100X Returns System: I Dominate the Age of Gods - Chapter 343. Victors Write History - 4

Deep within the Abyss, far below the realm of Aris, stood a massive hall drowned in darkness and dim lights.

The chamber resembled an ancient throne room carved out of grey stone. Countless demonic runes pulsed across the walls. At the center of the hall, arranged in a vast arc, stood several enormous thrones facing a single massive broadcast crystal levitating straight up in the air.

Unlike ordinary communication crystals, this one radiated an ominous red glow, clearly indicating that it ran on demonic energy. Its surface flickered with the ongoing transmission from the Holy Sun Empire, in which Annasthsia addressed the whole continent.

Right here inside the abyss, several demon lords gathered to watch the broadcast together.

The throne in the leftmost corner appeared as though it had been formed from rotting muscle and exposed veins of a creature. Rivers of molten lava coursed through its fleshy structure, and it was similar to blood for them; it released waves of intense glare and heat into the surrounding darkness.

Upon it sat Demon Lord Amon, completely unaffected; his own body seemed constructed from the fleshy remains of creatures.

His grotesque frame was motionless as he stared at the crystal in silence. Long horns curved backward from his skull while glowing cracks spread across his massive body like volcanic fissures.

Beside him, there was another monstrous throne that erupted from the ground. This one was covered entirely in eyes belonging to different species and races of creatures.

Some large, some tiny, all embedded directly into the throne’s surface. The eyeballs twitched constantly as if they were alive; their pupils darted in every direction independently, as if each eye had its own will. Just the sight of these eyes created an unsettling sight that could drive weaker minds into madness.

The throne belonged to Demon Lord Kylark.

Seven eyes were arranged horizontally beneath his forehead, forming a chain. His head was unnaturally wide, his nose was flattened into a monstrous shape, and though his body resembled a muscular humanoid with violet skin, each of his hands possessed seven fingers. Right now, these thick fingers gripped the armrest of the throne tightly, pressing against the eyes and making them bleed a black liquid, creeping into the ground.

Even without moving, the demon radiated a threatening aura.

All these Demon Lords alone possessed enough power to plunge entire continents into catastrophe.

And yet today, they had gathered here merely to watch a broadcast.

Seated near Kylark was a woman whose beauty stood in horrifying contrast to the monstrous hall around her.

Demon Lord Lilith.

Her throne was constructed from the still-beating hearts of countless creatures belonging to different races. The massive organs pulsed rhythmically beneath her as though alive, releasing wet sounds into the silent chamber.

Lilith possessed pale skin and an enchanting figure capable of stirring desire in almost any mortal who laid eyes upon her. Every movement she made carried allure that enchanted any spectator, but hidden beneath that beauty was a sinister demoness.

Her crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as she slowly licked her lips while watching the figures displayed in the broadcast.

Beside her stood a throne crafted entirely from silver mirrors. And seated atop it was perhaps the strangest figure present in the hall.

It was a toddler.

Its face was smooth and metallic, devoid of expression, while the rest of its body appeared humanoid and infant-like.

This was Demon Lord Belial.

Having recently suffered defeat and temporary death, he had only revived a few days ago and remained trapped within a newborn body while his powers had yet to recover; it would take a few years for that to happen.

The infant slammed tiny fists against the armrest furiously.

“What nonsense are these people spouting?!” he screamed in an enraged baby voice. “Since when did any of this happen?!”

His rage only intensified as Anastasia’s speech continued through the crystal.

“Rudra killed the Demon Lord of Undeath? Orcus?” Belial shouted. “When did such a Demon Lord even exist in the Abyss?! What kind of fabricated lies are these?”

His metallic eyes glowed sharply.

“And when did we ever collude with those filthy Primarchs? Those insects are not worthy of negotiating with us!”

A calm chuckle echoed nearby.

“That is called rewriting history and controlling the narrative.”

Demon Lord Clayman said with a lazy tone.

Unlike the others, his appearance resembled a dark elf, though his skin carried a deep blue-black hue unnatural even for demonic races. His throne looked as though it had been sculpted from melted flesh and acidic sludge, with corrosive liquid dripping endlessly from its edges.

Clayman rested his head casually against one hand while watching the broadcast with amused eyes.

“Though,” he continued calmly, “their story is not entirely false. We did assist that bastard child of Lux in taking over the empire.”

His gaze narrowed slightly.

“Personally, I am more interested in the White Raven standing beside the boy.”

For the first time, genuine curiosity surfaced in his expression.

“My instincts tell me that creature possesses demonic characteristics, yet I cannot exert racial suppression over his mind.”

Before anyone else could respond, Kylark spoke in his gravelly voice.

“Should we just invade this woman’s nest already?” he growled while glaring at Anastasia through the crystal. “I dislike her voice. It’s so soft that it irritates me.”

A deep laugh rumbled from Amon’s throne.

“Why bother moving around so much,” he said lazily, “when we can simply lure these pests to us instead?”

“Khehehe…” Lilith laughed softly. “Amon darling, you’ve always been so lazy about dealing with others.”

Her smile turned teasing.

“Though strangely enough, I never see that lethargy when it comes to nightly activities.”

Amon immediately grimaced in disgust.

“Tsk. I would never enter your filthy cave, Lilith. Too many lesser races have already crawled through it.”

His molten eyes narrowed mockingly.

“If you’re that desperate, send your daughter instead while you watch from afar.”

Lilith burst into delighted laughter.

“Oh my, how cruel. But you wouldn’t survive my daughter anyway. She’s developed sharp teeth in her cave; she devours her victim’s manhood directly, unlike me.

Amon snorted.

“I cannot defeat you in shamelessness.”

“Can the two of you focus on the actual problem?!” Belial screamed while slamming his tiny fists against the throne again.

Lilith merely smirked at him.

“Relax, little one. You’ll have your chance after you finish growing up.” Deranged laughter spread through the chamber.

Even Belial’s furious expression only amused the other Demon Lords.

Finally, Belial gritted his teeth and growled, “Do any of you understand what attacked me during my last invasion? If you had witnessed it yourselves, you wouldn’t be sitting there laughing!”

“Calm down, Belial,” Amon replied dismissively. “Since when have these sheep ever posed a true threat to us?”

He leaned back against his throne and smiled wryly.