not an ordinary existence.

Federi could hardly believe it, muttering with His head lowered. “How did I not notice Him in these thousands of years?”

However, hesitation would only invite destruction.

If He didn’t think of something soon, Beelzebub would find this place. Although He didn’t know why Beelzebub suddenly became enraged, had He said something?

Federi raised His head to look at the continuously strengthening flame. His curse was being eroded by the flame, growing weaker and weaker.

He realized the situation was about to reverse. Not only would He fail to devour the God of Destruction’s authority, but He would also be hunted by the “God of Destruction”!

How many years had He spent? Over a thousand! How could all His efforts be wasted because of this?

Federi was nearly driven to the brink of madness. His enormous dragon body thrashed wildly in the underground space, like a violent hurricane, instantly toppling the underground pillars.

Each swing of His dragon body was accompanied by earth-shaking tremors. The entire underground world trembled under His fury!

However, at that moment.

From the darkness before Him, a “human” dressed as a magician casually walked out.

The robe on his body was the distinctive white robe of human apprentice magicians.

Federi was in a frenzy, and this figure just happened to appear in His field of vision.

His anger doubled, and He cursed, “Human, seeking death!”

However, at that moment, the person suddenly raised a pair of eyes of extreme chaos.

Those eyes were as deep as black holes, seemingly able to devour all colors. The pupils flickered with an eerie light, revealing ultimate terror and ill omen.

In an instant, before Federi could react, a terrifying suppression of status, like an invisible giant hand, immediately pinned Federi firmly to the ground, rendering Him immobile.

That force was powerful and ruthless, as if coming from another dimension, filling Federi with unprecedented fear and despair.

Federi panicked, instantly realizing something was wrong.

He stared at that figure, questioning inwardly, who could have found His location? No, not a person, what exactly was this thing?

As He was frantically thinking, the magician spoke. “Arrogance leads to death. You’re about to die, Federi.”

W-what?!

Federi’s dragon head was pressed to the ground, His pupils trembling.

He tried to analyze the other party, but only deciphered chaos and ill omen. At the same time, a sense of indescribable disgust and fear welled up in His heart.

The other seemed like a garbage pool that had festered for thousands of years, emitting a nauseating aura, filthy and ominous.

Every inch of their skin seemed to be eroded by curses, exuding a deep and eerie power.

Was he human? A god? A demon? Or the curse itself?!

For the first time, Federi encountered something He couldn’t identify at all.

He stammered, “What… are you?”

The other remained silent, the black holes in their eyes emitting mist.

“Die, or live.”

Their voice was extremely cold, like a sharp needle, making Federi’s heart ache to hear it.

Federi seemed to understand. The other wasn’t here to waste words with Him, but to give Him power.

And it definitely wouldn’t be any normal power, but a turbid and ominous authority, a curse without regard for consequences.

Federi was instinctively confident in His own strength, but seeing the flame grow stronger and stronger, He panicked.

He couldn’t devour it even when the flame was at its weakest, let alone now that it had grown stronger.

If the God of Destruction were to revive, He would surely be ruthlessly punished for coveting His authority for so many years.

He recalled Beelzebub’s terrifying enraged form, His heart filled with unceasing fear.

Could He face Beelzebub alone? Beelzebub didn’t seem to have used His true power yet, but could become the true “God of Destruction” at any moment.

As Federi hesitated, the white-robed magician suddenly extended a hand from their cloak.

That hand was so pale it was almost transparent, skeletal, like a branch eroded by years of wind and frost, seemingly ready to break at the slightest touch. It looked nothing like a hand belonging to a living person, more like a ghostly hand reaching out from the abyss, chilling even to gods.

They slowly turned Their palm, and a black fire suddenly appeared. The flame was as black as ink, emitting an eerie and profound light, devouring all surrounding light.

The black fire danced in Their palm, like a living thing, emitting a heart-palpitating aura, as if it would continuously spread until it devoured all light.

Like authority, like a curse, extremely terrifying, utterly ominous.

Federi shuddered, His dragon eyes fixed intently on that power.

“Whether to use it or not is up to you.”

The white-robed magician dropped these words, then their figure gradually faded into the darkness.

Several minutes later, the pressure slowly lifted, and Federi was covered in cold sweat.

He had encountered dozens of ultimate beings, even glimpsed one or two among the ultimate of ultimates from afar.

But none of them had given Him this feeling.

It was an indescribable, ineffable fear, as dark and heavy as the abyss.

Before the other, He became like an infant thrown into a wolf pack, completely enveloped by an unspeakable terror, at risk of being torn to pieces at any moment, His very soul ripped apart and chewed up, His consciousness utterly destroyed along with it.

How could such a being exist in the universe?

“… Absolutely insane.”

Federi took a moment to recover, looking down at the black fire suspended in air.

He realized that once He accepted this power, He would be beyond redemption, trapped in the shackles of a curse.

But if He did nothing, could He escape Beelzebub’s pursuit?

He possessed power at the level of a god-king, but what if the opponent was an ultimate being?

Federi faced the darkness. Several minutes later, the entire underground palace fell into deathly silence.

