Chapter 1108 Unpredictable Outcome <TOC> Chapter 1110 Komodo
Translator: SumTLMan
Maher found himself at Mengke’s side, whispering to him the pressing situation they faced with Mumin, “…..he’s on his last legs now, and once we unleash him to the demons, the consequences are too grim to imagine.”
Maher had spoken at length, yet it seemed Mengke was not actively listening, instead, he seemed to be lost in his thoughts.
“Lord Mengke?”
Roused from his contemplation, Mengke took a moment, then nodded to Maher, “In that case, bring forth the Chaos Magic Cannon. It has a lengthy activation period, let Mumin hold out a bit longer.”
Maher nodded. The Chaos Magic Cannon was in a way, their ace in the hole. It was an invention birthed from the research labs of Sky Mechanical City, led by Muse’s development efforts. Five years prior, Mengke visited the research institute, where he made a covert deal with Muse and thus acquired it.
The might of the Chaos Magic Cannon was immense; it could continuously shatter the void. Even if one sought refuge in a different dimension, they could not evade its wrath.
However, it had a lengthy initiation period, around a minute. This buffering time was more than enough for enemies to make a hasty retreat. Thus, its practical use was limited in normal circumstances. It seemed, however, that it would be an ideal fit against the three demons entrapped by the Puppet Show.
Just as Maher was about to fetch the cannon, Mengke posed a seemingly unrelated question to him, “Do you think… Angel might be watching us right now?”
A look of bewilderment crossed Maher’s face, not understanding why Mengke would suddenly bring up Angel. After all, wasn’t Angel’s situation under Samantha and Canter’s watch?
As Maher opened his mouth, contemplating a response, Mengke waved his hand, “Nevermind, you go and attend to your duties.”
After saying his piece, Mengke strode over to Sanders with leisure steps, leaving Maher staring at his back.
As Maher went to retrieve the Chaos Magic Cannon, he looked back, a visage of confusion etched on his face. Mengke seemed to be engaged in a quiet conversation with Sanders.
On the ground, Angel was ever watchful for a shift in the tide.
The puppet show was absurd and bizarre, keeping a host of demons spinning in circles. Yet Mumin’s strength was ultimately wanting, if there was no showstopper, he was unlikely to last much longer.
At long last, just as Mumin’s complexion grew ashen, almost cadaverous, Angel noticed a ripple on the iceberg.
He spotted Maher carrying a black box, escorted by a sizable contingent of Frost Moon guards, moving towards the frontline of the battlefield.
Maher solemnly opened the black box, and in that moment, the Frost Moon guards marshalled a powerful protective spell, encasing Maher within their ring.
Angel watched with curiosity, keen to discern what Maher would extract from the black box.
To his surprise, he saw Maher gingerly retrieve a deep grey cannon shell.
In the flash of an instant as the cannonball came into contact with the atmosphere, there was a distinct distortion in the surrounding area. A gloomy, chaotic mist, as if hailing from an unknown void, crawled forth, filling the warped air.
A luminescent flame sprang from Maher’s fingertips. With a gentle flick, the fire fell into the shell — or, more precisely, into the twisted grey mist, disappearing in an instant.
Maher held the cannonball aloof with one hand, slowly levitating it into the air.
Within the deep grey core of the shell, there emanated a faint, orange radiance. The instant this light diffused outwards, Angel felt an abrupt lull in his heart.
An uneasy palpitation surged within him, rising rapidly.
Fafnir, standing behind him, also wore a changed expression, her gaze filled with disbelief as she watched the shell gradually transform into an orange fireball.
“This perturbation tells me,” Fafnir’s brow furrowed, the orange fireball’s halo reflected in her eyes, “its power… is enough to threaten my existence.”
A power threatening Fafnir’s life?!
“What in the world is this?” Canaan cried out in alarm.
“It’s something from Sky Mechanical City,” Angel hadn’t expected the variable he’d been waiting for to reveal such a familiar symbol.
From his bracelet, Angel retrieved a metal card.
The card was an access pass to the research institute, its emblem identical to the one on the black box.
“So it is indeed a mechanical alchemical weapon produced by the institute,” Angel murmured, his earlier assumption that the wizards of Sky Mechanical City hadn’t participated in Mengke’s plan — since he hadn’t seen them on the floating iceberg — seemed incorrect. They were indeed supporting Mengke, but in a way he hadn’t anticipated.
Angel briefly recounted the events of Sky Mechanical City: “Things developed by the institute are either dormant or powerful enough to influence epochal changes in the Wizarding World. This cannonball, I surmise, is of the dormant kind, but its power…”
He didn’t need to elaborate on its power. Fafnir’s earlier words had already substantiated everything.
“From what you’ve said, it seems this institute holds a high position, then why do you have an institute access card?” Canaan’s gaze fell onto the metal card in Angel’s hand. Fafnir also turned to look, having been confused about Angel’s identity. She couldn’t understand why not only was he an otherworlder, but why was Odeklaes so attentive towards him?
Angel shrugged, “I’m considered a prospective researcher of the institute. I have the access card, but I’ve never been there…”
Canaan seemed eager to press further inquiries about the research institute, but Angel swiftly redirected the conversation. “The arming delay on that spell cannonball is quite lengthy, it seems, which would make it severely restricted in its potential applications. However, it seems just the thing for a large demon ensnared on a stage. Hold on, has it been launched already?!”
