Chapter 95
The three cubs became stronger, but also fatter.
Zeus held the big white cat in his arms, supporting the cat's body with one hand. He felt a little helpless, but he could only wait until the three cubs woke up.
At this time, the big orange cat next to him opened his eyes wide, lowered his head and compared his body shape. The third brother was a circle fatter than him!
Outside the room, the dwarf cat was packing things. It had a small body, but was virtuous and hardworking. Anyone who saw it would feel pity for it.
About half an hour later, Hughes said goodbye to Francis and then to the Duke of Rock.
Duke Rock was still sitting in a wheelchair, but he looked much better, and his face had turned from pale to rosy.
He smiled at Xius and said, "Mr. Xius, you are welcome to come to Roman Kingdom at any time."
Xius nodded and said yes. He had a good impression of the Roman Kingdom and would like to come here when he travels around for poetry meetings.
Duke Rock smiled and kept welcoming.
After saying goodbye, they walked to the center of the courtyard.
The space magician activated the magic, and the space channel gradually appeared.
Hughes said goodbye for the last time and turned to walk in.
Duke Rock watched Hughes leave, his eyes lowered, and he also glanced at the two cats following behind Hughes.
One is big and the other is small, the contrast in their sizes is too striking, both are furry and look very cute.
But Duke Rock knew that they were by no means creatures with anything to do with "cuteness". They only behaved like that in front of Mr. Ixus. Their true forms were probably terrifying beings beyond imagination, with levels above him and strengths immeasurable. However, they protected Mr. Ixus like children.
Watching the space channel being closed and the space transfer being successfully started and completed, Duke Rock felt a little emotional or confused.
"Who exactly is Mr. Isius?"
The highest status he could think of was a student of "Grand Master Matros", but it was obvious that this status was completely insufficient.
Mr. Isius is a more mysterious and unfathomable figure. Even... not necessarily human.
Thinking of this, Duke Rock's face changed, and he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart. He was more certain that Mr. Isius should be on the side of humanity and would not be an enemy of humanity. Although at the same time, he also had an inexplicable and creepy fear of Mr. Isius, as if the other party was very likely to destroy humanity, or even the world.
Therefore, you must behave well in front of him, do your best to satisfy him, and make him like this world.
——We must never let him be dissatisfied.
“…”
Duke Rock's eyes were complicated, and he didn't know why he had such an absurd and contradictory feeling. He felt that the other party was pro-human, but also felt that the other party would destroy humanity.
He fell silent, his face pale and worried, which made Francis beside him a little worried.
Francis couldn't help but lean over and ask, "Rock, what's wrong?"
Duke Rock paused and shook his head, "It's okay, I just have some doubts."
Francis was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Rock and said, "Is it about Mr. Isius's doubts?"
Duke Rock nodded and said, "Yes, he is too mysterious, but we can't ask directly." He always felt that he didn't have the qualifications, or that something terrible would happen if he asked, so he had to remain silent.
Anyone who finds anything unusual should remain silent and treat it normally.
Never disrupt that peace.
Duke Rock is knowledgeable and has been on many expeditions in the Warp. He has seen countless strange things, but this is the first time he has seen something so mysterious.
Francis pondered, “I feel the same way, but I believe in Mr. Isius.”
"Why?"
Rock looked curious.
Francis looked sincere and said frankly: "Because Mr. Isius is a rare good man."
This sentence is a bit empty, as if it is meaningless, and it means that it doesn't matter to anyone.
But it subtly put Duke Rock at ease.
After a few minutes, Duke Rock thought: "I think so too."
Francis laughed heartlessly, but suddenly his face turned serious and he got to the point: "The defense mechanism against the activities of the alien gods has almost started to operate."
The alien gods have been active these days, and they can't just sit there and wait for death. All human countries are thinking about countermeasures, and their Roman Kingdom is no exception. Although the majority of people, from the king to the citizens, are dishonest, there must always be someone in a country who stands up to protect the safety of the people and safeguard national peace.
Duke Rock nodded. "We are always passive. Even though this era has been called the Human Era, we humans are still far from being the active party with the upper hand."
