Chapter 1083 Humanity Finally Takes the Stage <TOC> Chapter 1085 The Greatest Threat
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The reaction of the essence blood suggested that Sanders should not be too far from Angel. He lifted his gaze, scrutinizing the skyborne iceberg: could Sanders be up there? Yet, if that were true, the sounds emanating from it shouldn’t be so indistinct.
This was the first time Angel had encountered such a scenario. Even though he was uncertain about Sanders’ exact circumstances, a sense of tranquility filled him. By using the essence blood, he could sense Sanders’ presence, at least indicating that Sanders had safely emerged from the passage.
Above, all the demons were taken aback by the sudden appearance of the colossal iceberg. They hadn’t expected that at the moment when the Lord of Fire was about to ascend the throne, humans would dare to intrude into La Sutherland. What was their motive for coming here? What did they intend to do? The demons were clueless, but one thing was clear to them — the arrival of these humans foretold nothing good.
Within a few short minutes, the tremendous airflow created by the iceberg alone had whisked away the lives of countless demons. As the iceberg came to a halt high in the sky, the cloaked, masked figure at the forefront pointed, and from behind him, a plethora of wizards swarmed out, like birds freed from their cage, instantaneously obscuring the burning sky.
The demons were many, but the wizards were a well organized legion!
The power of the demons was formidable, yet the skill of the wizards in wielding their power was even more superior!
With the addition of various alchemy items assisting the wizards, the demons were hard-pressed to counter their onslaught. The only advantage the demons held at present was their fast recovery rate in the Abyss, which was superior to that of the human wizards.
Yet the wizards did not travel to La Sutherland this time for a drawn-out conflict, for they knew that a war of attrition would surely end in defeat. They shared a singular goal — the capture of Olucia was of paramount importance, everything else was secondary!
When the wizards themselves took action, it was likened to a swarm of locusts sweeping through a field, leaving nothing in their wake. The demons in the sky could not organize themselves into an opposing force, leading to a swift and disgraceful retreat in a short period.
Suddenly, the sky that was once teeming with demons was now littered with stragglers.
Looking at the disordered demons, a glint of delight flashed in the eyes of the wizards standing on the floating chunk of ice. However, their joy was short-lived as Mengke warned, “Those fleeing are all minor demons, and many of them are even half-demons. We can’t afford to let our guard down.”
Mengke’s words held sway, as the most abundant demons in La Sutherland were indeed these minor demons.
Those they had managed to deal with so effortlessly were also these minor demons. The mid-level and above demons were merely observing the battle from afar, their malevolent eyes fixed on the wizards, yet they made no move to attack thus far.
The real troublesome adversaries were these stalwarts of the demon city.
Mengke pondered that neither a prolonged war of attrition nor a swift strike would have significant effect on these mid-level demons. The optimal course of action now was to accomplish their goal before the upper echelons of the demon city could react.
Mengke raised his eyes to the sky, where fire patterns danced.
He could sense a great power gestating behind the fire patterns.
He was not yet sure of what the fire in the sky signified, but one thing he knew was that the location connected by these fire patterns was the exact position of Olucia, as Canter had indicated!
Following the flickering fire patterns, Mengke finally locked his target on a building in the southern domain of La Sutherland.
Speaking of which, this structure stands alone in its surrounding emptiness, utterly distinct from other areas engulfed in a sea of fire. It is silent as a hermit secluded from the rest of the world.
“Samantha, command the iceberg to go here!”
As Mengke is looking towards the southern zone, Canter and Sanders are also casting their gazes in the same direction.
“Hmm, when I last saw him, Angel was in a cabin in the southern zone’s forest,” Canter said with a furrowed brow, “Now, it’s all been transformed into a sea of fire. Where could he have gone?”
Sanders also looks over, where nearly everything was left an aflame pool of molten lava. Judging by the fierce blaze, at least a mid-level Fire Demon must have fallen there.
A sea of fire, utterly devoid of signs of life.
Sanders felt a moment of anxiety, worried about Angel’s situation. But he quickly pulled himself together. Although the flames were fierce, Angel should have no difficulty escaping with his speed. Furthermore, he likely still had the dark-skinned woman by his side. With such a formidable individual nearby, his safety should be ensured.
“Sigh, I never thought that Angel would really be in La Sutherland. What is his purpose for appearing here? And that woman with him, what is her situation… Surely, he isn’t planning to betray my darling Cherie?”
Sanders cast Canter a cold glance, ignoring his idle chatter, and closed his eyes to sense the location of his essence blood.
Since Angel was still in La Sutherland and so close, perhaps he could send a message?
However, after a while, Sanders frowned. He could vaguely sense that Angel should be nearby, but he couldn’t pinpoint his exact location. His position was unstable, like a feather caught in the wind, unable to land or find peace.
Sanders released a sigh, assuming another futile attempt.
Yet, just as Sanders was about to withdraw his senses, a voice abruptly permeated his hearing.
“Mentor, is that you? Where are you?”
Angel’s voice, residing between adolescence and young adulthood, was clear and soothing. Not only was it melodious, but it’s distinctness was also exceptional.
Upon hearing Angel’s echo, Sanders’ eyes lit up. He instantly conveyed a message once again, wishing to comprehend Angel’s situation and location thoroughly. However, no matter what Sanders expressed, there was no response from the other side.
