After the Lord of the Abyss awakens

The third cub has become stronger, but also fatter.

Xiu Si held the big white cat in his arms, holding the cat's body with one hand, feeling a little helpless, but he could only wait for the third cub to wake up.

At this time, the big orange cat next to him opened his eyes wide, lowered his head to compare his body shape, and the third brother was a circle fatter than him!

Outside the room, the short-legged cat was packing things. With a small body, he was virtuous and hardworking. Who wouldn't love him?

About half an hour later, Xiu Si said goodbye to Francis and then to Duke Rock.

Duke Rock was still sitting in a wheelchair, but he looked much more energetic, and his face turned from pale to rosy.

He smiled at Xiu Si kindly and said, "Mr. Isius, you are welcome to come to the Roman Kingdom at any time."

Xiu Si nodded and said yes. He had a good impression of the Roman Kingdom and would like to come when he traveled to the poetry meeting.

Duke Rock smiled and kept welcoming.

After saying goodbye, they walked to the center of the courtyard.

The space magician activated the magic, and the space channel gradually appeared.

Xius said goodbye for the last time and turned to walk in.

Duke Rock watched Xius leave, his eyes drooping, and also glanced at the two cats following behind Xius.

One big and one small, the contrast in size was too striking, both were furry and looked very cute.

But Duke Rock knew that they were not creatures with anything to do with "cuteness". They just behaved like this in front of Mr. Isius. Their true bodies were probably terrifying beyond imagination, with a level above him and immeasurable strength, but they protected Mr. Isius like a child.

Watching the space channel closed and the space transfer started and ended smoothly, Duke Rock also had some feelings or doubts in his heart.

"Who is Mr. Isius?"

The highest identity he could think of was a student of "Master Matros", but it was obvious that this identity was not enough.

Mr. Isius was a more mysterious and unfathomable person. Even... not necessarily a human.

Thinking of this, Duke Rock's face changed, and fear arose in his heart. What he was more certain of was that Mr. Ixus should be the pro-human party, not the enemy of mankind, although at the same time, he would also have an inexplicable creepy fear of Mr. Ixus, as if the other party was very likely to destroy mankind, or even the world.

Therefore, you must perform well in front of him, do your best to satisfy him, and make him like this world.

—— Never let him be dissatisfied.

"..."

Duke Rock's eyes were complicated, and he didn't know why he had such absurd and contradictory feelings. He felt that the other party was pro-human, but also felt that the other party would destroy mankind.

He fell silent, his face was pale, and his heavy heart made Francis next to him a little worried.

Francis couldn't help but lean over and asked: "Rock, what's wrong?"

Duke Rock paused and shook his head, "It's okay, I just have some doubts."

Francis was silent for a few seconds, looked at Rock and said: "Is it about Mr. Ixus's doubts."

Duke Rock nodded, "Yes, he is too mysterious, but we can't ask directly." I always feel that I don't have the qualifications, or after asking, something very terrible will happen, so

I must remain silent.

Anyone who finds something unusual must remain silent and treat it normally.

Never break that peace.

Duke Rock is well-informed and has been to the subspace many times. He has seen countless strange things, but this is the first time he has seen such a mysterious thing.

In this regard, Francis thought: "I have the same feeling, but I believe Mr. Isius."

"Why?"

Rock showed a curious look.

Francis looked sincere and said frankly: "Because Mr. Isius is a rare good man."

This sentence is a bit empty, as if it is not painful or itchy, describing that it doesn't matter to anyone.

But it subtly reassured Duke Rock.

A few minutes later, Duke Rock thought: "I think so too."

Francis laughed, as if he was heartless, and suddenly his face was serious, and he got to the point: "The defense mechanism against the activities of the alien gods has almost started to operate."

These days, the alien gods have been active, and they can't just sit and wait for death. Human countries are thinking about countermeasures, and their Roman Kingdom is of course no exception. Although the majority of people are dishonest, from the king to the citizens, there must be someone in a country who stands up to protect the safety of the people and safeguard the peace of the country.

Duke Rock nodded, "We are always passive. Even if this era has been called the human era, we humans are far from being the active party with the advantage."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked at the dark sky, vowing: "We must continue to work hard and develop. Although we are deprived of the possibility of moving forward and are infinitely suppressed downward, it is precisely because of this that we cannot give up."

