Chapter 121
Aini's dress stands out among humans, so he always attracts attention wherever he goes. In addition, he is cheerful and good at speaking, and responds enthusiastically to people's conversations, so many people talked to him along the way and told him many legends about "Mr. Isis".
Such as the most famous cat lover in the city, the student of Master Matros, etc. Many citizens like Mr. Isius, because they also have a good impression of those who come to visit Mr. Isius.
How should I put it? There are no bad people around Mr. Isius. He himself has a gentle personality, good temper, modesty and courtesy. He is impeccable in every aspect.
Someone reminded Aini: "Mr. Isius's bookstore may not be open today. I think his little cat hasn't come out yet."
Many passers-by knew that the little cat had been looking after the store in recent days. Mr. Isis was busy with something, it seemed, and seemed that he was studying and researching magic. He stayed at home all the time and rarely even went to the library.
Aini nodded and said, "I see. What if the door is open when I arrive? Mr. Isius's kitten might like me very much."
Passersby thought about it and agreed.
When one topic ends, another one comes up.
However, among the many voices, there was one voice that seemed to come from the abyss of hell, which made people shudder.
He called out in a low voice: "Abyss Lord Aini."
Calling him by his name directly shows that he has bad intentions.
Aini stopped but did not turn around. His expression was calm and indifferent. Then he said in a voice that only a high-level being could hear: "What do you want me to do?"
The voice was extremely cold and continued, "They kept you in the dark and didn't consider you as a fellow countryman at all."
Aini paused, his eyes darkened visibly, then he slowly turned around.
He had just figured this out, and by tracing the activities of Eliog and other demons, he finally got a person's name.
——"Mr. Isius."
A very famous cat-loving family in the Oedipus Imperial City, with nearly twenty cats. This alone was certainly not enough to make him think of his own compatriots, but he saw the portrait of the cat in "Mr. Isius's house".
Wow, you don’t know until you see it, aren’t they the avatars of their brothers and sisters?
It matches exactly!
Add to that the name "Isius", how could he not think of his father.
Just ask, how could his brothers and sisters who were usually so arrogant turn into cats to please a human? Of course it is possible! If that person is their father whom they have missed so much after thousands of years of separation!
After hearing the news, Aini immediately went to the bookstore to see his father, but he did not teleport there, but walked slowly. Why? Of course, he wanted to learn about his father's situation from humans.
Although humans don’t know much, it’s better to know than not. Then He realized that his father had returned a month ago. Eliog and other demons also knew about it, but they only cared about turning into cats to monopolize his father and didn’t tell other demons. How abominable!
Aini realized later why the war against Big Brother started. It was because they had done something hidden from Big Brother, and then they were caught by Big Brother and were all exiled!
Humph, you deserve it! Although Sister Baimeng was implicated completely innocently.
A lot of thoughts flashed through Aini's mind, and he had no idea what the guy in front of him who suddenly called him was.
He was about to reunite with his father. Who was this guy? Was he trying to get in His way?
Thinking of this, Aini's eyes suddenly turned unfriendly, and he looked darkly at the alley in the distance.
There was darkness there, not physical darkness, but darkness covered by magic.
No shape could be seen in the darkness, only a voice could be heard from afar.
"I can help you get rid of all your brothers and sisters, as long as you listen to me."
His words completely exposed His unusualness. The Abyss Lord Aini should not have any brothers or sisters on the mainland, just like the abyss creatures generally have no parents. He is the conscious product of the abyss miasma. However, He said that Aini has brothers and sisters.
How should we understand it?
Aini knew without much thought that this guy probably knew that their Abyss Lords were compatriots, and not only that, he even knew about his father.
More than He knew, and seemingly with no good intentions.
Aini was no longer in a hurry. He stared across the alley with an interested look in his eyes, and then asked, "Can you take care of all my brothers and sisters?"
"Yes, all of them."
The voice seemed very confident, and there was a certain power in the tone that could bewitch the devil.
It is not like the spirit of words, but even better than the spirit of words. Ordinary people will become extremely vicious the moment they hear His voice, and wish that anyone whose interests conflict with theirs would die on the spot.
