Chapter One Thousand and Twenty-Three

This chapter is called ...... There are women who have just grown up

What's going on?

At this moment, the vision seemed to have lost its meaning, and the light in front of him was twisting strangely, constantly shaking in the whirlpool of golden red and purple black, as if something had broken somewhere in sight, and large swaths of golden red poured out from the edge of the field of vision and rolled inward. The bright light that burned his pupils made Edward's eyes close, but he could still see that at that moment, the entire plane was filled with intertwined ice wind, green light, and silver electricity...... Until an indescribable golden light overwhelmed a qiē, like a round of golden sun rising!

No sound.

Or maybe it was already covered with some kind of rumbling sound from the beginning.

He could feel the rhythmic vibrations that almost twisted and tore through his entire body, stirring up all the fluids stored in his body, desperately squeezing them outward from their original positions, and Edward had to contract his body with all his might...... Although this knee-jerk action doesn't necessarily have much effect.

The only consolation is that the mental stress has finally eased a little......

Either because the goddess of magic didn't launch that terrifying attack again, or because her soul had been able to get used to this crazy impact a little, in short, she mobilized the residual divine power to shape a relatively complete layer of shield, and then finally could pay a little attention to perceive the situation around her.

The first thing that came was bad news...... The teleportation didn't work.

Of course, it is impossible to feel the change of space in this chaos, but at this moment. Edward, however, could clearly feel the soft sensation coming from behind him—arms around his shoulders, his whole body clinging to his back, the close embrace of a woman's life force unique and familiar. Elena's body, of course...... You can't go wrong.

However, is it an illusion, in the light in front of him, who is the vague little figure that seems to be spreading countless wings of light?

The distortion of energy makes the one qiē so psychedelic, all of which are shrouded in a steaming mist, even including the absolute perception of will-driven divine power...... Only the center of what appeared to be a mixture of colored fluids could be seen. The small shadow resembling a human figure, countless rays of brilliance flowing around her periphery, pulling out bands of light like wings. Constant fluctuation—or perhaps the mindman's unique way of perceiving the world, made Edward subconsciously feel a certain relationship between the figure and himself.

Could it be that the two of them were suddenly separated for some reason? But how could Ariel stop the indescribable energy? Is it her so-called 'dedication' that burns herself with obsession? How can she survive?

To stop her...... But it was extremely difficult.

Physical sensations can still be clearly transmitted back. The energy is moving with the will. But it was stopped by something, just outside the shield...... The figure, to be exact, blocked the energy of the explosion from rushing to Edward's location, but also prevented his power from intervening elsewhere. So Edward could do nothing but pause in his place and be a quiet spectator.

Until the passage of time.

A qiē has finally passed...... In just a few breaths.

The frenzied surging magical energy erupted with golden light, silver electricity, and colored streamers...... All the qiē dimmed down. The fluctuations in the mana also began to subside, eventually. Starting at the edge of the field of vision, everything disintegrates like a blister, leaving a hollow, dull gray remnant. In this vast space, this short-lived, but apocalyptic riot has finally subsided slightly.

But the chaos it left behind continues.

Edward's eyes narrowed, as if trying to hide the shock in his eyes, but his hand hanging from the sleeve of his robe trembled slightly, causing small ripples of shadow to flow on his robe.

Controlling one's own emotions and body is the basic ability of a mind warlock, unless their mind is uncontrolled and chaotic...... With the gradual growth of strength, Edward once thought that the possibility of losing control due to simple love was almost gone, but at this moment, he found that he was still too confident, too underestimating how powerful the so-called fate can give a person with a fierce blow.

In his gaze, the crimson light had shrunk to a point the size of a fist, and he had lost the blinding light and energy, so he could finally see the appearance of the man.

If the distance in the space is determined, the form of that person can be completely outlined, although in the vision of divine power, it is not like a human at all, but a mass of humanoid energy, flowing and surging, as if it will explode in the next moment, burning all the qiē in this world.

Not Ariel.

The distance was unexpectedly close, only a few dozen feet, so the form was even more petite than expected, and the incredibly petite Cheng Dù was only about half as tall as himself...... There were no wings - the light that the light veil that swept away from her side was just the afterglow of the fading energy in front of her.

Don't do this......

The psychic mancer heard himself muttering.

The answer is obvious...... But from the beginning to this moment, it seems that the mind is constantly evading, bypassing the truth in a messy way, and seeking other possibilities without the slightest reality.

