Chapter 1080 Sanders' Doubt <TOC> Chapter 1082 Chaos of the Battlefield
Translator: SumTLMan
Olucia, too, has come in search of the Source Fire!
With the disappearance of the light from the Void Obelisk, the sealing of the planar passage, all the pieces seemed to fall into place.
Connecting all these elements, Angel felt as if he were weaving disparate strands of evidence into a spiderweb. Even though some parts might have been conjecture, Angel felt that, for the most part, he was on the right track.
However, there was still a missing link.
If this Descendant of the Demon God, Olucia, was indeed Mengke’s target, would the human wizards also become entwined in this intricate web?
Perhaps they would.
In that case, would he encounter familiar faces again, such as Canter, Sineva, or Bruen?
A plethora of thoughts rushed through Angel’s mind, moving from doubts about others to self-reflection. If his conjectures were all true, then what role did he himself play in this vast scheme?
The words that Feng had left behind, that were almost prophetic, had marked Angel as the one to break the shackles of Lord Night. Considering this, was his presence here a mere coincidence?
Could it be that he was also playing a role in this grand tapestry, unbeknownst to himself?
As Angel mulled over these questions, he recounted the circumstances of his first encounter with Lord Night. After hearing this, Fafnir immediately realized that there was a figure who couldn’t be ignored in the tale of Lord Night.
Feng.
The painted tableau within the exhibition is a handiwork of Feng, an aphorism left by him which allowed Angel to become the one to liberate Night. Doesn’t this mirror the affairs of Odeklaes? The reason why Odeklaes chose Angel to fulfill this task, is, to a certain degree, influenced by Feng.
In the tales of Night and Odeklaes, Feng plays a significant role, a linchpin in causing the present state of affairs.
So who exactly is he, and what connection does he share with Angel?
“As far as I know, this Feng should be the legendary Magic Painter Wizard, Mirafael Von.” Angel shrugged, “As for my relationship with the Magic Painter Wizard, there isn’t any. Many years ago, the Magic Painter Wizard left the Wizarding World of the Southern Region and never returned. I, born into a noble house of ordinary mortals, have only entered the Wizarding World less than five years ago and have no possible connection with the Magic Painter Wizard.”
Angel put it as such, but deep inside he was contemplating whether his appearance here was indeed foreseen by Feng?
After listening, Fafnir shot Angel a profound look, “Whether there is a connection or not isn’t for you to decide. I now somewhat understand why Olucia believes that all of this is no coincidence.”
“Let’s continue watching, the stage has been set, the atmosphere has formed, the characters will eventually take their turns onstage.”
Fafnir’s words seemed to contain a hidden meaning, but Angel at that moment could no longer spare any thoughts for contemplation, as the fiery patterns in the sky had once again transformed.
What is the meaning of a River of Fire?
When countless fire patterns converge on a single point, and this node can no longer engender any possibilities, it manifests as a River of Fire.
A hole appeared in thin air at the gathering point of the fire patterns, with bright and radiant River of Fire resembling magma descending from the sky. It was like a pillar of fire or perhaps a waterfall of flame, both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
Every demon within the range of the River of Fire was vaporized into ashes. Even the very earth of La Sutherland had been scorched into a gaping chasm, a sight eerily akin to that of an apocalypse!
Such fire rifts were no longer rare. When the fire patterns could coalesce no more, they would form. In a short time, at least four of such fire rifts had appeared in the sky above La Sutherland!
“What’s going on?” Angel asked in astonishment.
“The overflowing energy of fire, this also means that the cradle nurturing the Source Fire is already sufficient. It won’t be long before the Source Fire will utterly shatter its shackles and descend here from the unknown… Huh?” Fafnir, midway through her explanation, suddenly issued a surprised and suspicious sound. Her energy spiked to its peak in a blink.
“Who dares to pry my secrets seeks their own doom!” Fafnir declared. As she finished her words, a terrifying dragon’s shadow materialized behind her — her own spectral form!
With the Phantasmagoria Cabin as the epicenter, the surroundings within tens of meters were filled with swaying wind shadows.
Angel was still in a state of stupefaction, clueless about what was going on, merely sensing the violent shifts in the wind.
From Fafnir’s tone, it seemed someone was prying? Reflecting on the previous circumstances, Angel felt as if indeed someone had set their gaze upon him…
When the surrounding wind shadows dissipated, Angel turned to Fafnir, “My lady, what just happened?”
“They escaped,” Fafnir grimly answered, “However, I destroyed the fragments of consciousness they left behind. They will not escape punishment.”
“Who would come here to spy? Is it Lady Olucia, or perhaps a Great Demon from the Void Obelisk?” Angel was somewhat confused. At this peculiar juncture for La Sutherland, why would anyone keep tabs on them?
“That gaze did not come from La Sutherland, but from beyond the void.” Fafnir looked up, seemingly observing the fire patterns in the sky, or perhaps peering through them into the boundless void beyond.
Could it be that a new faction has come knocking at our door?
On the other side, atop the floating ice, all the wizards’ eyes were fixated on Canter.
The bloodline that Canter has fused with is known as the Nocturne Bloodline, a strain not unlike the Deep Blue Bloodline that Shalem originally insisted on injecting. This “not unlike” refers not to its effect, but to its rarity and the degree of familiarity the Wizarding World has with it.
In the Wizarding World, Canter is the sole successful case of the “Nocturne Bloodline” fusion, hence, only he holds the key to how to fuse with this “Nocturne Bloodline.”