As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked towards the dark sky, vowing: "We must keep working hard and keep developing. Although we have been deprived of the possibility of moving upward and have been infinitely suppressed downward, it is precisely because of this that we cannot give up."
At this point, Duke Rock's eyes became extremely resolute, "I want to know the truth about us humans, to know who has restricted us and why, and then break the restrictions, restore us to what we are, and find our true state."
Francis' pupils trembled, but he said nothing, just looked at Duke Rock quietly.
Rock's persistence is his persistence, and he is willing to risk his life to help Rock realize his dream.
While they were talking, no one noticed that the gardener who was trimming flowers and plants in the courtyard suddenly stopped trimming the flowers with his scissors and looked at them with a dark look, as if he was thinking about something.
“…”
After a long time, he lowered his gaze, his eyes were as dark as black holes, as if they had absorbed all the light, eerie and terrifying, making people shudder.
Someone noticed that the gardener was standing still and was about to shout something, but before he opened his mouth, something strange happened to him.
The gardener had a dark face and a strange breath, and he kept whispering a few words. At the same time, the sky was getting darker and darker.
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On the other side, the Oedipal Empire.
Hughes found that although the bookstore had not been open for a long time, there was no dust or anything. The air was fresh and felt good, even cleaner than before he left.
He placed Vashak in the cat bed and made him a semi-circular pillow specially for cats, hoping to make the child sleep as comfortably as possible.
In the past, it would take him several minutes to conceive, build, and adjust a small object, but now it only takes one minute. Simple materials can be made with just a thought.
This shows that his creation skills are becoming more and more proficient, and his understanding of the profession is becoming more and more profound.
Xiusi's mind moved, and he maintained a squatting posture, turned his palms upwards, and changed various shapes of things in his palms.
As long as it is something he can comprehend, he can realize it at any time with his own creativity. Of course, all this is based on the premise that he has sufficient magic power.
After practicing over and over again, Xiusi seemed to have some understanding.
He felt that being strong meant freedom, and the stronger a person became, the freer he would be. He could overcome obstacles and easily accomplish things that he could not accomplish before.
The pursuit of power is, in a sense, also the pursuit of freedom, to break away from the body, from the mind, and from everything that would bind oneself.
His thoughts on "power" unconsciously developed a strong heart, or in other words, a strong spirit. This was something he had not had before. This change in thinking was not only the result of his increased strength, but also promoted his progress.
Although Zeus only felt that he was becoming more and more calm and composed, and had a stronger grasp on the things around him, it was no longer like the Age of Gods when he could only passively accept and was powerless to change.
He thought that this must be thanks to his children. Their power helped him subtly.
So, children are his treasures.
Zeus was in a good mood. He lowered his eyes and smiled, his gaze falling on the big white cat.
The big white cat slept more and more soundly, and it seemed that the awakening of its power was going smoothly. It would even scratch people in its dreams unconsciously, and now it was scratching his sleeve with its claws.
Spring is here and the temperature is rising. Hughes is only wearing a shirt on his upper body. The shirt is not made of cotton and is quite thin. If a cold wind blows, he will feel a little cold.
The level increase was not reflected in his physical strength, which was estimated to be only at the level of an ordinary level 20 warrior.
If only he could load some combat experience like Wang Chang'er, so that if anything happened, he could also fight to protect the children. Although the children didn't seem to need his protection.
Thinking of this, Xius paused and slowly stood up.
Then, a meow was heard behind him.
He turned around instinctively and followed the sound to find a small shorthair cat wearing a small apron with golden and pink lace.
The old father's pupils shrank at the sudden cute attack, and he almost fell down with his head raised! Xius took a deep breath, and then asked, "Celie...what's wrong?"
The little dwarf cat raised his head, stopped the broom in his hand, looked into Hughes' eyes and said, "Father, meow, take a rest, meow."
He seemed to be worried that Zeus was tired from moving around, and his light green eyes showed worry and nervousness.
Zeus couldn't help but laugh, and walked slowly to the front of the dwarf cat, squatted down, picked it up, and gently squeezed its paw and said, "Why are you tired? It's only three o'clock now, it's still early."
The shorthair cat blinked, then said, "Okay meow."
Whatever my father says goes, meow!
