After the Lord of the Abyss awakens

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Francis carefully pushed the wheelchair and sent Duke Roque into the bedroom.

Although Duke Roque still looked haggard, he was obviously a little more energetic than yesterday.

As far as Hughes knows, Duke Roque is now 42 years old, which is in the prime of human life. As a battle-hardened warrior, this age should have been the golden age for him to make great achievements.

It is necessary to save him. Hughes was relieved.

Just as Francis was about to speak, his pupils suddenly trembled, and his eyes fell on the big orange cat that Hughes was holding in his hands.

Was this cat seen yesterday? No, when did she appear? Is he also a child of the Isius family?

A few doubts flashed in Francis's eyes, but he didn't ask because he felt it was not something he could ask.

By the way, there are three cats in this house. How much does Mr. Isius like cats? Moreover, the three cats look like they are not ordinary people. They seem to be smarter than humans.

Duke Roque didn't know Francis' doubts. He only entered the room for one thing.

He solemnly said to Hughes: "Thank you, Mr. Isius, my curse has caused trouble for you."

Hughes shook his head and said, "You're welcome. You are a hero who defends a country. You don't need to be humble to me."

Francis on the side couldn't help but feel a trace of surprise in his heart, because he keenly captured the subtle details of the other party's words. Normally, people would use status words like "You are a Duke of a country" as a reason not to be polite, but Mr. Isius never mentioned it. This is enough to show that in the eyes of Mr. Isius, contribution and contribution to human society far outweigh personal glory and status.

In other words, what really matters in his values ​​are actual actions and contributions to society, rather than frivolous titles and status.

Although Francis had a vague feeling that Mr. Isius was unusual when they first met, he would still feel a little shocked from time to time after the real in-depth communication.

Francis is not a person who values ​​status. He always believes that status is ridiculous, although he has to admit that the current social system of the Roman Kingdom still needs to be maintained by status differences.

Duke Roque understood it and seemed to understand Hughes's character in a few words. He said in a calm tone: "Mr. Isius, they said you collapsed from exhaustion yesterday. Are you okay now?"

Hughes said calmly: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired. I recovered after a night's sleep."

Duke Roque nodded and smiled: "If you need anything, whether it is items or help, please let us know. As long as we can provide it, we will do our best to meet your needs."

Hughes thought for a moment and replied, "I don't have anything in particular that I want."

Francis suddenly remembered at this moment and said to Hughes: "Mr. Isius, we have prepared books related to alchemy. As long as Mr. Isius is free, we can arrange for you to meet and communicate with the country's great alchemist at any time." ”

This was the purpose of Hughes' coming here, but he almost forgot it after sleeping.

Hughes turned to look at Francis, he was not polite, he was well prepared and very reasonable.

Speaking of which, in the morning, he heard the singing and music in the imperial city from a distance, and he also became somewhat interested in the Wandering Poets Festival. He always felt that it was a grand event.

An event not to be missed.

He then thought for a while and replied: "Thank you very much. I hope to stay in your country for a few more days, attend poetry gatherings, exchange and learn, but I may need to go back once a day to get help from the space magician."

Francis' eyebrows were slightly curved and he showed a very contagious smile, "Okay, absolutely fine. I will make arrangements later." ??Come + to read the latest chapter + complete chapter”

Watching their conversation, Duke Roque smiled lightly and asked, "Is there anything else you need?"

Hughes shook his head: "Not for the time being."

Duke Roque smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you can't think of it for the time being. If you have any ideas in the future, just let me know. Mr. Isius is a rare talent for mankind. I express my gratitude to you not just for saving my life, but also for saving my life." It’s out of admiration and gratitude for your outstanding talents.”

Hughes was flattered and a little embarrassed. He thought for a while and then said: "I am just trying my best. Your Excellency the Duke is the shield of mankind and the only talent in the kingdom."

Once two polite people are polite, they can't stop being polite.

Fortunately, there was Francis present.

Francis said: "It doesn't matter, I will send someone to make arrangements. Don't worry, Mr. Isius."

Hughes: "Thank you very much."

At this point, Duke Roque looked gloomy and didn't know whether he should bring up a certain topic.

Mr. Isius must have been targeted by a god-level being. The other party is cunning and has terrifying murderous intent and malice towards Mr. Isius.

