Chapter 1090 A Sense of Guilt <TOC> Chapter 1092 Astonishing Revelation
Translator: SumTLMan
Furthermore, what astonished Sineva was the respectful title used by the other party.
“Lady Sineva.”
The voice was steady and gentle, prompting Sineva to pause. It seemed so familiar, as though it was… A figure flashed across Sineva’s mind.
“No, that can’t be possible.” Sineva shook her head in denial. That person had departed with Sanders from the Gloaming Mountains previously, so how could he appear here? Surely, she must have misheard.
Perhaps due to her currently impaired mental power, her ability to discern external information had significantly dropped. This could explain why she was prone to misinterpretations even when receiving someone else’s transmissions.
“Are you the shopkeeper mentioned by the succubus?” Sineva deliberated. She was not aware of the other party’s location, but given that the other party could hear her, they must be mentally perceptive within her vicinity.
The other side remained silent for a long time, so long that Sineva almost believed her earlier hallucination, only to hear another Transmission.
The once steady voice now sounded evasive and furtive, giving off an impression of a guilty party trying to cover up their actions.
“How can that be? Hehe, Lady Sineva must have misheard.” The voice trailed off into a series of dry, forced laughter.
Sineva, however, didn’t ponder over the emotions implied in the words. She was once again taken aback by the use of “Lady” in addressing her. She had thought she misheard it earlier, but having been addressed the same way once again, there was no chance of another misinterpretation.
Could it be that her previous conjecture was indeed true?
“Could it be… Angel?” Sineva asked in a whisper, uncertainty coloring her voice.
A voice, firm and unhesitating, echoed in Sineva’s ears: “Yes, it is I.”
“Truly you?” In Sineva’s eyes flashed a glint of disbelief, prompting her to insist, “Weren’t you supposed to have left with Lord Phantom Master on the Gloaming Mountains? Why are you here? Was it you who persuaded the Succubus to go back? Where are you now?”
The rapid-fire questions poured into Angel’s consciousness.
Just as Angel was about to respond, he noticed a movement from his mental tendrils. He saw a dark figure emerge from beyond the fiery expanse at Sineva’s rear, emerging from the Hunting Museum and making a beeline for her.
“Lady Sineva, let’s save these questions for another time. A demon is currently advancing in your direction; you need to evacuate immediately,” Angel declared. He then added, “By the way, is my mentor on the floating iceberg in the sky?”
The urgency in Angel’s voice made Sineva whirl around. Sure enough, she saw a dark silhouette advancing slowly yet oppressively through the sea of flames.
If she hadn’t been wounded, Sineva might have had a fighting chance. But now, it was an impossibility.
“If you’re referring to Lord Phantom Master, he is indeed on the floating iceberg. You…” Sineva quickly relayed this information, preparing to retreat. She also planned to glean some information from the entity that claimed to be “Angel”.
However, before she could even begin, Angel’s voice echoed once more.
“Lady Sineva, make haste, the demon which accompanied Olucia approaches!” Angel instantly recognized the lurking shadow as the Servant of Fire, shrouded within the fiery crimson robes.
“You know of Olucia?” Battling the unease wracking her body, Sineva kept her feet moving in rapid succession.
Angel watched as the Servant of Fire drew ever closer to Sineva, hurriedly he spoke, “I have crossed paths with her before. I understand your curiosity but my tale is long and convoluted. There will be a more appropriate time for it…”
The suspicion etched across Sineva’s countenance deepened, deciphering the undertone of Angel’s words, was it truly him? How could he have possibly encountered Olucia?
Nonetheless, as he rightly pointed out, the current situation demanded her full attention. Her priority now was to escape, the unearthing of the mystery could wait.
Just as Sineva was about to flee the scene, a new mental message, ephemeral as it was, once again reached her ears.
“Avoid the Hunting Museum at all costs… He… is about to ascend… the throne…”
Sineva did not have the luxury of time to dissect Angel’s cryptic warning; instead, she sped away from the region as swiftly as her strength permitted.
Casting a backward glance during her escape, she noticed the demon Angel had identified as the companion of Olucia. It seemed hesitant, opting not to pursue her.
The Servant of Fire lingered for a time at the scene of Sineva’s previous encounter with Hai, the eyes beneath its hood seemingly lost in deep contemplation.
After a while, the Servant of Fire turned its gaze toward the location of the Phantasmagoria Cabin.
Angel had already retracted his mental tendrils at this point, but it was clear that the gaze of the Servant of Fire was probing for him.
The site of the previous skirmish was not far from the Hunting Museum. Angel had been able to watch the battle, so it was likely that the Servant of Fire within the Hunting Museum had also seen it. The words that Hai uttered at the end were presumably overheard by the Servant of Fire as well.
Perhaps, both Hai and the Servant of Fire had started to doubt his identity.
Angel sighed, if his identity was exposed, then so be it. After all, he had already obtained the materials he needed to purchase, and had incidentally acquired many precious materials not found in the Wizarding World. It was well worth it.
The Servant of Fire gazed at the Phantasmagoria Cabin for a moment, but with the Domain of Wind shrouding it, he couldn’t discern the specific situation.
Eventually, the Servant of Fire glanced in the direction of Sineva’s escape, before turning and walking back to the Hunting Museum.