After a while, the virtuous figure of the dwarf cat walked to every bookshelf, and then caused screams from the crowd outside.
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On the other side, the Continental Human Alliance.
In a room, the old speaker flipped through ten books in a row, his face solemn, his arms on the table, his hands crossed, and said: "I have long felt that the seven major magic families are full of evil, but I didn't expect that they not only harmed the heroes, but also countless other families, and countless human strongmen."
In order to pursue greater power and wisdom, human warriors often step into the mysterious subspace for training. However, no matter how lofty their goals are, they must ensure that they can return to the real world safely. Therefore, they always look for strategic stations in the subspace as a guarantee for their return.
However, the truth is often not simple. More than 30% of the stations in the subspace are supported and operated by the seven major magic families. These stations should have been the lifeline of the human strongmen, but they led to their disappearance or even death.
The magic families used these stations to quietly make those powerful humans who did not obey them and refused to surrender disappear without a trace. Their hostility towards these heroes came from their strength that was strong enough to rival the country, and their pride that never took the magic families seriously.
All of these were confessions, and investigation alone would not reveal them. They had eliminated all the evidence. If it were not for the pressure from the Lord of the Abyss and the terrifying threats from the Lord of the Abyss, Butis, they would never have confessed so easily.
The Alliance Trial Team mobilized so many people to sort it out for two days and two nights, but they still haven't finished it.
The existence of the seven great magic families is nothing short of a cancer to humanity. They are greedy, vicious, jealous, and unscrupulous. They have harmed countless powerful humans and seriously hindered the development and strengthening of humanity.
The crimes are so numerous that they are unimaginable.
What’s even more ridiculous is that they have never been discovered, let alone dealt with.
Thinking of this, the Speaker shook his head. "It's not that no one has discovered it, but even if someone has discovered it, they will cover it up."
What's even more ridiculous is that they have committed so many disgusting acts, but have become an important "powerful shield" for mankind, and are sought after and protected by some humans who are unaware of the truth.
The Speaker was in mixed feelings. In just one day, his already white hair had turned completely dull, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked lifeless and exhausted.
They must answer not only to the Lord of the Abyss and the brave man, but also to all of humanity.
“…”
The Speaker fell silent, his face looking extremely ugly. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, walked to the balcony of the room, and looked up at the expanding chaos in the sky.
"Is the God of Chaos really about to officially descend?"
The speaker was not the Speaker, but Simon behind the Speaker.
The Speaker shuddered when he heard this, turned around slowly, and paused for a few seconds before speaking, "It's very likely."
Simon looked up at the sky, "Did the seven great magic families attract them?"
The Speaker frowned, "No evidence has been found so far, and they have not confessed yet, but it is basically certain that the activities of the three alien gods are related to them."
Simon obviously didn't care about whether there was evidence or not, and said bluntly: "They are colluding with the three alien gods, and their target is Normandyll."
The Speaker was stunned. "I guess so. Not long after Normandyer accused them, the three alien gods became active. This timing is definitely not a coincidence."
"They want the Otherworld God to get rid of Normandiel, so that they can rest easy."
Simon was silent, and said in a deep voice: "But sending out three alien gods at once is too much."
Although Normandyer was powerful, he would certainly be unable to cope with those high-ranking gods from other worlds, and he might even be at a disadvantage and face a life-or-death test. Not to mention that there was such a difficult existence as the God of Chaos.
It is no exaggeration to say that if a fight really breaks out, Normandyer will definitely lose against the God of Chaos.
The other humans were doomed to die, except for the mysterious human who ranked first.
The Speaker looked into the distance and thought, "The reason why three gods from other worlds were sent down is probably because Normandiel is the contractor of the demon god Baal."
Simon was stunned, his face turned pale. "Does it have to be so complicated? Normandyer said frankly that it is almost impossible for him to summon the demon god Baal."
Demon Baal is not easily summoned, and does Normantil have anything that could interest Demon Baal?
The Speaker agreed. "But, of course, it would be best for them to be absolutely sure. Anyway, where is Normandyer now?"
He turned to look at Simon.
Simon pointed to the sky and raised his eyes and said, "He is in the subspace, observing the movements of the alien gods."