Should he tell Mr. Isius? In theory, Mr. Isius himself should know.

Duke Roque was hesitating when he suddenly felt a gaze. He raised his head and found that it was the orange cat in Mr. Isius's arms looking at him.

The orange cat's eyes are gentle, but there is an undeniable strength.

He seemed to be warning him not to go back because that was not something he could interfere with.

As a high-level human being, Duke Roque couldn't sense that the orange cat was much higher than him.

Duke Roque had to understand.

After a few minutes, the greeting was almost over.

Francis originally wanted to send someone to take care of Hughes and the tour guide on a daily basis, but Hughes declined.

The reason is that his orange cat cub seems to be familiar with the Roman Kingdom and does not need to bother others.

After they left, Hughes asked his little sun orange cat.

"Bruce, do you live in the Roman Kingdom?"

The orange cat nodded. Since Pangpang had no neck, his nod was not obvious to be honest.

Hughes glanced at the sunshine outside, turned his eyes and said, "Should we go for a walk later?"

Hughes had the habit of walking when he was in modern times, but he changed it after arriving in another world. Because those years were too dangerous, and if you were a walker, you would be gone, and there would be no room for relaxation and comfort.

Now is the age of peace. As the so-called balance between work and rest, proper relaxation is also needed.

The orange cat meowed and raised its face, its emerald eyes sparkling and translucent.

"Huh? You said you have lived here for more than a hundred years?"

A trace of shock flashed in Hughes's eyes. He had to be shocked. More than a hundred years was enough for him to die. Who knew that his own child had stayed alone for more than a hundred years.

As time goes by, there is an indescribable sour feeling.

Hughes lowered his eyes and touched

He touched the orange cat’s head.

The sun shines sparsely through the cracks in the window, casting a golden glow over the orange cat.

The child is warm, like a soft little sun.

Sensing his gaze, he raised his head curiously, as before, as if the thousands of years of time barrier did not exist.

He has not grown up or changed, he is still the good boy in his memory.

Hughes was silent for a while, then smiled and said: "Let's go, take dad and brothers shopping."

"Meow!"

Daju was so happy that he kicked off his feet and jumped to the ground nimbly.

The red cat hasn't reacted yet.

The little dwarf cat tilted its head.

Are we going out, meow?

Hughes turned around and took out the cat basket, but he also thought that his child had grown up. Although he looked small, he was no longer small.

As a parent, he cannot be too protective. Besides, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is shining brightly outside. It’s a waste to let the children lie down in the cat basket after finally going out.

After one night, Hughes's mood changed somewhat.

He asked the children: “Do you want to go for a walk by yourself or in a basket?

Neither cat cared, and answered meow meow, saying that their father could do whatever he liked.

Xiu Si really couldn't do anything to them, "I always feel that I am the one being taken care of by you."

Hearing this, the little short-footed cat didn't know what to think of, and walked closer with soft steps, and rubbed its furry face against his arm.

If cuteness could kill, Hughes really didn't know how many times he was killed by his own children.

He thought that the little short-footed cat was small after all. If it went to a crowded place, it would be better to stay in the cat basket for fear of being accidentally stepped on.

Whatever. He knelt down and touched the cat's paws, thinking that the streets in Roman Kingdom were not very clean, and it would not be good if Zaizai's paws were dirty.

But the size of my big orange... Mao Lanzi can't fit it.

Hughes looked at the orange cat.

The orange cat nodded confidently, as if to say: Dad, I know how to go shopping by myself.

Hughes smiled again, as if he thought of something, and stretched out his hand to the orange cat.

The orange cat blinked, lowered his head, and soon seemed to think of something, so he stretched out his paw.

Hughes squeezed the cat's paw gently, as if feeling the size of the paw.

He lowered his head and thought: "Should I wear shoes?"

The orange cat's eyes lit up.

Half a minute later, Hughes actually made the furry shoes made by Measuring Claw, and they were also made of orange fur. After putting them on, it looked like he was not wearing any shoes.

The orange cat looked at his paw in surprise, raised it up and looked left and right, then meowed with satisfaction and rubbed his face against Hughes' hand.

The other two cats' eyes widened with envy that they couldn't hide.

How could Hughes forget them? He also made fur shoes for them.