While Angel was in the midst of his narration, Maher had fully activated the Chaos Magic Cannon.
The hovering cannonball that Maher was holding in his right hand had now turned into a burning sun, its heat intense enough to char the surrounding space into a black void, resembling a chaotic rift engulfing the sun within.
In just a short minute, Maher’s condition was almost as exhausted as Mengke’s, which suggested that activating the Chaos Magic Cannon was not a simple task.
“Cancel defensive spells!” roared Maher.
His Frost Moon guards immediately dispelled the multilayer defensive spells surrounding him. At the same time, the cannonball was loaded into the suddenly appearing Void Obelisk, aimed directly at the puppet show stage, and fired!
An aurora beam, gone in a flash——
“Fool! Get out of the way!” Iadase, who had been keeping a watchful eye on the situation, felt a premonition the moment the Chaos Magic Cannon appeared. Regrettably, he was tightly entangled by Nereus and was utterly incapable of conveying the message to the Great Demon stuck on the stage.
Only when the cannonball was launched, distracting Nereus, did Iadase find the opportunity to shout a warning.
But it was too late.
Under the terror of the radiant beam, Iadase could not possibly rush onto the stage, and could only watch with wide eyes as the fierce brilliance exploded.
Iadase faintly heard several screams from the direction of the puppet show stage. However, these screams were quickly drowned out by a low buzzing noise.
What’s more, at that moment, the entire world was lit up by the fierce white light. Everyone near the puppet show stage was blinded by the dazzling brightness, causing their vision to black out.
Even Angel, who had his consciousness merged with the wind, couldn’t help but shift his main consciousness back to the ground.
The white light persisted, making the world momentarily quiet.
“Will they… die?” Canaan’s voice trembled slightly. Although she wasn’t engulfed by the beam of light, its immense power nonetheless instilled an unprecedented sense of shock.
In times past, Canaan had always deemed mankind to be frail. But today, whether it’s the awakening of Hai by the Rhythm of the Ocean, the puppet show stage, or this formidable cannonball, each wave of revelation tells Canaan that mankind isn’t as feeble as she had imagined.
Angel couldn’t answer Canaan’s question; she would only know the precise situation once the white light dispersed.
“Will they die or not, it’s hard to tell. Mankind has its trump cards, but that doesn’t mean the demons lack theirs,” Fafnir cast her gaze towards the dazzling white light in the sky. “After all, this is La Sutherland. This is the demons’ home field. Nobody knows what might transpire.”
A notion stirred within Angel. Was Fafnir implying that the three Great Demons might still have a chance at life?
To survive under such a colossal onslaught?
Angel himself didn’t believe so. After the cannonball was fired, although he couldn’t see the specific situation on stage, he clearly observed the trajectory of the cannonball, which shattered the entire space.
Angel had never before witnessed such a devastating assault of this magnitude.
He even speculated that if it weren’t for the fact that they were in the Abyss where the laws of space were extremely robust, if this were a typical world, this single blow might be powerful enough to submerge continents and churn oceans.
The three Great Demons had already been tattered and wounded by the puppet show stage. Could they withstand such a powerful attack?
Roughly half a minute later, the white light gradually faded.
Angel also shifted his primary consciousness back into the wind in the sky.
Although this stream of wind was under Fafnir’s control, Angel, with even just a sliver of consciousness, could still perceive the energy fluctuations in the surroundings.
The energy in the vicinity was more than just chaotic now, it could even be described as “boiling”, illustrating just how terrifying the previous attack was!
Angel turned his gaze to the location of the puppet show stage. He was curious to see whether the Great Demons, under such circumstances, could really survive?
The puppet show stage had completely vanished. In its previous location, a sinister vortex of darkness had appeared.
Presumably, this was a spatial rift caused by the impact of the cannonball.
And around this dark vortex, there was nothing. No sign of any life.
A cheer erupted from atop the floating iceberg.
As Angel turned to look back, the collective mood atop the floating iceberg seemed to be soaring.
Mumin lay in a pool of blood, his injuries seemingly grave, yet there was a twist of a smile at the corner of his mouth. The circumstances were dire for Maher as well, yet his eyes were gleaming with excitement. Conquering three Great Demons in one fell swoop, even at the cost of a Chaos Magic Cannon, was far from a setback.
The countenance of the rest of the wizards was relaxed.
However, as Angel’s gaze fell upon Sanders, he noticed Sanders was conversing with Mengke by his side, his expression not as carefree as the others.
Just as Angel was about to question this oddity, Sanders abruptly lifted his gaze to meet Angel’s.
His mouth slightly ajar, he silently mouthed——
“Angel?”
A thunderous sound echoed in Angel’s mind, he stared at Sanders, stupefied, a single thought overwhelming him: Has my disguise been blown?
“How did Sanders discover me?” Before the thought could fully form, Angel noticed Sanders’ gaze shifting elsewhere——
Simultaneously, the once jovial mood of the wizards on the floating iceberg suddenly solidified.
Following Sanders’ gaze, Angel saw a faint silhouette appearing within the black vortex from earlier.
Chapter 1108 Unpredictable Outcome <TOC> Chapter 1110 Komodo