“Hmm, could it be Mentor can’t hear me? Or did I mishear earlier and it wasn’t Mentor speaking?” The doubtful murmur of Angel echoed from the other end.
Afterward, when Sanders wanted to sense again, he was unable to do so.
Even though he didn’t obtain any specific information from Angel, Sanders could discern from his murmuring during the communication that his situation should not be too dire… Sanders pondered in his heart: it’s plausible that Angel’s circumstances are more comfortable and safer than any of us here.
If so, Sanders also felt slightly relieved.
There was indeed no way for him now to seek out Angel.
Sanders glanced around. Unbeknownst to them, bizarre mid-level demons had finally appeared surrounding the floating iceberg, effectively encircling them.
The power of an ordinary mid-level demon is at least equivalent to true knowledge. The top mid-level demons possess strength that is at a minimum, second level true knowledge.
Amid the floating iceberg, the visages of more than twenty mid-level demons took form, currently brandishing their menacing expressions towards the gathered crowd.
Though their onslaught was yet to commence, it was clear these demons intended to hinder their path. Unless these adversaries were dealt with, it would be difficult to continue their journey.
“Human… detestable humans…”, “Devour them…”, “Hehehe — human brains taste best. After sucking on it once, I’ve been unable to forget…”, “I wonder what color the fire will be when human flesh burns…”
The demons spat out muddled syllables with threatening phrases that resonated in the ears of the wizards present.
Ironically, one could not discern where this detestable habit was inherited from — the demon’s fondness for pre-battle banter outdid even that of many wandering wizards. Perhaps for the faint-hearted, it would exert psychological pressure. However, for them, these had no significance whatsoever.
“Break through the encirclement, commence the battle.”
…
The battle symphony in the sky showed no signs of stopping.
This grand performance, with La Sutherland as its stage, wasn’t just the object of Fafnir’s covert attention. Many mighty beings from the Abyss had cast their gaze here too.
Within the graveyard of the Resting Grounds, the enchanting melody of a harp reverberated, accompanied by a haunting feminine voice.
Abruptly, the melody ceased.
Inside a small tavern at the heart of the graveyard, Balalaika, who was strumming a crystal harp, halted unexpectedly. Raising her gaze towards the unknown void, her eyes twinkled with contemplation.
“The birth of a new Lord of Fire, curiously, is within a half-demon. Intriguing indeed.”
Swiftly, Balalaika recaptured her gaze, her slender and alabaster fingers returning to the strings of the crystalline harp. The faintly luminous serpent-biting-its-tail ring on her pinky danced with her movement, and once again, melodious tunes started to cascade, yet this time, unlike the nocturne previously, Balalaika played an anthem imbued with an epic aura.
In the abyssal, nameless world,
The cloak of night stretches across the sky, bathing the earth with tender moonlight.
It’s hard to imagine such a world in the abyss of perpetual twilight, a world with a gentle night and a brilliant starry sky.
Alas, no life form appreciates the beauty of the night, no matter how mesmerizing it is.
The land illuminated by the moonlight is barren, devoid of any green amidst the parched soil. This world, abandoned and forgotten, is devoid of life, no being can sustain itself here for long.
Yet, amidst this desolate landscape, an out of place structure stands.
This structure emanates an air of solemnity and awe. It is as if it should be standing at the bustling heart of a human society, not in this god forsaken place.
A towering spire, shining with dazzling lights; stained glass windows instilling a solemn religious aura; the various statues of deities carved around the structure only enhance its anomalous grandeur.
This is a library.
Although it appears like a religious sanctuary, under the ornate and refined chandeliers within, there stand rows of shelves filled with books.
Though the library brimmed with volumes so numerous they defied counting, it was inhabited by a single being. A diminutive Hook Tailed Demon perched at a broad desk, fervently scribing onto a piece of parchment with a quill, the scratchy whisper of its work the sole sound in the otherwise hushed study. The table bore a lamp whose gentle flame lent a warm, muted glow to the serene room.
Abruptly, the quill’s nib snapped mid-word, halting the creature in its tracks. It paused, staring at the half-formed word: “As…” A mirthful, eerie laughter bubbled from the demon’s lips.
Following its chuckle, the creature suddenly twisted its head to gaze into an intangible spot within the void. It observed a sky ablaze with conflagration, as well as the strife between demons and humans. Yet, it showed no trace of interest in these visions. Instead, its gaze locked onto a tall figure donning a porcelain mask, its eyes glinting with an imperceptible, enigmatic light.
After a contemplative silence, it averted its gaze, bowing its head to retrieve another quill from the desk. Dipping the quill into an inkpot filled with luminescent, newly minted ink, it committed a passage onto the parchment: “Source Fire serves as key, as guide through boundless void, leading onward towards times of old, where hidden Asgard glory will unfold.”
Upon documenting this prophecy, it casually affixed the parchment to its hooked tail. Now, not only parchments, but books of various bindings decorated its tail. These volumes were inscribed in a multitude of languages; the spine of one clearly bore a line in the common human tongue: —A Study and Improvement of Rune Literature—.
Chapter 1083 Humanity Finally Takes the Stage <TOC> Chapter 1085 The Greatest Threat