Chapter 127 - C127 Five Years Later

Five years had passed.

The faith of the Divine Spirit of Life and Death had spread across the bases of humanity. Even the big organizations were already infiltrated by Allen's fanatics.

However, things did not end there. They wanted their Lord to be known all over the world and, most of all, they wanted him to become the sole God of humanity. The God that is worshiped by all humans.

Meanwhile, the God that they wanted to lift up at this moment had laid low.

Although his authority is still there, the saints and the angels have not seen their Lord all that time. However, they knew that he was still there.

"Cold Wind, where do you think is our Lord?" Plague asked cold winds.

After Allen went to Base 355, he returned to his shrine and revived Cold Wind as an angel. After that, nobody knew where he had gone.

Allen literally disappeared in human society.

Of course, the two angels did not know if this is for good or for bad.

The war between the Demons and the human had gone worse. The frontlines are not infested with demonic creatures such as the zombies.

The dying corpse of the humans on the battlefields was revived back by the demonic energy is the battlefield. Along with them is the corpse of the beasts and demonic beast who had unparallel prowess.

Meanwhile, as the zombies appeared, the plant in the vicinity evolved which was also due to the demonic energy.

"Do you think this is a work of a Demon?" Plague asked.

They are inside Allen's shrine in the vicinity of Base 355.

"I am not sure. But I don't think normal demonic energy can cause that."

Although Cold Wind is not an expert, he had his experiences from Asgard.

"Is there nothing like this from where you came from?"

"None. Or at least, there are none like this near my lake."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

Plague was confused. He did not think that the Asgardian Realm had the size of one-third of Japan.

"Naïve! Do you think the Asgardian Realm is small?"

Plague scratched his head and smiled wryly as he was called naïve.

"Right, how can it be small?"

After he said that he went silent and had an expression of longing.

Meanwhile, as Cold Wind saw him, he knew what he is thinking.

"Don't think much about it. I too did not like that realm."

Plague looked at him and wished to know more.

"That realm is not heaven. It was full of peril. Even at the ranks of an admiral at that time I am not confident to roam around."

As Cold Wind said that, he had a melancholic expression as he recalled how he met his Lord, the Divine Spirit of Life and Death.

They continued their idle talk.

As they did so, they are rather enjoying their selves because of what they are hearing.

The praises of Allen's followers kept resonating in their surroundings. They are surrounded by songs and praises towards the Divine Spirit of Life and Death.

This is only possible because the angels are creatures that are close to their Lord.

Meanwhile, most of the time, they both use this was to have a vague idea in the outside world. There are also times that the foolish and ignorant one uses the name of their Lord in vain and even disrespects it.

If that happens, they would send a wisp of Divine energy to punish him.

…

Meanwhile, on Allen's side.

He was in a rather backwater base of the human race.

The base is backwater because it was built in the later years of the war. The base he was in is the Base 503.

One must know that there is a total of five admirals in the military and each of them had a territory with one hundred bases. Then as for the remaining three, no one rules over it.

The base is rather lawless but to everyone's disappointment, there are no traces of Demons in the place.

That is what attracted Allen here. Furthermore, his Divine energy is also rather restricted. There are even times that they would want to leave his body. Fortunately, the relic that was given by the Ratatoskr hides his scent. If not, whatever's attracting his Divine energy might have succeeded.

"Chef Allen, one steak," a lady wearing a waiter's outfit said.

Sizzle!

"One steak coming up," Allen said as he scooped the cooked steak from the frying pan.

This might be laughable and rather embarrassing but Allen is working as a chef. However, he is not working for someone else. Instead, he built one for himself.

Meanwhile, although he is busy with his 'career', he did not forget that he is still a Divine Spirit with growing numbers of followers. However, he was not as interactive as before knowing that he has a pair of angels that would do the petty things for him.

"The soup is ready."

Allen yelled as he finished another order.

Time passed, at midnight, his restaurant is already closed.

"Chef Allen, another with plenty of satisfied customers."

Allen's restaurant is not that big. However, it had plenty of customers willing to wait just to eat their food.

Sometimes, others would even pay twice the original price just to eat.

At the same time, amidst the lawless base, the restaurant is the only place that was organized.

"Are you closing the restaurant? Open it, I will eat."

A masculine man entered and was rather dissatisfied as he saw Allen and the others closing the restaurant.

"The boss is eating, serve him, with the best you've got."

The fat man with a long chin behind him said.

Meanwhile, Allen's two waiters looked at him; waiting for his decision.

The masculine man is a well-known figure in the base. He is one of the figures that no one dares to mess with.

He is the boss of the biggest organization in the base.. He is known for his herculean strength.