Chapter 1101 The Purge Plan for All Humanity <TOC> Chapter 1103 Puppet Show
Translator: SumTLMan
Indeed, to implement this plan seamlessly is not a walk in the park, and countless variables might pose a formidable obstacle. To minimize such uncertainties, the Great Demons orchestrates with shrewd diligence. For instance, declaring the skies a no-fly zone, stands as one such preventive measure.
Upon hearing this, Angel found himself utterly dumbfounded.
According to Canaan’s narrative, the terror invoked by the rifts of the Void rivals the full-force assault of a Demon Lord. Such high-intensity, wide-ranging destruction could wreak havoc on the wizards on the floating iceberg.
Subsequent to his initial shock, a sense of panic began to encroach upon Angel’s psyche.
In the bliss of ignorance, peace prevailed; however, awareness of this human purge plan left him uneasy, like a cat on hot bricks.
He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that he ought to do something.
While the lives of the Frost Moon Alliance’s wizards were of no concern to Angel, he couldn’t ignore the safety of Sanders and Canter. Their fate, should they be engulfed by the Void rifts, was unpredictable!
“No, I can’t let this happen,” Angel resolved quietly to himself, “I must find a way to broadcast this plan.”
After the initial wave of panic, Angel slowly regained his composure.
Even if he truly wanted to spill the beans about this, he needed to first fully comprehend the plan.
Angel turned his gaze back to Canaan.
Following his elucidation, Canaan withdrew to the periphery, seemingly cognizant of the tempestuous emotions roiling within Angel. She granted Angel a solitary sanctuary for rumination.
“What preconditions must be met for this plan to proceed? And, when is this plan due to be set into motion?”
Upon hearing these inquiries, Canaan immediately comprehended the direction of Angel’s thoughts.
“Firstly, the mechanism stabilizing spatial energy must operate in reverse. This process necessitates a certain time allowance. Next, in order to avoid inflicting harm upon La Sutherland, the void vibration must be aimed precisely at the location of the floating iceberg in the higher altitudes. This too will require an adjustment period. As to the specific moment when the plan will be set into motion, I honestly cannot say, however…” Canaan lifted her gaze towards the fiery horizon, upon which drifted the iceberg: “Once the plan is on the verge of implementation, the Great Demons attacking the iceberg will inevitably retreat.”
As Canaan articulated these thoughts, Angel also raised his head, spotting a streak of golden light sweeping across the sky, similar to a meteor hurtling towards the iceberg.
“That’s Eudecernos,” indicated Canaan, pointing towards the golden glow, “It is one of the seven leaders of the Void Obelisk.”
The advent of a new Great Demon escalated the aerial conflict, elevating the tally of those besieging the iceberg to three. While this would exponentially increase the pressure on the wizards locked in battle, it also signaled a piece of information——
At least for the time being, it would seem that the plan to exterminate humanity requires some time before reaching its execution phase. Otherwise, Eudecernos would not have joined the fray at this juncture.
A measure of tension ebbed away from Angel’s taut nerves, allowing for a breath of relief. At the very least, time was still on his side.
However, communicating with those above the floating iceberg was not as simple as threading a needle. The skies had become a forbidden zone, a tundra prowled by numerous demons, their eyes piercing like hungry tigers ready to pounce at the slightest stir, ready to knock down any birds daring to fly.
Angel was immersed in a deep conundrum, strategizing on the best way to convey the message.
Numerous tactics were considered, and countless simulations were played out in his mind’s theatre, yet all failed to break through the heavily fortified air-guard, a fortress manned by malicious demons.
Angel’s contemplation even wandered to the figure of La Sutherland, who being a part of La Sutherland, might have the freedom to traverse the skies without fear of attack. However, upon examining La Sutherland, Angel found her complexion ghostly pale, seemingly recovering her wounds with some form of water magic.
With her injuries yet to fully heal, coupled with her affiliation with the demonic camp, it was already remarkable for her to confide in Angel knowing his human identity. Asking her to relay the message seemed like an impossible task.
In the corner of his eye, Angel glanced towards Fafnir, who, engrossed in the sky battle, treated the entire situation as though it were a riveting theatre performance.
Assuming aid from Fafnir was like hoping for rain in a drought.
While Angel was still ruminating on possible solutions, a soft murmur from Canaan caught his attention: “Another one comes.”
Lifting his gaze, Angel noted another silhouette streaking from the ground towards the high sky. The figure was one Angel recognized — Iadase, the being shrouded in black bone armor and wings of bone sprouting from his back.
Iadase had now joined the aerial clash.
“As I suspected,” Canaan lamented, drawing Angel’s gaze.
“My conjecture of the principal objective of the Great Demon God is to leave behind a device capable of inversely manipulating spatial energy, ensuring stability, upon reflection, the remaining demons are distributed strategically, stabilizing La Sutherland against the spatial rifts of the void. Upon accomplishing these tasks, they ascend to the floating iceberg to intercept. Their aim is to prevent human escape as much as possible, hence the deployment of one demon after another, constricting human operational space, to eliminate any uncertainties for the final void shock.”
Upon the completion of her discourse, Canaan cast a deep glance towards Angel and then indicated in the direction of the Raincloud Cage.
“I can sense that Nythotep is battling a human wizard in that direction. Once the battle concludes, Nythotep is expected to ascend into the high heavens as well.”
