Chapter 63
Vashak was just sleeping when he was suddenly kicked in the face by a cat's claw. He was so angry that he stood up on the spot, only to see Buyer saying something angrily.
"I'm going to go out for a while, you protect father!"
Vassago: “Huh?”
But this willful little puppet left as soon as he said it would. With a flick of its tail, the cat jumped into the space crack.
Vassago: ...
What happened? Please explain it.
Vashak didn't understand, but he felt that Buyer was very anxious.
Before, Vashak would definitely catch up and teach him a lesson, but he had been diving for too long, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he didn't want to do any strenuous exercise.
never mind.
Vassago yawned lazily, his eyes passing through the walls of the bookstore and falling on the quiet black-haired young man.
Something seemed to have happened outside, and there was noise everywhere, but around their father, everything was peaceful and quiet.
Vashak felt happy again. He stretched himself and stroked the cat's fur with his paw.
Well, very good.
Although Agares still could not be found, it was not completely a waste of effort. He seemed to have guessed where Agares might be. Knowing that place made things a little easier. At least he had a target.
Vashak thought that he was indeed Agares, and his thoughts and actions were so unique. He thought for a while, and in the sunlight, a fat white cat appeared, with hair that was not fluffy but exceptionally smooth. Because he slept too much, there were a few hairs on his head, and he looked a little silly, but his eyes were much more mature, and his temperament was relaxed and lazy, and he was unhurried.
He walked out of the dormitory on his soft padded legs, jumped onto the table, and was about to catch up on some sleep leaning against his father, but he was caught off guard by the young man's whisper.
"The Abyss Lord Vassago has a gentle temperament, but once he loses his temper, it will be catastrophic. In history, very few humans have been able to sign a contract with him. Even if they succeed in signing a contract, the Abyss Lord Vassago rarely uses his power, and he may even lose his temper if humans disturb his sleep."
The black-haired young man was just reading the news, but the little kitten beside him froze its paws and its round cat eyes were filled with shock.
Father, what are you looking at?
Could it be that they have already discovered it?!
A suffocating feeling of having his dark history exposed came over him. Vashak thought he would not care about the revelation, but after hearing it, he was at a loss on the spot, meowing in fear, which attracted the attention of his father.
Hughes looked to the left and found that the little doll was gone, and what appeared was the white cat that rarely came out.
His lips were originally pursed downwards, but when he saw Vashak, they slightly raised up and he smiled, "Are you out for a walk, Vashak?"
Vassago's cat body trembled, and he nodded immediately.
Xiu Si put down the book in his hand, his eyes were gentle, and no emotion could be seen. He just said lightly: "I just happened to see the news about the great devil with the same name as you."
There was a buzzing sound in Vashak's head.
Father, that is not a namesake, it is this demon!
But He choked up and did not dare to reveal Himself.
His history… Although he didn’t fight much, he did teach his brothers a lesson. Because they were too noisy. How could he tolerate them disturbing your sleep at the door? Those brothers deserved a lesson!
But no matter what, fighting is fighting, and in the eyes of his father it is definitely disobedience.
Vassago's movements were stiff, and his brain was racing.
However, Hughes thought, "Why do the names of these demons overlap so much with yours?"
Vassago was stuck, completely petrified, and wanted it to be over.
Xius was still analyzing, "Could it be because..."
Vassago was sweating profusely, his cat eyes had never been so shaken before, and he thought, what should he do? How can he explain it?
The black-haired young man looked at Him, as if he had thought of something extremely important, which made this great devil suffocate and dare not move.
All he heard was his father pondering, "Could it be that they used your name?"
Vassago paused. What? There is such an idea?
Xius analyzed, "The demons of the abyss don't have names. Most of them don't even have consciousness, let alone the practice and action of naming. Maybe they learned from you, imitated your ecology, and even took your name."
Vashak couldn't believe that his father actually came up with such a tricky possibility!
Although it is not completely impossible, this is too tricky. He felt relieved and just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized that his father did not want to believe that those big demons were his children, so he subconsciously explained himself and defended the fact that they were good children?
Vashak was shocked again, thinking that his father trusted them too much, and how sad he would be when he found out the truth.
They are so disrespectful!!
Fortunately, Zeus did not notice His unusual pause and turned around to continue watching the news.
