After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 75.2

The little short-legged cat watched the little light body drink milk, reminiscing about his family members. He ranked 19th, and his younger siblings ranked 20th, 21st, and 22nd were all brothers. Although Inpos was called a brother, His temperament was actually more neutral, with an androgynous appearance.

So he hoped the 23rd would be a sister.

Later, his hope came true – the 23rd cub really was a sister, named Ayni, a name that sounded gentle and cute.

However, her gentleness and cuteness were only expressed in her name. Ayni’s actual personality was very nasty, causing trouble all day, especially loving to bully and torment him, because he wouldn’t lose his temper like other brothers, making him the easiest to bully.

For thousands of years, he had maintained a respectful but distant attitude towards Ayni. However, Ayni was a mischievous fellow who could always find him unexpectedly, leaving him nowhere to hide.

His impression of “sisters” was terrifying. But facing the soft and tender little light body…

She even got milk on her little face while drinking.

The little short-legged cat tilted his head, gently extending his paws, almost touching the little light body’s head.

But suddenly, he stopped his movement, feeling a gaze from across.

It came from a light body larger than the little light body, a stellar-level giant body, with vast and boundless divine power, controlling the authority of time.

The little short legged cat blinked, feeling as if the large light body across was secretly watching this side?

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His thoughts were correct.

However, under His vigilance, the great light body slightly averted its gaze.

This was absolutely not a sign of guilt. At least the great light body itself didn’t think so, nor should it have such feelings.

It was just very concerned about its own child.

Definitely not curious about that young man…

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The little short-legged cat stared intently into the eyes of the little light body.

Xiu Si finished reading the news, turned his gaze to see Their situation, and immediately displayed a surprised expression.

This, this was like a scene of a kitten protecting a baby?!

Had, had an angel descended?! And no matter how one looked at it, it was a scene of sibling love.

The old father’s heart was so touched. Xiu Si once again lamented that this world didn’t have cameras, otherwise he would definitely have captured this moment from all 360 degrees. This photo alone would get 999+ likes, wouldn’t it!

Speaking of which, at this moment the white cat poked its head through the door crack, glanced at the cat and cub, then looked at their father. The entire bookstore had a feeling of “amidst the raging fires of the outside world, our home remains peacefully beautiful”.

Vassago looked at his naive and innocent father, also somewhat puzzled as to why his father hadn’t noticed anything unusual yet. Logically speaking, They had dropped far too many hints.

To say it was the father’s self-deception didn’t seem quite right either.

Could it be that Agares’s world-class cognitive blur magic was working on father as well?

Vassago was stunned, feeling a sense of “as expected” for some reason.

However, this magic was far too difficult to guard against. Rather than saying it existed in your blind spot, it was more like it wasn’t in your range of thought at all.

If the Goddess of Wisdom hadn’t mentioned this thing, He feared He wouldn’t have noticed it even after a few thousand years.

In this sense, the Goddess of Wisdom lived up to her name of wisdom, detecting Agares’s magic. Although She had only discovered it recently.

“Father” appeared as an anomaly, breaking the logical balance under the influence of the magic.

The appearance of this anomaly finally allowed the Goddess of Wisdom to deduce the existence behind the scenes.

…Agares was truly an unfathomable demon.

Speaking of which, Vassago also wanted to teach Federi a lesson, but He needed to stay here to protect father.

Celerios’s personality wasn’t quite suitable, Agares was trustworthy, but you never knew exactly what He was up to.

So, Federi’s matter could only be left to Beelzebub.

This was also Beelzebub’s destiny.

“But…”

Vassago raised his eyes to look at the sky outside.

Why did he suddenly have an ominous feeling?

****

Meanwhile, at the imperial city of the Aust Empire.

Inpos was exhausted and finally collapsed. He placed his powerless hands on the desk, raising a small white flag.

A small white bird landed on His head, equally exhausted, raising its wing as a white flag.

“Damn it… always bossing me around.”

Inpos had half his face pressed against the desk, his eyes half-closed, ready to shut at any moment, showing signs of extreme fatigue, almost at his limit.

He stared at Amon, panting heavily as he said, “Seventh brother… you’re too much, I’m going to tell father, I’m going to complain to father!”

Amon sat on the spacious sofa, his legs naturally crossed, the petite boy’s body exuding a proud and elegant adult aura.

Hearing Inpos’s complaint, Amon coldly glanced over and said with a smile, “Don’t you want to tell father the truth sooner?”