At this point, Duke Rock's eyes became extremely firm, "I want to know the truth about us humans, who restricts us and why, and then break the restrictions, restore what we humans are like, and find the true state of our human beings."

Francis' pupils trembled, and he didn't say anything, just looked at Duke Rock quietly.

Rock's persistence is his persistence. He will risk his life to help Rock realize his dream.

While they were talking, no one noticed that the gardener who was trimming flowers and plants in the courtyard suddenly stopped trimming the flowers with his scissors and looked at them with a dark look, as if he was thinking about something.

"..."

For a long time, He lowered his gaze, his eyes as dark as black holes, as if they had absorbed all the light, it was eerie and terrifying.

Someone found the gardener standing still and was about to shout something, but before he could open his mouth, something strange happened to him.

The gardener's face was dark, his breath was strange, and he whispered a few words repeatedly. Meanwhile, the view of the sky is getting darker and darker.

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On the other side, the great empire of Oedipus.

Hughes found that although the bookstore had not been open for a long time, it did not accumulate dust or anything. The air was fresh and he felt good. It was even cleaner than before departure.

He put Vasak in the cat's bed and made him a cat-specific semicircle pillow, hoping to make the child sleep as comfortably as possible.

In the past, when he built a small object, it would take at least a few minutes to conceive, build and adjust it, but now it only takes a minute at most. Simple matter can be created with even a thought.

This means

It shows that his creation skills are becoming more and more proficient, and his understanding of the profession is getting deeper and deeper.

With a thought in mind, Hughes kept his squatting posture, turned his palms upward, and changed various shapes in his palms.

As long as he can understand something, he can realize it at any time with his own creativity. Of course, all of this is based on his sufficient magic power.

After practicing over and over again, Hughes seemed to have gained some insights.

He felt that the so-called power is freedom. The stronger a person becomes, the freer he becomes. He can overcome obstacles and easily accomplish things that could not be accomplished before.

The pursuit of strength is also the pursuit of freedom in a sense, getting rid of the body, getting rid of thinking, and getting rid of everything that will restrain oneself.

His thinking about "power" unconsciously created a strong heart, or in other words, a strong spirit. This was something he had never had before. This change in thinking is not only the result of his increasing strength, but also promotes his progress.

Although Hughes only felt that he was becoming more and more calm and calm, and that he had a stronger and stronger grasp of the things around him. Unlike during the Age of Gods, he could only passively accept and be unable to change.

He thought to himself that this must be thanks to his children. Their power subtly helped him.

Therefore, the children are his treasures.

Hughes was in a good mood, lowered his eyes and smiled, his eyes falling on the big white cat.

The big white cat is sleeping more and more peacefully, and seems to be awakening his powers smoothly. He will also unconsciously scratch people in his dreams, and now he scratches his sleeves with his paws.

Spring is here, the temperature is rising, and Hughes is only wearing a shirt on his upper body. It is not made of cotton and is a bit thin. If a cold wind happens to blow, he will be somewhat cold.

The improvement in level is very little reflected in his physical strength. His physical strength is estimated to be that of an ordinary level 20 warrior.

It would be great if he could be like Wang Chang'er and load up some combat experience, so that if something happened, he could fight to protect the children. Although the children don't seem to need his protection.

Thinking of this, Hughes paused and slowly stood up.

Then, a meow sounded behind him.

He instinctively turned around and followed the sound and discovered the little short-footed cat wearing a golden pink lace apron.

Caught off guard by such a cute and critical attack, the old father's pupils shrank and he almost fell down! Hughes took a deep breath and calmed down before asking: Selie...what's wrong? ⑥_[("

The little short-legged cat raised his head, stopped the broom in his hand, looked into Hughes's eyes and said, "Father, meow, take a rest, meow."

He seemed worried that Hughes was tired from moving around, and his light green eyes showed worry and nervousness.

Hughes couldn't help but smile, walked slowly to the little short-footed cat, squatted down and picked it up, gently pinched his paws and said, "Why are you tired? It's only three o'clock, it's still early."

The little dwarf cat blinked, and then said: "Okay, meow."

