Chapter 1077 The Demise of Morgheim <TOC> Chapter 1079 The Lord of Fire
Translator: SumTLMan
Under the obsidian curtain of night, embers pulsated like magma on the verge of violent eruption, radiating a formidable oppressive force.
Angel, perched on a rooftop, his gaze fixed on the throbbing fire patterns beneath the nocturnal canvas, found himself wrestling with disquieting thoughts.
In a relatively short span, a flurry of events had taken place, plunging Angel into a vortex of bewilderment. The sky above seemed to herald the imminent advance of night, yet ironically, La Sutherland was under martial law and the demon scion of divinity Olucia had appeared here.
It was as if all events had converged on this single point, this suspended demon city in the void, which served both as a stage and a potential battleground, shrouded in layers of inscrutable fog.
While Angel was deep in contemplation, distant noises reached his ears. The sound was the crunching of fallen leaves and brittle twigs underfoot, piercing the tranquillity of the silent night with its sharpness.
Angel turned his gaze towards the source of the noise, seeing Prapa and Canaan emerge from the winding path within the woods.
Prapa appeared slightly disheveled, his head hung low, the embodiment of disappointment.
Upon spotting Angel, his expression bore the weight of his dismay, “Shop owner, I did as you instructed, asking about the solution you wanted. But the moment they heard it was about dispelling the curse of doom, they all avoided me. One demon even thought I was cursed and almost killed me. I barely managed to escape…”
In the Abyss, the curse of doom was the root of terror. It was no surprise that Prapa’s inquiry had triggered such a strong backlash.
Prapa’s recent upsurge in strength had certainly come in handy. Otherwise, escape from the onslaught of demons would have been an impossible task similar to extracting blood from a stone.
“I regret my lack of foresight,” Angel confessed, contrition written on his face. He then proceeded to produce a small bag filled with demon gold coins and handed it to Prapa, “You need not pursue this matter any further. I have already devised a solution.”
Prapa’s mouth fell open, poised to ask about the accursed being tormented by the ill-fated curse. However, feeling the weighty purse in his hand, he thought better of it, and said, “Well then, shop owner, I’ll be heading back to the Hunting Museum.”
After Prapa had taken his leave, Angel turned his attention to Canaan, who seemed to be on the brink of saying something throughout their previous exchange.
“What’s on your mind?” Angel inquired.
“Nothing!” came Canaan’s knee-jerk response. Realizing her overreaction, she attempted to cover up by adding, “Really, shop owner, there’s nothing I want to discuss. I snooped around the core area but found nothing of value.”
With that, she excused herself with a curt “I’ll tidy up now,” and scurried off into the courtyard.
Angel watched Canaan’s peculiar behavior with a puzzled look. As far as he knew, Canaan had left to probe into the reasons behind the recent martial law. Had something gone wrong?
Actually, Angel had pieced together the connection between the martial law and the appearance of Olucia. He was on the verge of sharing this with Canaan when the latter had hurriedly left, leaving him in the dark about what had transpired.
Shaking his head, Angel dismissed the mystery surrounding Canaan’s behavior. Resuming his seated position on the roof, he once more lost himself in the contemplation of the night sky. He had a nagging suspicion that before long, this tranquil sky would be set ablaze, much like the painting —Night— by Feng.
However, not long after he settled down, Canaan emerged from the shop once more, looking quite unsure of herself.
“Shop owner… actually, I did manage to catch some information in the core area. But it’s all rumors, with a very low level of credibility.” Canaan paused for a moment, then asked cautiously, “Shop owner, do you want to hear it?”
“Just say it, I’m all ears,” Angel replied.
Canaan hesitated for a moment before carefully starting, “Word has it, the imposed martial law seems to be due to the arrival of a significant figure, who is possibly the Descendant of a Demon God.”
Having said this, Canaan exhaled deeply, as if relieving a great burden that had been pressing on her heart.
At this moment, Canaan had the unnerving impression that she was betraying the demons, becoming a ‘traitor’ to her own kind.
In the Abyss, it was common knowledge among the demons that the surface human wizards had plots against the Descendant of the Demon God. Knowing this, Canaan fell into a trance when she found out that a Demon God’s Descendant had come to La Sutherland.
She knew that Angel, the owner of the shop, was a human, but she had never inquired about the purpose of Angel’s visit to La Sutherland. However, the coincidental timing led Canaan to believe that Angel had come specifically for the Descendant of the Demon God.
Thus, Canaan spent her journey back to the shop in contemplation, wondering whether she should tell Angel about the Demon God’s Descendant visiting La Sutherland.
To withhold this information did not feel right, especially considering that she had mentioned her destination before leaving. However, if she were to divulge this to Angel, and Angel were to relay this to the human wizards, she feared she would be labelled a classic traitor.
Canaan was torn.
She spent a long time considering the matter, reflecting on Angel’s recent generosity towards her, remembering the previous humiliation she had suffered at the hands of the Fork Tailed Demon, and how her fortunes had taken a turn for the better after the Voyage of Experience — all of which was possible due to Angel’s kindness.
Therefore, after weighing up her options, Canaan finally decided to speak up.
However, in response to what Canaan believed to be her ‘passionate and eloquent’ speech, all she got was:
“Oh, I see.”
Unwilling to accept such a lukewarm response, Canaan probed further, “Shop owner, aren’t you surprised? Don’t you want to try to notify your human companions?”
