Chapter 89
"Lord of the Abyss?"
The good goose girl's request made the old father pause.
As Xiu Si was thinking, he glanced at the constantly updating world news and suddenly fell silent. He said, "It seems that it is indeed necessary."
But what to do.
The other party is the seven great magic families, with countless high-level masters. I am only level 43 at the moment. What if they find out...
While Zeus was deep in thought, the forest cat raised its head and meowed.
Hughes lowered his head and met the forest cat's gaze.
The forest cat's eyes seemed to reflect a forest full of spiritual energy. It seemed that it had been prepared for a long time. It raised its paw and said, "Father, meow, just listen to me, meow!"
Seeing that his child seemed very confident, Xius couldn't help but smile.
He remembered that when Wallifer was little he was a very opinionated child, very naughty, very playful, and worked very hard to level up.
Xius touched the forest cat's head and asked curiously, "What level are you now?"
Ragdoll Cat's eyes widened when he heard this, thinking that he seemed to have not yet exchanged the secret codes of levels with Sixth Sister.
The forest cat then said a number that shocked Hughes.
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The next morning, at the Alliance Service Hall.
"Sir Normandy, are you sure you want to fall out with the seven great magic families?"
The tall and thin man with blond hair and white skin had solemn eyes and was dressed in gorgeous clothes. He stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Behind him stood several top-ranked human masters, all of whom had unfriendly expressions and murderous eyes.
The meeting hall was bustling with people, and this conflict made everyone stop.
The dispute at yesterday's meeting spread throughout the alliance. If it weren't for some people suppressing it, almost everyone in the world would know about it.
Each of the seven great magic families is a behemoth that can roam across the continent, and even the great empires have to be wary of them. Normandyer offended seven of them at once, and the strength of the enemies he faced was self-evident.
Someone calculated the odds of winning and losing, and believed it would be Normandyer Three and Seven of the Seven Great Magic Families. The reason was that although the former was strong, he was still young after all, while the latter was a large family with a profound foundation and possessed countless terrifying methods.
You know, victory or defeat is often not determined simply by strength.
Among the seven great magic families, there is a family that is particularly good at cursing. If they are desperate, they may collude with the gods to deal with Normandyr.
Under these circumstances, it would be difficult for Normandy to deal with these cunning guys unless he went on a killing spree and disregarded the title of hero.
The man who is speaking now is called Feciler. The family behind him ranks second among the seven great magic families. He is personally powerful and his family rules a great empire. He is an existence that can call the wind and rain and cover the sky with one hand.
As the spokesperson of the seven major magic families, Feciler came forward and questioned Normantier in public, which largely indicated one thing.
——Even if you, Normandy, wake up one night, change your mind, and stop seeking justice for the brave, they will not easily turn the page.
There are always strong people who rank at the top of the human race, who are born and die every year, but their seven major magic families have existed for thousands of years.
Do you know what this means?
It means that just Normandy is a mere figure. They have plenty of ways to deal with him!
Fechler stared at Normandy with a seemingly businesslike attitude, but he couldn't suppress the jealousy towards Normandy in his eyes.
He has been jealous of Normandy for decades. We are of the same generation, so why is it that he, Normandy, and not me is ranked in the top two among humans?
How could Normandyel become the contractor of the demon god Baal and the student of Agares? In the original comparison, the advantage was clearly on his side, but Normandyel got there first and his strength soared to the sky?
How could a mere civilian boy of unknown origin be so powerful?
Public and personal grudges made Fechler's face hideous, even if he himself was completely unaware of it.
The atmosphere at the scene was tense, and countless people stared at the two of them.
However, facing his provocation, Normandyer had a blank expression on his face and was completely indifferent. He said indifferently: "You colluded with the alien gods thousands of years ago. There is no guarantee that the current activities of the alien gods have nothing to do with you. I think getting rid of you is the first step to solving the problem."
Before he finished speaking, the expressions of the people present suddenly changed.
Normandyer actually suspected that the current activities of the otherworldly gods were related to the seven major magic families.
Upon hearing this, Fesile was furious. He rushed forward and almost drew his sword on the spot, saying angrily, "You want to trouble us just because of a guess? Do you know how many important contributions we have made to mankind?"