The notion that Nythotep could be engaged in battle within the Raincloud Cage flashed across Angel’s mind. Abruptly, he realized Canaan was likely reminding him of the ticking clock.
It seemed there might still be a sliver of time to relay a message. However, with each demon rising into the skies, constricting human space, the task of transmitting a message would grow exponentially difficult. Not only would Angel have to deal with demons attempting to thwart him, but he would also need to face the Great Demons laying siege to the floating iceberg.
Hence, if a message were to be transmitted, it would need to be dispatched posthaste. This urgency was not only due to the issue of the Great Demons but also to grant humans the time to react and respond.
However, what truly vexed Angel was that even at this stage, he lacked a foolproof method of relaying the message.
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At this moment, Baphomet was locked in an evenly matched battle with Minotaur, bearing an uncanny resemblance to itself. It knew this was an illusion crafted by the wizard, but had not expected the illusion’s power to be so formidable, its tactics and skills mirroring its own so perfectly. Baphomet was at a complete loss, unable to comprehend how the wizard who had conjured this illusory realm had achieved such a feat?
“Could it be possible that mind reading is at play?”
This thought was not confined to Baphomet alone. Minotaur, who was also in the Black Tower Nightmare Domain, was currently contemplating the same matter.
Just like Baphomet, it too was under attack from a mirrored entity.
The strength of this reflection surpassed Minotaur’s wildest conjecture. More crucially, some of its unique tactics, which it hadn’t used before, were being employed by the mirror image. Moreover, the timing of these moves seemed perfectly calculated to cause it harm.
This went beyond mere mind reading — it was as if while it resided here, all its combat strategies and styles had been laid bare.
This revelation left Minotaur in a state of astonishment — could human illusion spells really reach such heights?
After another fierce clash with the mirror image, Minotaur retreated to the top of the Black Tower, dissolving into a cloud of dark mist. It lowered its head to gaze at its own arm. Not only was it flushed red with exertion, but there were also signs of corrosion from their prior collision.
“The sensation of physical combat feels all too real, and even the corrosive effect of the dark mist is present. Could this truly be a mirror image illusion?” Minotaur observed its reflection suspended below the full moon, mirroring its own form. Its initial expression of surprise gradually morphed into delight.
Minotaur, who had devoted its existence to battle, had fought with humans, demons, and demonic creatures. It had even once crossed weapons with a quasi-lord. However, amongst all these fights, the current battle was the most intriguing and exhilarating it had ever experienced.
The adversary was none other than himself, possessing a physical prowess that mirrored his own, brandishing a combat arsenal just as diverse and powerful.
Minotaur was intrigued, pondering the outcome that might unfold from a clash with his mirror image.
Spurred by an even more vigorous combat spirit, Minotaur channeled his demonic energy with reckless abandon, indifferent to the consequences, as he engaged in a ferocious battle with his reflection.
Outside, the wizards bore witness to the developments within the Black Tower Nightmare Domain. Even though they now found themselves in the same camp as Sanders, they couldn’t help but feel apprehensive at the sight of a single illusion, capable of holding off two Great Demons and projecting images that were not the least bit inferior to these demons.
Such was the power of Lord Phantom Master, worthy of the title of God of War in the Southern Region.
Even Mengke was astounded. If he were to confront these two formidable demons, he doubted he could perform better than Sanders.
Touched by the earth-shattering battles unfolding within the illusion, the wizards elevated their assessment of Sanders to a higher echelon.
However, Sanders’ visage gradually paled. The more intense the battles became within the Nightmare Domain, the more discomfort he felt.
The destruction within the Nightmare Domain was mirrored onto him. Even though the battle within appeared evenly matched, Sanders was in considerable discomfort due to the damage being inflicted on the Nightmare Domain.
Before long, his eyes were rimmed with bloodshot lines. “Lord Mengke,” he urged, “we can’t delay any longer. I can only maintain the Black Tower Illusion for another minute before it collapses.”
Mengke discerned Sanders’ predicament swiftly deteriorating, a matter of no small import, considering that amongst them, Sanders possessed the most formidable power. It would be imprudent to let such strength dissipate here.
With this thought, a crease appeared between Mengke’s brows, “It seems, I need to bring that card into play.”
Having made his decision, Mengke turned his gaze back to the floating iceberg. As each Frost Moon wizard sidestepped his gaze, it finally landed on an extravagantly dressed male wizard.
A commonplace first level wizard, perhaps considered a formidable force elsewhere, but here in La Sutherland, he was often relegated to the role of cannon fodder.
Yet now, all the wizards of the Frost Moon Alliance, including Mengke, had fixed their gazes upon him, sparking a sensation that hinted at something decidedly uncommon.
Under the collective scrutiny, the man in the spotlight exhibited not a shred of discomfort, instead, his countenance betrayed a sense of indulgence.
He puffed out his chest, parading towards Mengke with a theatrical strut likened to a stage actor.
“Oh, honorable Lord Mengke, what might be the reason you summoned me~?” His voice undulated with an intonation of recitative, accompanied by a rich tapestry of expressions. It was as if this were not a battlefield, but a stage.
It stirred an involuntary urge in some… to punch him.
“Mumin, do you have Kundera’s masterpiece with you?” Mengke inquired.
Chapter 1101 The Purge Plan for All Humanity <TOC> Chapter 1103 Puppet Show