“Companions? Whom do you refer to?” Angel looked perplexed at Canaan, “And why should I be startled? The Descendant of the Demon God you speak of was seated in the shop not too long ago.”
“Eh?!” Canaan wore an incredulous expression.
Angel succinctly narrated the circumstances of the Demon God’s Descendant visiting the shop. In the face of Canaan’s dazed look, Angel queried, “By the way, she mentioned her name was Olucia, do you know her background?”
Canaan mechanically nodded, “Olucia is a Descendant of the Flameless Lord.”
Angel had already learned this from Fafnir, but what he really wanted to know were personal details about Olucia and information about the Flameless Lord.
How many Demon Gods reside in the Abyss? Angel was unsure, but he knew that all Abyssal Demon Gods were beings of legendary status or above.
Based on the classification of demon gods, there were Supreme Demon Gods, Great Demon Gods, and ordinary Demon Gods.
Supreme Demon Gods occupied the apex, such as the ‘Crowned Clown’ who sought absolute balance and the ‘Profound Lord’ who sought all forms of sacrifices. They belonged to the league of Supreme Demon Gods, illuminating countless planes of existence, representing the most potent force of the Abyss.
Great Demon Gods were slightly subpar in comparison. For instance, the ‘Ominous Trickster’ who reveled in toying with fate and human hearts, the ‘Cruel Scholar’ who created the studies of Abyssal Rune Literature, and the ‘Rising Sun’ who nearly decimated the Wizarding World millennia ago, all belonged to this tier.
As for ordinary Demon Gods, Angel didn’t know much, but there was no doubt that each one was incredibly powerful.
“The Flameless Lord is a Great Demon God,” Canaan said with her usual stolid expression, still unable to accept the fact that the Demon God’s Descendant visited the Phantasmagoria while she was away for merely half an hour.
Even though Canaan was still in a daze, her narration didn’t halt. She detailed every piece of information she knew without omitting anything.
With Canaan’s narration, Angel roughly comprehended the concept of Olucia and the Flameless Lord.
The Flameless Lord is a Great Demon God who manipulates fire, embarking on a ceaseless pursuit of eternal combustion. His flame burns to the extreme, to the point where space collapses in the absence of any visible fire. In the presence of the Flameless Lord, you would not witness a single flame or sense any fire elements. Yet, unbeknownst to you, you’re already enveloped within the fire. Hence, he is aptly christened as the Flameless Lord.
As for Olucia, Canaan had never had any contact, but it’s rumored that Olucia doesn’t tread on the same path as the Flameless Lord. Instead, she appears to be intent on carving her own unique path.
Worth noting is another rumor — it is said that Olucia has been incessantly searching for something, something seemingly linked to a once Supreme Demon God from the times before the gods’ downfall. Alas, these remain just rumors, unverified hearsay.
Nevertheless, Canaan’s words ignited a spark of contemplation in Angel.
The fact that Olucia came to the surface of La Sutherland surely indicates a specific purpose. She first sent out a Young Fire Demon and Servant of Fire as scouts, presumably for reconnaissance. Could his objective be the very same thing that rumors have said Olucia has been tirelessly pursuing?
And now, Night is on the brink of a breakthrough. Could there be a connection between these two seemingly unrelated events?
After a moment of pondering, Angel couldn’t arrive at a satisfactory answer, deciding to put it aside for now. After all, the answers to these questions would at most satiate his curiosity and held no other significance for him.
Having sent away Canaan who was still in a state of bewilderment, Angel’s gaze returned to the night sky.
Unbeknownst to him, the fire patterns floating in the night sky had become increasingly luminous and dense, like a spider whose caught prey on their web, layer upon layer enshrouding La Sutherland within. However, simultaneously, they became more ferocious, as if boundless flames were about to rain down from the heavens.
“Could this fire really be connected to Lord Night?” Angel murmured softly, his eyes fixated on the floating fire patterns, lost in thought for a moment.
The fire-patterned night, the eternally desolate demon city, and the boundless, solitary wind in the void.
At this moment, the scene was deeply etched into his eyes.
It was a night bereft of stars, yet inexplicably bewitching.
Angel, spellbound, suddenly felt a warming sensation in his earlobe. Yanked back to reality, he discovered that the Mark of Flame adorning his ear was, inexplicably, spontaneously releasing tendrils of fire elements.
These fire elements coalesced into a dense formation of ghostly flames, which began to fluctuate around Angel.
“What’s happening?” Angel found himself completely incapable of controlling the surrounding flames. Yet, these flames showed no intent to leave or dissipate. They danced around him in ebbs and flows, seemingly expressing joy, or perhaps… reverence.
Angel’s anomaly caught Fafnir’s attention. Especially given that these flames stemmed from Odeklaes’s mark, she devoted an infinite amount of concern.
With a light tap of her toes, Fafnir leapt from the tree branch and landed beside Angel. Her brow furrowed, she watched the dancing flames with an air of perplexity.
A gentle breeze intruded the domain of the frolicking flames, probing and yet seemingly dancing along with them.
After a moment, a sudden realization flashed across Fafnir’s face. She looked up at the sky, emblazoned with fiery patterns.
“Could it be… the birth of the Source Fire?”
Chapter 1077 The Demise of Morgheim <TOC> Chapter 1079 The Lord of Fire