But who is Aini? She is the 23rd ranked demon among the Lords of the Abyss and the youngest sister demon except for Beelzebub who refuses to acknowledge her rank. She carries the birthday blessings of countless older brothers and sisters. Ordinary power has no effect on her at all. Even the power of the ultimate existence seems extremely powerless in front of the nullification magic cast by her second brother Agares.
Aini's lips curled up, the twin ponytails behind her head fluttered in the wind, her eyes were cold, and she said, "Including my eldest brother, the Demon God Baal, and my second brother, Agares?"
"Yes."
The voice in the darkness continued to answer.
"Hahaha."
Aini couldn't help but laugh. At the same time, his eyes lit up and his magic worked. His gaze penetrated the darkness and looked towards the deep alley where the sound came from.
At the same time, the originally bustling streets suddenly became extremely quiet, as if shrouded by an invisible force.
People's minds seemed to be controlled by some kind of suggestion. They stopped talking, lowered their eyes, and exuded a depressing and foul smell.
This is obviously a kind of consciousness manipulation and a display of powerful power.
Not only this street, I'm afraid the entire surrounding area has fallen into the control of the other party and has become an extension of their territory.
In the competition between high-level beings, the mastery of the domain often determines the key to victory or defeat. Generally speaking, in a duel between people of equal strength, once you step into the opponent's domain, it basically means defeat.
With Aini's current strength, it is not an easy task to escape from the opponent's domain. He will most likely be forced to accept the opponent's control and be unable to act independently.
However, facing such a serious situation, Aini's face was still filled with a calm smile, and the dimples on both sides were faintly visible.
"You can defeat my eldest and second brothers?"
He actually dared to challenge, and his words revealed his innate confidence.
The black-robed man in the darkness slowly raised his head, revealing cloudy bloodshot eyes under his hood.
He did not reveal his true face, but it was obviously the face of the trainee. If Zeus was present, he would definitely recognize him immediately.
There is no doubt that He is the "Evil of the Universe" that the demons have been discussing recently.
Although He does not agree with this title, He has more suitable titles, such as the God of Filth.
Filth is both natural and conceptual, but it tends to be more conceptual.
Because filth did not exist in the world until there was the concept of filth in language.
This is also the biggest difference between natural gods and conceptual gods.
Natural gods exist even without language, but conceptual gods’ existence would be ambiguous without language.
But Wang Chang'er was not wrong, He was indeed the evil of the universe. After all, all the evil matter in the universe gathered towards Him. He was like a huge magnet, attracting evil and filth from the entire universe.
Every moment is full, bloated, bursting.
If you ask Him how He manipulates some unconscious gods, the answer is exactly as they expected, using the ubiquitous evil matter.
As long as there is a certain proportion of evil matter in any "whole life", He can tamper with its consciousness, devour its body, and do various things that ordinary gods and demons cannot do.
When the God of Chaos destroyed the continent, He made use of His own "magnetism".
The magnet attracts iron, using itself as a magnet to attract the evil matter in the chaotic body.
The God of Chaos will naturally descend. The same goes for the other two gods from other worlds.
But it’s not that simple, because “He” has been getting weaker and weaker these days, so weak that he is unconscious, and Arnold has gotten the upper hand many times.
Arnold is a human being, and also himself. Unlike other containers, he is his clone who was cut off. He is very cowardly, stupid, and split. He sometimes does this kind of experiment, enlarging and cutting himself to expand his capacity, just like humans with small stomachs try hard to eat to enlarge their stomachs, but he basically never succeeds. Arnold is one of the few times he succeeded, and then it brought him some trouble.
I believe that all gods and demons who have lived for tens of thousands of years know that there is nothing more troublesome than something with self-awareness.
But even so, they continue to create as if they were cursed, because life is too long, and creating life is a way of entertainment to relieve loneliness, whether it is through natural reproduction and creation, or through gene editing and other methods.
Because we have this ability, we do it, just like people want to eat because they have a stomach.
Everything always goes so smoothly.
Although, their creation is not the same as the creation of the "Creator God" and it is not something created out of nothing.
At this moment, his bloodshot eyes were dark as he stared at the girl in the white dress with twin ponytails. He spoke slowly and indifferently, "Abyss Lord Aini, you know nothing about being strong. I tell you, I can defeat them."
