Chapter 1073 Night of Flames <TOC> Chapter 1075 The Method of Extension
Next page password is bold portion: cHop+61roPe
Translator: SumTLMan
“It arrives!”
This proclamation reverberates through the void, halting every wizard, whether they are in meditation or involved in other matters. At this moment, all attention is directed at Mengke.
“It has reached La Sutherland.” Mengke emphasised again, “My eye left in La Sutherland has already perceived its presence.”
Everyone understood who Mengke referred to as “it.”
The Descendant of the Demon God, which is also their objective this time.
Upon the floating ice, the emotions of each wizard undergo a stark transformation, becoming even more cautious and tense than before.
Although, since their venture into the void, everyone has been aware that the journey had already begun. However, until the appearance of the Demon God’s Descendant, everything remained an uncertainty.
But now, with the Demon God’s Descendant having arrived in La Sutherland, it implies there’s no longer any room for retreat. Regardless of success or failure, they will stand against the Demon God.
“Lord Mengke, I have always been curious, why would the Descendant of the Demon God come to the surface?” a wizard inquired.
Generally speaking, powerful entities within the Abyss, barring special reasons, would not venture to the surface. The abyssal power on the surface is weaker; the inner layers provide a greater enhancement for demons. The logic is similar to why wizards are reluctant to leave the magically abundant Feran Continent.
Even mid-level demons seldom appear on the surface, so why would the Demon God’s Descendant come to the surface?
Regarding this, Mengke himself only had a rough idea. During his past travels within the inner layers of the Abyss, he came across a rumor that the Descendant of the Demon God was in search of something, and that this something was allegedly on the surface.
Later, Mengke also sought enlightenment at the Crowned Clown’s cathedral.
However, the aspiration of a prophecy wizard to cross the planes and probe the planar threads of the Abyss is no trifling matter. Further complicating this venture is Mengke’s intent to unravel the mysteries of the descendant who lies under the shadow of the Demon Gods.
In the end, the only certainty gleaned was the prophecy of this Demon God Descendant venturing to the surface.
“I have delved into a myriad of hidden clues, and the advent of the Demon God Descendant on the surface is purportedly in search of something. What specifically that may be, remains unbeknownst to me. Nonetheless, La Pluie once prophesied that whatever the Demon God Descendant seeks will not impinge on our course of action.”
As Mengke imparted this revelation, his flow of words abruptly ceased, and his brow furrowed with intense concentration.
“Lord Mengke, what seems to be the issue?”
“The skies of La Sutherland are adorned with fiery patterns, as if the entire firmament is set ablaze,” Mengke stated, “What could possibly be the reason for this phenomenon? Could this be a sign heralding its arrival?”
“Huh, my magic seal eye stationed at La Sutherland has captured it!” With a hint of puzzlement, Mengke disclosed, “That Descendant of the Demon God has ventured into that mysterious shop?!”
…
The Phantasmagoric Cabin welcomed an unusual guest.
The visitor was of a humanoid form, a rarity amongst demons. Standing tall, surpassing even Angel by two head lengths, the figure exerted an oppressive presence even while seated.
Cloaked in armor interlaced with silver and blue hues, the intricate design of the armor was emblazoned with peculiar runes that flickered, catching Angel’s attention repeatedly.
Though humanoid in form, the body beneath its armor was an unblemished white, akin to the finest grade porcelain. Smooth and flawless, it exuded an aura of elegance and grace.
Angel was left pondering whether the porcelain-like complexion was its natural skin tone or some form of protective layer, for its face too bore the same porcelain white, rendering an almost surreal impression.
Worth mentioning is the visage of the figure that sports a pair of cheery, crescent-shaped eyes, akin to the gentle curve of a moon. Right beneath its right eye is a distinct mark, a pale blue diamond shape. This mark, though reminiscent of a jester’s motley, instead of conjuring any comedic air, creates an aura of profound mystery when etched on its countenance.
Canaan had previously mentioned she would be investigating the reason for the martial law in the central district, so she had stepped out for the time being. With the assumption that no one would visit the shop under such circumstances, it was quite unexpected when a customer showed up, leaving Angel with no choice but to face the situation head-on.
“Esteemed patron, if you wish to embark on the Voyage of Experience, I must request you to wait for a brief period,” Angel voiced, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the mysterious runes adorning the guest’s armor. There was a strange familiarity to the rune that nagged at his memory.
The visitor remained silent, observing Angel with great interest.
Soon, a soft laughter filled the room.
Angel noticed, despite the laugh, the corners of the guest’s mouth remained motionless… This indicated that the porcelain-like shell that graced the face was not natural skin, but rather, a mask?
“You seem to have a keen interest in these runes?” A gentle voice echoed in Angel’s ears.
Angel looked up in surprise at the demon across him. Unlike any demon he had encountered before, its voice was extremely soothing, like a gentle breeze over the heart of a lake. However, this softness was far from pure gentleness; there was a clever and even authoritative undertone, like a silent string that bound one’s hands and feet as the conversation proceeded, unconsciously leading one along its narrative path.
Moreover, it was speaking in Abyssian.
