Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 51 In-Depth

When the demon king Fabuti and the giant king Olmir went to war, Truman threw out the demon ritual he was holding, and the ritual was restored to its operating state.

He stole this demonic ritual precisely for this moment.

The revived demonic ritual exuded a corrupting aura that rapidly spread outwards, connecting to the abyss and capable of defiling everything.

Truman raised his hand and summoned the sunlight of the Creator's Kingdom, suppressing the corrupting aura within a certain range.

Amanisis gently raised his hand, concealing the fates of the three.

Truman had a few drops of demon blood on his hand; these were spilled by the demon angel and stolen by him.

"Come out!" Truman's Sage's Robe flashed with a surge of information, which was then analyzed.

After a few breaths, Truman had become quite familiar with the demon angel. Then, he reached out and pulled out the demon angel's historical projection.

The demon angel began to pray, causing a faint passage to appear in the projection of the abyss.

"Let's go!" Truman used his "Planetary Planeswalker" ability to tear open space and took the lead into the passage, heading towards the abyss deep in the ocean beyond the continent.

Amanisis threw out a crimson moon, which Lilith caught in perfect unison. She activated the crimson moon, and its blood-red light poured down, blocking the teleportation channel.

This will be their path to return.

"The environment in the abyss is harsh; even angels cannot survive there except for 'criminals.'" Truman walked into the abyss, and was immediately hit by the filthy and corrupt smell of sulfur.

He took out the Black Emperor's Crown and put it on his head, and a twisted force disrupted the survival rules of the Abyss.

"Huh? Something's not right!" Truman suddenly felt a real attraction coming from the bottom of the abyss, and the black emperor crown on his head was trembling.

It's yearning!

"To build a viable order in the harshest of environments..."

This is a manifestation of the "Black Emperor's" power, twisted to the extreme, to recreate a complete set of feasible order.

Of course, adjacent pathways also have the ability to directly formulate special rules.

The abyss is harsh enough; you won't find a place with a worse environment in the entire universe.

But many weak demons are able to survive here, something that only angels from other paths can do.

"Did the Demon Lord devour the high-level characteristics of both pathways of order?" Truman guessed.

The Demon Lord's madness is comparable to that of the Destruction Wolf. He is the kind of ancient god who can even abandon his own identity. He has at least two high-level characteristics, or even more!

"It seems the Demon Lord didn't die in the end, or perhaps his traits were torn off during the war of the gods..."

In Truman's memory, angels were cut off and their bodies broken down into characteristics, so it's possible that the Demon Lord was in the same situation.

Amanisis and Lilithine also entered the abyss, frowning at the harsh environment.

Lilith, in particular, with her extremely vigorous life force, made no attempt to conceal her disgust.

"Only a madman like Fabti would occupy the Abyss."

Lilith has completely "come ashore" and never thought much of these ancient gods, especially these remnants of the old era.

"Wasn't the Abyss created by Fabuti?" Truman recalled this.

"I'm not sure... everything is untraceable before we develop intelligence, and the abyss has existed since the time I have memories."

Lilith hadn't expected Truman to ask such a question. She raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly and said uncertainly.

"When Fabti first appeared and fought against us, he crawled out of the abyss."

That means it's impossible to be sure.

Truman and the two goddesses walked through the abyss, their eyes meeting blackish-red lava, the air thick with the smell of sulfur and filth.

"It's true that such a harsh environment is unsuitable for survival, but it's not enough to say that it threatens the angels."

Truman straightened his black emperor crown, emanating a sense of authority that distorted the rules here. Within a certain range, the three of them would not be affected by the rules of the abyss.

Boo!

A seemingly insignificant sound caused all three of them to change their expressions drastically.

Whoosh! A wave of pollution, as real as a tidal wave, surged in.

It was black, red, and even indescribable colors of decay, which formed a tide that would sweep across the entire abyss every so often!

Truman, through the Black Emperor's control and distortion of the rules, forcibly carved out a safe haven amidst the tide, standing within it and enduring the impact of this pollution and depravity.

At the same time, he captured the information that only soil, air, and stones could record, and deduced some information about this place.

"This power has surpassed Sequence Two..."

Amanises maintained a semi-hidden state, with only a faint phantom existing within him. He sensed this filthy and depraved status and made judgments.

"Fabut has no first-order subordinate gods," Lilith added.

So why does such a high level of pollution still exist here after Fabuti left the abyss?

"It's either the abyss itself or it comes from outside the abyss!" Truman realized this as well.

Either way, the Abyss is seriously problematic!

"Let's go straight there!" Truman tore through space and teleported to the deepest part of the abyss.

That is the realm where the demon lord Fabti lives and slumbers, filled with unimaginable pollution—the kind of pollution that can affect even gods!

This is why Sasriel even paid a high price to get the three of them to work together.

He knew the situation at the deepest part of the abyss, and only when the Demon King was fighting the Giant King did he have such an opportunity.

"Watch out!" The three of them stood at the entrance to the last level of the abyss. Lilith stopped and did not rush in.

"What's wrong?"

Truman and Amanisis both stopped, tensing up to guard against any unexpected events.

"There is a lot of life force inside."

Lilith frowned, looking at the entrance to the final level of the abyss, sensing something strange.

"We are near the very bottom of the abyss, a place only angels among demons are qualified to reach, where life is pitifully scarce."

Truman and Amanisis both understood Lilith's meaning and became more wary.

"I'll go in first." Truman walked toward the gate to the abyss; he couldn't back down here.

He opened the Book of Dreams in his hand, and a large amount of dreamlike phosphorescence enveloped his body.

He was confident that even if the Demon Lord Fabuti were here in person, with the Book of Dreams present, he wouldn't be killed by a single glance.

Truman stepped forward but did not touch the abyss gate. Instead, he tore through space and "opened the door" to enter.

"Are you kidding me? This is the last level of the 'Abyss'?" Truman's astonished voice came through the still-open door.

The two goddesses exchanged a glance and walked in side by side.

(End of this chapter)