Again, a very confident tone.
But Aini didn't respond at all, and said nonchalantly: "If you can do it, why do you come to me? Shouldn't you go beat my eldest brother and second brother first?"
There was a natural innocence in His voice, without a trace of malice, as if He was simply asking a question.
The man in black robe was silent, his bloodshot eyes shining.
"I think you have enough time."
Aini continued in a calm tone, "Besides, you should have more needs than I do."
The black-robed man said, "You don't like your brother and sister, don't you?"
Aini showed a surprised expression, as if he was shocked that the other party actually knew about his family conflict.
The black-robed man seemed to really understand and continued, "There are too many demons in your family. You are young, low-ranked, and weak, and you hardly receive any attention. That's why you don't like your brothers and sisters, and you hope they disappear."
Aini was silent.
The black-robed man tempted, "Get rid of them, and you will get all the attention. Don't you want that?"
When He spoke, His eyes lit up and looked bloodshot.
Aini wanted to get around it, but after hearing this he finally got impatient and said coldly, "It's too obvious to sow discord."
The black-robed man disagreed, "You have such thoughts in your mind."
Aini didn't answer, but said lightly: "Hey, you can't do it."
The man in black robe: “…”
"Besides, who are you? Why are you interfering in our family conflict?"
Aini stared at the man in black robe. If he hadn't sensed the difference in strength, he would have rushed past him.
"The evil of the universe. In the eyes of your brothers and sisters, I am a villain, and I am."
The man in black robe was silent for a while, and then he directly revealed his identity.
"Evil...of the universe?"
Aini had a surprised expression on his face. Although he didn't know what "cosmic evil" was, it didn't sound like a good thing.
Aini asked: "What is your purpose?"
The black-robed man was silent. His eyes beneath his hood were extremely sharp and bloodshot. After a long while, he replied, "My goal is to kill an unkillable being."
Aini narrowed his eyes and asked, "Can't kill, does that mean you don't have the ability to kill, or you can't kill?"
The black-robed man remained silent again, and answered in a tone that was hard to tell whether it was true or false: "Both."
Aini seemed to see through something, "But you still want to kill."
The black-robed man did not deny it and answered directly, "Yes."
But Aini stared at Him for a long time, and suddenly said: "No, this is not your ultimate goal."
The black-robed man remained silent, his eyes becoming darker, "Why do you say that?"
Aini intuitively felt, "More despair than hatred."
"What are you despairing about, what are you hoping for?"
He has a relatively strong intuition among his compatriots and can see through lies to a certain extent, although this "degree" is sometimes difficult to say.
The black-robed man lowered his head upon hearing this, and then he clapped his hands, with a hint of praise in his tone, "The youngest sister is unexpectedly more perceptive."
"Speak out."
Aini frowned, showing a hint of impatience.
He never liked puzzles since he was a child.
Although some of his brothers seemed to like him very much, such as Amon and Lelakin. As for his second brother... well, his second brother was a mystery and he didn't know it, it wasn't a question of whether he liked him or not.
The black-robed man said slowly: "What am I hoping for?"
His tone was like a soliloquy, like a ghost, with an inexplicable overlapping echo. Suddenly, his face darkened, and he said faintly: "Your father should know."
"Um?"
Aini was surprised.
The black-robed man seemed to have finished talking, and seeing that he could not achieve his goal, he decided to withdraw. "Let's stop here. If I attack you here, I will die again. Death is a troublesome thing. It means all the previous efforts will be wasted and I will have to start over. Well, your father and your uncles and aunts should all know that being forced to reset the game in the middle of the game and changing the account to start over is really a test of patience."
Aini frowned: "What is your purpose?"
The figure of the man in black robe gradually disappeared, and his voice became weaker and weaker. "You will know."
Aini: "You clearly know that even if I rebel, I can't do anything to my brothers and sisters. Your attempts to sow discord between them will never succeed from the beginning."
"Yeah."
As soon as the man in black robe finished speaking, the body he controlled lost consciousness and fell due to gravity.
After more than ten seconds, the humans controlled by consciousness gradually came back to their senses and had no idea what had happened here.
