CHAPTER 101: CHAPTER 99: THE MERCIFUL FATHER, ILLUMINATING THE PATH TO THE FUTURE

In the following week, Li Qing slowly handled some miscellaneous tasks outside, occasionally watching the war inside.

In terms of time calculation, it had already been more than two months inside, with constant collisions and friction.

A great battle is about to erupt.

Elis is completely unable to hold on, with each collision, the opponent’s sword moves have completely caught up.

Now, she can only start preparing for the final battle, calling upon all the Abyssal Gods, continuously strengthening and improving the structure of the webs, and there have been results.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready."

"Your Majesty, the webs are strengthened."

Countless Abyssal Gods spoke.

There were over a thousand Abyssal Gods present, yet they could only risk their lives for the noble.

"Very well, you have all done well. Even if there is only a five percent chance of winning, I must still go for it."

Elis sat on the throne, hovering in mid-air, gazing at the ocean, "However, this five percent chance of victory is based on one thing."

"What thing?"

The Abyssal Gods were puzzled.

She stood up slowly, said nothing, and just walked down from the throne, looking at the vast Abyssal Ocean below.

The Gods just watched quietly.

She adjusted her pair of transparent wings, stood for a while, "Tell me, how many of the Abyssal lives below have died?"

"That is the accumulation of generations in the Abyss, with vast lands and resources, it is three to four times bigger than the world of Elves, the population should be over one trillion." An Abyss God spoke, "Plus those who have continuously died since your accession, there should be a total of over two trillion."

"Those deceased lives, do they believe in us?" Elis suddenly asked.

The Gods thought for a while, and replied:

"Your Majesty, you lead us Gods, fight for the Abyss, resist that enemy, even laying tracks to the sky for each city, although most could not escape before death, they have witnessed all you’ve done for the Abyss."

"That is enough."

Elis interrupted their flattering:

"At the very least, all these years, I’ve been with you, reforming cities in the Abyss, building civilization, appearing as a worrying monarch for the people... enriching their lives, establishing academies for them, learning knowledge... we’ve gained their adoration."

"The people adore the Abyssal Gods, the achievements are unmatched. Tell me, will the souls of those billions of dead help us open the next Gate of Truth??"

She surveyed the earth, uttering a shocking sentence.

The Abyssal Gods suddenly got goosebumps.

Her words carried an extremely terrifying meaning.

Ever since she took the throne, bringing the Gods, always appearing as a wise ruler in the eyes of the people, gaining the living’s adoration, but in reality preparing the conditions to open the Gate of Truth?

Gaining the living’s adoration, then having the generations of them after death turn into spirits, willing to help push the Gate of Truth.

They felt only terror!

It turns out, she, this Saint Monarch, always had ulterior motives.

Her expression remained calm, "You should know, once it wins, it will kill everyone. Rather than letting it kill you all, why not let me do it."

The Gods’ expressions changed drastically, just about to react.

But the next moment, threads of web suddenly pierced into the back of the heads of the Abyssal Gods.

This was a long-prepared conspiracy.

The Abyssal Gods never expected this person to be more insane than imagined!

She even, ever since ascending the throne, had been secretly probing their structure, analyzing the weaknesses of the Abyssal Gods, so she could instantly enter through the weaknesses and control the brain.

Mind control is her most core power!

Squelch!

One by one, the Abyssal Gods became puppets, just like the three Abyss Dominators back then, controlled to open the Gate of Truth.

"How could I not know you?"

Elis lowered her head, suddenly laughed: "You wanted to use my attack to stall for time, to escape... Abyssal Creation Gods, afraid of death, ready to abandon your own children?"

She laughed coldly: "You guys are truly laughable fathers."

Looking at these fellows, she suddenly remembered the Spider God who once tormented her, abandoning her as a created child like this.

From this point, she and Tukashi were alike.

The two of them were both mortals from the bottom, having deep hatred for these Father Gods who created them.

"Sylph, did she escape?"

Elis suddenly sighed, "The whole Abyss can’t find her, she indeed was a spy from the Elven world, felt something wrong in her heart, hiding in the Elven world."

She looked towards the direction of the World Tunnel, Minis, the Elf Divine King, was welcoming her.

Elis was just silent.

She wouldn’t kill her, but even her life’s only friend, the Naga Witch, left her because of fear.