"I see."
The Speaker nodded.
After chatting for a few more sentences, Simon was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something and turned to the Speaker.
"By the way, although we may not be able to afford enough personnel now, I think it is very necessary for us to form a team to do that."
"What's up?"
"The search for the hero is gradually yielding clues."
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at the same time.
In the ancient ruins, Beelzebub becomes increasingly agitated during his investigation.
The human sages of that time were buried for thousands of years. They had investigated them at the beginning and turned them upside down. If they searched again now, could they find anything new?
The answer is no, they are all old information. The historical materials recorded are all repetitive words like "we are sorry to the hero", which is no different from a confession letter, and there is not a single useful sentence.
There is nothing worth mentioning about their statements about the ancestor god of mankind, which is nothing more than praise and worship. In a sense, ancestor worship of the ancestor god of mankind is an inevitable natural attribute of human beings, and there is nothing much to say about it.
If the mastermind behind this is a human sage or an unknown human who participated in the summoning at the time, then the possibility of finding reliable clues is extremely low, almost zero.
I don't think that guy would leave any clues, he must have destroyed everything long ago.
Beelzebub is a demon with little patience. Once he cannot find any clues or his search is obstructed, he will become annoyed and want to return to his father to calm down.
He is a demon who dares to think and do, and he really turned around and went home.
He left a spot on his father's body, so no matter where his father was or where he was, he could quickly connect and transfer. So three minutes later, he successfully transformed into a tiger-striped silver cat and returned home.
However, he would not have known until he turned back that the big orange cat that Bryce had turned into was as fat as a pig, not to mention the big white cat that was sleeping dead in the cat bed.
So fat! How could such a fat guy be his compatriot!
It’s hard to describe Beelzebub, but fortunately the little dwarf cat didn’t get fat, and still looked virtuous and well-behaved. When it saw Him coming back, it would sensibly call Him “Brother meow”.
Good brother, other guys always think that He is the 24th ranked brother, only Sereos honestly calls Him brother.
Beelzebub was satisfied, thinking that if He could drive all His compatriots away from His father, He would also specially consider keeping the short-legged cat.
As long as Sele doesn't reveal his true nature as a white-cut black boy, he is a particularly well-behaved and cute little brother.
Beelzebub nodded, stroked the cat's lowered head with his paw, and looked towards the study. "Is father busy?"
It was already nine o'clock in the evening, but his father seemed to still be working hard to study alchemy, flipping through alchemy books under the light of an oil lamp.
He really wanted to get close to his father and nestle comfortably beside him, but he was afraid of disturbing him.
He and they all knew that although their father did not care on the surface, deep down in his heart, he also desired power.
Because strength can ensure his own survival and protect his children from any harm.
The Father worked so hard for them.
Thinking of this, Silver Cat's mood was in turmoil.
In response to His question, the short-legged cat nodded, "Father is studying hard, meow."
Beelzebub said "hmm", in fact, he also saw it, if that's the case, then let's do it tomorrow. Father's matter is more important!
The big orange cat saw Beelzebub coming home, and walked towards him with a look of shock on his face, taking unsteady steps.
Beelzebub turned his head and saw a cat as big as a mountain standing next to his right paw, tilting its head with an observant look in its eyes.
Beelzebub didn't like being looked at like that, and immediately asked, "What's the matter, Brice?"
In Beelzebub's impression, Bryce was a demon who was often noisy. He would often suddenly become excited and chant something, which was very noisy, but he would become quiet again and not speak for a long time.
He has a distant relationship with Bruce, or rather, He has a distant relationship with all of His compatriots.
Then, the big orange cat lowered his head and said to the silver tabby cat, "Long time no see, Beelzebub."
Silver Cat paused for a moment and said awkwardly, "Well, long time no see."
He felt that Bruce had something to say to him, and it was probably not something good.
The big orange cat saw Beelzebub's psychological preparation, so he said bluntly without any preparation: "Beelzebub, humans call you a threat to humanity and a destroyer of races. Your actions cannot be reshaped by a few words. Our rewriting of history may not necessarily change humans' impression of you."