****

At the same time, the Continental Human Alliance also found one of Federi’s avatars.

“The search is almost complete. I never thought He’d be so cunning, using avatars to confuse us.”

The avatar was found by an ordinary squad, with the highest level being only 91. They nearly got wiped out encountering Federi, fortunately Norman Til arrived in time.

“That old thing has some unpredictable aspects.”

“It also shows He’s running out of options.”

“We’ll catch Him soon, everyone keep up the good work!”

The human side encouraged each other.

Meanwhile, in the Harmonious War, they were also giving their all.

Dog Head, overseeing the overall situation of the Divine Kingdom of Destruction, vaguely sensed the tide was about to turn.

He couldn’t help but curse, “Damn Goddess of Harmony, damn humans, why must they all come to hinder us.”

The Goddess of Harmony’s rules allowed for numerical superiority, undoubtedly favoring the more numerous and easily united humans.

Most of their divine beings were self-sufficient, not living in groups or socializing. How could they possibly have such ridiculous cohesion?

It was just the desperate struggle of a bunch of weaklings.

Dog Head’s eyes turned cold, “To hell with the Harmonious War, from now on we’ll use any means necessary. Slaughter!”

He was clearly enraged as well.

****

The fighting continued unabated through the night, with sword flashes and large-scale magic bombardments everywhere.

Historians and wandering poets closely followed the battle situation, trying to record the truth while considering how to fictionalize based on or regardless of reality.

In a park fountain in the imperial city of the Roman Empire, a youth with emerald eyes was feeding pigeons.

He had come too early. The Roman Kingdom was near the sea, with heavy humidity, and temperature fluctuations easily caused fog.

Over a hundred white pigeons flew and landed in the park square, flapping their strong wings.

He stood among the pigeons, one hand holding a cloth bag, the other scattering bird feed.

Perhaps He was too friendly, as the pigeons showed no fear of Him. Some nestled by His shoes, some perched on His shoulders, and a small one even landed on His head.

He looked like a friend of pigeons, surrounded by them, becoming their permanent source of food.

But He didn’t seem to mind their willfulness. His gaze remained calm, His eyes as clear as a transparent salt lake. Looking closely, they seemed to shimmer with waves of light, captivating and mesmerizing.

“Coo coo coo!”

Suddenly a strong gust of wind blew, scaring away more than half of the pigeons.

He finally made a movement other than feeding pigeons, slowly raising His eyes to gaze directly at the ever-changing clouds in the distance.

“……”

****

Meanwhile, in the imperial city of the Great Oedipus Empire.

Around 7 AM.

Xiu Si woke up and opened the news channel, shocked by the series of events that had occurred in just a day or two.

[Alliance: The Harmonious War between Hammurabi and the Divine Kingdom of Destruction is at a critical juncture, both sides have dropped all pretenses]

[Hammurabi: Current human rank 3 Sofia intervenes, slicing away one-tenth of the Divine Kingdom of Destruction’s territory with a single sword strike!]

[Roman: Human victory rate greatly increased! Slaughtering the Divine Kingdom of Destruction]

[Aust: Great God Federi confirmed not to be in the Divine Kingdom of Destruction]

[Khaos: Norman Til not in the Harmonious War? Where did he go?]

The system’s information gathering display mode had been updated, becoming a waterfall-style format with each country’s name, every piece of news issued officially by the countries.

Xiu Si skimmed through it, feeling shocked, though he noticed a strange news item mixed in – the one from the Roman Empire seemed odd.

“It looks like a crucial moment in the life-or-death human-god war.”

Xiu Si had always known, but it hadn’t felt real. Perhaps because Oedipus was too comfortable to live in, and the flames of war couldn’t reach here. Whether he cared or not had no impact on the war’s process or outcome.

Moreover, Xiu Si currently only had level 40 strength. Even if he wanted to contribute, it was far from enough. The current Harmonious War had escalated to a level where only experts above level 80 could participate. Outside the Harmonious War, there were numerous hidden attacks, curses flying about – it was no longer a situation ordinary people could influence.

His mere level 40, not even a warrior or magician class, wouldn’t he just be cannon fodder?

Cough, Xiu Si retracted his thoughts, telling himself this was the business of the local humans, he shouldn’t interfere.

But then he thought of Justin who was busy with something, and Luo Jie who had run off somewhere. Although he didn’t think they were involved…

“Could there be some connection?”

Xiu Si couldn’t help but ponder.

Meanwhile, on the table beside him.

The virtuous little short-legged cat handed a milk bottle to his little light body sister.

One bottle morning and evening, for healthy growth. The little short-legged cat didn’t understand why a god needed to drink milk, or why milk could really help a god grow.

He only knew that as a brother, he needed to take care of his new sister, especially since this new sister seemed to have suffered a lot before, only recently recovering her form.

Celerios, as a demon who was often bullied, knew the pain of being bullied.

The little light body obediently accepted the milk bottle, though still an infant, she already understood manners.

In her naive imagination, she would become a good deity opposite to her birth father. Her birth father was a tyrant, which she disliked.

This little one, only a few hundred years old, seemed to have a bit of a temper, and was innately rebellious.