A storm was brewing in Vashak's heart, his emotions were complicated and confusing, but what on earth was his father watching on the news?
He opened his eyes and listened to all kinds of rumors in the imperial city.
All topics point to the "Great Empire of Hammurabi" and the Kingdom of Destruction that waged war against it.
Hmm? Destroy the Kingdom of God?
Vassago blinked and continued listening.
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At the same time, a military meeting was taking place in the imperial city of Hammurabi's Empire.
General Hilton is analyzing the battle situation.
Hilton has a head full of white hair, and should have retired long ago. 93 years old is a long time for a human being to live, but he still insists on serving on the front line. Because of his high prestige, he can control the young people below. Once he steps down, it will be difficult for those young generals to lead them.
But I have to say that he is really old, and his judgment and insight are declining.
He was originally planning to retire, but he didn't expect to be involved in such a big thing. He encountered a crisis of national extinction that only happens once in a thousand years. He couldn't advance or retreat, so he could only grit his teeth and hold on to this position, not letting the enemy or his own people find any problems.
Hilton's eyes were heavy, his face was full of wrinkles like dead bark, and the strong body of his youth was gone, becoming as thin as a bamboo. This was not just caused by old age.
Since he took office as general, he has been repeatedly and continuously cursed from all sides. When he was young, he had vigorous blood and strong mental strength, and he could still resist. However, over time he became what he is now.
Invisible curses are more troublesome than actual enemy attacks, because you can guard against the latter, but you cannot guard against the former.
Hilton looked at the words on the report, as if he was watching tadpoles fighting. He was dazzled and couldn't help rubbing his brows. He took a deep breath and slowly stated: "The power of the Abyss Lords is no longer worth it. Most of them have gone to the subspace, and the rest are probably preparing to go there. They probably won't care about the mainland anymore. We can only rely on ourselves. Let's adjust our strategy next."
A deputy general couldn't wait to speak, saying: "General, are we going to continue to refuse the alliance's help? The forces that are destroying the Kingdom of God are no longer just heading for our country. They want to destroy the entire human race. We are weak and the power of a single country cannot compete with the Kingdom of God."
Hilton sighed and said, "His Majesty the Emperor is still opposed to accepting the Alliance's aid. I'm afraid we can't change His Majesty's mind."
The deputy general asked, "Why? Do we still have to worry about spies from other countries at this time?"
Hilton shook his head. "Have you forgotten that there are also sands within the alliance? What if accepting the alliance's assistance will accelerate our demise? Who can guarantee that the people who come to help are not some villains from a free association, or are not planted by the Kingdom of Destruction?"
Everyone looked at each other in surprise when they heard this.
The deputy general choked up, sweat dripping down his forehead, but he still insisted, "But..."
Hilton said helplessly: "So we can only fight for those trustworthy strong men."
What he said is contradictory. For the great empire of Hammurabi, only the countrymen can be trusted; foreigners cannot be trusted.
High-ranking human warriors are not necessarily orderly and kind. Once they start to cause trouble, the consequences will be more troublesome than one or two ordinary spies.
However, Hilton no longer had the energy to sort out the contradictions. He looked tired and said slowly, "I have already contacted the top leaders of the alliance. There is no problem in borrowing high-level combat power. They are willing to provide help for major issues involving human crisis. Our main problem lies in backup, especially backup measures against the curse."
Everyone agreed with this.
Because they all know that the most powerful force that destroyed the monsters in the Kingdom of God was not military force, but the perverted curses that continued day and night.
In a simple battle, they have both the force and the means to fight to the death with the Kingdom of Destruction and its followers, but curses are hard to guard against, especially the [Curse of God].
They can use force to defeat the lower-ranking ones, but curses are the mental crushing of the higher-ranking ones. Since ancient times, humans have had very few means to resist and dispel curses.
Many people were kings of a country, but were cursed to death by God.
In order to deal with curses, humans even created a profession, namely curse exorcist.
The basic numerical requirements for this profession are beyond ordinary people, and the mental strength value must be at least 95 to reach its threshold.
Even if you search the whole world, you will only find a dozen or so curse removers with names.
The Empire has already secured ten of them, but the number is still not enough. Facing the continuous curse attacks from the Kingdom of Destruction, they are exhausted both physically and mentally.