It's an escape, right?

Then, in the midst of these messy and meaningless thoughts, the figure had slowly turned around and approached him. The remnants of energy slowly faded and shattered in her hands, becoming a point of light that illuminated her tiny body, which was no longer the small appearance of a baby, but a child at least six or seven years old. A little slender, but a young face with a sweet and innocent smile, delicate facial features have been slightly delicate, vaguely similar to Elena seven or eight points, but there is a pair of different eyes that shimmer with silver gray and pale gold......

All of them are qiē. are all confirming that fact - in front of them is their own blood, their own daughter.

Edward knew he should be glad he could. One should be ecstatic, even if you don't know how she grew to this point in an instant, why she has the strength to quell the violent attack caused by the corpse of the goddess of magic, and even add to it the dying throes of a half-dead mage god.

But in his heart, there was no joy at the moment. Most of those mixed emotions are surprise, doubt, but still others are fear—even in the deepest depths of consciousness. A certain instinct is becoming a little murderous machine, secretly urging him to destroy this strange little girl directly!

Although he knew it for a long time, he knew it from the moment this little girl was born. Her abilities are a bit odd, and it's likely that she wasn't her own child at all, just something from that body...... But for her strength, she has not been overestimated. Until now - the energy of those explosions. It's not just the divine power that Azus used during his death-defying blow, but it also has a lot of primordial magic power squeezed out by the magic goddess invoking the magic web, as well as some help from Asmodeurs...... Absorbing this mixed and complex energy at such a speed would be a matter of all his might for him at present, and he would even be powerless.

But this kid did it, and it seemed like a no-brainer.

Now, he couldn't see what was inside this little body. The huge energy had completely overshadowed her qiē, and there was no longer a trace of her soul......

So. Do you want to try to snatch that energy from her?

The moment she thought about it, the little girl made a cheerful voice, spread her hands, and flew towards Edward. Then, before he could react, he hugged his neck tightly and buried his face in his chest, rubbing and rubbing it again, making a meaningless baby sound like 'ahh......h

"What's going on?...... It's ......"

Ariele's low whimper was filled with disbelief...... The girl climbed out of Edward's arms, climbed on Edward's shoulders and immediately hugged her, rubbing her mother's face with her soft little face, and then biting her earlobes - the sudden attack made the newly awake Blazing Divine Servant overwhelmed for a while, and could only subconsciously exclaim because of the tingling sensation in his ears.

"Hold her first. Edward said lightly, his eyes moving slightly.

"It's incredible......"

The deep voice of the voice passed through the space, reverberating the surroundings, and there was no trace of defeat in the tone of the Lord of the Nine Hells: "Please accept my sincere congratulations and thanks, Lord Edward. You have fulfilled the contract between us in the most perfect form. ”

The Great Devil stood right in the center of Edward's vision, his dark red robe tumbling in countless waves, as if being blown by a strong wind. In front of him, a brilliant starlight floated in the dark gray space, and countless subtle streams of light surrounded a brilliant symbol inside, forming a world of its own, repeatedly, constantly moving according to its own laws.

The god of the mage.

By the time the words fell, he had already stepped forward, meeting the glow with his chest.

Invisible energy snapped and squeezed tiny electricity crackling across his chest, burning a dark red flame that flowed into a black liquid like asphalt. But the Lord of the Nine Prisons was unaware, and still moved forward slowly but firmly, slowly stuffing the mass of gods into his body little by little, allowing the liquid to continue to surge, until the small mass of things was directly swallowed by the black fluid, covering up, and regaining the body of the red robe worn by the Lord of the Nine Prisons, and finally let out a long breath and showed an irrepressible smile on his face.

Nothing seems to be happening.

But something is quietly happening, like a ripple rippling towards the surroundings, although incomparably subtle, it is continuous, infinitely expanding, all the way through this plane, through the body of the World Tree, through the entire multiverse......

Edward indifferently watched as the last bit of light and extinction was covered by the body of the Devil King, his facial features stiffened, but his mind involuntarily trembled slightly.

This is not the real process of sealing the gods, and the Lord of the Nine Hells doesn't know how much time it will take to digest this god, but if there are no more accidents, then from this moment on. This ancestor of the devil has the title of Lord of the Nine Hells, King of the Devil, Chief of Ten Thousand Demons, and Founder of the Nine Layers of Hell...... And so on. I'm going to add one more.

