It connected into several input ports of the Throne, and from the head of the sleeping Chloe extended a pair of curved black dragon horns. Inside the body, the Black Mist Dragon shook its head, licked the corner of its mouth, and devoured all the resentment, madness, and unknown whispers that had entered together with the darkness.
Belial's idea was simple. Since the other side was being troubled by these things, the first step was to put on headphones, and as for the resentment and darkness that poured in together, there was no need to say more. Resentment was exactly what his God of Destruction Template specialized in. Other junk was useless to him. Since he could not move the other party, he would just operate in reverse.
What Chloe experienced inside the Divine Kingdom was unknown to her. She only looked at the golden Great Dragon in front of her, unmoving, as if deep in thought. In the blink of an eye, her gaze became lively again. The reconnected Belial stared at Chloe and, for the moment, did not plan to ask any troublesome questions.
"By the way, have you seen this kind of light that feels like a Divine Emissary?" Recalling the light that had assisted him several times before, Belial projected a bit of simulated aura for her to identify. He assumed these two knew each other, otherwise it would not have been such a coincidence every time.
"Are you asking me… about Dawn's whereabouts?" Feeling that familiar aura, Chloe paused. Daylight was looking for Dawn? These two belonged to the same divine aspect, so did they really have no mutual sensing and still needed to ask her?
But strangely enough, she actually did know. Earlier, that Goddess had asked her to use her identity as a Chosen Hero one last time, borrowing the power of the Holy Sword to tear open a Rift leading to the Abyss. After that, there was almost no news at all.
The most likely place was the Abyss. After all, that one shared the same light-aspected divinity. If even that could not be located, then only a place like the Abyss would make sense. She also seemed to have glimpsed a familiar light deep within the Abyss.
Even so, Chloe did not dare to be certain. Why would Goddess leave her own safe place and suddenly run to a place like the Abyss? There were dozens of Evil God lurking there. What was she even doing?
"As for Goddess of Dawn's movements, this is all I know for now." After thinking it over, Chloe converted the faint impressions in her mind into a jpg and sent them over. Once this last bit of information was transmitted, the connection was cleanly cut.
"Has the connection been disconnected… that is a bit of a shame, hmm?" Chloe subconsciously touched her head and immediately felt something strange. It felt like horn-shaped protrusions, with dense, scale-like bumps.
"…Horns?" Growing horns? She was still a normal human. Demonkind horns only appeared because of bodily corrosion when using the Crown. They were not supposed to actually grow.
Then came the shock. Normally, even keeping her eyes open on the Throne took great effort. Why could she now so naturally raise her hand and touch her head? She realized she could not only do that, but also easily control her body, such as lifting her hand to block the sunlight that felt a bit glaring.
Her body felt very different. The headache was much better, and the noisy sounds by her ears were gone. It almost felt like being reborn, even though it was merely the sensation of being a normal person again. Even so, this was a precious experience. After sitting too long, she even felt her waist was a bit sore, and a bit of dust fell onto Chloe's head.
"Wait." "There is light here again… ah?"
Chloe forced herself to adjust to the long-unseen sunlight and looked up at the sky. When had her Demon King hall been broken open with such a huge hole? For a moment, she almost instinctively tried to push with her legs and stand up, but she could not.
She fell into thought. Her body was better, but she still could not move. What should she do? Her hall was broken too. Did that mean she would be exposed to sun and rain from now on?
After receiving the information, Belial hurried off immediately. The reason was simple: what he saw made him panic. He asked where the person had gone, and the other side sent him a screenshot. That place was very familiar. It was another map battlefield where he had fought King Ghidorah before.
Could the meaning be any clearer? Seriously? You sent a coordinate, and it turned out to be the place he had rushed into with a solar-powered battle axe? Just to finish off a kill? Was that really necessary?
For a while, Belial felt numb. His ally had directly rushed the enemy's spawn point just to scout and send him the coordinates. "Well, forget it. I planned to go there sooner or later anyway. Now I just have to go without any preparation."
As he flew through the air, his gaze sharpened again. There was work to do, and the destination was obvious: charging into the territory of those dozens of bastards. One reason was to probe them, and the other was to retrieve someone.
He had originally planned to gather some intelligence and prepare, but time could not be wasted now. In any case, waiting in place was never his style. Before, the main reason he had been so passive was that the enemy was hidden while he was exposed, and he could not find their location.
Once he found them, he would rush over and pin them down immediately, without wasting any words. Now that the coordinates were already lit up, there was no need to hesitate. As for whether he would be beaten to death by dozens of them after charging in, he had considered it. It was possible, but unlikely. There was no rule saying he could only fight and not run.
Worst case, he would rush in and activate Burning Mode to blow it all up. As the final swan song of the Heisei Era, Burning Mode could absolutely be trusted in terms of raw numbers. Then he would bet that the revival armor of the God of Destruction was sturdy enough. All things considered, his chances were not bad.
From a sensory standpoint, that place was different from the Void he usually saw after breaking through Shard space. It was filled with endless resentment. At this scale, if he replaced it with the number of those wretched races he had killed before, then even if he had slaughtered hundreds of millions, it would still not match what he could see with a casual glance here. The strange thing was that this map clearly had no life at all, no souls or any other traces of existence. Where did all this resentment come from?
Or did the world have some kind of waste exhaust mechanism, using the outside as a dumping ground? Maybe that was actually the case. "This should be about the place. Luckily, the hole smashed open by Red Lotus Dragon earlier has not fully repaired. It should still be enough for me to get out."
After comparing the size of the opening, Belial knocked down a few more pieces out of guilt and tossed them aside. Without hesitation, he jumped through and returned to the previous battlefield. He spread his wings and spewed out surging white light. In a place with almost no material resistance, his speed was no longer something like tens of Mach.
Given enough time, he could accelerate to several times the speed of light and break the limits of the setting itself. It was far more extreme than ordinary Space. He usually did not use this because, first, he did not need interstellar travel, and second, if Rodan caused that much trouble just flying around on the ground, what would happen if something moving several times faster than light flew along the surface?
To reach light-speed, he also needed planetary gravity and the frictionless vacuum of the universe to keep pushing and accelerating. He began to breathe steadily, and his body's instinctive response caused layers of sturdy Crystal to proliferate across his surface, glowing brightly.
In the end, they wrapped him into a massive Crystal mass resembling a giant hedgehog. These Crystal could effectively prevent heat loss and store energy. Then he activated Gravity Manipulation, which was clearly much better suited for this environment.
His body gradually accelerated. After what felt like about an hour, he had already reached several times his former maximum speed. The deeper he went, the more he could feel the dense concentration of resentful souls. With cosmic positioning, he was not afraid of losing direction, but the environment here was even worse than Space. There was not even the slightest external gravity, and a single mistake in control could make him spin endlessly and never return.