Regardless of what happened outside, the lord’s throne was about to take shape. Moreover, this was the most important moment for Lady Olucia. Guarding her side was of utmost importance.
Other doubts could be addressed later.
After the Servant of Fire left, Angel breathed a sigh of relief. At least for now, it seemed that Sineva had escaped. Moreover, he had obtained confirmation from Sineva that Sanders was on the floating iceberg in the sky.
The only regret was that he hadn’t managed to get Sineva to pass a message to Sanders.
…
On the other hand, at that moment, Sineva was hiding outside a ruined building.
This edifice appears to have been recently battered by meteoric fire, a colossal crater dominating its center, molten lava flowing within its depths, evidently the aftermath of a meteor’s furious impact.
Sineva, assuring herself of the absence of any life in the immediate vicinity, finds solace reclining against a mildly heated stone, an earthly refuge in an alien landscape.
Writhing in agony on the ground, bearing the internal torment, a considerable length of time elapses before the tide of pain ebbs slightly. Only then does Sineva draw a potion from the ether and partake of it, awaiting the gradual recuperation of her wounds.
This ordeal, agonizing and protracted, was nevertheless endured by Sineva.
With her panting gradually stabilizing, Sineva finally liberates her thoughts, reflecting upon the prior transmission from the entity self-styled as Angel.
In truth, whether the entity was genuinely Angel was a consideration Sineva presently chose to neglect. After all, simply locating Sanders would serve as sufficient confirmation.
Her contemplation now centered upon the message relayed by Angel.
Firstly, he seemingly orchestrated the reprieve granted by the Panaces Succubus, even if the “shopkeeper” was not directly him, the episode unquestionably bore the influence of Angel.
Secondly, his informational arsenal apparently surpassed those of the Frost Moon. Moreover, he conceded to having encountered Olucia.
Thirdly, the implications of his final transmission were staggering…
“Hunting Museum?” Sineva’s gaze darkened, recalling her confrontation with the Panaces Succubus when her gaze was drawn more than once to the target structure. Her vision had perceived fragments of the structure’s moniker, the Hunting Museum, it seemed.
Yet the news brought by Angel suggested: the Hunting Museum bore the presence of an entity on the verge of ascension to the throne?!
Sineva choked back a gulp, for if this statement was true, it could be deemed a thunderclap that shakes the heavens! The ‘throne’ mentioned, Sineva certainly understood its implications — it referred to the Demon Lord of the Abyss!
And the realm of wizardry corresponding to the Demon Lord was… Legendary!
Was there a demon in La Sutherland on the verge of ascending to the throne?!
The mere thought of such a possibility had Sineva nearly breathless with anticipation. Swiftly, she produced an icy communicator from her pouch space, intending to contact Lord Mengke.
However, in the tumultuous combat between wizards and demons outside the iceberg, the chaotic energies disrupted the stable channels of communication.
Sineva pondered briefly, constructing a Long-Distance Voice Spell in her mental space.
Although the Long-Distance Voice Spell was a rather rudimentary trick, with its maximum transmission distance barely reaching a kilometer, once coupled with a communicator, it could reinforce the stability of the communication channel, and even allow the voice to reach further.
This was a classic example of the practical application of spells, which had been utilized across various fields by wizards tens of thousands of years ago. Whether in daily life, research experiments or combat, the practical use of spells was pervasive.
Quickly reinforcing the new communication channel, Sineva finally heard a deep male voice, “Lady Sineva, is that you?”
The speaker was Maher, the captain of the Frost Moon guard and a core member of the Frost Moon Alliance. Handling such a significant task of contacting Sineva, Mengke had entrusted to him.
“Maher, pass the communicator to Lord Mengke, I have important matters to report.”
Above the floating iceberg, without a moment’s hesitation, Maher made haste towards the location of Mengke.
Mengke was currently observing the ongoing combat in the external world, a horrifying demon with formidable power had emerged from the Void Obelisk, assaulting the floating iceberg with insane fervor. Almost all of the wizards of true knowledge were dispatched to halt the beast’s advances. Nevertheless, the sheer terror of the demon’s power left everyone in awe.
Mengke even contemplated that if things got out of hand, he might have to intervene earlier than expected.
“Lord Mengke, Lady Sineva has some urgent news to report,” Maher quickly arrived at Mengke’s side and passed him a communicator, as fragile as thin ice.
On hearing that it was a message from Sineva, Mengke took the communicator without delay.
“Lord Mengke, while I was exploring the target area, I was obstructed by a succubus who had undergone Abyssal Awakening. Currently, the majority of my magic energy has been consumed. To continue with the mission might be beyond my abilities,” Sineva replied upon hearing Mengke’s voice, “However, I have obtained some crucial information.”
Not just Mengke was listening, other wizards resting in rotation on the floating iceberg also pricked up their ears.
Sineva’s voice was somewhat weak, which indicated that her current situation wasn’t the best. It was clear that the attack from the awakened demon she mentioned with such understatement entailed a scenario full of danger and bloodshed that all could infer.
Mengke, of course, could sense Sineva’s struggle but chose not to inquire immediately, instead he followed Sineva’s words and asked, “What information?”
“Before I divulge this information, I would like Sanders to provide an update on the current situation of his apprentice, Angel.”
Chapter 1090 A Sense of Guilt <TOC> Chapter 1092 Astonishing Revelation