Inpos paused, his gaze gradually becoming resentful. Unable to contain his frustration, he said, “Of course I do, but why am I the only one suffering! You come over here and help too!”

Amon uttered an “Oh,” raising his gaze, as if to say, isn’t there a little white bird keeping you company?

“You scoundrel.”

The corner of Inpos’s mouth twitched slightly. If it weren’t for the fact that He couldn’t win in a fight, He would really have it out with Amon.

Damn it, He missed Father, wanted to see Father, wanted Father to pat Him, wu wu wu!

Inpos was there gloomily pounding the table, truly emitting an almost tangible aura of resentment, which even corroded the surroundings, lowering the brightness of the entire library.

Amon was used to such sights. Inpos would occasionally be like this; even an honest demon would have a temper after being bullied for too long.

But what did that have to do with Him?

Wasn’t there a line in a movie that Father had watched? With great power comes great responsibility. Inpos’s abilities were most suitable for this task, if not now, then when?

Amon didn’t even bother to raise his eyelids, merely elegantly extending two fingers to casually pick up the wine glass from the adjacent table.

He slightly moved his wrist, gently swirling the red wine in the glass. Then, He slowly brought the glass to His lips, seemingly about to drink.

Inpos frowned, dissatisfied. “What are you drinking red wine for?”

Amon tilted His head slightly, His eyes revealing a hint of coldness, and said indifferently. “Do you have a problem with that?”

Inpos smiled fearlessly, “Don’t drink with that face, unless you want me to record it and show it to Father.”

Amon’s movements became stiff, but His eyes flickered with a hint of stubbornness.

He stared at Inpos and said coldly, “You wouldn’t dare.”

Inpos chuckled and suddenly straightened up, saying, “Of course I would.”

Amon’s eyes darkened.

This fellow Inpos had actually grown bolder.

He slightly turned His gaze, eyes falling on that glass of red wine, a deep light flashing in His eyes. He seemed to fall into a brief contemplation, memories constantly surging in His mind, especially memories of Father’s various gentle teachings.

Although it was fine for an 8000-year-old child to drink some wine, but… He was Father’s little darling kitten! This action indeed didn’t match His cute image.

Amon let out a cold snort and immediately released His hand.

The wine glass, as expected, fell towards the ground under gravity. However, surprisingly, it didn’t shatter and splash as usual. Instead, it seemed to be swallowed by an invisible force, not a single drop of wine spilled, and it just silently vanished into thin air.

[Existence] and [Nothingness], He seemed to have used His power.

Amon slowly stood up from the sofa, His posture elegant and composed. He gently patted His formal attire, as if tidying up His appearance, His actions exuding an innate nobility and nonchalance.

Inpos couldn’t stop internally complaining. What had His seventh brother been up to all these years, learning nothing but how to show off?

But Amon was oblivious, turning His gaze to Inpos and saying, “Very well, continue with your work.”

“Hmph.”

Inpos still maintained an attitude of passive resistance.

Amon ignored Him, casually taking out today’s newspaper from thin air.

“Wow, a lot of big events happened today.”

Amon read the newspaper quickly, His gaze finally stopping on [God of Destruction].

“…”

Amon narrowed His eyes, remained silent for a long time, not uttering a word, the surrounding silence seemed capable of swallowing all sound.

Inpos couldn’t help but start to wonder if He had already zoned out, lost in thought?

And in the next second, Amon suddenly muttered to Himself. “Do you choose the past or the present?”

What past and present? Inpos was completely baffled.

However, Amon was questioning Beelzebub.

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It was afternoon. The Harmonious War had reached its white-hot period.

On the bustling streets and alleys, voices of discussion rose and fell, clamoring incessantly. Even those who were usually calm and composed could not help but be infected by this atmosphere, finding it difficult to maintain that sense of tranquility and composure in their hearts.

However, Xiu Si believed that at times like these, one should be even more composed. Now was the time to temper one’s character.

“I should focus on leveling up. If humans win, then the world will be worry-free. If humans lose…”

The human world would likely fall into chaos immediately.

When that time came, strength would be more important than anything else. He needed to protect the cubs.

Xiu Si calmed his inner thoughts and continued to ponder yesterday’s train of thought.

He had been thinking all night yesterday, and seemed to have entered another dead end.

He hesitated about “what he should create”.

It wasn’t an object, not a living being, and not simply wind, fire, thunder, or lightning.

Then what… was I going to create?

Xiu Si was truly puzzled for an entire night.

In fact, there were spells in magic that were similar to creation.

That is, alchemy.