"Indeed, a person like me could never be trusted."

She spoke in a low voice, her tone gradually turning cold.

From birth, she had nothing, only hatred woven into her childhood, as the father’s beatings and abuse turned their kind, the spiders, into playthings.

And now, her heart and soul yearn for the so-called journey of truth, as it is the only thing she can possess.

Friends, companions, subjects, lovers... everything that people on earth care about were merely fleeting visitors in her life, never truly manifesting.

She murmured, "Fathers, please become the fathers I hope for, embark on your journey."

"In the name of the father, bearing the mission, spreading radiance, paving the way for your children, the death of opening the Gate of Truth will commence a great expedition for this world!"

She suddenly recalled the man who once opened the Gate of Truth, Herodotus’ strong and majestic figure, the battle with flames soaring skyward, eternally imprinted in the deepest part of her growth.

Since then, she has longed for the Gate of Truth.

In this world, she only acknowledges one person, the Imperial Hero Herodotus, truly the great Father God, the pioneer bearing the entire world forward, raising the torch high.

"Salute to the hero."

She removed her crown, bowed elegantly, and looked at the Abyssal Gods before her: "The hero’s hymn, dedicated to the Abyssal Father Gods who opened the Gate of Truth!"

...

Abyss World, Sky City.

In the wizard towers of the abyss, the Abyssal Gods appeared in the city of survivors, bidding their final farewell.

"In this battle, we may likely sacrifice, as we go to face an unbelievable opponent." The Abyssal Ghoul God gazed at the children he created, his expression carrying kindness.

"We might die!" The Burrow Spider God looked at the adorable little spiders, gently caressing their heads, "But you are my children, and I have no choice."

"Since my conscious birth, creating life, ruling times, leading the future, I intended to gradually advance the abyss, but now, a great enemy stands before us."

An Abyssal Deity stood atop the tower, overlooking the land, his tone resolute, "Now, we choose... to seize the moment."

Similar events kept occurring throughout the abyss.

The races, the children created, were all astonished.

Once, in tower after tower, they were various experiments by the Gods, children unloved, granted life, races created.

But now, these Creation Gods, at the last moment, sacrifice their lives to confront the world-ending enemy for these weak ones.

To find them a way out.

This moved them, perhaps their fathers were merely strict, desiring to motivate them, yet in truth, their hearts were filled with deep love.

Elis quietly watched it all from on high.

These were the words she had once longed for immensely, yet now appeared upon the children of the abyss before her, causing her gaze to blur slightly.

"I found myself distracted..."

...

This hurried farewell lasted a long while.

The children wept bitterly, never expecting that during such a period, they could enjoy the fatherly love fantasized countless times in their lives.

And now, the happiness was fleeting, and the fathers had to leave them.

"We, Abyssal Gods, are to all but perish."

"We wish to open the Gate of Truth!"

"Together plunge into the abyss, quell the turmoil, and carve out a brand-new future for the children!"

Rumble!

The Abyssal Gods called out to the entire Abyss World.

Rumble!

This time, it wasn’t just one person opening it, but tens of thousands of Abyssal Gods combined to open the Gate of Truth.

Though the vast deaths of the souls of all beings were shared and diluted countless times, stepping into this door together with these thousands more gods yielded greater results than any previous Gate of Truth.

Rumble!

Beyond thirty-three openings, the world slowed, vaguely seeing countless wandering souls drifting.

"Fathers, we have seen all you’ve done on the ground." They smiled, slowly approaching, like infants with affectionate smiles, returning to their father’s embrace.

Rumble!

Endless radiance enshrouded.

Controlled by thousands of Abyssal Gods, they were controlling the Fairy God Aurora.

Rustle.

A crystal-clear crystal gem slowly emerged on the forehead of the Elf Girl.

She swayed on the swing, gently flapping her cicada-like transparent wings, a crystal holy sword resting on her knee.

Elegance like a snow lotus, snowflake spider silk hair draping over shoulders, rose petal lips, this delicate girl instantaneously became remarkably beautiful.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

In this war machine, the shouts of the Abyssal Gods echoed, rising and falling like tides: "This is my final death!"

And in the abyss, Tukashi gazed blankly at the sky, murmuring in disbelief: "That is?? The Gate of Truth!"