Angel was acutely aware of the pure-blooded demons’ disdain for the Abyssian language. He was fully prepared not to understand the Demonic Language, yet the demon seemed utterly unconcerned about the language barrier.
“I simply find it quite uncommon and intriguing,” Angel finally responded.
“Uncommon, you say?” A deep chuckle echoed from beneath the porcelain-white mask, “However, isn’t mankind incessantly engrossed in deciphering the lore of the Abyss? Even the Cruel Scholar appreciates your spirit of exploration.”
In the blink of an eye, Angel’s pupils contracted, and he abruptly lifted his gaze to the alabaster demon before him.
The inscriptions on its armor were Abyssian, which indeed startled Angel; but what truly astounded him was the veiled hint at his own identity by this adversary.
During his time in La Sutherland, no demon other than Lord Night had discerned his human identity, not even the Great Demon Iadase.
Yet this porcelain white demon upon encounter had managed to unveil his identity?!
Was it because Odeklaes’s Mark of Flame had become ineffective? Or was it that its realm had ascended high enough to counter Odeklaes’s realm?
Keeping his inner turmoil at bay, Angel retained a stoic demeanor, “Your words are a puzzle to me, my esteemed guest. So this is Abyssian, indeed a revelation to my understanding.”
The white demon chuckled, lightly lifting its head.
Through its crescent-moon-like squinted eyes, Angel felt a subtle jest.
“I am intrigued. What compels a human to venture into a demon’s city to set up shop?”
The demon’s voice remained as mellow as ever, but no longer did Angel perceive it as a gentle breeze. Instead, it felt like being plunged into an ice-cavern, as if trapped within a bottle, with a massive white demon peering down through the bottleneck, its cryptic smile mirroring his confined self.
Its wicked grin flickered incessantly before Angel, spawning an overwhelming sense of dread from deep within him that made his body quiver involuntarily.
As Angel felt himself on the verge of plummeting into the bottomless abyss, a pair of hands abruptly steadied him by his shoulders.
A wisp of phantom wind caressed Angel’s trembling figure, the fear-induced shivers dissipating with its passing, gently realigning his distressed and disarrayed psyche to its rightful equilibrium.
“I am indeed curious. Why would a scion of the divine masquerade as a demon in this establishment? What could possibly be the reason?” A frosty voice echoed beside him.
Fafnir, unbeknownst to Angel, had approached his side. Her hand rested on Angel’s shoulder, her piercing gaze of icy blue and fiery red held the porcelain white demon across them.
Once his transient bewilderment subsided, Angel remembered Fafnir’s words.
The being across them wasn’t the white demon he presumed but a scion of divinity?
“Scion of divinity…” Angel choked on his words, a spine-chilling revelation worming its way into his consciousness: Could this be a Descendant of the Demon God?
The ‘Scion of the Divine’ arose, offering Fafnir a subtle nod. “My name is Olucia.”
“Olucia?” Fafnir muttered the name, an aversion suddenly dawning in her eyes. “So you’re the Descendant of the Flameless Lord. No wonder there is a nauseating aura about you.”
Seemingly unaffected by Fafnir’s sarcasm, Olucia replied with a faint smile, “Rather than being known as the Descendant of the Flameless Lord, I prefer being addressed as Olucia. I’ve heard of you for quite some time, Lady Fafnir. When I was young, Bina Jonis mentioned a great deal about you…”
Meanwhile, in the woods surrounding the Phantasmagoria, the Young Fire Demon, Greaves, watched the front door of the building with rapt attention. It seemed as if he could already envision a cherished scene — Olucia emerging and saying, “Embark on your Voyage of Experience with no fear, for it will be your rite of passage to adulthood.”
For many a year, Greaves had maintained the form of a larval Fire Demon, and his deepest yearning was for the maturity that adulthood promised.
“Steward Tantin, why hasn’t Lady Olucia emerged yet?”
Standing alongside Greaves, Tantin responded with a touch of resignation, “Young Master Greaves, it’s not even been two minutes since the lady entered.”
“But…”
“Master, even if the lady were to partake in the Voyage of Experience, it wouldn’t conclude so quickly. Moreover, the lady still needs to ensure the journey is safe to undergo.”
“Yesterday, a succubus awakened as a result of the journey, there’s absolutely no doubt it’s safe.” Pausing briefly, Greaves continued with a gleam in his eye, “If I also awakened, would I transform into a Runic Fire Demon?”
“The Runic Fire Demon represents merely your mature form, young master. The awakened state varies for every demon.”
Of course, Greaves was well aware that awakening did not necessarily equate to maturity, yet his profound longing for his mature form led him to associate every possibility with his own imaginings.
“Even so, isn’t it likely that I could mature?” Greaves harbored such hope.
As the grand door of the Phantasmagoria remained steadfastly shut, Greaves’ gaze began to flit restlessly from side to side. Suddenly, he noticed a Pig Demon under a nearby tree.
An odd sight it was — this Pig Demon seemed to be unconscious, yet its left eye was wide open, staring in awe towards the direction of the Phantasmagoria.
Confusion edging his curiosity, Greaves stealthily approached the Pig Demon.
Chapter 1073 Night of Flames <TOC> Chapter 1075 The Method of Extension