Norman Till did not shy away from it. He stepped forward, stared into Fechler's eyes and said, "It's not speculation. Although there is no definite evidence now, I think there will be evidence soon. If you think it's a false accusation, there's no need to worry. The innocent will be innocent, isn't it?"
"False accusation!"
Fesile was so angry that his face turned red. "You are a person whose strength depends entirely on the Lord of the Abyss, yet you have the nerve to say that we are colluding with the gods of another world. What is the difference between the Lord of the Abyss and the gods of another world? In my opinion, you are the one who is most likely to betray humanity!"
Normandy found it funny, as if he was looking at an idiot, and said coldly: "Why did the Abyss Era pass, and why did the Human Era come? You don't even know this, do you? If the Abyss Lord wants to regain control of the continent, it's just a matter of a few thoughts. Why does he need to collude with me? What other conspiracy does he need to come up with?"
As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, unrestrainedly releasing the pressure of a high-level strong man.
In everyone's impression, Normandy has always been gentle, neutral and humble. Although he is the highest level of human combat power, he has never been so confrontational. The aura he suddenly burst out was too powerful. Although he did not have any murderous intent, his eyes were full of murderous intent that made people feel cold all over.
They also didn't expect that Normandyer would reveal such a cold-blooded and ruthless side in order to stand up for the hero.
Fesile was obviously frightened, but he refused to admit defeat and said, "You split the alliance, you want a civil war among humans, and you will become an eternal sinner who has brought disaster to humanity!"
Norman Thiel seemed to no longer want to waste time talking to them and just left the words behind.
"Before the next meeting, you must sort out your crimes and explain the history of your ancestors so that all of humanity can judge and settle accounts. If you fail to do so, I will kill all of you."
Everyone's pupils shocked and they suddenly got goose bumps.
What did Norman Till just say?
Want to kill all the people from the seven magic families?
“You, you…
Facing the murderous Normandy, Fechler broke out in a cold sweat, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot, showing how terrified he was.
Norman Till suddenly took a step closer, put one hand on Fechler's shoulder, brushed past him, and glanced at him sideways.
In just a moment, blood light bloomed in the depths of his pupils, as if reflecting the forest of corpses and sea of blood.
The terrifying pressure was enough to make Fechler collapse on the spot.
The few backers behind Fesile did not dare to act rashly, because seven elves appeared around Normantil.
If they dared to do anything, they might be killed by the elves before Normantil could take action.
Elves are not human. They do not follow human rules and have even been displeased with them for a long time. If Normantil nodded, they would really go on a killing spree.
Fechler's heart was pounding, his eyes widened, and his body tensed.
For a full minute, they dared not say a word before Normandy left the hall, and only after he left did they dare to breathe deeply.
Everyone's mind went blank and they didn't react for a long time.
Normandyer forcefully intimidated the representatives of the seven magic families, claiming that if the seven magic families did not obey, they would be killed. This time the conflict would definitely not be resolved.
Watching Norman Till's figure disappear, Fechler couldn't help but sweat on his forehead, bringing a chill to his heart, and his whole body was trembling with fear.
At this point, Fesile knew one thing very clearly: Normandy, this madman, really wanted to go against the seven major magic families!
In full view of the crowd, Fechler, who was at a disadvantage and lost face, left the scene angrily, leaving a group of people looking at each other in bewilderment, and another group of people extremely excited.
A young man said on the spot: "Support Sir Normandy! The ancestors of the seven great magic families betrayed their faith and relied on improper means to accumulate family capital. Over the past thousands of years, no one knows how many sinister means they used and how many people they killed. They should be thoroughly investigated and judged!"
Upon hearing this, some family members present turned pale and trembled.
However, even some elderly people are agreeing.
"Mr. Normandyer is right. We must first stabilize the country before we can fight against foreign enemies. The seven great magic families can even betray the heroes who save the world. They are extremely sinister. We must deal with them first, otherwise how can we fight the alien gods?"
"You're right, they can't just kill the brave, there must be many other people killed by them, but they covered it up!"
"In the past few thousand years, they have committed countless crimes that are too numerous to list!"
Some people were outraged, while others frowned.
Supporters of the seven great magic families could not help but speak out, "But it is also true that they protect humanity. The seven great magic families are humanity's shield, and we cannot do without them to deal with the alien gods!"
The young swordsman on the opposite side angrily said, "Bullshit, who knows if they are secretly colluding with the gods from other worlds to create dangers and then protect humans."
