After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 89.2

The reason they appeared black was because their magical power density was extraordinarily massive, to the extent that no observation equipment could clearly capture their form.

The largest among the otherworld gods was the one known as the God of Chaos, numbered 001. Although His divine body was unreachable, part of His power could traverse vast distances, producing profound effects near the continent.

Distance was not an obstacle for the God of Chaos. He could chaotize the concept of distance itself, thus easily ignoring spatial boundaries when moving.

To the God of Chaos, the continent was just a place He could reach at any time. To put it dramatically, He could easily swallow the entire planet where the continent resided with just one opening of His mouth. Moreover, He possessed chaos powers that were difficult to counter, making His danger level immeasurable.

Some people had ventured into distant areas of subspace and brought back legends about the God of Chaos.

For instance, wherever His divine body went, everything became chaotized, whether it was ordinary land or sacred divine kingdoms.

Until now, He had only passed by the continent, never truly descending upon it.

If He were to descend, their continent’s fate would probably be as the rumors said – being assimilated into chaos, losing everything, even life and death would be taken away.

In the Central Observation Area of the Observatory, Simon slowly walked into the staff area where the observers were stationed, his expression grave, and asked, “How is the situation with the otherworld gods?”

An observer reflexively answered, “They are becoming more and more active, especially the God of Chaos. He has never been this active before, it’s almost as if…”

Halfway through, the observer hesitated to continue.

Simon knew what he wanted to say, “You want to say He seems to have gained consciousness?”

The observer’s body trembled, and he immediately turned his head, as did the other observers nearby.

Everyone’s face was tense.

They still had ways to deal with an unconscious God of Chaos, but if He gained consciousness…

They dared not speak their inner speculation, but their eyes had already said everything.

That was not an enemy humans could handle.

Even if all human power was combined and multiplied several times over, they still couldn’t handle a being of that caliber.

An elderly observer frankly stated without reservation, “If He fully descends upon the continent, humanity will certainly perish.”

Simon remained silent, then made a pointed comment, “If internal strife means certain death when facing the God of Chaos anyway, we might as well have our internal conflicts first.”

As he spoke, his body emanated an understated killing intent.

The observers’ expressions changed.

It was only natural that Sword Saint Simon, who clearly distinguished between love and hate and always settled scores, would stand with Norman Til’s side.

However… they lowered their heads in silence, almost all thinking of the same thing.

Settling scores with the seven great magic families would take time, but what if the otherworld gods suddenly descended before then?

It was worth noting that Their movements were always unpredictable, often appearing suddenly when you least expected Them to come close.

From the Observatory’s perspective, they would prefer Norman Til to focus on the otherworld god situation first, although the seven great magic families’ suspected collusion with the otherworld gods also couldn’t be ignored.

A few minutes later, after glancing at the situation several times, Simon turned to leave. “Continue your observations, report if there’s anything new.”

Several observers nodded.

“Yes.”

“Also, don’t neglect the continental observations.”

Simon stopped halfway through leaving and turned his head to address the observers.

“…What do you mean?”

One observer couldn’t help but ask.

Simon didn’t answer, but those who understood got the message.

The elderly observer said, “I know.”

****

It was around two o’clock in the afternoon.

The seven great magic families had gathered together.

In a magnificent golden hall, numerous nobles in luxurious attire had arrived at the scene.

They all appeared aggressive and wore unpleasant expressions, as if they had all been angered by someone, cursing all the way here.

“Did you all hear? Norman Til, that madman, what is he trying to do? What benefit does he get from opposing us?”

Fexile slammed the table in anger, his face red with fury.

“Seeking justice for people who are already in their graves? There must be something wrong with him.”

Another noble present cursed. “If I had known he would be this uncontrollable, I should have killed him back then before his wings were fully grown.”

“Agreed, we shouldn’t have let anyone outside our circle grow to such a position in the first place.”

“Who could have predicted it? His turning point in ascending was due to Agares, could you have predicted Agares’s movements?”

With these words, the atmosphere in the room froze.

Because the answer was no. Humans couldn’t grasp any information about Agares.