In many people’s minds, alchemy seemed to be an indoor magic. The scene of its performance might be like this: An old man with white hair standing still indoors, preferably with a beard that was partly black and partly charred, with a mysterious apparatus like an alchemy furnace placed in front of him, his hands slowly rubbing in the void, while his eyes were fixed on the alchemy furnace-

The image should have come to mind, right? As for combat? Wasn’t that asking too much of them? But this situation was limited to low-level alchemists.

High-level alchemists, once their level reached above sixty, could possess combat abilities comparable to those of magicians, or even stronger, with more flexible and varied techniques.

Xiu Si thought back and forth, and found that the path he wanted to take was closest to alchemy.

If magic was essentially energy conversion, most of which didn’t need to rely on any substance, then alchemy was developing magic from the perspective of substances.

Some associations came to Xiu Si’s mind.

Due to his profession, he often looked at various fashion designs online, especially in terms of clothing.

He remembered that someone in the designer industry had once made a controversial statement or something. The gist was that low-level designers imitate, ordinary designers have a bit of their own ideas, mid-level designers find inspiration from various places like literature, music, and architecture, transforming inspiration into their own designs. High-level designers deal with emotions, of course, this topic was already in the realm of genius.

Xiu Si’s attention now mainly fell on the “mid-level designers”.

Designers could draw inspiration from various things to create designs, couldn’t he also read structures from substances and then shape magic?

He kept connecting his thoughts, unable to contain his excitement, feeling like he had returned to the time when he was teaching himself modeling.

Rolling up his sleeves, let’s get to work! Xiu Si took action again.

However, he didn’t notice that the white cat beside him saw the wrist exposed when he rolled up his sleeves, its greenish eyes slightly contracted, and it seemed a bit angry.

There were two bite marks on Father’s right wrist, both bitten by Beelzebub.

****

On the other side. The star realm shook violently. The gods and demons in the subspace trembled.

The point screening was coming to an end, with both sides having only one point left, in opposite directions and extremely far apart.

On the human side, Norman Til led human powerhouses cautiously towards it.

On the other side, Beelzebub wasted no words and directly crashed into the planet where the point was located.

He had chosen correctly.

Federi, who had failed to refine his authority, was confronted by Beelzebub, who was suspected to be the God of Destruction. At this moment, his spirit had already reached the brink of explosion.

If it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight you’ll get! I’ve tolerated you for a long time!

Federi rushed out from the ground, revealing his true giant dragon body.

Beelzebub narrowed His eyes, and terrifying destructive power enveloped the entire planet.

A few minutes later, Federi was beaten until his dragon body was cut in half, blood flowing like a river.

However, Beelzebub was unscathed, His whole body covered in the power of authority.

Just like a king reclaiming his throne, He dominated this star realm.

Federi’s eyes blazed with fire, a sense of unwillingness welling up inside. He crawled on the ground, his dragon claws grabbing trees, glaring fiercely at Beelzebub, and then swallowed the thing given to him by the mysterious magician.

In an instant, the situation reversed.

The space that was originally under Beelzebub’s control was gradually seized by Federi. The ground cracked, the sky darkened, space distorted and emitted crazy cursed songs.

Beelzebub looked closely and saw that Federi’s body was shrouded in black mist, swelling ten times in an instant, and still continuing to expand.

He felt inexplicable in His heart, and it was this moment of distraction that allowed Federi to seize His weakness, striking Him down from the high sky with one claw, pressing Him hard into a deep crater on the ground.

The powerful impact immediately caused Beelzebub’s blood to surge, but the most troublesome thing was not the sudden attack, but the ominous curse surging on the opponent’s body.

Just as Beelzebub was about to break free, that weird and ominous black mist seemed to have a consciousness of its own, suddenly erupting several hundred super-grade spells in an instant, forcefully pinning Him in place.

Federi laughed sinisterly. “Hahaha, now it’s your turn!”

Federi’s dragon claw pressed down hard, seemingly about to deliver the fatal blow.

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At the same time, Xiu Si was holding a pen to write, but halfway through, even though he hadn’t used much force, the pen tip broke.

He had a vague ominous premonition, and it was about Beelzebub.

Xiu Si was silent for a moment, his gaze deep, then suddenly said, “Stand up, Beelzebub.”

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At the same time, Beelzebub, who was at a disadvantage, seemed to hear Xiu Si’s voice.

Is Father… encouraging me?

Beelzebub was stunned for a moment, then immediately became excited and completely regained control of the power of destruction.

The situation changed dramatically, the God of Destruction, gloriously returning!