The supporters got even more anxious after hearing this, and said with a red face, "Nonsense, more than 80% of the Alliance's magic stones are provided by the seven major magic families. Without their funding, the Alliance would not be able to support itself with only national donations. The seven major magic families have worked hard for the Alliance. What is your intention in accusing the seven major magic families without any basis? Aren't you thinking there aren't enough troubles!"
The young swordsman got even more excited and said, "Then why don't you ask them why they have so many magic stones and magic mines? A group of monopolists talking to us about contribution? What a joke!"
The fans were so anxious that they jumped up and down: "Don't be too extreme, this world is not so black and white. In short, even if we want to settle accounts with them, we should do it after we have overcome the crisis of the alien gods!"
"Fuck you!"
The young swordsman drew out his long sword with a click. "Those three alien gods outside might be the ones who caused it. After they got through the crisis, all the troublemakers are dead. Who else would bother them?"
In less than three minutes, more and more people came to argue, and the supporters and opponents of the seven major magic families were on the verge of a fight.
In the upper hall, the elders with more seniority and others were silent.
In the study, the deputy speaker had a heavy expression on his face and waited for several minutes before walking to the speaker's side.
"Speaker, regarding Norman Till..."
"I know what you want to say."
The Deputy Speaker was stunned for a moment and slowly raised his head.
At this time, the Speaker was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His white hair was mixed with sunlight, and his wrinkled face vaguely showed his handsomeness in his youth.
The Speaker is over 300 years old this year, which is definitely considered very old for a human being. Few people can live to be over 300 years old, and few people are willing to live to be over 300 years old, because it is difficult for the human soul to resist the erosion of time.
The Deputy Speaker did not speak to break the silence, but waited for the Speaker to speak.
The Speaker's eyes were fixed on something unknown, with a complicated expression, revealing memories, and he slowly said: "When I was young, I was saved by the Brave Roger many times."
The deputy speaker's eyes changed slightly. Did the speaker say that to support Norman Till?
The Speaker said earnestly: "I also hope that the truth about the hero can be revealed, but the power to cover up the truth is too strong."
The deputy speaker was silent, and suddenly said: "Isn't now the right time?"
The Speaker shook his head. "Normantier is right, but the problem with this matter is that there is no evidence. The disappearance of five of the seven heroes is related to them, but each disappearance happened at least a thousand years ago. Normantier is sure that he has no solid evidence, and the other party must have destroyed it."
Deputy Speaker: "While this is true, Norman Till may have some means of tracing back?"
The Speaker's eyes changed slightly, "I hope so."
Tonight is the second meeting. He thinks everything will be fine as long as both sides don't start a bloody war in the parliament.
Speaking of this, the Deputy Speaker has something to ask, but I’m not sure whether I should ask him or not.
The Speaker noticed his look from the corner of his eye and said casually, "Go ahead and ask if there's anything you want to know."
The Vice Speaker raised his eyes and asked, "Has the Speaker known about the problems of the seven great magic families?"
The Speaker was silent, his eyes were complicated, and he said, "Know something. When you live to my age, you will know some things even if you don't want to know. In short, sometimes the person who puts out the fire is the one who sets the fire, and I am too incompetent. I have neither the ability to investigate nor the ability to solve it."
The implication was obvious, or almost obvious.
The Vice Chairman looked solemn, and couldn't help but sigh: "The Alliance is clearly an organization established to protect humanity, and most of the people are indeed righteous people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for their ideals. But why do those people exist?"
This is a very naive question, but when it comes from the mouth of a 37-year-old man, it has a different feeling.
The Speaker slowly raised his eyes and looked further into the horizon. "I want to know why, too."
Why there is evil in good.
Why there is good in evil.
Why sometimes good is built on evil, and sometimes evil is built on good.
It cannot be simply and clearly distinguished so that everyone can judge at a glance.
The Speaker said meaningfully: "If you establish an organization with a large number of people, there will always be bad people among the masses."
The Vice Chairman said subconsciously: "That's why we need a correction mechanism like the trial meeting, right?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, he paused, because wasn't he part of the trial meeting mechanism?
So as part of the error correction mechanism, does he dare to correct the mistakes?
The answer is no.
Because he has a family to support, if he were to go up against such a behemoth as the Seven Great Magic Families, he and his family would be killed without a burial place.
Which is more important, justice or family?