Whatever my father says is true!

After a while, the virtuous figure of the little short-footed cat walked around every bookshelf, and then caused everyone outside to scream.

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On the other side, the Continental Human Alliance.

In a certain room, the old speaker read ten documents in a row, with a solemn look on his face, his arms on the table, fingers intertwined, and said: "I have long felt that the seven magic families are full of sins, but I didn't expect that they are not only guilty.

It harmed the brave man, and also harmed countless other families, as well as countless strong human beings. "

In order to pursue greater power and wisdom, strong human beings often enter the mysterious subspace for training. However, no matter how lofty their goals are, they must ensure a safe return to the real world. Therefore, they will always look for strategic stations in subspace as a guarantee for their return.

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However, the truth of the matter is often not simple. More than 30% of the stations in the subspace are supported and run by the seven magic families. These stations were supposed to be life-saving straws for the strong human beings, but they led to their disappearance and even death.

The magic families use these stations to quietly make those strong human beings who do not obey them and are unwilling to surrender disappear without a trace. Their ill will towards these brave men stems from the fact that the brave men are powerful enough to rival the country, as well as their pride in never looking down on the magic family.

These were all based on confessions and could not be discovered through investigation alone. They eliminated all incriminating evidence. If it weren't for the pressure from the Lord of the Abyss and the terrifying threat from the Lord of the Abyss, Botis, they would never have confessed easily.

The Alliance Trial Team mobilized so many people to organize it for two days and two nights, but it still has not been completed.

The existence of the seven magic families is nothing less than a cancer on mankind. Their greed, viciousness, jealousy, and unscrupulous methods have harmed countless strong human beings and seriously hindered the development and growth of human beings.

The crimes are numerous and unimaginable.

What's even more ridiculous is that they have never been discovered, let alone solved.

Thinking of this, the Speaker shook his head, "It's not that no one discovered it, but even if someone discovered it, they would cover it up."

What's even more ridiculous is that they commit all kinds of disgusting acts, but they have become an important "powerful shield" for mankind, and are sought after and protected by some humans who do not know the truth.

The speaker was in a mixed mood. Within one day, his already white hair was completely dry, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his whole person was lifeless and exhausted.

They must not only answer to the Lord of the Abyss and the brave men, but also to all mankind.

"..."

The speaker fell silent, his face extremely ugly, and suddenly he seemed to think of something. He walked to the balcony of the room and looked up at the expanding chaos above the sky.

"Is the God of Chaos really coming officially?"

The speaker was not the Speaker, but Simon behind the Speaker.

The Speaker trembled when he heard this, turned around slowly, paused for a few seconds before speaking, "It's very possible."

Simon looked at the sky, "Did it come from the seven magic families?"

The Speaker frowned, "No evidence has been found so far, and they have not confessed yet, but it is basically certain that the activities of the three alien gods are related to them."

Simon obviously didn't care about the evidence at all, and said bluntly: "They colluded with the three alien gods, and their target is Norman Till."

The Speaker was stunned, "I guess so. Not long after Norman Till accused them, the three alien gods obviously became active. This timing is by no means a coincidence."

"They want to remove the alien gods from Norman Tire, so that they can sit back and relax."

Simon remained silent and said in a deep voice: "But sending three alien gods at once would be too much."

Norman Till is certainly powerful;

However, facing those high-level gods from other worlds, he will inevitably be unable to do what he wants?_[(, and may even fall into a disadvantage and face a life-and-death test. Not to mention that there is such a troublesome existence as the God of Chaos among them.

It is no exaggeration to say that if there is a fight, Norman Tire will lose against the God of Chaos.

Other humans are certain to die. Except for the mysterious human being ranked first.

The Speaker looked into the distance and thought: "The reason why we sent down three alien gods is probably because Norman Thiel is a contractor of the demon god Baal."

Simon was stunned and his face turned pale, "Do you have to consider it so complicated? Norman Tier frankly said that it is almost impossible for him to summon the demon Baal."

Demon God Baal is not easily summoned, and does Norman Tire have anything on his hands that could interest Demon God Baal?

The Speaker also felt, "However, for them, it is of course best to be foolproof. Speaking of which, where is Norman Till now?"