"What's going on?"
"Hey...my mind is so confused."
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, thinking that they had encountered some subspace creature.
Aini looked at the alley, sensed it casually, and found that there were indeed no traces.
It's really strange, I don't understand it, but it seems like there is some conflict between me and my brothers and sisters and my father.
Humph, I really want to catch him and beat him up. And you're trying to sow discord, who the hell are you?
Aini was furious, but he was indeed provoked. It was really abominable that his brothers and sisters found their father but didn't tell him!
"But...if it were me, I would also hide it from my other brothers and sisters."
-
One day ago.
In the meeting hall on the third floor of the Continental Human Alliance, hundreds of people gathered here a few minutes ago. A few minutes later, they were sent to various places to complete their work. Only Norman Till and Wang Chang'er were left.
Wang Chang'er sat in the main seat, with many documents in front of him, many of which required his signature. To save the trouble, he directly used magic signature, which was faster than a printing machine.
Normantier stood three meters away from him, with an expression as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, and a little elf ran out from time to time beside him.
Wang Chang'er seemed to know what he was hesitating about, and asked directly: "Is there something the Elf King wants to talk to me about?"
Normandyer's eyes flashed with shock, and he replied, "Yes, he said he wanted to meet a human hero."
The Elf Kings of this generation were no more than 6,000 years old, and in Wang Chang'er's eyes, they were all children. In his heyday, he could enter and leave the Elf's ancestral land as if he were in an empty place. The elves might be a noble race that was feared on the continent, but to him, they were just ordinary.
The generations are not on the same level.
However, he had to ask the Elf King for some things. After the Alliance conducted a self-examination, it found not only humans, but also elves and other races. Among them, the elves intervened in more than one or two points.
Secondly, the races controlled by the evil of the universe are not just humans. His plans are far-reaching. In fact, there are traces of his activities not only in this continent, but also in other cosmic regions.
According to Wang Chang'er's investigation, the evil of the universe is pure evil, uncompromising evil, insidious, cunning, vicious and perverted, and it breaks out intermittently, dragging all gods and demons into its evil and chaotic world. At least in Wang Chang'er's view, all its actions are to drag the whole world into destruction, like a water ghost.
Normandy waited for Wang Chang'er's answer respectfully. No matter whether Wang Chang'er answered yes or no, he would stand on Wang Chang'er's side.
"The Elf King wants to see me, so He should come here in person."
Wang Chang'er's tone was indifferent, but there was a kind of terrifying domineering aura that showed he could kill people thousands of miles away with ease.
Norman Thiel was stunned, and said subconsciously: "Okay."
The news then reached the ears of Firod, the leader of the seven elven kings.
Ferod was silent for a long time, and the Elf Palace was dead silent.
The elves also have their own dignity. For thousands of years, they have been in high positions, looking down on all races. But now you want them to step down from their high positions and visit a human. Even if the other party is powerful and has made horrible achievements, they still cannot be easily defeated at the racial level.
However, He had to communicate with Wang Chang'er. This was because Wang Chang'er was one of the most powerful beings on the continent besides the gods and the Lord of the Abyss. In order to confirm Wang Chang'er's position and "certain things", there was a need for communication between the two parties.
The Elf King Firod knew that the same should be true for Wang Chang'er.
So to put it bluntly, it’s all about face.
At this time, in the palace, an old elf couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, there is no need to visit, he will come to you in the future."
Philod was silent, his expression serious.
He knew very well that the elves could no longer stand still. If they did not change and move forward, they would be drowned by the tide of the times.
This is not the time to talk about face, dignity or racial dignity.
The elves below were still saying, "Your Majesty, you don't need to worry. Humans are a race without the power to move forward. Under so many constraints, they can't even go far on this continent, let alone make progress."
Another elf added: "The Human Era is just the self-vanity of humans. It is the tacit approval and support of the Abyss Lord that has brought them to where they are today. Now the Abyss Lord has an uncertain attitude and most of them are far away from the continent. It is a question whether humans can pass the Abyss Trolls. Wang Chang'er, Normandyer and others are indeed powerful, but they are only powerful as individuals, far from their entire race. We elves are long-lived and have strong talents. After losing the protection of the Abyss Lord, it should be us elves, not humans, who control the continent."
