Chapter 1109 The Chaos Magic Cannon <TOC> Chapter 1111 Breaking the Stalemate
Translator: SumTLMan
The silhouette coalesced slowly amidst the swirling vortex of light and shadow.
What had Angel caught sight of?
The form of the Great Demon?!
So Fafnir was correct! Under such a terrifying onslaught, the Great Demon had somehow clung onto life? Astonishment seized Angel’s visage as the silhouette grew clearer with the emergence of the light.
Angel watched the vortex of darkness silently. When the figure finally stepped out of it, the reality hidden within became clear——
Baphomet had appeared before the wizards.
“It’s actually still alive!” Angel’s emotions swirled into a tumult. This level of power should have brought any creature to its knees. Yet Baphomet still survived…
Wait! Angel’s expression froze for a moment. He noticed that although Baphomet had emerged from the vortex, its eyes were lifeless and desperate, devoid of the merest glimmer of spirit.
It seemed nothing more than an inanimate object!
As Angel’s face was riddled with confusion, he noticed a thin layer of black mist enveloping Baphomet. The mist corroded Baphomet’s form continuously, large patches of its skin peeling off, exposing raw muscles and blood. These chunks of flesh, like mud being burnt, transformed into a viscous sludge that kept dripping from it.
Skin, organs, even the bones, all melted together, raining down from high above.
Crimson foulness, black corruption, and pale decay.
Eventually, Baphomet was fully consumed by the blood mist, bursting with a ‘pop’.
Once the filth dissipated, Baphomet’s spirit, too, was wiped from existence.
However, everything hadn’t ended.
Angel heard the soft ‘tinkle tinkle’ of bells. The only demon associated with bells was Eudecernos!
Indeed, after the blood mist disappeared, other figures revealed themselves. Not just one, but two. Eudecernos and Minotaur had simultaneously appeared!
Had they been hiding behind Baphomet all along? Did that mean they had evaded destruction?! No, more accurately, they had taken Baphomet hostage the instant the puppet show was demolished, using it as their human shield, their bulwark against the onslaught!
However, they seemed to be faring quite badly, despite their cunning ploy.
These Great Demons were also being corroded by the black mist, and similar to Baphomet, their skin was falling off, their flesh turning into sludge. However, Angel could distinctly observe, within their gazes, the presence of emotion — a flicker of obscurity, a dollop of resentment, a heaping dose of hatred… Regardless, the expression in their eyes indicated one crucial thing — they have yet to meet their demise.
Sure enough, once the bone-gnawing erosion ceased, Eudecernos had half its body melted away, while Minotaur fared even worse, with nearly two-thirds of its form reduced to oblivion. Yet, despite all this, they were alive. The flesh and blood of their wounds thrashed and twisted, implying a powerful sense of impending regeneration.
“They’re actually still alive?!” a wizard shrieked in disbelief from atop the floating iceberg.
The Chaos Magic Cannon, a superconductive magic item from Mechanical City, with the force to penetrate the void and even inflict varying degrees of damage to numerous different spaces represented by the current spatial coordinates — how could they have evaded its strike?
“Why are they still alive after that kind of attack?” The wizard who spoke was whispering now, his expression morphing from shock to breakdown. Were the physical bodies of these Great Demons truly this formidable?
“Quiet! Instead of wasting breath on this, we should focus on eliminating these two demons. They are as weak as flickering candles in the wind — this is the perfect moment to deal with them!” Maher hoisted himself up, turning towards Mengke, “Mengke, now…”
“Just as you said, this is indeed the best time to slay them.” Mengke glanced towards the crowd, “They haven’t fully recovered yet. Kill them, and all the spoils of war will be yours.”
It has been proven time and again that there was nothing like a tangible incentive to fan the flames of motivation.
Previously, Baphomet had been reduced to a pile of sludge, but its weapon was still firmly grasped by Minotaur. Eudecernos, on the other hand, had claimed Baphomet’s terrifying mist aura. Factoring in the inherent value of these two demons themselves, everyone’s eyes gleamed with greed.
Ordinary demons might not be as valuable as demonic creatures, but that was not the case with Great Demons… the bloodline of a Great Demon was an expensive commodity, almost always in high demand but scarcely available. Be it for selling or personal use, it was a splendid choice.
Even as greed clouded their judgement, the wizards on the floating iceberg were still lucid. They understood that their adversaries were Great Demons, and even if they were severely crippled, killing them would not be an easy feat. So, although everyone was tempted, no one dared to make the first move.
This hesitation was a shadow cast by the previous inability of the Chaos Magic Cannon to kill these two Great Demons, creating a psychological shock in others.
Amidst this collective indecision of the wizards, a dark-skinned man wrapped in the shadow of a black dragon rose from behind the floating iceberg.
“Black Dragon” Essex! Another true knowledge wizard from the Frost Moon Alliance!
The might of Essex, not falling short of Samantha’s. He assumes the forefront, so even when faced with a fierce counterattack by the Great Demon, he would be the one first bearing the brunt of the blow. Pondering this, a wizard levitates from the floating iceberg, positioning himself behind Essex.
An increasing number of wizards take to the skies.
Essex gazes into the distance, where two Great Demons stand motionless before the vortex of darkness, like statues. Yet, the squirming flesh at their wound sites reveals their rush to recuperate.
