The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 253 The Hunt for Marchekid

Ain frowned in deep thought:
“However, if we directly attack Marchekid, it would be like alerting him, and Aros might notice.”

Labelas smiled:
"Therefore, this may require your help, esteemed God of Knowledge and Prophecy."

"Throughout the entire process of dealing with Markkeid, you need to shield yourself from prophecy and detection, so that Arosh will not discover the angel's abnormality."

“Once we capture Marchekid, we will naturally have many ways to control this seraphim and forge the prayer message sent to the Queen of Gods, Alois.”

"This will give Aros the illusion that this angel is still running around, contacting the forces of the evil gods on his behalf."

"I can even send my angels, disguised as Marche Kidd, to contact those evil god forces, gather more information, and even send false intelligence to the enemy before the war of gods begins!"

"The banquet in Avando is currently at its climax, and the true form of the goddess Alois is unable to leave the banquet, making this the perfect time for us to act!"

After a brief moment of thought, the elegantly dressed and luxuriously attired lady nodded, approving of Rabelas's plan:
"it is good."

"Then let me see where Marchekid is right now?"

Then, Ain, the goddess of knowledge and prophecy, extended a slender index finger, gently touched the air, and softly spoke:

"Marcekid, the Seraphim of Avando, the servant of Aloch, currently in his position."

In an instant, an image materialized in the air, revealing a terrifying and grotesque scene—

A crimson sky, a lava lake radiating scorching red light, a mighty and surging Styx River, one sturdy iron fortress after another, legions of abyssal demons and hellish devils battling fiercely on the vast wasteland, and one dark, bottomless pit after another leading to other different levels of the abyss...

—The first level of the Bottomless Abyss, [The Plains of Ten Thousand Abyss]!
The most unique layer in the bottomless abyss, a vital transportation route connecting different abyss levels!
"Malkekid is currently on the first level of the Abyss, the Plains of Abyss. And he will remain here for at least a considerable period of time."

After interpreting the prophecy, Ain frowned slightly:

"The goddess Avalokiteshvara or some other evil god has obscured destiny, making it impossible for me to pinpoint its exact location."

Malchezid has separated from the avatar of the Great Mother, the Goddess of the Eyes, and is now in the Abyss.
Perhaps, they are in contact with the retinue of other evil gods of the abyss?
El-Erian was not surprised by the result.

At this moment, Ain glanced at Elian, who had been silent since the beginning:

"Speaking of which, Elian, you and your kingdom are preparing to cross the dimensional rift and explore the bottomless abyss, aren't you?"

"That's perfect. I'll leave it to you to help track down Marche Kid after you enter the Abyss."

"After all, I am a true god. If I were to search directly in the abyss, it would be too easy to alert the enemy."

Elian was overjoyed upon hearing this.

A request from two mid-level true gods!
If you can complete it, the reward will be incredibly generous!

"certainly,"

Elian smiled softly:
"I'm also really looking forward to fighting the famous Seraph Marche Kidd!"

Of the three seraphim in Avandor, the other two twin seraphim, Phileresel and Rashriel, were servants of the god-king Corelon. They were usually quite low-key and their fame was far less than that of Marchekid.

Not to mention, the later Malcheid was branded on the face by Corellon and banished to the Nine Hells. He was later banished again by Asmodius, the Lord of Hell, and became the infamous Lord Yogross, the "King of the Brands"!
"Call my name as soon as you find Marchekid. Rabelas and I will take action."

Aion said, then smiled:
"As for the reward, Rabelas and I will each give a blessing from God, or something of equal value, how about that?"

“Elian, I promised you before that I would provide assistance unconditionally once. That promise still stands and does not conflict with this reward.”

El-Erian nodded:

"Alright. After I lead the Eldoran Expeditionary Force into the Abyss Rift, I will do my best to track down Marche Kidd."

Rabelas also looked at Elian, slightly raising the hourglass in his hand, his gentle eyes seeming to hold a vast river flowing through them, as if he had seen many things in an instant:
"Malkekid is a Seraphim, the most powerful angel below the true gods, a top-tier high-level legend, whose strength surpasses the vast majority of demon lords and archdemons." "Mortal mage, you may have heard the legend that there are only 24 Seraphim in the entire multiverse (the Great Wheel), far fewer than the number of true gods!"

"This legend may be a bit exaggerated, but most pantheons do not actually have seraphim serving them."

"You must be a mage who only reached the intermediate legendary level a few years ago. Tracking down Marche Kidd will inevitably involve you facing considerable danger."

"In that case, I've decided to advance the payment for this commission so that you can have a stronger ability to carry out this task."

"Mortal Master, what kind of gift do you desire? A blessing or an object?"

Elion knew that his apparent strength was only that of a mage who had reached the intermediate legendary level a few years ago.

Although he knew very well that with his own trump cards and skills, he could at least escape unscathed if he faced Marchekid head-on, he certainly wouldn't refuse since Rabelas was willing to pay in advance.

Not to mention, Marchekid might also have allies from the evil gods by his side!

“I desire a blessing. But not an ordinary blessing. I desire an opportunity to bathe in the very essence of [Time],” Elion said.

"Lord of Continuity and Unity, God of Longevity and History, Giver of the Long Life of the Elves, please grant me a chance to come into contact with the source of [Time]."

To directly access the origins of the clergy.

If you're lucky, this could indeed bring considerable benefits.

However, compared to conventional divine blessings, this involves enormous uncertainty. What benefits or supernatural power one can gain from it depends entirely on one's own opportunities, understanding, and compatibility with the concepts of the corresponding field.

If you're unlucky, you might not only fail to get anything, but you could even suffer a severe blow to your soul!

"Directly accessing the origin of [time]?"

Rabelas was slightly surprised by the request, but his expression remained calm and composed.
"Mortal Master, you should think this through."

"This is very dangerous, and it may not achieve the results you want."

"Time is a very broad and powerful concept. It's not easy to get anything out of time."

"Whether mortals or gods, those who try to seize something from the fleeting passage of time almost always fail."

Countless centuries ago, when Rabelas was born from the sacred origin of the universe as an ancient god, he sacrificed one of his eyes in order to better control the powerful divine authority of [Time] and thus be able to observe the flow of the river of time.

Therefore, he understands the power and ruthlessness of time better than most of the gods in the universe.

With a mortal soul, bathing in the long river of time, even if the soul is scattered, it is not impossible.

Elian nodded slightly:
"Don't worry, I'm prepared."

"Even if I end up with nothing, or even suffer serious side effects, I will accept the result."

Rabelas glanced at Elian with a hint of appreciation and smiled faintly:
"it is good."

"I admire your courage, mortal."

The one-eyed deity wearing a single eyepatch held up an hourglass in one hand and the Staff of Time in the other.

A large mass of energy, a mixture of gold and silver, appeared before him.

—The origin of time!

The essence of the clergy is the embodiment of a certain concept or a certain sacred origin in the universe.

(End of this chapter)