Among the dozens of elven elders in the audience, eight out of ten disapproved of Ferod's diplomacy with humans, believing that it was an embarrassment to them and put their great elves on an equal footing with humans.
However, after a few minutes of silence, Firod actually said seriously: "No."
"His Majesty?"
The elf elders in the audience spoke in unison, their faces changed, as if they did not understand Firold.
In fact, as early as when the young elf royal family was sent to Normandyer, they had many complaints. How could the blood of the elven king be used as a summoned beast by humans? They did not say anything because of the status of the elven king. However, Firod seemed to be "going even further" today and continued to get close to humans.
They did think about it.
Firod stood up, his long green hair fluttering behind him, his eyelashes drooping, his eyes shining with golden light, and he slowly said to the elves: "I'd better go see him. I want to know his views on the future of the continent, and... there have been many incidents in recent days, and I also want to know what is going on."
The elf elders in the audience were all stunned, and several of them couldn't help but express their opposition.
However, Ferod was not a gentle elf, and the limit of his tolerance was extremely limited. If they questioned him a few more times, he would increase his pressure on the spot, with an expression that showed that he would not hesitate to suppress them even by violence.
After a few minutes, the elf elder reluctantly agreed, feeling unhappy but unable to express himself.
While they were talking, a royal family member was staring at them from behind the shadows, with a cold look and a condescending scrutiny.
Philod seemed to have sensed something, turned his head and looked, but saw nothing.
By the end of the meeting, the elves gradually disappeared from the palace, leaving only Ferold and his confidants.
Firod held his forehead with one hand and said in a low voice: "There are also unstable factors within our tribe."
Hearing this, his confidant Laljik couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, what did you just do...?"
Firod raised his eyes, glanced at Laljik, and said in a deep voice: "Everything is prepared for a rainy day."
Laljik paused.
Firod said, "I have had a recurring dream recently. I was confused in the dream and at a loss after waking up. I have been restless until now. I must find an answer."
Raljik: "What did you dream about?"
"The rise of humanity and the destruction of the continent."
Firod's eyes were heavy, and he continued, "And a scene that is completely the opposite of this."
Laljik was about to ask if this was a prophetic dream, but immediately stopped talking because how could a prophetic dream contradict itself?
Or, the survival and destruction in the prophecy are wavering, it is possible to survive, or it is possible to destroy.
Firod continued: "I saw more than tens of billions of stars annihilated and countless lives died."
"The elves are nothing in the face of the impending destruction."
"this……"
Laljik's face turned pale, as if he couldn't accept just what He said.
"We are still too weak in front of the ultimate existence."
Philod lowered his eyes with a complicated expression.
They need to find their ancestor god, but the elven ancestor god had died long ago, which means they are a race without an ancestor to protect them.
“Another era is coming.”
Firod raised his eyes and said earnestly: "It is either completely dark or infinitely bright. A single race cannot cope with the coming crisis."
Therefore, we must find a way to unite with other powerful races.
-
At the same time, the Continental Human Alliance.
Normantil received the message from the elves, but before he could say to Wang Chang'er [Gong Zhonghao: This novel is so good], the space in front of him was opened up and Firod, the leader of the seven elven kings, walked out.
Norman Till was shocked on the spot.
Wang Chang'er, who was behind the desk, raised his eyes, his gaze fell on the snow-white elf, and said slowly: "Felode, is that so."
"Yes."
Ferold nodded. It seemed that He was overly polite for an Elf King.
Wang Chang'er looked into the elf's eyes and said straight to the point: "We found that there are many conspirators among the elves."
Firod frowned: "Conspirator?"
Wang Chang'er said bluntly: "A conspirator who conspired with the seven great magic families of mankind to manipulate the world at will."
Philod said without hesitation: "Do you want me to cooperate with the investigation?"
"yes."
Wang Chang'er is very direct.
His strength, identity, status and achievements make everything he says and does seem natural and reasonable.
But Wang Chang'er also knew that the elves were a very noble race, and arrogance was almost written into their genes. Asking them not to be arrogant was simply asking them to rebel against their own genes, which was impossible.