His professional habit as a modeler is that he can't help but make some small things, which is somewhat detail-oriented.

Facing his cute kitten, he couldn't control his thoughts. When he came to his senses, he had already dressed up his child.

He was worried that they wouldn't like this, that it would make them uncomfortable, affect their activities, etc. But surprisingly, they all

Like it very much.

There is nothing he can do for the children. Recently, he has been focusing on his own upgrade, seeming to have neglected the children.

I need to spend more time with you. Hughes reflected in his heart.

After about half an hour of preparation, he first found the housekeeper of the mansion, obtained cutting-edge books related to alchemy, and obtained special letters of recommendation from several national alchemists.

Before going out, Francis rushed to see him off at the door and told him the best travel route to the imperial city.

After a few polite words. Around 10:30, Hughes successfully arrived in the lively neighborhood.

The orange cat walked in front, and the man walked behind. The man was also carrying a basket with two cats in it.

This sight is rare no matter which country it is in, so it attracted the attention of passers-by when it appeared.

"Oh~ Such a cute cat, this gentleman actually took the cat out shopping."

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"Little short-footed cat, look here~ Auntie, there are dried small fish here."

The Kingdom of Roman is indeed a country that loves cats. Not long after Hughes went out, there were a lot more cats in the cat basket.

Ten minutes later, he found a relatively quiet park.

The sun was high and bright, and he suddenly felt refreshed. He found a soft grassy spot, put down the cat basket, and sat down slowly.

Pedestrians passed by and chatted about different topics.

It's probably because the sun is too good.

Hughes felt relaxed and remembered some things from the past.

He then looked into the distance and said: "You know, your eldest brother also had a time when you were as young as you. At that time, Baal was only level 1 and had just been created. He couldn't even walk very well. He fell down countless times a day."

The three demons were suddenly shocked.

The story of eldest brother’s childhood? They couldn't help but cheer up and showed very curious eyes.

"My uncles and aunts were all there at that time, and I introduced Baal to them. They were all in disbelief, saying how could I really give birth to a baby."

That image seemed to appear in Hughes's eyes.

The mottled shade of the trees that day hit the grass. He squatted down and put his hands on the ground, palms facing upwards. A flash of lightning appeared. His palm-sized cub slowly walked out of his palms, staggering, as if it would be dead in the next second. Will fall down, but is very stubborn and refuses any help.

Cute and cute, but naturally strong.

Hughes recalled: "Your eldest brother has been self-reliant since he was a child. Once, Uncle Mingjie teased him, but he beat him until he screamed. He never dared to tease him again."

The three demons were stunned.

Hughes added: "Your eldest brother has never been a joker since he was a kid."

But before he finished speaking, the three demons looked at each other, their backs felt cold, and they were even experiencing phantom pain. Big Brother doesn't like to joke, so they made such a big joke on Big Brother...

The little cat flinched.

The violent red cat thinks that we have so many demons and there are more than a dozen of them. Even the eldest brother will find it difficult, right?

Don't be afraid, the soldiers will stop you. When the big brother comes, let's all join in!

Orange Cat felt that this was just the difference between one punch and two punches.

To be honest, it's not too late for Him to betray these guys now.

However, He turned around and looked at Him

Father.

Hughes was still reminiscing in his eyes, his gaze was rare and gentle, and the corners of his slightly raised lips contained a slight smile.

The three demons looked at Hughes like this, and their inner thoughts were almost the same.

——For father, the eldest brother is the most special.

No matter at any time, the eldest brother is the eldest demon with the strongest presence among them.

My father trusts and relies on his eldest brother the most.

If the eldest brother comes back, the father may only have eyes for the eldest brother.

Meow.

The three demons lowered their heads, feeling complicated. They know that their father loves them equally, but the eldest brother's presence is indeed too strong.

At this moment, people passing by were discussing a certain topic somewhat loudly.

"Did you hear that there seems to be a big liquidation over there in the alliance?"

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"Yes, the Alliance has recently been looking into the old accounts of some families. I heard that when the brave men stood up to resist foreign enemies, some families not only failed to give them the support they deserved, but instead secretly obstructed them and tried to hinder the brave men. Action. After the hero successfully defeated the enemy, they actually betrayed the hero. This behavior is really outrageous, and the alliance is pursuing the responsibility of these families one by one. "

Hearing this, Hughes' expression changed slightly.