This is also regarded as a closely guarded secret within the House of Lilith.
As for the effects of the Nocturne Bloodline, the most widely known aspect is its ability to blend into the night for surveillance. This kind of surveillance is utterly silent, it does not cause energy fluctuations nor does it induce changes in the material world. All areas cloaked in the veil of night become Canter’s eyes and ears.
For this reason, he earned the moniker of “Canter, Like the Night.”
Even Mengke had to concede that when it came to surveillance, Canter far outshone him.
When Canter opened his eyes, he exclaimed at the first instant, “I see it!” Everyone awaited good news from Canter, or at least clarity about the involuntary fire situation.
However, a second later, Canter’s body shook, his face turned ashen, and fresh blood continuously spilled from his mouth.
“Lord Like the Night?” A faint glow flickered in the depths of Sineva’s eyes as she immediately detected Canter’s condition, “His mental power has suffered a severe backlash. Maher, could you check if there’s any Rhythm of Lawlessness left in our potion reserves?”
Rhythm of Lawlessness is a potion developed by the Innovator School, capable of restoring a certain amount of mental injuries.
As Maher ventured to inquire about the Rhythm of Lawlessness, the visages of the surrounding wizards were etched with unease. Even Canter, who investigated through the cover of the night, had been injured — a fact that revealed two significant truths.
First, they were detected; second, there existed a formidable force in La Sutherland.
However, they understood well that detection was inevitable. Now, their primary concern was the magnitude of this formidable entity in La Sutherland and the extent of its power.
Soon, Maher, the captain of the Frost Moon Guard, returned, his countenance tainted with apprehension: “The reserves of the Rhythm of Lawlessness were previously commandeered by Bruen for his experiments.”
At this, the disastrous image of Sky Island instantly sprang into everyone’s minds. Bruen’s so-called experiments were to resurrect an ancient evil god of the Lovecraftian World, which subsequently ignited the Chaos of the Evil God.
“Who would have thought that even when he’s confined in the Exile Space, his ill fortune still spills onto us!”
The ‘Brown Sugar Servant’ Bruen, who was the origin of the initial curse of doom on Sky Island, hadn’t died in the end. However, the curse was so horrific that Lord Mengke had him exiled. Yet he managed to survive, even in the Exile Space.
“Does anyone carry a potion that can mend mental injuries?” Sineva shifted the conversation to inquire about other potential solutions.
At this point, everyone remained silent — potions were in high demand on the battlefield, and no one wished to part with them.
“In any case, the injuries aren’t severe. We should endure it for now. Our priority is to awaken Lord Like the Night and reveal the situation in La Sutherland,” one of the wizards suggested.
This reflected the consensus of the majority present.
Sanders then stepped forward, “I have a Witch Hecate Soup. I’ll take care of Canter.”
Everyone was aware of the relationship between the Phantom Island lineage and the House of Lilith. Sineva nodded in agreement and handed Canter over to Sanders.
The soup brewed by the Hecate Witches, a restorative for mental fatigue, had brought Canter back from his stupor. Upon reawakening, the first sight that greeted him was Sanders.
His lips moved slightly, and Sanders’ pupils contracted instantly in response.
At this point, Sineva approached, inquiring about the situation in La Sutherland, prompting Sanders to tactfully retreat.
Outwardly, Sanders seemed calm, but a storm was brewing within his heart. As Canter opened his eyes, he immediately signalled a confirmative response in lip language.
In other words, it was undeniable.
Angel, was indeed in La Sutherland!
Though Sanders had previously speculated this, the revelation still struck him with profound shock when it turned into reality.
While all the wizards were awaiting their journey to La Sutherland, Angel had already taken a leap ahead, venturing into the heart of the whirlpool!
What on earth had happened in the interim?
“Firstly, can you tell us what’s going on in La Sutherland? Why did the flames suddenly go out of control? And have we been detected?” An impatient wizard questioned Canter.
“I’m not sure what triggered the flames to spiral out of control. However, the situation in La Sutherland is generally ominous. Not only is the sky filled with flames and fire pouring down, but every Fire Demon on the ground is showing some degree of frenzy, their flames also running rampant,” Canter paused, “As for our traces, I believe we’ve managed to remain undetected so far.”
“Then, what caused your injuries?” Mengke suddenly chimed in.
“Upon investigating the mysterious shop that you mentioned,” Canter began, his words weaving an intricate tapestry of revelation, “I was spotted by a dark-skinned woman. Her power is, without a doubt, the most powerful I have sensed in La Sutherland so far. She became aware of my presence, yet I managed to shatter the tendrils of mental energy reaching for me and made my escape.”
His words settled like the silence after a thunderstorm, sparking a flicker of realization amongst his listeners. Indeed, the mystery of the clandestine shop was deeper than they anticipated, attracting even the interest of the most malevolent demons.
“What exactly did you discover when you said ‘you’ve found out’ after you opened your eyes?” Mengke asked, his voice cutting through the silence.
At this query, Canter’s expression morphed into one of solemnity, his words assuming the gravity of a prophecy uttered. “I discovered that the celestial patterns in the sky have its tentacles wrapped up with an unassuming structure in the southern outskirts of La Sutherland. But most critically,” he paused, letting the suspense hang thick in the air, “I saw Olucia enter that very building!”
Chapter 1080 Sanders' Doubt <TOC> Chapter 1082 Chaos of the Battlefield