Chapter 1063 Void Demon Seamus <TOC> Chapter 1065 Abyssal Awakening
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In the past, there have been several manifestations of the extraordinary at Angel’s establishment, including the breakthrough visions of Prapa and Canaan, but none have been as dramatic as Hai.
Hai, herself, not only radiated an enchantingly profound azure glow, but she was also undergoing a transformation.
At a glance, without taking into consideration the mouth on her forehead, Hai’s appearance almost mirrored that of a human, albeit scantily clad. But now, she seemed to shed her human-like façade, donning an alternative new guise.
Traces of blue water patterns emerged on her skin, and the previously exposed areas of interest began to be naturally enveloped by reflective, radiant scales. The alteration in skin tone was just the most rudimentary change as her form was also expanding at a jaw-dropping pace.
In a mere matter of seconds, she had grown to the maximum limit the wooden cabin could accommodate.
Amidst Angel’s troubled expression, the ceiling of the wooden cabin exploded with a loud “bang.”
Countless fragments were scattered, and thanks to Canaan’s control of a water barrier, the splintered wood was intercepted, preventing any disturbance to the guests who were still immersed in the Rhythm of the Ocean in the yard.
Hai’s transformation was not yet complete; her size continued to inflate. The attic, unable to withstand the strain, was utterly blown away by her wildly waving hair that danced like serpents.
In less than a minute, she had metamorphosed from a petite stature to a form that could rival a giant.
Angel, expressionless, turned to Canaan and asked, “Is this the true form of a Panaces Succubus?”
At this moment, Canaan was also somewhat dazed. She had been working here for more than three days, yet this was the first time she encountered such a monumental shift in events that it even swept away the entire shop.
She took a while to come back to her senses, shaking her head at Angel and said, “As far as I recall, the true form of a Panaces Succubus…isn’t like this…Like other succubi, they are usually petite.”
The succubus itself is not a demon that relies on physical combat. Its mental strength and the ability to charm are the techniques upon which it depends for survival.
Therefore, even if it is cast into the evolutionary choice of other demonic creatures, Panaces Succubus should not become so huge, should it?
If it’s not her true form, then what could it be?
Angel gazed at the transformation of Hai, who originally could be considered exotically attractive. However, now she bore no semblance of beauty.
The inflation of her head caused her facial features to elongate, looking fierce and terrifying. The mouth on her forehead was no longer the cherry-like small mouth of before, but it had completely let go of its restraint, opening wide like the blooming of a venus flytrap.
Her back had sprouted countless tentacles, flexing like spider legs, and the shimmering scales on her body under the light gave off an illusion as if she had sprouted numerous glowing tails.
Angel sighed. He had initially thought that when Hai vomited Seamus’s bone, it was horrifying enough, but the current scene was even more terrifying.
“This form seems to be…” Fafnir, on the other side, suddenly furrowed her brows.
As Angel was waiting for Fafnir to continue, a figure enveloped with an aura of endless terror suddenly swept across the sky that could be seen through the destroyed roof.
Emerging from the inner city of La Sutherland, a shadowy figure took to the sky, levitating ominously.
“It’s Lord Iadase!” Canaan staggered backward, a look of sheer terror on her face.
Angel had heard Hai mention Iadase’s name before, but he had no knowledge of who Iadase truly was. However, he had no time to seek clarification from Canaan, for he was completely immobilized by the dreadful aura that emanated from Iadase.
This was not just a palpable aura of dominance, but also instilled a deep-seated fear and panic, one that sprung from the innermost recesses of the soul.
Angel’s complexion turned ghostly pale in an instant, beads of cold sweat trickling down his body.
“Pathetic creature,” a derisive voice echoed in Angel’s ear. Without a doubt, the only one who would taunt him in such a manner at this juncture was Fafnir, standing aloof at his side.
Despite her sharp tongue, Fafnir’s derision was accompanied by the emergence of a protective shield around Angel, seemingly forged by a gentle breeze. Under the aegis of this gentle wind barrier, the external terror-inducing aura was no longer able to influence him.
Angel expressed his gratitude towards Fafnir, but Fafnir merely responded with a cold snort, diverting her attention to the shadowy figure in the sky, her eyes filled with wariness.
Carefully, Angel turned his gaze upward. The figure of terror hung in the sky, its appearance obscured by the backlit setting, remaining enigmatic. However, the terrifying bone wings, once unfurled, seemed to blot out the entire sky, leaving an indelible imprint on Angel’s mind.
Finally free from external influences, Angel took this chance to inquire Canaan about the identity of the newcomer.
Canaan’s complexion was as pallid as Angel’s, and with a trembling voice, she replied, “Great demon… Lord Iadase is a great demon!”
Although Angel had already surmised a potential answer, he was still taken aback for a few moments upon hearing the response.
Remembering what Hai had previously stated about Seamus, the Void Demon, being a meal bestowed by Iadase, it could be surmised that this Iadase was one of the few great demons associated with Hai, correct?
A rustling sound reached Angel’s ears from behind, upon turning around, he noticed that the demons, previously engrossed in their Voyage of Experience within the courtyard, had all roused from their trance. However, at this moment, they didn’t dare to linger here, fleeing in all directions.
In a matter of moments, within a few miles of the Phantasmagoria Cabin, only Angel and his companions remained.
However, the absence of any living creatures nearby did not signify that this area had lost its observers. On the contrary, even more demons shifted their gaze from distant territories to this small woodland in the southern outskirts.