They are still talking.

A young man who looked upright and awe-inspiring said: "This is really a sensational event. I heard that many magic families are involved. These families have profound foundation and influence in the field of magic. Even the alliance does not dare to do so easily. Take action against them. The stakes are complicated, and a slight mistake may cause a big disturbance and lead to the collapse of the human alliance. "

There was a person next to him who looked worried: "Ah, it took a lot of effort for us to unite. If the alliance collapses because of this matter -"

The righteous young man suddenly became angry; "What do you mean, justice is more important or the alliance is more important? Without brave men, we would have been extinct long ago! So what about the magic family, they deserve to die!"

They almost started arguing on the spot, and one of them was filled with indignation and rage. The situation was very tense at one time, and a fight could break out at any time.

The man on the other side said no, "I said the wrong thing and said the wrong thing. I support liquidation and the recovery of the brave men who are missing in the subspace. I am just afraid of causing bloodshed."

The third person said: "I know you are afraid, but don't be afraid first. Norman Thiel is behind this matter. Don't you know his strength? With him around, things can always be solved."

The righteous young man said: "We should have dealt with them long ago. If I were a child of their family, I would commit suicide now, bah!"

They walked over arguing, and because they were so excited, they didn't pay much attention to the sights around them.

Hughes' eyes fell on their backs, thoughtfully.

He almost forgot that he had acted as the Lord of the Abyss and asked the Alliance to find the brave man.

It seems that they have indeed begun to take action, not only actively searching for the missing hero, but also conducting a thorough reckoning with the past.

The reflective mind can, but the problem is not what was added later, but why it happened.

Are there human reasons behind the disappearance of his five friends?

Is it just that these people are repaying kindness and betraying the brave for their own selfish interests, or is there a deeper force behind it?

Manipulating in secret, using hands or feet?

Hughes vaguely sensed something was wrong and couldn't help but think of Roger and Justin.

Roger and Justin are the parties involved. What is their attitude towards these things?

Hughes remembered his previous conversation with Justin.

At that time, Justin almost took it lightly and had no intention of looking back on the past.

Maybe it's because I'm old and don't have the energy anymore.

but……

Hughes' eyes were dark, and the misfortune that happened to his friend made him feel deeply uncomfortable and angry.

And what can he do for his friends?

Without strength, nothing can be done.

Hughes is very clear about the underlying logic of how the world works.

That Norman Till sounds very reliable, let’s see what happens next.

Hughes had a hunch that he would see Wang Chang'er and Ye Qingyi again soon.

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at the same time.

At the sorority party, things start to go wrong.

Not to mention the crazy group of guys in the family group, the most important thing now is——

Aini said bluntly: "Why haven't Barbatos and the others come yet?"

It’s not like they have never been late before. Sometimes they were even a month late.

Their concept of time has become blurred due to the length of their lives, so there is nothing wrong with being a day or two late.

But as the initiator of the banquet, shouldn't Barbatos be the first to show up?

It's been a few days now, and not only has he not shown up, but his family group has not shown up, and his private calls have not been answered.

This situation can only be described as abnormal.

Therefore, they could only think of one possibility - something might have happened to Barbatos.

Wariver frowned, stood up slowly, and said to Aini and Buyer: "We have to find Barbatos."

Buyer, who was called, stood up on the spot and said subconsciously: "Okay, I'll go with Sixth Sister."

Aini agrees, but there's a problem.

"What if they come as soon as we leave?"

Wariver thought: "You stay, I'll go with Buyer."

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Half an hour later.

Walliver and Buel appeared in the warp.

It is well known to the demons that their eighth-ranked compatriot Barbatos settles in the Eternal Forest in the subspace, but he is rarely there. He is running around all year round and is a veritable e-demon.

He maintains close ties with humans from all major civilizations, and is also keen on dealing with different races.

At the same time, He is also the demon who responds most actively to summons. If there are a thousand contractors of Eliog on the mainland, then the number of contractors of Barbatos can reach an astonishing 10,000. He often takes the initiative to appear next to the contractors, looking for various things to do, so it is very troublesome to find them.

They soon arrived at Barbatos' original palace built in the forest.

This place is almost exactly the same as the oriental garden in my father's memory. The landscape in the courtyard, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and even the bricks and tiles on the ground are carefully carved.

