Chapter 1092 Astonishing Revelation <TOC> Chapter 1094 The Vanishing Flames
Translator: SumTLMan
Could it be more poignant? Is it not an incredible coincidence?
Mengke mulled over it for a moment, then surmised that perhaps none of this was happenstance. Maybe Olucia, emerging from the Abyss, was awaiting the advent of the Lord of Fire?
If that were indeed the case, then it seemed they were doomed to confront the Demon Lord, regardless.
Mengke closed his eyes for an extended period, only opening them after a substantial pause. “Find a way to contact Angel,” he intoned, “I need more detailed information.”
At this juncture, expecting Mengke to abandon the plan was out of the question. Moreover, they had already lost many wizards in the ongoing battle against the demons. This extensive depletion, without gaining any benefits, was a circumstance Mengke could not abide.
Yet if they pressed on, not to mention the Great Demons of the Void Obelisk, how were they to deal with the soon-to-be-crowned Demon Lord? This was an issue they needed to resolve.
Currently, the person with the clearest grasp of this matter was Angel. Therefore, it was imperative that Mengke established contact with him, come hell or high water.
However, getting in touch with Angel presented a challenge in itself.
“Angel might very well be at the mysterious shop.” Sineva’s voice resonated from the communicator, “Although the shop is enveloped by the sea of fire, I sensed subtle movements within it during my battle with the succubus. It’s possible that the mysterious shop hasn’t been incinerated but remains hidden there, shrouded by the fiery sea.”
Sineva’s suggestion earned the agreement of all present. After all, Angel was an apprentice of illusion spells. It was quite possible that he had set up a deceptive formation of flame mirage outside, cloaking the location of the log cabin.
Logically speaking, as Sineva had previously conversed with Angel, she would be the best candidate to approach him. However, Sineva was currently in a precarious situation. The mental power within her was almost depleted. Should she encounter a demon, the situation would become exceedingly perilous.
So, aside from Sineva, who was the best candidate? The answer was unquestionably, Sanders.
In the case of others, Angel might not show due respect. But Sanders was his mentor. It was discernible from the words of others that Sanders had an uncommon affection for Angel. Therefore, Sanders making the approach was the optimal choice.
However, when everyone looked towards the situation outside the floating iceberg, they all sighed in unison.
Sanders was currently engaged in an intense battle with a Great Demon who called itself “Minotaur”. Regardless of whether it was the Great Demon or Sanders, both had entered a state of battle frenzy. Samantha was initially there to assist in the fight, but as the battle progressed, Samantha could not intervene. She could only stay outside the circle of combat, anxiously observing the course of the battle.
Looking at Sanders’ current situation, any message relayed to him would distract him. And the outcome of such distraction could perhaps be Minotaur turning its attention to other wizards. Others were not as formidable as Sanders. Even Samantha might not be able to withstand the onslaught of Minotaur.
Given the current circumstances, Sanders could not be dispatched to search for Angel.
After a moment’s hesitation, Mengke turned his gaze to Canter.
He actually intended to dispatch Canter to the mission. Canter’s capabilities weren’t inferior to Sineva’s, and with his Night’s Bloodline activated, his stealth was quite formidable. Most importantly, among those present, barring Sanders, Canter and Angel likely shared the closest ties.
Hence, assigning Canter for the task seemed the most fitting choice.
However, Mengke harbored separate concerns. While Canter was undoubtedly an excellent choice, his heart wasn’t entirely aligned with Frost Moon. The House of Lilith has had a strategic alliance with Phantom Island since the early times, and Canter’s bias towards Angel was certain.
This bias became evident when Canter, despite having spotted Angel in La Sutherland, concealed the information.
If Canter were dispatched, even if he encountered Angel and received some information, it’s not guaranteed that he would relay the message back “without any reservation.”
After pondering deeply, Mengke finally said, “Canter, perhaps you should undertake this journey?”
Canter had suspected as much previously, so he nodded without surprise.
“However, our target location has a Demon Lord about to be born, and Olucia along with her guards are also nearby. For safety’s sake, how about this? Sanders and Minotaur are deeply engrossed in their fierce battle, giving Samantha some spare time. Let Samantha accompany you on this mission…”
A gleam flashed across Canter’s eyes. He was aware of Mengke’s thoughts. On the surface, it appeared to be for safety reasons, but in reality, it was nothing more than a concern about receiving incomplete information.
However, Canter was unconcerned. In the current dire circumstances, he couldn’t possibly maintain any secrets. Moreover, his form was more inclined towards support and didn’t offer significant aid in direct combat. Initially, he was worried about potential insufficiency in handling the situation, but with Samantha’s presence, the concerns faded. Samantha’s “Glazed Paradise” was undeniably the most destructive deterrent spell present.
“Alright.” Canter nodded, accepting the task at hand.
Samantha was summoned back to the floating iceberg. Upon learning about Angel’s situation, she expressed surprise and, like the other wizards, had many questions. However, it wasn’t the time to ponder over these uncertainties. Seeing the sky blaze intensifying, Samantha didn’t waste time and immediately descended from the floating iceberg with Canter.
“It would be best to bring Angel back,” Mengke suggested. But he quickly recalled the formidable entity accompanying Angel. If they upset this entity, it might lead to an even worse situation. So, he added, “But do your best.”
After Samantha and Canter’s departure, Mengke let out a soft sigh.