The silver cat was silent, staring at the big orange cat with bright eyes. After a few seconds, he said, "I know."
There was a hint of surprise in the big orange cat's eyes.
Silver Cat lowered his head and continued, "I didn't intend to completely hide it from my father, but there are indeed many outrageous rumors about me. You just need to dispel those outrageous rumors."
The big orange cat was even more shocked, "Aren't you afraid that your father will know?"
Silver Cat said seriously: "But those are also a part of me. I can't hide them from my father. I can't lie to my father."
"Yeah."
The big orange cat is a little unbelievable.
In His impression, Beelzebub was a very aloof demon who kept to himself and did not maintain good relations with his fellow men.
You know, when they just left the continent, if they couldn't defeat the giant beasts and gods outside and were bullied, they would cry for help from their eldest brother, second brother, and fourth brother. But Beelzebub was the only one who never cried for help from his brothers since they separated. He liked to solve problems by himself, even if his life was in danger or he encountered a very terrifying high-level enemy, he would solve the problem by himself.
He is aloof and stubborn, very awkward and difficult to get along with, but the most crucial thing is that he can openly express his love and dependence on his father.
Sometimes, Bryce was actually a little curious about what was going on in Beelzebub's mind.
Seeing that the big orange cat was still looking at him with an observant look, the silver cat emphasized, "There's nothing I can't let my father know. The only thing I'm worried about is that he'll be sad."
This is also the reason why He dared not tell the truth.
And to be honest, the orange cat is also troubled by this matter.
Much of the difficulty in rewriting history actually lies in this point.
Tell the truth to father, or lie to him, be half true and half false, or cover up the false with the truth or the true with the false.
In any case, they did fight for thousands of years, did not listen to Agares, and caused trouble everywhere.
Although Bruce himself has no dark history, his compatriots have a lot of dark history.
They all fell silent at the same time, and the atmosphere became somewhat heavy.
A few minutes later, the big orange cat smiled and broke the silence, saying to the silver cat, "Forget it, I'll take care of it. Will you come back to sleep at night?"
"yes."
Silver Cat nodded and looked back at the young man who was concentrating on his studies.
The orange cat did the same, and said, "Will we wait till dad falls asleep at night and then we can squat together, brother?"
There was a gleam in the silver cat's eyes, "Okay, I'd like to know what Agares is doing."
Their squatting brother plan was successfully implemented, and they also brought in the dwarf cat.
Around ten o'clock in the evening, they watched their father feed the little light body regularly. After feeding, their father studied for a while. It was not until twelve o'clock in the evening that he finally put down his book, walked to the cat's nest of the big white cat, made sure that the big white cat was fine, and then picked them up one by one, put them in the cat's nest, and said good night to them gently.
The lights dimmed, they opened their eyes, popped their heads out of the cat bed, stared fixedly at the bed, their paws grasping the quilt, fully concentrating.
An hour passed and there was no movement.
Three hours, four hours, nothing happened.
At around four o'clock, the big orange cat fell asleep. The small dwarf cat was half asleep and half awake, with his eyes half open. The silver cat was still squatting energetically.
Agares knows all the answers, but seems to be trapped in a dream, performing some cosmic magic.
Perhaps Agares couldn't connect to them and had to create opportunities for themselves.
Time passed minute by minute, and Beelzebub, who was originally very energetic, became sleepy unknowingly.
This hasn't happened in thousands of years.
Logically speaking, as long as Beelzebub didn't want to sleep, his body would never feel sleepy, but now he was sleepy, and his eyelids suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and could not support it at all.
He rubbed his eyes and insisted on staring at the bed, while his vision began to blur and clear at times.
“Hmm…”
Beelzebub was drowsy, and his eyelids could no longer hold up and closed.
He was sleeping in darkness, his consciousness was not only extremely heavy, but also falling infinitely. He suddenly started, his soul shook violently, and he opened his eyes immediately.
Then He saw.
In the darkness, next to his father, sat a very handsome young man.
His eyes were deep and dark, and he looked down, gazing at the person most important to him.
He quietly guarded everything around him, silent and focused, as if there was nothing more important in the world than protecting that person.