He turned to look at Simon.

Simon pointed to the sky, raised his eyes and said, "He is in the subspace, watching the movements of gods from other worlds."

"I see."

The Speaker nodded.

After chatting for a few more words, Simon was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something and turned to the speaker.

"By the way, although there may be insufficient personnel now, I think it is very necessary for us to form a team to do that."

"What's up?"

"Now there are gradually clues to the recovery of the brave man."

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at the same time.

In the ancient ruins, Beelzebub gradually became irritable during the investigation.

The human sages back then had been buried for thousands of years. Didn't they not investigate it at the beginning and turned it over already? Now if they look again, can they find anything new?

The answer is no, it's all old information from the past. The recorded historical materials are all words about "we are sorry to the brave" and so on. They are no different from confessions, and there is not a single sentence of useful content.

What they said about the ancestor god of mankind is nothing worth saying, it is nothing more than praise and worship. In a sense, ancestral worship of the God who is the ancestor of mankind is an inevitable natural attribute of human beings. There is nothing to say about this.

If the mastermind behind the scenes is a human sage or an unknown human being who participated in the summoning at that time, then the possibility of investigating reliable clues is extremely low, close to none.

I guess that guy wouldn't have left any clues, so he would have destroyed them long ago.

Beelzebub is a demon who lacks patience. Once he cannot find clues or the search is blocked, he will become irritable and want to return to his father to calm down.

He is a devil who dares to think and do, and he will turn around and go home.

He has left a place in the Father’s body, and no matter where the Father is or where He is, he can be quickly connected and transferred. So three minutes later, he successfully transformed into a tiger-striped silver cat and returned home.

However, he didn't know it until he returned. Only after he returned did he realize that the big orange cat that Bryce had transformed into was as fat as a pig, let alone the big white cat that was sleeping to death in the cat's nest.

So fat, how could such a fat guy be his compatriot!

Beelzebub couldn't say anything. Fortunately, the little cat didn't become fat and still looked virtuous and well-behaved. When he saw him coming back, he would still call him "brother meow" in a sensible way.

Good brother, other guys always think of him

He is the twenty-fourth ranked younger brother, and only Celios honestly calls him brother.

Beelzebub was satisfied in his heart, thinking that if he could drive away all his compatriots from his father, he would also consider keeping the little cat.

As long as Sere doesn't reveal his true nature, he is a very well-behaved and cute little brother, nya.

Beelzebub nodded, touched the little cat's bowed head with his paws, and looked at the study, "Is father busy?"

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, but his father seemed to be still trying to delve into the knowledge of alchemy, flipping through the alchemy book under the light of the oil lamp.

He wanted to go over and stick to his father and nestle comfortably next to his father, but he was also afraid of disturbing his father.

He and they all knew that although his father didn't care on the surface, deep down, he also had a desire for power.

Because power can ensure his own survival and protect his children from anything.

Father works so hard for them.

Thinking of this, Yinmao's mood was in waves.

In response to his question, the little bantam cat nodded, "Father is working hard to learn how to meow."

Beelzebub said "Yeah", but he actually saw it. In that case, let's do it tomorrow. Father's things are more important!

When the big orange cat saw Beelzebub coming home, he looked shocked and walked over with light steps.

Beelzebub turned his head and saw a big cat as big as a mountain standing next to his right paw, tilting his head with an observation look in his eyes.

Beelzebub didn't like being looked at like this, so he immediately said: "What, is something wrong, Bryce?"

In Beelzebub's impression, Bris was a noisy demon who would suddenly get excited and chant something, making him very noisy, but would turn around and become quiet again, and would not speak for a long time.

His relationship with Bryce was indifferent, or rather, his relationship with all his compatriots was indifferent.

Then, the big orange cat lowered his head and said to the silver tabby cat, "Long time no see, Beelzebub."

Silver Cat paused and said a little awkwardly: "Well, long time no see."

He felt that Brice had something to say to him, and most likely it wasn't something good.

The big orange cat saw Beelzebub's psychological preparation, so he did not make any foreshadowing and said bluntly: "Beelzebub, humans call you a threat to humanity and a destroyer of races. Your actions cannot be reshaped with a few words. We Rewriting history may not necessarily change people’s impression of you.”