However, Wang Chang'er narrowed his eyes slightly.
He has done countless things that were against others' will in his life. At what age does he still care about what others think?
He is not Roger who becomes kind after getting old. Although he does not think he is old, if he really is old, he must be a free old man.
The air was silent for a few seconds.
Philod looked into Wang Chang'er's eyes and said solemnly: "I will cooperate with you."
Wang Chang'er's eyes flashed with surprise, and he asked in confusion: "Why are you so cooperative?"
Firod said without reservation, "I have a feeling that what happens next will not be something that our single race can handle. Therefore, I hope we can unite."
Wang Chang'er was surprised: "Premonition?"
Philod: "Dream."
“…”
Wang Chang'er pondered for a few seconds and said, "Dreams cannot be the basis for guiding actions."
"But dreams don't distinguish between the past and the future. They can be used as a reference."
Philod said.
really.
If that were the case, Wang Chang'er couldn't deny it.
Then, Firod continued to ask: "What does the Brave King Chang'er think about the future of the continent and this planet?"
Wang Changer: "Isn't this the main question I want to ask?"
Philod nodded.
Wang Chang'er smiled calmly and said lightly: "It won't be destroyed."
“……!”
Philodendon was shocked.
Is Wang Chang'er so sure?
"Your judgment is based on..."
Philod couldn't help asking.
To be honest, even though Wang Chang'er is very strong and is a genuine God-King-level warrior, it is impossible for him to save the crisis by himself.
Wang Chang'er nodded and said, "Well, because there are many reliable forces."
Firod asked in confusion: "What power?"
Wang Chang'er smiled slightly but still did not answer.
"I won't say more. You'll know when the time comes."
Philod was shocked by his confidence and wanted to continue asking questions.
"Are you so sure?"
“The power of belief is important.”
The man and the elf stared at each other in silence for a long time.
In the end, both sides seemed to understand each other and began to chat all night long.
"By the way, the demon god Baal disappeared after returning. Did he return to the abyss?"
"Are you going to ask that?"
"You know?"
Philod was shocked.
Wang Chang'er smiled again without saying anything.
Philod was more certain, "You do know."
"Haha, let's not talk about this topic anymore."
"……All right."
After a conversation, Philod finally got to know what kind of person Wang Chang'er was.
What an amazing human being. He has lived longer than Him, but his mentality is so young.
"Okay, that's about it. I'm very grateful for the cooperation of the elves."
Wang Chang'er stood up slowly. There was no trace of fatigue in his eyes. Instead, he looked more energetic.
What does it mean to be strong even at old age? He is like that.
"Then let's start killing first."
Wang Chang'er suddenly said: "The elves who set up the trap to harm Ye Qingyi must not let any of them escape."
Firod was somewhat frightened by his murderous intent, and after a long while he replied: "The elves are willing to assist in all investigation activities."
Norman Till remained silent after watching the entire conversation, but he was deeply aware that he might have witnessed a historical event.
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Oedipus 3 p.m.
Cat gathering at the bedroom door.
"Father hasn't woken up yet, meow."
"Big Brother is also sleeping, meow. He won't go to fight the God of the Universe, meow."
The three kittens were walking around the bed. The gray cat tried to jump onto the bed several times, but he felt a little scared inside.
But if he doesn't go, can he still count on Sele or Lelakin? As a younger brother, he has to take more responsibility!
The gray cat leaped up and landed successfully on the bed.
But the next second, the big golden tiger suddenly moved its claws, perhaps because it sensed something unusual.
My little Persian brother is in danger! The short-legged cat shouted.
However, it was too late, the overwhelming claws grabbed the little gray cat.
Before the little grey kitten could react, it was held under the belly and pressed down by the warm fur!
Because of the great defeat of Persia.
The little dwarf cat was shocked. He didn't expect to lose a general so soon.
"H-What should I do, meow!"
Just then, a voice sounded, "I'm here, meow."
The shorthair kitten was surprised and thought it was the voice of a Devon cat, but after careful identification, it seemed not to be?
He immediately turned around and saw a cow-cat as dark as a cloud of snow sitting next to him, looking at him with a smile on its face.
The little dwarf cat's pupils trembled and he was almost frightened.
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