Chapter 1057 Chaos of the Evil God <TOC> Chapter 1059 Guided by Destiny
Translator: SumTLMan
The ruins stand in solemn despair, the remaining large candelabras flickering with embers. The sparks rise into the mid-air, entwining with the persistent snowfall.
Perched atop the dilapidated walls, nestled within the remnants of broken ramparts, encircled within the stained pits; every wizard present in these ruins, maintains a long and profound silence. Memories of the once-flourishing Sky Island, the bustling scene of their peers, only emphasize the stark contrast with the present devastation. Even the most stoic of wizards can’t help but feel a tinge of melancholy.
The wind stirs the robes of the crowd, while the snow settles on the brim of their hats.
This moment is unexpectedly poignant, steeped in the profundity of time and change.
In the chilly silence, someone begins to hum a Requiem. The mournful tune, borne on the smoke of war and the chilling wind, echoes across every corner of Sky Island.
As the haunting melody fades, the wizards within the ruins slowly stir from the sorrowful reverie. It is then, standing amidst the rubble, Lord Mengke speaks his first words.
“I am deeply sorry.” Mengke, adorned in a frosted robe emblazoned with crescent moon symbols on both sides, conceals his face behind a silvery mask. This mask, an integral part of the Frost Moon Silver Crown he wears, is both intricate and splendid.
“The unfortunate disaster was a lapse on Frost Moon’s part. Once the matters at hand are settled, I will compensate according to the terms previously agreed upon.” Mengke pauses, his gaze shifting towards Sanders lurking in the gloomy shadows, then glancing back at Rhine Mute beside him. “Without your assistance, Sky Island might have completely fallen.”
Sanders responds with a curt nod, his face impassive. Rhine Mute, on the other hand, smiles faintly. His eyes inevitably drift towards the ruins’ edge where, beyond a wall of crystal-clear glass, a woman’s figure can be faintly discerned.
Rhine Mute: “It was merely a fortunate coincidence.”
“Rest assured, I will uphold our prior agreement. If I succeed in advancing, I will provide a copy of my breakthrough notes to Lord Rhine.” The promise emanating from Mengke, stirred a flicker of elation in the typically unflappable visage of Rhine Mute.
After this brief introduction, many anticipated that Lord Mengke would lay out plans to rebuild Sky Island. However, his conversation took an unexpected turn.
“I rushed back, not just due to Sineva’s distress call. Simultaneously, I have received a piece of news…”
The descendent of the Demon God will emerge on the surface layers soon?!
As Mengke’s words fell, every wizard present furrowed their brows. Mengke’s intentions were as clear as day; he had been orchestrating in the Abyss for quite some time, hunting for hints of the Demon God’s descendent. Having finally obtained a concrete lead, he naturally prepared to take action against this lineage.
Even though they all knew this day would inevitably arrive, its advent stirred a complex tide of emotions.
Their faces bearing an array of reactions, the wizards broke into a clamor of discussion. Mengke did not press on but rather let the turmoil gradually subside. He knew very well, despite their objections, they would all ultimately endorse his course of action.
His pivotal support from the majority of wizard organizations in the Southern Region wasn’t arbitrary. It was because he, along with the top-level individuals in the Wizarding World — over a dozen titans, including Rhine Mute — had signed the Tarot Confidentiality Agreement. If he truly breaks the legendary threshold, he would document all insights, energy shifts, consciousness perceptions, and information gathered during his breakthrough onto his notes and provide copies to them.
In a world where it’s survival of the fittest, the decision to loosen their lips from those at the pinnacle was a matter of when, not if.
Indeed, not long after, the hubbub subsided, and all eyes gathered once more on Mengke’s figure.
“Given the treaty we’ve established prior, it goes without saying that we shall abide by it. Nonetheless, hunting the descendent of a Demon God is an act that defies the natural order. Even if we succeed, the reverberations would persist, possibly bringing considerable catastrophe to the Wizarding World. I wonder, Lord Mengke, or should I say, Frost Moon Alliance, do you have any sound strategies to deal with this?” The speaker was a middle-aged wizard, his hawkish nose and gloomy gaze betraying his stern nature. The emblem on his wizard’s robe, likened to a cross, signified his identity — a wandering wizard.
Despite their freedom, unburdened by any organization, these wandering wizards also lack the protective shield of wizard institutions. In the advent of a Demon God’s shadow descending upon the Southern Region, their vulnerability increases exponentially in comparison to their organized counterparts.
This wandering wizard’s query was underpinned by his own security, but the rest of the wizards in attendance secretly agreed. They might have the protection of their respective wizard organizations, ensuring their safety, but the Southern Region was their home base. In many instances, their concerns extended beyond immediate tranquility. The old saying goes, “a single thread can move the whole body”; even if they could weather the storm of a Demon God disaster, they would not escape the aftermath unscathed.
This situation is akin to a disruption in the food chain, where one anomaly triggers a chain of disasters. Or it’s comparable to a fluctuating market price, where factors like climate and taxes cause a ripple effect. Catastrophes, as one would imagine, have far more significant impacts.
In response to the wandering wizard’s inquiry, Mengke calmly responded, “I have previously received a message from La Pluie. Even though the shadow of the Demon God looms high, ever since the ravages of the Great Sun Demon God upon the Southern Region thousands of years ago, the World Will has imposed certain restrictions on such otherworldly intruders. Even if a Great Demon God descends upon the Southern Region, reshaping mountains into rivers and overhauling the entire continent is no longer such an easy feat. Moreover, La Pluie has also mentioned that the disaster of the Demon God might not truly descend upon the Southern Region.”