But sure enough, Barbatos was not at home.

Buyer searched for it again and finally stopped under the shade of a tree, looking at the lake in the center of the garden.

Barbatos is a demon who loves life very much. Although he is not as good as Sixth Sister Walliver in various crafts, and often messes up things due to carelessness, this has never hindered his persistence and perseverance in the things he loves.

There are all kinds of demons among his compatriots, and among all the demons, the demon with the best personality is definitely Barbatos.

At least that's what Buyer thinks.

"Where did Sister Barbatos go?"

Buyer was inevitably a little worried.

Walliver came over and said thoughtfully: "When was the last time you saw Barbatos?" Come on. Read the latest chapter. Complete Chapter"

Buyer recalled: "Three years ago?"

Walliver asked, "Did He behave unusually?"

Buyer shook his head and said, "He is just like always. He often worries about human things, helping children catch kites and so on."

Barbatos occasionally shows his childish side, like a devil who never grows up. Buyel had seen Him running around in the form of a human girl. Amon often uses the image of a boy around ten years old, and the image of Barbatos is younger than Amon, only six or seven years old.

Buyer sometimes couldn't understand his thoughts.

Buyer was silent for a moment, and suddenly said seriously: "I think he may have encountered some trouble."

Walliver nodded and added: "It's probably not his own trouble, it's the trouble he helped solve for someone, which caused him to get into some trouble."

Buyer feels the same way.

Walliver continued: "I guess the reason why Barbatos convened the sisterhood urgently is to gather the power of all our sister demons to jointly deal with his troubles."

Buyer frowned, "Is it so troublesome? Can we sisters work together to solve it?"

This level of trouble is at least the ultimate existence of the first echelon.

Barbatos is careless, but he won't provoke the ultimate being for no reason, right?

Buyer expressed concern from the bottom of his heart: "If that's the case, it's not a trivial matter."

Walliver nodded: "I'll ask Vasak to look for it."

With that said, He directly called Vasak privately in the spiritual realm.

Vassago was so drowsy at this time that he almost didn't hear the call. Fortunately, his eyes barely opened.

After listening to Wariver's words, Vasak had a heavy look on his face and answered first: "I'll look for it."

Ten minutes passed, Vasak frowned slightly and answered Walliver.

"It can't be found. It's either in a dream or in a remote place in subspace."

"Remote" means remoteness relative to the mainland. Distance is an obstacle to finding something. The farther away, the greater the obstacle.

Vassago thought for a while, "Ask Bachin. He knows a lot about subspace and is close to Barbatos. He should know something."

"good."

Walliver turned and asked Bachin.

Baqin was taking a bath at this time, and his sleepiness came back again and again, causing him to almost fall asleep several times, which scared Eliog at the remote end and screamed.

After hearing about Barbatos, Bachin also frowned and quickly collected and sorted out the information. After a few minutes, he said: "He last appeared three months ago at the Dawn Church Auditorium in the Chaos Empire. "

Walliver frowned and asked doubtfully: "Why did He go there?"

There? "

The Great Empire of Chaos, also known as the Great Empire of Chaos, used to be a single-faith country that worshiped the alien god number 001. The country was powerful and advocated force. The kings of all generations were among the top ten masters of mankind. The royal family was the country’s strongest force. The whole thing is full of militants from top to bottom.

In the past hundred years or so, their country has gradually changed.

Walliver had a relatively good understanding of human countries. He had spent some time in the Kaos Empire, and in his impression, the Kaos Empire was a relatively stable country internally. Anyone who causes trouble under the strong rule of the Chaos royal family will have a bad end, and death is even the easiest option.

Buyer recited the words "Dawn Church" and his eyes gradually became solemn.

He knew that the Church of Dawn was related to the mastermind behind the scenes. The mastermind had attempted to kill Eliog, failed to kill the demon Beelzebub with a knife, and then targeted Barbatos?

How dare you!

Buyer's anger gauge is filled up immediately.

Although he knew that Barbatos would be fine, and that Barbatos' powers were [Isolation] and [Connection], and he was the best demon to escape as soon as something happened, he was still angry.

What if it was really the rat behind the scenes?

"Sixth Sister, let's go to the Khaos Empire!"

Buyer punched through the void, causing gusts of wind.