Witnessing this scene, Beelzebub was inexplicably shocked, his cat eyes trembled, and the words he wanted to ask Agares were stuck in his throat.
And the next second, the young man turned his eyes and glanced over indifferently, as if he noticed His presence.
Beelzebub was immediately terrified.
If he spoke, he would certainly disturb the sleeping person. But if he didn't speak, he would miss the opportunity to ask Agares.
Beelzebub was in trouble, his pupils constricted, his cat's fur stood up, and he actually developed a deep fear of his fellow brothers.
But He is the God of Destruction after all, and His innate pride and self-esteem forced Him to stand up straight and open his mouth.
However, the other party put his index finger lightly on his lips, making a clear gesture of silence.
There was a terrifying majesty in the silence that suffocated the devil.
Beelzebub was stunned, his mind went blank, and he remained in a daze until dawn.
When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was the cat's bed. When I looked up again, I saw the big orange cat next door, looking sleepy.
The big orange cat seemed to have had a good sleep and felt refreshed. He stretched out his paws and stretched his waist, if he had a waist.
Noticing Beelzebub's gaze, the big orange cat turned around and looked at the silver cat, tilting his head strangely, "Meow, what's wrong, meow?"
This guy had no idea about Agares's appearance last night and fell into a deep sleep. Beelzebub was extremely sure and turned to look at the dwarf cat.
The dwarf cat was also rubbing his eyes, but he seemed to feel something, so there was a bit of panic in his eyes.
Beelzebub knew it at a glance.
God knows what their second brother was thinking. He showed up in the middle of the night, guarding his sleeping father and forbidding any noise.
Beelzebub came back to his senses and wanted to complain, but then he thought about it and realized that Agares had always been like this, overprotecting his father in various ways and not letting them disturb his father.
Although there is nothing wrong with it, that kind of silent desire for control can sometimes be quite scary.
He was still young at that time, so he didn’t understand. Now that he has grown up, he understands a lot and knows the deeper meaning of some actions.
but……
Beelzebub suddenly went crazy. I finally got there, and the answer was within reach!
He turned around and explained the situation to the big orange cat.
The big orange cat looked shocked.
"Second brother showed up?"
"Not only did he show up, but he also made it clear that I should stop arguing with my father."
"? You really can't make noise."
"Is that the question?!"
The orange cat and the silver cat were having a heated discussion.
At the same time, Zeus had a good night's sleep. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the best sleep he had had since his resurrection. He woke up refreshed and all his fatigue was gone. Yesterday he had a headache and dizziness from studying too much, but now his brain was working so well that if brain capacity was a real thing, it would be no exaggeration to say that he felt that his brain capacity had expanded.
Hughes was in a very good mood and became much more diligent in doing everything in the morning.
At about eight o'clock, the orange cat and the silver cat finished their conversation.
Orange cat: "Next time I will squat until my second brother wakes me up."
Silver Cat: "What if he can't wake up no matter how hard you try?"
Orange Cat: "Then remember to use the mental domain when the time comes. There are plenty of ways to talk to my second brother without disturbing my father."
The silver cat choked. He was too nervous at the time and his mind was not thinking straight.
"……I see."
Zeus noticed their meowing conversation and turned his eyes away, seeming to be thinking about something.
Suddenly, the silver cat ran towards Xius and asked about the past, which was rare.
"Father, meow, remember the human sage who summoned the hero, meow?"
Beelzebub had no other choice but to ask his father himself after he could not find any useful information. He also planned to ask the three heroes after he asked his father. No matter what, there must be clues in their memories.
"Sage?"
Hughes was startled and recalled, "I remember that man was very friendly and humble. I talked to him a few times and he seemed very interested in my career as a creator."
Beelzebub was dumbfounded. Could it be that the most inconspicuous human sage was the biggest suspect? He still remembered that when they came out of the abyss, the human sage was dead and dead, with no remains left, and there was no place to investigate.
Then, Xiu Si frowned slightly, recalled and compared, and said in a low voice: "By the way, that person is somewhat similar to the priest Xilin I met before."
Before he finished speaking, the three cats were startled.
Beelzebub opened his eyes wide and his head made a loud bang as if a mountain was collapsing and the earth was splitting.
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