Asmodeus, the god of mages.

Correspondingly, from now on, there will be no more zài azus in this world, his followers will no longer praise his name, nor will they receive divine magic for it, and his corpse will not wander in the astral realm...... He was completely and eternal, erased from this multiverse—complete nothingness. Never save zài. It is also a fact that is more shocking than the death of mortals......

At this moment, Edward suddenly discovered. Although I have seen countless deaths, mortals, monsters, and gods. Or even their own. But they still can't really face this kind of death calmly - being erased by eternity.

And in this battle that has just passed, if it is you who loses, then you will face or will face such an ending.

"I've completed my contract, and now it's time for you to do your job,"

After a moment's pause, the Psychic Warlock replied indifferently, "According to the contract defined between us, you need to release any possible control of my Ichiē belt at the first opportunity. Then return me and my companions to the main physical plane intact, I think the details of this. Don't you have to repeat it anymore?"

A pitch-black leather slowly emerged in front of him, and the terms of the purgatory writing burned on it, exuding great power, some of which had become a bright color, while others were dull.

"Of course. ”

The Devil King still smiled. It's like talking to a friend for many years.

With his voice, a thin sound echoed in the space, and a thin blood-colored halo burst out from Edward's body, but then it was annihilated by a layer of silver light and dissipated without a trace.

"The rest of the business, we have to get out of here to finish, can you ask Lord Edward to move?"

The Psychic Warlock's gaze flickered.

If you want to leave nature, you have to move, but the Lord of the Nine Prisons is not saying a word of nonsense - in the field of vision, on the edge of this astral space that has almost collapsed, a gray figure has been mixed in the wreckage of a ruined starry sky, and the only remaining image is flickering and disappearing in the air.

It was the corpse of the goddess of magic......

But now I don't know if I can call it a corpse - some unknown force is continuing to animate her, making her make some simple judgments and use of power, if this form is allowed to continue, it may not be long before Mithra will reign in the world again, and as the most likely additional loot to be pursued at the moment, Asmodeus will naturally choose the right target from her and Edward, who has already absorbed a lot of divine power.

As long as you are wise, you will never choose the monster father and daughter who can draw power at will.

The corpse of a high god, and possibly the control of the magic web, is this one of the greatest temptations in the multiverse?

Edward didn't know, but he knew very well that all these temptations for him at the moment seemed to be no match for a cross-border portal.

It's too tiring to be a god or rule the universe, and he doesn't want to think about it anymore......

......

As the mountain breeze blew through the shallow valley, it suddenly became much larger, and a damp mist filled the air, and on the distant mountain tops, a large dark cloud converged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they drove the pale blue sky high, and then with a golden lightning, the muffled thunder rumbled and tumbled from the depths of the mountain range.

"Phew!"

Benny ran out of breath, making loud noises of drive, trying to gather his flock so that they could return to the warm and sturdy sheepfold before the rainstorms characteristic of the Krurod Mountains of the season, but the hillside in front of him seemed too large, and his lazy grazing had spread the flock too far before, so that even though the eleven-year-old had almost exhausted all his knowing, there were a few mischievous young rams in the distance, unwilling to belong to the herd. And gradually ran farther and farther, and reached the next level of the steeper hill!

"Damn!"

The boy stopped, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it at the mischievous rams with hatred, but this action only made the beasts flee farther, almost disappearing into the distant meadow, and the boy cursed loudly.

It was no longer a place of gentle pastures, but a wasteland full of ditches and thorns, where sheep could easily fall to their deaths, and where it was all the more dangerous for people to walk hastily.

But these sheep were not only the only property in the family, but also the guarantee of his family's status in the tribe, and the loss of any loss was not something he could bear lightly, and the boy felt that his back was numb when he remembered the terrible face of Aba when he was angry and the big stick full of wooden thorns. He shook his head and continued to chase down the hill.

But as soon as he stepped into the barren grass, he felt a jerk under his feet.

Before the thought of breaking this thought could arise, a gentle force spread through him, and the boy watched in confusion as the ground under his feet became farther and farther away, and he actually floated in the air like this, and then landed safely on the ground. Then, as if he understood something, he fell to his knees and shouted praises.

The great god of the mountain, the great messenger of the gods...... Our Princess......

(To be continued......)