The power of the Goddess of Harmony will protect all living things within the building, but the protection is limited to the body, not the spirit.
Hilton felt that the situation was too difficult, so he rubbed his temples and said, "It would be great if the Abyss Lord Buyer could respond to the call. He has the means to fight the curse, and one of his potions is very effective against the curse."
"yes."
The other generals at the round table all nodded.
As we all know, there are two great potion masters on the continent, one is the Abyss Lord Buyer, and the other is a mysterious master whose whereabouts are unknown.
His level of mystery is comparable to that of Grand Master Matros, and he is also a person who is almost impossible to find.
At this moment, a female voice as clear and sweet as a silver bell rang out.
"Oh, looking for me?"
Before he finished speaking, everyone's faces suddenly changed. They became alert and stared at the silver-haired figure that suddenly appeared.
Hilton didn't dare to move and turned his head stiffly.
Buyer didn't give him time to react. He walked up to the platform recklessly, glanced at everyone and asked, "You are the ones who summoned me?"
Everyone couldn't help but gasp.
Could it be that the Abyss Lord Buyel was angry because of their summons?
Hilton immediately stepped forward and said respectfully: "Yes, great Lord of the Abyss, Buyer, humanity needs your help."
"Stop talking nonsense and talk about the deal directly."
Buyer glanced at Hilton, his chin slightly raised, showing his arrogance and dominance.
"You can give me what you want, but in exchange, you have to do this—"
He suddenly made a request that made everyone's eyes widen.
After hearing this, Hilton looked a little strange and asked, "Are you sure these are the requirements?"
"Why, you can't do it?"
Buyer glared at Hilton, his tone unquestionable.
Hilton trembled all over and nodded, "I will do it!"
Although I don't know what Abyss Lord Buyer is thinking, as long as the supply of magic potions is guaranteed, they will have a better chance of survival against the Kingdom of Destruction! But the price is too expensive, it's just taking advantage of the fire.
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Almost at the same time. In the refining room.
When Eliog suddenly asked him to open the red coffin, Sireos was stunned for a moment, then he instinctively nodded obediently.
"OK."
He was as docile as a little lamb, and didn't even ask Eliog why he did this or who was in the red coffin.
Even the little black bird hiding behind Eliog was startled.
It turns out that there is such a simple and innocent demon in their family.
He is truly the best brother among brothers. What a good brother he is.
The little black bird was a little excited, as if it had forgotten that compared to Seleos, he was the younger brother, and the second to last brother.
Sereos had no doubts, and it was obvious that this was not the first time he had encountered such a situation. His compatriots often suddenly asked him for help, and he was a good child of his father, so how could he not help?
Celeos walked to the red coffin, his eyes downcast, his long bangs covering his light-colored pupils. He was different from his other compatriots, although he also had long hair, he braided it into two braids and put it behind his head with a hair ornament, so he looked neat and clean.
Seeing such a gentle and calm demon, the little black bird couldn't help but think of their father.
It turns out there are still normal demons.
The little black bird hid on Eliog's shoulder and watched Celeos's movements quietly.
Celeos's eyes were solemn, and he placed his hands on the red coffin, with strands of magic falling from the fingertips of his ten fingers.
They fell onto the red coffin like they were falling into the water, like laying out a line to measure the height of the riverbed.
He should be thoroughly analyzing the characteristics of the red coffin, making a diagnosis and evaluation.
A minute passed, and he was still as motionless as a sculpture, with only a few strands of hair hanging from his ears, making him look slightly different.
Beelzebub thought that Sereos was in trouble, but he didn't expect that after just a few seconds, Sereos suddenly turned around, smiled brightly at them, and said, "Okay, give me an hour, and I will rescue him."
“Is it easy?”
Eliorg couldn't help but ask.
Sereos smiled like the sun, his eyes narrowed, and said honestly: "It's easy for me."
It's easy for you, but difficult for us, right?
Eliorg's fist hardened, sincerity is the killer move? How dare you hit your brother.
However, Eliog was only angry for a moment.
Because Sereos got into it quickly, his eyes glowed, his bangs lifted, revealing a bright face. Unlike the silly look just now, his eyes were serious now.