When he laid out the plan to hunt the Descendant of the Demon God, he had considered the existence of variables. To accommodate these variables, he swallowed his pride and sought out individuals from various organizations in the Wizarding World to venture into the Abyss. Many of Frost Moon’s trump cards were also considered for these variables.
For instance, the Great Demons of the Void Obelisk had previously dispersed to various parts of La Sutherland. No one knew what they were up to and what kind of impact it would have. This was one of the variables Mengke had contemplated.
However, Mengke had not anticipated such a significant deviation in the variables encountered in La Sutherland.
Oh, the arrival of the throne!
This spectacle is one that could scarcely be witnessed in thousands of years. Perhaps, if this event were not unfolding at this precise moment, Mengke might have moved heaven and earth to observe it, for a lord does indeed correspond to the legendary realm, and who knows what inspiration it might lend him for his own path to the future.
Yet, the variable has made its appearance here and now.
“I hope… all shall proceed smoothly,” Mengke murmured in a low voice.
“Lord Mengke, as the prospective lord has not yet officially ascended, perhaps we could…,” Maher suggested, his hand mimicking the motion of a beheading.
Mengke shook his head, “The path of demons differs from our wizard path to becoming legendary. The throne bestowed by the heavens can be obstructed by none. Not only is it under the gaze of the great will of the Abyss, but perhaps even more formidable entities are keeping an eye on this place… If we truly attempt to hinder it, we will instantly be regarded as pariahs by the Abyss Plane.”
Mengke knew full well that many Demon Gods would enlist Demon Lords as their subordinates, for instance, Giallar, the most powerful force under the Flameless Lord, was a Demon Lord.
Usually, these great entities wouldn’t bat an eye if humans were cavorting about in the Abyss. Still, if they were to obstruct such a divinely ordained event, humans would then attract their attention and might even be eradicated.
Currently, their only hope was that this Demon Lord did not belong to the faction of the Flameless Lord; otherwise, it would cause them substantial losses in their hunt for Olucia.
Even though it currently seemed that Olucia had already reached the territory of the Demon Lord, Mengke still harbored hope for the emergence of variables.
If all else fails, they might need to resort to drastic measures.
However, they had not yet reached the worst of times, and the most critical piece of information at the moment was still pertaining to Angel.
In the past, it was said that Olucia’s arrival in La Sutherland at this juncture was highly fortuitous. But upon reflection, Angel’s appearance here at this time seemed no less a coincidence.
What role did Angel play in La Sutherland? And who exactly was the powerful figure who took him away from Whispering Wind Valley? Questions swirled, as mysterious as the shadows at dusk.
Mengke, his gaze shifting to the silent crowd, queried, “Who among you possesses more detailed information about this Angel?”
A seed of suspicion had sprouted in Mengke’s mind. Angel seemed an enigma, a riddle wrapped in a mystery.
From Angel’s demeanor, he didn’t appear to be in captivity, yet there was no sign of any intention to rejoin the ranks. As of yet, there was no proof to validate the veracity of Angel’s claims, awaiting Samantha’s confirmation remained the only option.
Before that, Mengke hoped to gather more pieces of this intricate puzzle.
The more the wizards revealed about Angel, the more astonishing the picture became. Initially, Mengke had merely seen Angel as an exceptional alchemist talent. But as information poured in, the portrait of Angel in his mind became increasingly vibrant and multi-faceted.
Not just Mengke, even the other wizards expressed surprise at Angel’s varied experiences after sharing their information.
From an ordinary person to the pinnacle of apprenticeship, all within less than five years. Although this didn’t break the record for the fastest rise in history, it was certainly within the realm of the supremely gifted.
But what was most important, Angel’s rate of power increase was not the only astonishing aspect. His proficiency in alchemy was equally astounding. The greatest reason for his fame was not his cultivation, but rather the sheer prowess of his alchemical skills, which inspired awe and wonder.
Upon the threshold of his third year in the Wizarding World, Angel stood on the cusp of the realm of mysterious alchemists. As the fourth year dawned, he crafted his first high-rank alchemical magnum opus. It’s noteworthy that even the most renowned alchemists often measure the preparation of a single piece in years. Yet Angel rapidly forged several awe-inspiring creations.
Not only that, his alchemical creations were snatched up in frenzied bids across the Southern Region. Even his simplest creation, an Illusion Music Box, fetched a staggering two hundred thousand magic crystals. The profit margins from these sales kindled avarice in the eyes of many wizards.
Moreover, Angel nearly found his name engraved in the authoritative annals of the —Forest of Time—, a prestigious record within the Wizarding World.
The more one learned about Angel, the more alarming his latent potential seemed.
Mengke now understood why even Rhine had broken protocol to accompany Sanders to the Abyss, presumably seeing value in Angel.
“If his growth continues, he’ll surely become a tide-turner in the Wizarding World.” This was a consensus amongst all the wizards present. Although some voiced it with a sigh of resignation about the inexorable march of time, others — those who held grudges against Sanders or bore ill-will towards the Savage Grottoes — their gazes were filled with sinister envy and jealousy.
Just as everyone was marveling at Angel’s potential, a new piece of news exploded like a bombshell amidst the crowd.
The one who delivered this news was a stooped old man, in front of whom stood a chubby sand rat.
He spoke with a slow, weather-beaten tone, “In fact, I have another piece of news about Angel… Unless there’s an unforeseen hitch, he’s already been marked by the Time Thief.”
Chapter 1092 Astonishing Revelation <TOC> Chapter 1094 The Vanishing Flames