Mengke’s final remark left all the wizards present in a state of surprise. Hunting a descendent of a Demon God without stirring the wrath of the Demon God itself seems implausible. However, Mengke’s demeanor didn’t indicate deceit.
And La Pluie, after all, is the “Immortal Crown Bearer”, the true leader of the Crown Star Church.
The words he’s spoken, they must bear some truth, right?
Could it be that the catastrophe of the Demon God truly won’t befall us?
Amidst the tumultuous chatter of the crowd, Mengke casts a veiled glance, his eyelids faintly lowering. La Pluie did indeed suggest the Demon God might not descend upon them, yet a lack of descent doesn’t promise tranquility. At the very least, La Pluie’s anxieties have not lessened, instead, they perhaps exceed Mengke’s own estimations. However, such concerns could not be voiced at this time.
In any case, his sights are set on the legendary realm. Any other problems, he would temporarily cast aside.
Nevertheless, Mengke isn’t completely unconcerned about the Southern Region. He has at least prepared some contingencies, such as a plan involving the Mysterious Object of the Song of the Deep Sea.
At this time, Sineva steps forward, elaborating on the Frost Moon’s potential intervention and compensation measures in the event of a true catastrophe. Her explanations soothe the assembled wizards, gradually restoring calm.
Mengke then begins to assign tasks. The reconstruction of Sky Island is temporarily shelved. The current imperative has shifted to: the Hunting Plan!
Mengke’s plans in the Abyss have been laid for many years, and the original strategy is near completion. Now, they only need to make final alterations based on the locations where the Demon God’s descendent emerges.
“Mengke, after all that’s been said, we’re still uncertain about where the Demon God’s descendent will emerge. Is it the Gate of Machinery, or perhaps the Den of Evil?”
This inquiry, proposed by many others, is a shared concern among them. All eyes once again focus on Mengke.
Mengke replies in a soft voice, “Neither, it’s the Demon City La Sutherland——”
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Within the shadowy crevices of the ruins, Sanders, wearing a poker face, listens to Mengke’s Hunting Plan.
Throughout the preceding dialogue, Sanders refrained from expressing his stance. He understood his personal will had no bearing on the prevailing course of events, thus he elected to silently endure until the meeting’s conclusion.
To Sanders, Mengke’s legendary realm plan was enticing, however, he was fully cognizant of the boundless potential of Angel’s Wilderness of Dreams, a potential that was palpably evident. As for Mengke, whether he could eventually break through was still a mystery.
Mengke aspired to attain a breakthrough by leveraging the bloodline of the Demon God’s descendent, an ambition grounded merely on an ancient wizard’s scroll that narrated analogous incidents. However, the pertinence and contemporaneity of the experimental data outlined in this scroll was open to question.
At the very least, Sanders was presently uninterested in pursuing this unconventional approach.
Upon the conclusion of the meeting, Sanders immediately sought Rhine Mute’s company. However, Rhine Mute’s attention was captivated by Samantha who was advancing towards them from the snowy distance.
In Rhine’s eyes, Samantha was a stunning enchantress, likened to an ice maiden. However, to Sanders, she was broken glass, the sort that could never be entirely mended.
As Samantha drew near, she cast a cold, sidelong glance at Rhine Mute and a scornful smirk tugged at her lips. She had initially intended to utter some words but upon noticing Sanders, she swallowed back her sharp retort, offered a cold snort and then redirected her steps towards the location where Lord Mengke resided.
Rhine Mute heaved a helpless sigh.
After wallowing in self-reproach for a considerable duration, Rhine turned to Sanders and commented, “You saw that, didn’t you? Samantha actually wanted to lash out at me just now, but she held back, maintaining a ladylike facade in your presence. Have you truly not considered Samantha? Perhaps, if you were to unite, she might return to the Savage Grottoes.”
Standing against the burgeoning tide of Rhine’s concern, Sanders’s response was both definitive and impassive: “No.”
Seeing Rhine eager to continue, Sanders cut him short decisively, “What is the plan concerning Angel?”
Upon the mention of Angel, Rhine’s expression turned somewhat grave. After all, it was he who personally ushered Angel into the innermost circle of the organization as he held a high regard for Angel’s potential.
Sanders revealed his earlier discovery — the location of his essence blood on Angel seemed to be within the third layer of the Abyss, “If Angel remains safe and sound, then he might not be in Ice Valley anymore. But even if we know he’s on the third layer of the Abyss, the precise whereabouts still remain an unsolved puzzle.”
The quandary of whether to search for clues in Ice Valley or look for traces of Angel on the third layer was leaving Sanders in a state of indecision.
After a moment of contemplation, Rhine admitted: “Indeed, the current situation is quite perplexing, but it doesn’t mean we are without options.”
A while later, Rhine guided Sanders to a corner of Sky Island.
This area used to be an open field, located adjacent to the Upside-down Waterfall. Not long ago, it was a popular spot on Sky Island for waterfall viewing. However, at present, it was adorned with numerous tombstones.
Those who perished in the previous Chaos of the Evil God, the majority were laid to rest here.
In this freshly established graveyard, an elderly man, stooped and leaning on his cane, was moving slowly among the graves, his figure bracing against the wind and snow…
Chapter 1057 Chaos of the Evil God <TOC> Chapter 1059 Guided by Destiny