The Speaker seemed to see his concerns and did not ask him too many questions.
No matter what, the Speaker selfishly hopes that Normandy will defeat the seven great magic families.
Because some things cannot be rebuilt without destruction, and some things should be swept into the dustbin of history.
But the concern is that there may be some force behind this.
The Speaker frowned. He vaguely felt that it would be a very evil force.
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At the same time, the Alliance Observation Bureau.
Simon stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the large ball of light in the center of the hall.
Specifically, it is a spherical surface with a radius of about twenty meters, which simulates the situation above the continent in real time.
The spherical area near the continent is a sea of clouds, and above the sea of clouds are circles of whirlpools.
These whirlpools are like pupils, expanding or shrinking, some slowly, some quickly, spinning madly and affecting their surroundings.
In fact, most of them are pupils, some from God and some from abnormal creatures in the subspace.
Among all the whirlpools, the most eye-catching ones are the three black whirlpools covering the surface of the sphere.
There is no doubt that they belong to the three great alien gods.
The reason why they appear black is that the density of their magic power is so huge that no observation equipment can capture their shape clearly.
The largest of the alien gods is none other than the Chaos God No. 001. Although his divine body is out of reach, some of his power can travel across great distances and have a profound impact on nearby continents.
Distance is no obstacle to the God of Chaos. He can make the concept of distance chaotic, and thus easily move without regard for the boundaries of space.
To the God of Chaos, the continent is just a place He can go to at any time. To exaggerate, He can easily swallow the planet where the entire continent is located with just one mouth. What's more, He also possesses the power of chaos that is difficult to deal with, and the danger is hard to estimate.
Some people once traveled to the distant regions of the Warp and brought back some legends about the God of Chaos.
For example, wherever his divine body went, everything turned into chaos, no matter if it was once ordinary land or the sacred kingdom of God.
So far, He has only passed by the mainland and has never descended in the true sense.
Once it arrives, the fate of their continent will probably be just as the rumors say; being assimilated into chaos, losing everything, even life and death will be taken away.
In the central observation area of the Observation Bureau, Simon slowly walked into the office area where the observers were, his eyes solemn, and asked: "What is the situation of the alien gods?"
An observer answered subconsciously: "They are becoming more and more active, especially the God of Chaos. He has never been so active. It's almost as if..."
The observer stopped talking halfway.
Simon knew what he wanted to say, "Are you trying to say that He seems to be conscious?"
The observer was startled and immediately turned around, and the other observers nearby also turned around.
Everyone looked nervous.
There are ways to deal with an unconscious Chaos God, but what about a conscious Chaos God...
They didn't dare to say what they were thinking, but their eyes spoke it all.
That is not an enemy that humans can deal with.
Even if all the power that humans possess is added together and multiplied several times, it is still not enough to deal with the existence of that person.
An old observer said frankly, "If He descends upon the continent intact, mankind will surely perish."
Simon was silent, and made a sly comment, "If there is no internal strife, facing the God of Chaos is a dead end, so it's better to have internal strife first."
As he spoke, he revealed a calm murderous intent.
The observers present changed their expressions.
Sword Saint Simon has a clear distinction between love and hate, and will always seek revenge. It is normal for him to stand on Normantier's side.
It’s just… they lowered their heads in silence, and almost all of them thought of one thing.
It would take time to liquidate the seven great magic families. What if a god from another world suddenly descended upon us before that?
You know, their movements are always unpredictable. Often you think they won't come near, but they suddenly appear the next second.
From the perspective of the Observation Bureau, they would rather Normandyer focus on the matter of the alien gods first, although the suspected collusion between the seven major magic families and the alien gods is something they have to take care of.
A few minutes later, Simon took a look at the situation and turned around to say, "You guys continue to observe. We'll tell you if there's any new information."
Several observers present nodded.
"yes."
"Also, don't slack off on mainland observations."
Simon stopped halfway and turned to the observer.
"……What's the meaning?"
One observer couldn't help asking.
Simon didn't answer, but those who understood understood.
The old observer said, "I know."
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Around 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
The seven great magic families gathered together.
In a magnificent hall, countless noble magicians in gorgeous costumes arrived at the scene.
They were all aggressive and looked ugly, as if they were mad at someone and came here cursing all the way.
"Do you know what this madman Norman Till is going to do? What good will it bring us to go against him?"