The silver cat was silent, staring at the big orange cat with piercing eyes. After a few seconds, he said: "I know."

A bit of surprise flashed in the big orange cat's eyes.

The silver cat lowered his head and continued: "I don't want to completely hide my father, but there are indeed many outrageous rumors about me. You just need to eliminate those outrageous rumors."

The big orange cat was even more shocked, "Aren't you afraid of letting your father know?"

Silver Cat said seriously: "But those are also part of me. I can't hide it from my father, and I can't lie to my father."

"Yeah."

The big orange cat is a bit unbelievable.

In His impression, Beelzebub was a very aloof devil, who lived alone and did not maintain good relations with his compatriots.

You know, when they first came out of the mainland, if they couldn't defeat the giant beasts and gods outside and were bullied, they would call Big Brother, Second Brother, and Fourth Brother to save them.

However, Beelzebub alone has never called out to his brothers for help since they were separated. He likes to solve problems by himself. Even if his life is in danger or he encounters a very terrifying high-level enemy, he will always solve the problem by himself.

He is aloof and stubborn, very awkward, and difficult to get along with. But the most important thing is his attitude towards his father, but he can openly express his love and dependence.

Sometimes, Bris was actually a little curious about Beelzebub's psychology.

When the silver cat saw the big orange cat, he still had an observant look, and emphasized: "There is nothing I can't let my father know anyway. The only thing I worry about is that my father will be sad."

This is also the reason why He dared not tell the truth.

To be honest, the orange cat is also troubled by this matter.

In fact, most of the difficulty in rewriting history lies in this point.

Tell the truth to your father, or lie to your father, half truth and half false, or use truth to cover up lies, and use lies to cover up truth.

In any case, they did fight for thousands of years, did not listen to Agares, and caused trouble everywhere.

Although Bryce himself does not have any dark history, he cannot stand up to the dark history of his compatriots.

They fell silent at the same time, and the atmosphere was a little heavy.

A few minutes later, the big orange cat broke the silence with a smile and said to the silver cat: "Forget it, I will take care of it. Will you come back and sleep at night?"

"yes."

Silver Cat nodded and looked at the young man who was focused on studying.

The orange cat did the same, and also said: "When father falls asleep at night, let's squat together."

A glimmer of light flashed in the silver cat's eyes, "Okay, I would like to know what Agares is doing."

Their Crouching Brother plan was successfully established, and they also roped in the little short-footed cat.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, they watched their father feed the little light body regularly. After feeding, the father studied for a while. It was not until twelve o'clock in the evening that he finally put down the book and walked to the big white cat's cathouse to confirm that the big white cat Nothing happened, and then he picked them up one by one, put them in the cat's bed, and said good night gently.

When the lights dimmed, they opened their eyes and popped their heads out of the cat's nest. Their eyes were fixed on the bed, their paws gripping the quilt, concentrating on it.

An hour passed with no movement.

Three hours, four hours, no movement.

At around four o'clock, the big orange cat fell asleep. The little dwarf cat was half asleep, half awake, with his eyes half open. The silver cat was still squatting energetically.

Agares knows all the answers, but he seems to be trapped in a dream, performing some cosmic-level magic.

Maybe Agares couldn't connect to them and asked them to create their own opportunities.

Time passed by, and Beelzebub was originally very energetic, but he became sleepy unknowingly.

This hasn't happened in thousands of years.

It stands to reason that as long as Beelzebub doesn't want to sleep, his body will never be sleepy, but he is sleepy now, and his eyelids suddenly feel as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he can't support it at all.

He rubbed his eyes and kept staring at the bed, while his vision began to blur and then become clear.

"Well..."

Beelzebub was drowsy, and his eyelids couldn't hold up any longer and they really closed.

He was sleeping in the darkness, and his consciousness was not only extremely heavy, but also sinking infinitely. He was suddenly awakened, his soul was violently shaken, and he immediately opened his eyes.

Then, He saw it.

In the darkness, beside his father, sat a very beautiful young man.

His eyes were deep and dark, his gaze lowered, looking at the most important person to him.

He quietly guarded everything around him, silently and attentively, as if there was nothing more important in the world than guarding that person.