His fingers kept moving, as if he was playing the most difficult piano piece, quickly and with an extremely precise sense of rhythm, and sometimes, it seemed like he was performing surgery.
The speed is orderly and the rhythm is completely under control.
“…”
Eliog and Beelzebub looked at each other and knew that they should leave it to Sereos now. It would be useless for them to stay and it might even affect Sereos.
Eliorg: "Go out and wait."
Beelzebub: “Okay.”
They walked out of the weapon refining room without looking back. Only the little black bird remained curious, observing the surrounding scene with its big eyes.
I didn't pay attention just now, but now I realize that this room is full of god-level props, including swords, guns, shields and everything else!
Each of the brothers and sisters in their family should not be underestimated.
The little black bird clearly has a history as the god of the underworld, but it often shows an inexperienced look because of its family or family affairs.
The other two demons were not surprised by this.
The reason why Sereos likes refining so much is actually because his father praised the things he made.
Sometimes, just a casual compliment from parents can have an unimaginable impact on their children.
Their father always liked to praise them, and praise was also a way of education.
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The sun is shining outside and the air is fresh.
The place where Celeos lives is a large garden. The sky is shaped by magic, and almost everything that can be felt by the eyes and body is shaped by magic.
The sun was shining brightly at this time, with only a few clouds in the sky blocking the sunlight.
Two young men sat opposite each other at a stone table in a lush garden, with a bird perched on the table.
The matter of the Red Coffin was temporarily handed over to Celeos, and they could finally analyze this round of events calmly.
First, the first question. Why did the mastermind use the brave Justin as bait? Secondly, why did Eliorger suffer repeated "misfortunes" when he was attacked? Was it the mastermind who joined forces with the goddess of luck, or was there something else going on?
Third, was the mastermind behind this angry? Did he switch his target from his father to them? He actually dared to attack them. This was truly the first time in history.
There are more and more doubts.
Eliog took a sip of tea, stroking the surface of the cup with his fingers, his posture was elegant and naturally noble.
"It's getting weirder and weirder. You think the mastermind has nothing better to do than release the news about Brave Justin?"
Beelzebub continued, "Now that the Brave Justin has fallen into our hands, his identity is about to be lost."
Eliorg nodded: "Even if it's fishing, this fishing method can't be called exquisite."
A smile appeared on Beelzebub's lips. He did not move, but invisible magic poured the tea leaves into the teapot. He then poured hot water into the teapot and shook the pot. The fragrance of tea overflowed and naturally drifted into the air.
Although they had just experienced an assassination, it did not affect their leisurely mood. They had to chat in style, listen to violin performances, and have tea and snacks.
It is one thing to dislike each other, but their demands for lifestyle are surprisingly consistent.
In response to Eliorg's doubts, Beelzebub said, "Isn't it because He thinks you are weak and a few assassins can kill you?"
The relationship between compatriots that had just been peaceful was almost broken because of Beelzebub's casual remark.
Eliorg's face darkened. "Then he is mentally retarded. I can destroy them even without you. I was underestimated. Do you think a few max-level assassins plus the unfortunate debuff can kill me? Haha, it's hilarious."
Beelzebub shook the cup, watching the tea leaves evenly distributed, and concluded: "The current situation is that the mastermind is still in the dark. He used some things to lure us over to destroy the Kingdom of God, while he himself was hiding and observing the situation."
There is no information about the mastermind in the castle at the scene, so we can only hope that Justin will find more information when he wakes up.
Eliog: "Come to think of it, Federighi and his gang have nothing to do with the mastermind behind this."
Beelzebub: "Most of them are irrelevant, but maybe one or two are in collusion?"
"hehe."
Eliorg likes to scheme, but hates being schemed. To be honest, his patience is limited. If he hadn't considered his father's feelings, his approach would definitely not be so gentle.
"By the way, you can be sure that the misfortunes you have encountered are caused by the power of luck."
Beelzebub took a sip of tea, his manners quite elegant.
"Oh, but it's not like Lady Luck is taking direct action."
Eliorg analyzed: "If He had done it directly, it would have been even more unfortunate."
Beelzebub said casually, "I also think that you should at least be cursed."
Eliog was angry and glared at Beelzebub, "You wish I would be cursed too, don't you?"
"I didn't say that."