Wariver was stunned for a moment, thinking that although Barbatos was in trouble, there should be nothing wrong at this stage. When did Buyer become so interested?

This isn't the first time that Barbatos' character has gotten into trouble. Hmm...but it really needs to be resolved as soon as possible.

Walliver nodded, "Let's search all over the place first."

"good!"

Buyer looked as eager as a jumping cat.

While Walliver was concentrating on looking for demons, he also took a look at Buyer.

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at this time.

Bachin walked out of the bath, wiped his hair with a towel while searching for information, and finally came to a large monitoring room.

"Let's straighten things out."

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16:00 Roman Kingdom time.

Hughes was sitting on a park bench, flipping through a book on alchemy.

As time goes by, the sunlight gradually becomes softer, casting dappled light and shadow through the sparse leaves.

His idea was indeed right. Alchemist is the profession closest to the Creator, and many of the knowledge and insights in it have bypasses.

He saw a lot of similarities and kept making comparisons in his mind, but in the end he saw differences.

Or the difference. Even the gap.

Compared to the Creator profession, the Alchemist profession is significantly smaller.

Whatever alchemy can do, creation can do.

What creation can do, alchemy cannot do.

It is the difference between large-scale and small-scale, and also the difference between high-level and low-level.

Creation is not a trivial profession. On the contrary, it is a level higher than that of an alchemist.

Alchemy mostly relies on matter, and creation is created out of nothing. The matter used is an imaginary substance, and the structure conceived is an imaginary structure.

It comes from "empty", but if you dig into it, you will find that it is not completely empty.

For example

, he indeed imagined matter and created wood out of thin air, but that was because he knew the existence of "wood" before that.

If he didn't know wood and didn't have the concept of "wood", he wouldn't be able to make wood.

Therefore, "creating things out of thin air" such as making wood out of thin air is not pure creation.

Not empty enough.

Hughes seemed to have entered the narrow door of truth and was thinking about an ultimate question.

He said to himself: "It means... I want to go beyond 'imagination based on experience' and conceive something that has never been seen before."

He was suddenly shocked and had a new understanding in his heart.

The breeze blew, and a few leaves slowly fell, briefly showing their complex leaf patterns to his eyes.

He seemed to realize it again.

The leaves are so complex, either by nature or by design.

If you think about it further, the world is so complex. Is it born that way or is it designed through thought?

Is this world just a collection of countless creations, some perfect and some incomplete? Different levels of creation were scrambled and put together.

What do these assumptions mean?

Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and he finally stopped thinking a second before he got into trouble. He rubbed his forehead and brows, gradually relaxed his mood, and his eyes met the orange cat who cared about him.

Seeing that his child seemed worried about him, Hughes felt warm and almost couldn't help but bury his face in the orange cat's furry belly.

"Meow~"

The orange cat lay on Hughes's lap, raising both paws together, as if to say, "Father, meow, don't force yourself to meow."

Hughes gently grabbed his paw and said with a smile: "It's okay. I'm working hard now so that I won't have to work hard in the future."

After a while, it got dark, and Hughes got up and took the children home.

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at the same time.

Beelzebub, who was investigating the Church of Dawn, entered an unfamiliar territory.

The surroundings were dark and dank, the buildings were old and dilapidated, and the air was filled with thick dust.

Ordinary people might have to sneeze.

Beelzebub's expression was pale, he just glanced around, and finally his eyes fell directly in front of him.

A few rays of sunlight came in, marking three bright and dazzling horizontal bars on a black coffin.

Eliog has been attacked by sneak attacks before, and this time will probably be no exception.

But who is Beelzebub?

He had to rise to the challenge.

He spread out his magic power to control the whole place, and directly mentally locked the black coffin.

The other party didn't seem to expect that he was so strong and wanted to take the black coffin back immediately.

Beelzebub's eyes turned cold, and he made a prompt decision and activated the [Destruction] power on the black coffin.

The other party didn't seem to expect that he was so outrageous and completely ignored the life and death of the people inside the black coffin.

This moment of astonishment was captured by Beelzebub.

Beelzebub smiled, and his magic power instantly controlled the black coffin.

Immediately afterwards, the black coffin was driven by magic power and rolled hundreds of times in front of Beelzebub, and was included in his domain. !

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