Seeing this scene, Beelzebub was inexplicably shocked, his eyes trembled, and the words he wanted to ask Agares were choked in his throat.

And the next second, the young man turned his eyes and glanced over indifferently, as if he noticed his presence.

Beelzebub was immediately frightened.

If He opens his mouth, He will surely disturb those who are sleeping. But if you don't speak, you will miss the opportunity to ask Agares.

Beelzebub was in trouble, his pupils shrunk, his cat hair stood on end, and he developed a deep fear of his brothers.

But he is the God of Destruction after all, and his innate pride and self-esteem made him forcibly stand up and open his mouth.

However, the other party put his index finger lightly to his lips, making a clear gesture of silence.

There was a terrifying majesty in the silence that made the devil suffocate.

Beelzebub was stunned, his mind went blank, and he was stunned until dawn.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the cat's nest. When he raised his eyes again, he saw the sleepy big orange cat next door.

The big orange cat seemed to have had a good sleep and felt refreshed. He also stretched out his paws and stretched his waist, if he had a waist.

Noticing Beelzebub's gaze, the big orange cat turned to look at the silver cat and tilted his head strangely, "Meow, what's wrong, meow?"

This guy had no idea what happened to Agares last night and slept to death. Beelzebub was extremely convinced and turned to look at the little cat.

The little short-footed cat was also rubbing his eyes, but he seemed to feel something, so his eyes were a little panicked.

Beelzebub knew it at a glance.

God knows what their second brother was thinking. He showed up in the middle of the night, guarding his sleeping father and forbidding any noise.

Beelzebub came back to his senses and wanted to complain, but when he looked back, he realized that Agares had always been like this, protecting his father in various ways and not letting them disturb his father.

Although there is nothing wrong with it, that kind of quiet desire for control can be quite scary sometimes.

He was still young at that time, so he didn't understand. Now that he has grown up and understands a lot, he understands the deeper meaning of some actions.

but……

Beelzebub suddenly went crazy and finally crouched down. I have the answer right at my fingertips!

He turned around and explained the situation to the big orange cat.

The big orange cat looked shocked.

"Second brother showed up?"

"Not only did he show up, but he also clearly told me not to disturb my father."

"? You really can't make any noise."

"Is that the problem?!"

The orange cat and the silver cat had a heated discussion.

At the same time, Hughes had a good night's sleep. It would be no exaggeration to say that it was the best quality sleep since his resurrection. He woke up refreshed and fatigue was gone. He had a headache and dizziness after studying too much yesterday. , His brain simply doesn’t work very well now. If brain capacity really exists, it is no exaggeration to say that he feels that his brain capacity has expanded.

Hughes was in a happy mood and got up in the morning to do it

Everything is much more diligent.

At about eight o'clock, the conversation between the orange cat and the silver cat ended.

Orange Cat: "Next time, I'll wait until my second brother wakes me up."

Silver Cat: What if you don’t wake up no matter how I scream? ?_[("

Orange Cat: "Then remember to use the spirit community when the time comes. There are many ways to talk to your second brother without disturbing your father."

The silver cat choked. He was too nervous at the time and couldn't think straight.

"……I see."

Hughes noticed their meowing conversation and turned his gaze, thoughtfully.

Suddenly, the silver cat ran towards Hughes, and rarely asked about the past.

"Father, meow, remember the human sage who summoned the brave, meow?"

Beelzebub had no choice. He couldn't find any useful information, so he had to ask his father himself. He also planned to ask the three brave men after asking his father. No matter what, there must be clues in their memories.

"Sage?"

Hughes was shocked and recalled: "I remember, that man was very friendly and humble. I talked to him several times and he seemed to be very interested in my career as a creator."

Beelzebub was dumbfounded. Could it be that in the dark under the lamp, the most inconspicuous human sage was the biggest suspect? I still remember that when they came out of the abyss, the human sage was already dead. There were no bones left, and there was no place to search.

Then, Zeus frowned slightly, recalled and compared, and said in a low voice: "By the way, that person is somewhat similar to the priest Xilin I met before."

Before he finished speaking, the three cats were shocked.

Beelzebub opened his eyes wide, and his brain banged, as if the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked. !