While Iadase had indeed arrived, he did not descend, instead, he quietly watched the transformation of Hai while keeping Fafnir, off to the side, in his peripheral vision, ready to be on guard.
As for Angel and Canaan, Iadase did not even spare them a glance.
Another two minutes passed before Hai’s transformation finally halted. With a delicate laughter that resembled the chime of a silver bell, Hai finally opened her eyes.
The first thing she did upon opening her eyes was to marvel at her own perfect form, a series of soft laughter escaped from her lips, expressing the joy within her heart.
“I initially thought I would have to wait for quite some time for this day to come. I didn’t expect it to arrive today,” Hai’s eyes sparkled with vanity as she took some time to revel in her own transformation.
After Hai issued a series of jovial laughter, her gaze suddenly fell on Angel.
She lowered her head, stretching her neck in a serpentine manner, finally descending from a height of more than ten meters, gradually reaching Angel’s presence. Hai wanted to draw even closer, but due to Fafnir’s gentle wind barrier, she had no choice but to halt a meter away.
“The Voyage of Experience previously has left me rather delighted,” said Hai, her tongue tracing a path around her lips — her tongue from the mouth below her nose. She exhaled a cool, aquatic fragrance, “However, the Goddess of the Sea seemed rather unsettling, but the handsome men surrounding her… were quite to my liking.”
The corners of Angel’s mouth tightened. He almost forgot, his original depiction of the Rhythm of the Ocean was intended for Mirror Lady, with numerous handsome men surrounding the depicted Goddess of the Sea… Many of them were prominent figures from the Wizarding World.
If one day, Hai confronts a human wizard and realizes the face of her opponent was one of the charming men from the Rhythm of the Ocean… A chill suddenly crawled up Angel’s spine.
“Making the customer happy is the very purpose of this little shop,” Angel replied with a stoic expression, “However, I hope next time you will refrain from blowing the roof off my shop. It’s rather troublesome.”
Hai paused, surprised that at this time, what Angel cared most about was a dilapidated little wooden cabin. She chuckled sweetly, “Oh dear, I find myself growing more fond of you.”
“Even so, there won’t be any discounts on the compensation for the damage to the shop,” Angel replied seriously.
While Angel was conversing with Hai, a ripple came from above their heads.
“Hai,” this voice was an echoing throaty tone, originating from the backlighted figure high in the sky——Iadase.
Hai, who was giggling just a moment ago, now furrowed her brows and looked up.
“Ah, Iadase,” Hai’s expression noticeably tempered compared to before.
“As a cherished bloodline of an ancient demon, to employ Abyssian is an act of self-degradation,” Iadase gracefully descended from the heavens, levitating just above the ground.
“I must express myself in the old language of demons, so others can comprehend,” he stated.
Iadase swept his gaze over Angel. Initially, the depths of his eyes held a hint of disdain, yet as he observed the Mark of Flame adorning Angel’s earlobe, a mild furrow grew on his brow.
“A sigil of fire, marking the camp of Odeklaes,” Iadase then glanced at Fafnir, “The Abyssal Wind Dragon, Lady Fafnir.”
“It appears this establishment indeed has its quirks,” he commented.
Hai’s form gradually diminished, returning to her initial state: “A place that awakened me in such a short span, how can it be anything but fascinating? In fact, I should thank you. Without your instruction to scrutinize this establishment, I wouldn’t have had the chance to awaken.”
More importantly, the entity Hai used for payment was a gift from Iadase. Although her interaction with Fafnir had been somewhat unpleasant, overall, it was a lucrative endeavor.
“Awakening. Is it truly an awakening from the Abyss?” Fafnir suddenly chimed in after Hai’s admission. Her suspicions had been lingering previously, and now with Hai’s confession, her doubts were put to rest.
However, upon realizing Hai’s initial form was an Abyssal awakening, the complexity within Fafnir’s heart deepened even further.
She cast a glance at Angel, who seemed quite oblivious to the situation, and sighed inwardly: does he realize what kind of monstrosity he’s created?
Indeed, Angel was in a state of utter confusion. Ever since Iadase’s arrival and their switch to the Old Demonic language, he had not understood a single word. Occasionally, he felt their cold, piercing stares upon him, sending shivers down his spine.
Angel had initially considered querying Canaan, but at this point, Canaan had already scampered off in terror, seeking refuge behind a tree in the courtyard. Even the pale blue of her outfit, peeking from behind the tree, quivered in fear, a testament to the severity of her fright.
In truth, Angel too had contemplated temporary evasion, but this place was La Sutherland and his opponent was a great demon. Given his abilities, nowhere would offer a sanctuary. It seemed wiser to stay put, with the protection of Fafnir, he ought to be relatively safer.
Nevertheless, such safety was purely comparative.
Hai, who had transformed back into her petite form, pointed abruptly at Angel, and then spoke to Iadase in an ancient demonic tongue that Angel couldn’t comprehend.
Iadase turned to face Angel.
Iadase’s visage was cloaked in dark skeletal armor, making it impossible to discern his features. Yet, from beneath that blackened faceplate, Angel inexplicably felt a thread of menace.
In the blink of an eye, Iadase raised his hand and a beam of black light surged forth, aiming directly for Angel’s face.
Chapter 1063 Void Demon Seamus <TOC> Chapter 1065 Abyssal Awakening