Fechler slammed the table angrily, his face red with anger.
"Seeking justice for a group of people who are all in the grave? There is something wrong with him."
Another great nobleman also cursed: "If I had known that he was so uncontrollable, I should have killed him before he was fully grown."
"I agree. People other than us shouldn't have been allowed to grow to where we are today."
"Who could have predicted that? The turning point of his ascension was Agares. Could you have predicted Agares's movements?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the scene froze.
Because the answer is no. Humans cannot obtain any information about Agares.
Agares's terror level is second only to that of the demon god Baal, and the so-called "relatively mild" is only relative. The more powerful the non-human creature, the more unfathomable its terror level.
You are absolutely crazy if you think He can be easily reached.
After venting, Feciler rubbed his brows and said, "Forget it, let's get to the point. What do you think should be done?"
One person stood up on the spot and said, "Find a way to kill him."
"But he is too strong, at least at the level of a God King, and there is a certain possibility that he can reach the ultimate level."
Fechler: “Can’t we?”
Some people present hesitated, "The main reason is that there is no reason to kill him."
Fesile: "Why not? He said today that he wanted to kill us all, so what's the problem with us taking the initiative? Hey, what's the point of talking about morality at this point? Who would dare to target us after he dies?"
His words were agreed by many people.
But some people also reminded: "Have you noticed the statements of those great empires?"
Fesile: "I laughed. What's the point of them expressing their opinions? Can they send people to deal with us?"
They are the forces that all the major empires are trying their best to win over. Some kings stand on Normantier's side. Sure, then evacuate all family members. It is none of their business if the national strength is severely damaged.
Fechler walked into the middle of the crowd, pacing with his head held high as if giving a speech. "Without us, how can they maintain their national strength? A bunch of idiots who can't tell the difference between the primary and the secondary. If we leave, they will still be a shitty empire!"
"Don't get too excited, let's get back to the point. It looks like he's determined to fight us to the end."
"What are you worried about? Haven't we dealt with people like him often? It's nothing more than the same two tricks."
"He even gave us time to think about it. Haha, how arrogant he is."
Looking at the endless quarrel in the hall below, the seven elderly people who came to petition looked at each other and exchanged their opinions.
"Invite Norman Till to be a guest of our family. I will talk to him nicely."
An old man smiled softly, his thin eyebrows slightly raised, "Only when mankind peacefully unites all forces can it cope with various external challenges. He will understand this."
The other old men nodded and smiled mysteriously.
"Lord Lund is right. Normandyer is ignorant and should be educated to know how we humans survived."
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Three o'clock in the afternoon.
Someone from one of the seven great magic families sent an invitation.
At the same time as sending out the invitation, the seven major magic families released news that they were willing to communicate with Normantier in a friendly manner.
After Simon received the invitation, he said to Norman Till with absolute certainty: "It's a trap."
Norman Till knew this, of course, so he simply said he would not go.
The person who sent the invitation had an unhappy look on his face, but he had no choice but to return it.
The room fell silent.
Simon continued to tell Norman Till about the Observatory's observation data.
Normandy listened quietly, but made no move.
Simon didn't ask him what he thought about it.
To be honest, Simon was surprised that Normandy reacted so strongly to the hero's affairs. Judging from previous rumors and contacts in recent days, Normandy should be a gentle and humble person, and aloof from the world, and would not take the initiative to participate in the struggle of human forces.
But I never expected that Norman Till would be the first person to speak up for the brave, and would even take out a loan to bear the infamy of a historical criminal.
Simon waited for a while and couldn't help asking, "Sir Normandy, can I ask why you speak up for the brave man?"
Norman Till looked at Simon with a deep gaze and replied, "Because they are all very good people."
Simon's eyes widened, as if he hadn't expected this answer.
He thought it was for justice.
But why does Normantier sound as if he knows the hero?
Norman Till seemed to see his confusion and continued, "No, I don't know any of them."
Simon couldn't help but ask: "So when you say they are good, do you mean they are good because history has shaped them into being good?"
"no."
Norman Till shook his head and thought about how to explain this matter. After a few minutes, he said, "I have read some biographies and know what kind of people they are. I was moved by their deeds. Even my current principles, attitudes and style are related to them."
"I see."
Simon nodded. It was a perfectly legitimate reason to seek justice for the hero in his mind.