Agares’s level of terror was second only to the demon god Baal, and the so-called “relatively mild” was only relative. The more powerful these non-human beings were, the more unfathomable their level of terror became.

If you thought He could be easily approached, you were absolutely insane.

After venting, Fexile rubbed his brow, “Forget it, let’s get to the point, what do you think we should do?”

One person stood up immediately, “Find a way to kill him.”

“But his power is too strong, at least at the god-king level, possibly reaching the ultimate level.”

Fexile: “Are we not capable?”

Someone present hesitated, “The main issue is we don’t have a reason to kill him.”

Fexile: “How is there no reason? He said today he wants to kill us all, so if we strike first, what’s the problem? Hey hey, at this point, who cares about morality? Once he’s dead, who would dare target us?”

His words gained considerable support from others.

But some warned. “Did you notice the stance of those great empires?”

Fexile: “Laughable, what use is their stance? Can they really send people to deal with us?”

They were the power that every empire tried their best to win over. Some kings stood with Norman Til? Fine, they would just withdraw all their family members – it wouldn’t be their problem if any nation’s power diminished.

Fexile walked among the crowd, pacing like giving a speech with his head held high, “Without us, what power would they have? A bunch of fools who can’t distinguish priorities. Once we leave, their so-called great empires would be nothing!”

“Don’t get too excited, let’s get back to the main point. It seems he’s determined to fight us to the end.”

“What’s there to worry about? Haven’t we dealt with his type plenty of times before? It’s just those two approaches.”

“He even gave us time to consider, heh, how arrogant.”

Watching the arguing in the hall below, the seven elders above exchanged glances, sharing their thoughts.

“Let’s invite Norman Til to visit our family as a guest, I will have a good talk with him.”

An elder chuckled softly, raising his thin eyebrows, “Only when humans unite all their power in peace can they face various external challenges. He will understand this point.”

The other elders nodded, all smiling mysteriously.

“Lord Lunde speaks truly. Norman Til is ignorant and should be educated about how we humans have managed to survive.”

****

At three o’clock in the afternoon.

One of the seven great magic families sent an invitation.

While sending the invitation, the seven great magic families first released news expressing their willingness to communicate amicably with Norman Til.

After receiving the invitation, Simon said to Norman Til with absolute certainty, “It’s a trap.”

Norman Til certainly knew this too, so he directly expressed his refusal to go.

The person delivering the invitation looked displeased but could only retreat.

The room fell quiet.

Simon continued to tell Norman Til about the Observatory’s observation data.

Norman Til listened quietly, but showed no intention of taking action.

Simon didn’t ask his thoughts about it.

To be honest, Simon was surprised that Norman Til had such a strong reaction to the heroes’ matter. From previous rumors and recent interactions, Norman Til seemed to be a modest and gentle person who stayed above worldly affairs and wouldn’t actively participate in power struggles among humans.

But unexpectedly, Norman Til became the first person to speak up for the heroes, willing to bear the infamous title of historical sinner.

After waiting a while, Simon couldn’t help but ask, “Your Excellency Norman Til, may I ask your reason for speaking up for the heroes?”

Norman Til’s gaze deepened as he turned to look at Simon, answering, “Because they were all good people.”

Simon’s eyes widened, as if he hadn’t expected this answer.

He thought it was for justice and righteousness.

However, Norman Til’s words somehow suggested he knew the heroes?

Norman Til seemed to notice his confusion and continued, “No, I don’t know any of them.”

Simon couldn’t help but ask, “Then when you say they were good, is it because of how history portrayed them?”

“No.”

Norman Til shook his head, thought for a moment about how to explain this, and only said after several minutes. “I’ve read some biographical books, learned about their character, was moved by their deeds, and even my current principles and attitudes are somewhat related to them.”

“I see.”

Simon nodded, thinking it was a perfectly legitimate reason to seek justice for heroes one admired.

But Norman Til hadn’t actually explained completely.

For instance, those biographical books he mentioned actually came from Agares’s Palace of Knowledge.

Furthermore, those biographical books weren’t about all the seven heroes, but centered absolutely on one hero.

Yes, Hero Xiu Si.

The hero that Agares cared about most.

