Chapter 627: Storm Lord Bachard

Beyond the shores of the Sea of Cursed Throats, a battered fleet slowly and stealthily patrolled along the coast, with crew members constantly watching the opposite shore from the lookout towers on each ship.
These sentries were searching for escaped slaves on the coast so that their kind could be brought aboard.
Although the Wolfkin avoided this region, which filled them with hatred, their king assigned a group of Terror Birds to station there, allowing them to feed on escaped slaves.
Thus, under the watch of these powerful abyssal predators, the coast remained extremely dangerous.
This forced the escaped slaves to be extremely cautious to avoid suffering the same tragic fate that had befallen others before!
At this moment, Donald’s avatar was hundreds of miles away, disguised as an ordinary human, wrapped in an unremarkable gray cloak, searching in the direction of the coast.
He couldn’t use the will of a true god to search over a large area, as that would surely alert some beings here. Even if Yenogu were not present, they might sense a problem in his domain and return, disrupting his ultimate plan!
So Donald could only search patiently and secretly.
Fortunately, Bachard’s location was quite obvious. Less than half an hour later, Donald spotted the massive figure of this ancient demon lord among the coastal rocks.
“A guest from the heavens! That’s quite rare in the Endless Abyss!”
When Donald approached Bachard, the ancient demon lord spoke to him in a slow, melancholic tone.
Donald wasn’t surprised that Bachard had recognized his identity. After all, Bachard had once been a powerful demon lord who ruled multiple layers of the abyss, his strength comparable to that of the current three abyssal giants. Even with his weakened will, his realm was beyond the reach of ordinary demon lords.
If not for his loss of power, even Yenogu, the Wolfkin god, would not dare to approach Bachard.
Donald learned from Ignatz that since ruling the 422nd plane, the Wolfkin king would visit this dying Storm Lord from time to time, hoping to gain more knowledge from him. Yenogu’s success in becoming a god was closely tied to Bachard’s existence.
However, the cruel and cunning Wolfkin king never showed true respect to this ancient demon; otherwise, he might have gained even more.

“Great Lord of Storms. Donald, the Guardian of Nature, sends his greetings to you!”
Since Donald had come with a request, and though the other party was in a pitiful state now, he had once been a great being, Donald showed Bachard the most basic respect.
“You are the first deity I’ve seen since the fall of Azar. State your purpose!”
Donald spoke bluntly without pretense: “There seems to be a change coming in the Abyss soon, so I want to take this opportunity to weaken its power. His Majesty Ignatz the Great told me of your existence, so I came to try my luck!”
“I see. Even the Lord of Elves plans to take action? Deity, I must say you’re quite lucky to have come to me!”
Bachard’s remaining will uttered with a peculiar smile.
“The few true gods who know of my existence are either arrogant or self-righteous. Though they are interested in some ancient secrets from my memories, their arrogance makes them think that I, as a former demon lord, would never reveal anything to them. And the weaker gods, even if they know of my existence, cannot reach the depths of the Abyss.”
“Foolishly, they don’t realize that I’ve always been looking forward to and welcoming visits from true gods!”
Although Bachard, once a demon monarch, was an enemy of the true gods in the upper realms, the Lord of Storms harbored resentment toward both the demons who betrayed it and the Abyssal will that abandoned it. Thus, he had withdrawn himself from the Abyssal faction, leaving him with little prejudice against this true god, Donald.
Moreover, with constant pain as his only reality, his sole pleasure was talking to others. Even someone as detestable as Yenogu could gain some benefit from his words—so one can imagine!
That’s why, as soon as Donald began speaking, the Lord of Storms shared some of the memories preserved in his remaining will.
It was a story from a time long before the demons of today, about the rise and fall of the oldest demons.
Normally, only a trusted, frequent visitor could hear such tales from Bachard. And those who could come to meet the Lord of Storms were mostly Abyssal demons, aside from a few escaped slaves. Thus, it’s likely no one as cynic as Bachard has ever been trusted to this extent.
Consequently, it was the only heavenly true god who had visited Bachard over the years who came to know the Lord of Storms’ secrets.

“As some ancient theories suggest, the demons of today did not originate from the Abyss, but are hybrids who migrated from the filthiest places in some other universe, seeing the prospects of new demons. The selfish Mother of the Abyss abandoned us, the evil races she created, who have long vanished into the annals of history…”
“In fact, I once revealed these secrets to a human slave who escaped from Yeno’s enslavement, but that guy was merely curious and surprised by these legends; he couldn’t fully grasp their significance. He was more concerned with obtaining more knowledge from me to strengthen his own power, which greatly disappointed me.”
“Is that so? Then it’s a loss for him! If one could delve deeper into understanding and pursuing these secrets, the benefits would be immense—there’s even a chance of reaching immortality and becoming a deity!”
Compared to that mortal slave, Donald was different. Whether it was his broad perspective and knowledge stemming from two lifetimes and experiences beyond the multiverse, or his discussions about the multiverse’s situation and joint strategies with great beings like the Elven Lord, acquiring these secrets, some of the oldest in the multiverse, brought immeasurable benefits to them.
Donald’s visit as an upper-tier divine being gave the dying Storm Lord a glimmer of hope. With only a faint will left and bound by the Abyss, unable to use any offensive powers, Bachard, through prolonged reflection, unexpectedly grasped the power of prophecy. From the moment he saw Donald arrive, he sensed that the course of fate had already begun to change.
Moreover, Donald had the Elven Lord backing him—a being even Bachard had feared during his prime!
That’s why Bachard was willing to reveal everything to this divine incarnation before him!
After all, he had lived long enough; dying once more would merely be liberation. He had nothing worth others coveting. It was better to entrust this opportunity to a divine being of the lawful faction than to trust those capricious chaotic beings of the Abyss.
As one who once ruled these demonic creatures, Bachard knew their nature well. Unless a strict and unbreakable supreme contract was established, those beings who would even deceive themselves were utterly untrustworthy!