But Norman Till didn't actually make it clear.
For example, some of the biographical books he mentioned actually came from Agares's palace of knowledge.
Secondly, those biographical books are not biographies of seven heroes, but biographies centered around one hero.
Yes, the brave Xiusi.
The hero that Agares cares about the most.
He is also a brave man who is curious, tries to understand, reads repeatedly, and then is touched in his heart, tries to understand, and even takes it as an object of study.
In a sense, the other person occupies a very special place in his heart. He is his ideal and yearning. Even if he has never met the other person, he still remembers him/her very clearly.
He had always wanted to meet that person with a calm heart and gentle personality, but he never had the chance.
The disappearance of the brave warrior Zeus probably had nothing to do with the seven great magic families, but the subsequent disappearances of brave warriors must have been related to them.
Norman Thiel said calmly: “I will take care of this matter, please don’t worry too much, Senior Simon.”
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On the other hand, the invitation letter was rejected, and the old man became furious and kept cursing.
"Normantier! You think you can ignore us just because you are so strong? I will make you pay the price!"
He turned back angrily and scolded the other old men. However, at this time, he noticed that one of the seven old men was silent and had a lot on his mind.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Lund narrowed his eyes.
The silent white-haired old man raised his head and spoke slowly: "Have you forgotten?"
Lund frowned: "Forgot what?"
The white-haired old man said, "The matter of finding a brave man was proposed by the Lord of the Abyss."
Before he finished speaking, the elders paused and their faces turned ugly.
The white-haired old man continued, "The Lord of the Abyss appears and disappears, and asks the Alliance to find the missing hero. If He knew that the hero's disappearance was related to us..."
They all held their breath at the same time.
Lund couldn't help but say, "No, that can't be. The Lord of the Abyss doesn't have such a close relationship with the heroes that he would avenge them, right? He is an abyss being."
The white-haired old man questioned: "But if the relationship is not good, will you show up at the alliance and ask the alliance to find a hero?"
At this time, a tall old man stood up and said, "Why are you panicking? First of all, do they have any evidence? The evidence that Norman Till has found is just some memoirs and broken physical evidence. It's even a question of whether the logical chain can be sorted out. How can we prove that our ancestors were involved in those things? We insist that Norman Till is making trouble out of nothing and looking for trouble with us."
The tall old man spoke with confidence, as if he had thought of everything long ago, and he even thought that the white-haired old man was too slow in thinking.
He continued, "Hasn't the Lord of the Abyss just awakened? He certainly can't know the details, otherwise he wouldn't have asked the Alliance to investigate. And we can't throw dirty water on Normandyer and tell the Lord of the Abyss that he used him to deal with us, but in fact he knew nothing."
After saying that, he hooked his finger to the right, and someone immediately came over with a tray of red wine in his hand.
The elders seemed to agree with him.
Lund paused and thought it was true.
Besides, it is still a question whether the Lord of the Abyss will appear again.
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The meeting was held on time that evening.
From the very beginning, the seven major magic families and others aggressively demanded that Norman Till provide solid evidence, and their fierce condemnation was deafening.
Norman Till seemed to be the one on the judgement stand instead.
However, even so, he straightened his back and glanced at the person shouting opposite him indifferently.
The Speaker knocked on the table several times, but the noise on the other side did not stop.
And then, the door of the conference hall suddenly opened, and high-level beings with terrifying aura walked into the scene and sat opposite Normandy.
They were ranked 8th, 12th, and 19th in human ranking. There was no doubt that they were here to deal with Normandyll.
Lund stood in front of the three people, his lips curled up, and said proudly: "Sir Normandyer, you are a hero who once saved mankind. We admire your strength and achievements very much. However, today you are wrong. You are wrong to frame us for being in league with the evil alien gods without any evidence."
After saying this, the three people behind him put pressure on Normandy at the same time, trying to force Normandy to kneel down on the spot.
The Speaker's pupils trembled when he saw this.
Normantier frowned, murderous intent flashed through his mind, and he was about to take a step forward.
At this moment, the space around Normandy suddenly distorted.
A man in black robe walked out of the void and slowly landed on the ground.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Who dared to break into the trial meeting?
Normandy paused and slowly turned his head.
The guards reacted immediately, but the next second, their bodies stiffened and their knees went weak.
Someone shouted in horror: "It's the Lord of the Abyss!"
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