He was also curious about, tried to understand, repeatedly read about, was moved by, attempted to comprehend, and even took as a role model.

In a sense, that person occupied a very special place in his heart, was his ideal and aspiration, and left a deep impression even though he had never met him.

That person with a peaceful heart and gentle character, he had always wanted to meet, but never had the chance.

Hero Xiu Si’s disappearance back then probably had nothing to do with the seven great magic families, but the heroes who disappeared afterward definitely involved them.

Norman Til said calmly, “I will resolve this matter, please don’t worry too much, Senior Simon.”

****

On the other hand, when the invitation was rejected, the old man flew into a rage and cursed endlessly.

“Norman Til! Just because you’re powerful you think you can disregard us? I will make you pay the price!”

He angrily turned back and ranted with the other elders. However, at this moment, he noticed that one of the seven elders remained silent, deep in thought.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Lunde narrowed his aged eyes.

The silent white-haired elder raised his head and slowly spoke. “Have you all forgotten something?”

Lunde frowned. “Forgotten what?”

The white-haired elder said, “The matter of finding the heroes was proposed by the Lord of the Abyss.”

Before he finished speaking, all the elders paused, their expressions instantly turning ugly.

The white-haired elder continued, “The Lord of the Abyss appeared and disappeared, demanding the Alliance to find the missing heroes. If He finds out that we were involved in the heroes’ disappearance…”

They all held their breath simultaneously.

Lunde couldn’t help saying, “That… that can’t be. The Lord of the Abyss’s relationship with the heroes couldn’t be close enough to seek revenge for them, right? He is an abyss being after all.”

The white-haired elder questioned. “But if Their relationship wasn’t good, would He specifically appear at the Alliance to ask them to find the heroes?”

At this point, a tall elder stood up, “What are you all panicking about? First of all, do they have evidence? The evidence Norman Til found was just some memoirs and badly damaged physical evidence. It’s questionable whether the logical chain can even be established, so how can they prove our ancestors were involved in those events? We just need to insist that Norman Til is making trouble out of nothing.”

The tall elder spoke with conviction, as if he had thought everything through, and even felt the white-haired elder was thinking too slowly.

He continued, “The Lord of the Abyss has just awakened, right? He certainly can’t know the specific situation, otherwise He wouldn’t have asked the Alliance to investigate. And we can certainly smear Norman Til, tell the Lord of the Abyss that he’s using Him to deal with us while actually knowing nothing.”

After speaking, he beckoned with his right hand, and immediately someone came over carrying a wine tray.

All the elders seemed to agree with his reasoning.

Lunde paused, thinking this was indeed the case.

Besides, it was questionable whether the Lord of the Abyss would appear again.

****

That evening, the meeting commenced on schedule.

The seven great magic families immediately began aggressively demanding Norman Til to provide concrete evidence, their fierce condemnations deafening.

Norman Til instead seemed to become the one on trial.

However, even so, he kept his back straight, calmly glancing at the shouting crowd opposite him.

The Chairperson knocked on the table several times, but the opposite side didn’t stop their clamor.

Then suddenly, the conference hall doors opened, and several high-level beings with terrifying auras walked in and sat opposite Norman Til.

They were the eighth, twelfth, and nineteenth ranked humans. Their appearance was undoubtedly to deal with Norman Til.

Lunde stood before the three people, his lips curving upward as he said arrogantly, “Your Excellency Norman Til, you were once a hero who saved humanity, and we greatly admire your strength and achievements. However, today you are wrong – wrong to accuse us of allying with the evil otherworld gods without evidence.”

After speaking, the three people behind him simultaneously applied pressure on Norman Til, trying to force him to kneel.

Seeing this, the Chairperson’s pupils trembled.

Norman Til frowned, a flash of killing intent passing through his mind as he was about to step forward.

At this moment, the space beside Norman Til suddenly distorted.

A black-robed figure walked out from the void, slowly landing.

Everyone was dumbfounded – who would dare intrude on a tribunal meeting?

Norman Til paused, slowly turning his head.

The guards reacted immediately, but in the next second, their bodies stiffened and their knees went weak.

Someone screamed in terror. “It’s the Lord of the Abyss!”