The little black bird on the table is overwhelmed. Can these two adult demons who claim to be reliable stop quarreling?
As the only reliable god, the little black bird had to cheer up and said to Beelzebub, "Compared to this, isn't the goddess of luck destroying the kingdom of God? Should we capture her?"
Beelzebub paused while drinking his tea and said, "You're right. At least we should lift the curse first."
The little black bird was also dumbfounded. Hey, hey, brother Lun, it seems that you have forgotten about it. You are such a forgetful demon!
But Eliog held back, raised his head and looked directly into Beelzebub's eyes, "Wait, let's see the situation first, there's no need to rush."
Beelzebub just stretched out his hand to open the void, turned his head and looked at Eliog, with confusion in his eyes.
Eliorg added: "Besides, you don't like destroying the Kingdom of God."
"…It's just an instinctive disgust."
Beelzebub had no impression of destroying the Kingdom of God, and today was His first time going there.
Eliorg: "They are reviving the God of Destruction. Do you have the confidence to fight against the God of Destruction?"
"How could there not be?"
There was a hint of arrogance in Beelzebub's tone.
Eliog knew that Beelzebub could fight, but... the question was not whether he could win.
"Let's not worry about them for now. Our focus is on the brave Justin. The opponent who destroyed the Kingdom of God is human. It is human beings who should solve this problem."
This matter itself is aimed at mankind.
Beelzebub: "I went over and killed Lucky first. His curse was annoying."
The little black bird thought for a moment, looked at Beelzebub, and suddenly said, "Compared to this, have you discovered——"
Before he could finish his words, Eliog glared at him.
Eliogri said coldly: "I suggest you don't go to destroy the Kingdom of God. I know you have the strength, but now the goddess of luck has already stood on the side of destroying the Kingdom of God. Once you go there, you will suffer misfortune. Be careful not to forget to use magic while fighting."
“…”
Beelzebub thought Eliog was a little strange, as if he didn't want him to come into contact with the Kingdom of Destruction. It was true that he had never come into contact with the Kingdom of Destruction before today, but with his strength, could Federico stop him in a real fight? Could the influence of misfortune be so strong that it could affect the original victory or defeat of the strong and the weak?
"you……"
Beelzebub was about to ask the reason.
Just then, a voice was heard outside.
"Um... the coffin is open."
Celeos suddenly appeared, not knowing what they were arguing about, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.
The two demons turned around at the same time and asked in unison: "Where?"
The little black bird also jumped up. Wow, it’s only been half an hour. Is this the strength of our new compatriot?
As expected of our Abyss Family!
In the next few seconds.
They returned to the refining room.
In front of him was an open red coffin and a stone bed that exuded an ominous aura.
Eliorg was a little surprised, his eyes fixed on the stone bed, "This is..."
Celeos walked to the stone bed and said with lowered eyes: "The coffin is open, but you see..."
On the stone bed lay a body wrapped in layers of black cloth. The curse surrounding the body was so thick that it almost turned into a entity. If you get close to it, you will hear an extremely shrill scream in your ears, which will give you goose bumps all over your body.
They had seen a lot, but they had never seen such a strong and intense curse. If it were an ordinary person, they would have died long ago. It was estimated that only the brave Justin could survive.
Justin was wrapped in black cloth and seemed unable to move. It was hard to imagine what had happened to him during the time he was missing.
If he was locked in the red coffin for the thousands of years he was missing, then his willpower must be too strong to survive. What kind of desire to survive would it take to have a chance of survival?
Should I say he is truly a brave man?
Eliog had seen many humans, but when faced with Justin's situation, he was in awe and admired him.
Celeos looked at Eliog and asked, "What should we do?"
Beelzebub approached, stretched out his hand, palm down, and the magic power brewing in his palm glowed red, as if scanning Justin's condition, and analyzed: "Forget about feeding him the potion, he can't even open his mouth."
Some may ask, why not tear the curse apart?
The answer is yes, but the risk is extremely high. Once Justin is torn off, he may die. Among the many perverted curses, there is one curse that requires him to live in pain forever.
Eliorg thought about it and tried to break the curse himself, but it turned out that it was not his area of expertise, so he gave up and said, "Let's show it to Buyer. But do you have any impression of this curse?"
“…”
The two demons and one god were silent.
Curses can be traced back to their origin, usually carrying the power of the curser.
If it is God's curse, it will be even more obvious, because God's curse will carry divinity, and divinity is the only mark of God, and it can be recognized at a glance.
And the curse on Justin...
"He is cursed by the gods. He has the curse of more than one god."
The little black bird landed next to Justin, sniffed it carefully, and said in shock: "There is even my curse in it."
When the little black bird was active, the other two demons didn't notice that Seleos was staring at the little black bird blankly, as if wondering where the bird came from.
"Is the mastermind so good at hiding?"
Beelzebub was a little irritated. His mood reflected on reality. His magic power caused the fire of the abyss, which was about to burn down the refining room.
Celeos said nervously: "Don't be angry, brother Beelzebub, this is my home."
Beelzebub seemed not to hear it, perhaps because he was hungry and his magic power was a little out of control.
Eliog couldn't bear to watch this, so he said to Sereos, "Be tougher. If you don't like Beelzebub, you can just scold and beat him."
Sereos said timidly: "I..."
The little black bird couldn't help but said, "Can you please stop chatting? The brave Justin is going to die!"
The three demons immediately looked at the stone bed.
Only then did they realize that the curse on Justin was about to explode, just like a whale exploding after death!
The little black bird yelled: "Send emergency help!"
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After a while, Buyer had just finished his work for the empire and was about to go home to take credit to his father, but he was kidnapped on the way.
Buyer was puzzled and cursed, "What are you doing?"
Eliogra led Him to the refining room. Buyer took a closer look, his face full of surprise.
"What is this!"
Beelzebub glanced at Him and said, "It's nothing. This is the brave Justin."
Boyer stared with wide eyes, looking left and right, stunned by the diversity and complexity of the curse.
"How many curses has he been hit by? There are more than a hundred god-level curses alone. Even a god would have a hard time with them."
He didn't notice the invisible Sereos standing in the corner.
It only took Buehr a few seconds to get into the state, and as he was talking he stretched out his hand and began to perform magic.
Even for Buyer, curses are extremely tricky things, otherwise He would have just waved His hand and the curse on Beelzebub would have been solved.
He would not have been so serious if the person he was dealing with was not the brave Justin, an important friend of his father.
Half an hour later, Buyer was visibly tired, but he did not stop operating.
He continued to use his magic to control the direction of the curse, guiding, channeling, and melting it.
Unlike Beelzebub's complete god-level curse, the curse on Justin is not directed at him personally, but was pieced together by someone using other curses. Therefore, it is less targeted and easier to remove.
Another hour passed, Eliog and Beelzebub were waiting quietly, a few hours were just a blink of an eye.
The curse on the stone bed became visibly weaker, until it became almost invisible, like a cloud of smoke that seemed to be unable to dissipate.
Buyer took out a bottle of something from the void and poured it on the people, and then smoke and electricity came out.
Then, He hooked His fingers, and the magic power automatically worked, tearing the black cloth wrapped around Justin into pieces.
It was only then that Justin's true condition was exposed.
He is as old as the elderly Roger, but because he is a healer, he is smaller than Roger.
His face was pale and he was almost lifeless.
Buyer walked over and without saying a word poured the resurrection potion into Justin's mouth.
Eliog and Beelzebub looked at each other again.
As long as the brave Justin is resurrected, they should be able to know the truth.
After Buyer injected several resurrection potions into Justin's body, he finally showed some movement.
His fingers moved slightly.
“It’s moving!”
The little black bird cheered from behind.
Celeos was surprised.
However, Justin only moved for a moment, and soon became motionless, with his breath becoming weaker and weaker, as if he would die in the next second.
When he was entangled in the curse, he seemed to hold his breath. No matter what, he could not die so cowardly. He survived until now in tenacious resistance.
Now that the curse was gone and there was no one to fight against, Justin seemed finally relieved that he could die. His consciousness was loose, so his vitality was drained away crazily.
But how could Buyer allow his father's brave friend to die in front of him?
Buyer snorted coldly and said without hesitation: "Justin, your brother Xiu has returned from the abyss."
The air suddenly became quiet.
Selios' pupils trembled.
The next second, Justin on the stone bed suddenly opened his eyes.
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