As Mengke pointed out, it’s crucial to slay them before they regain their strength — or they’ll become endless trouble!
With this thought, Essex doesn’t hesitate, transforming into a shadow of a black dragon, he charges towards the Great Demons. The wizards trailing him unleash their individual spells, and in an instant, the fire-lit sky becomes an extraordinary spectacle of luminous brilliance——
Iadase remains entangled with Nereus, unable to provide any reinforcement.
Just as the shadow of the black dragon was about to strike a grievously wounded Great Demon, a harsh, croaky laughter suddenly materialized out of thin air.
A phantom flickers, and a fire-robed demon, with a head resembling a salamander, materializes before the black dragon, casting a shield of fire to block the dragon’s attack.
“Baphomet’s spirit has vanished? Good riddance. The seven seats of the Void Obelisk are excessive anyway, and I abhor the sickening smell that emanates from him…”
The fire shield effortlessly keeps Essex at bay. Even the assaults from the other wizards from behind fail to break through this ordinary looking fire shield.
This lone feat is more terrifying than any Great Demon they’ve encountered before!
“The Lord of Fire is about to descend. Any insult to fire is a provocation to the throne.” The fire-robed demon grins menacingly, its mouth full of fangs: “Under the majesty of fire, defeating me is an impossibility.”
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On the ground, Canaan gazes at the Salamander Headed Great Demon in the illusion, a trace of trepidation flickering in his eyes.
“That’s Komodo, the only fire-affinity Great Demon among the seven seats of the Void Obelisk.” As a half-demon of the water affinity, Canaan involuntarily displays a color of fear when facing Komodo, despite knowing that the shadow before her is only an illusion.
The appearance of Komodo doesn’t surprise Angel. He had previously speculated that the seven-seat Great Demons of the Void Obelisk would one by one advance to the sky to intercept the floating iceberg.
Now, with Minotaur and Eudecernos at a critical point in their recovery, it’s only natural for another Great Demon to lend a hand. If even Komodo can’t withstand them, it’s likely Nythotep would also join the fray.
In a manner that truly astounded Angel, beyond the stunning reality that the Chaos Magic Cannon did not annihilate the Great Demon, there lay the silent conversation Sanders had previously shared. It seemed as if Sanders had detected Angel’s presence. Alas, Angel was unable to command the subtle breeze; if he could, he would use the path carved by the wind to silently convey the ‘Purging of Humanity’ plan to Sanders.
Secretively, Angel cast a glance at Fafnir, silently speculating — was there a way he could borrow control of this subtle breeze from Fafnir, if only for a moment?
However, when Angel’s gaze fell upon Fafnir, he found a rare look of surprise etched on her face.
And it wasn’t only Fafnir, even Canaan wore a startled expression.
Yet, the reasons for their surprise, including Angel’s, were as distinct as night and day. The cause of Canaan’s astonishment was the repetitive murmurs: “Has Baphomet really perished like this?”
So far, Canaan had yet to recover from the shock of the news of Baphomet’s demise. For her, a Great Demon like Baphomet was an existence far beyond reach, and yet such a formidable being was annihilated by humans? This was an unimaginable truth.
Where Fafnir’s surprise originated was the figure of Essex. The illusion of the black dragon surrounding Essex was enough to mar her expression gravely.
“Who is he?” Pointing at Essex, Fafnir inquired of Angel.
Angel, initially immersed in pondering on how to persuade Fafnir to yield the control of the wind, was caught off guard by Fafnir’s question.
Angel scrutinized the illusion of the black dragon in the phantasm that he had created, shaking his head, “I have not met him, but judging by the emblem on his clothes and the illusion of the black dragon… he might be Essex from the Frost Moon Alliance.”
All wizard organizations, before allowing their apprentices to venture out on their own, would provide portraits of the most formidable figures in the Wizarding World for them to recognize and remember, in order to avoid unknowingly offending such individuals in their travels.
Angel, in truth, had experienced a similar set of circumstances. However, the countenances of these wizards at the pinnacle of the Wizarding World continuously transformed, and so Sanders didn’t compel Angel to commit to memory the exact likenesses, but rather placed emphasis on him retaining a keen memory of distinctive traits.
Essex’s distinctiveness was indeed conspicuous, his unique characteristic being that black dragon illusion.
It was said that the bloodline intermingled within Essex was that of a black dragon from the Abyss… As Angel thought of this, he abruptly paused, his gaze gradually moving over to Fafnir.
Had Essex assimilated the bloodline of an Abyss Dragon? Fafnir, in his true form, was also an Abyss Dragon! Furthermore, his coloration leaned towards black…
Could it possibly be such a coincidence? Could the bloodline that Essex had integrated belong to a kinsman of Fafnir?
“What absurdities are you mulling over?” Fafnir glared furiously at Angel. Although Angel hadn’t spoken a word, his facial expression was a thorough surrogate for spoken language.
“This individual… Essex, correct? He indeed possesses the bloodline of an Abyss Dragon in his veins. However, it’s a fallen Abyss Dragon. Speaking of which, Bina Jonis once mentioned something. Several centuries ago, an Abyss Dragon fell and became a Dark Dragon. At the time, the Abyss Dragon Clan launched a campaign to eradicate it, but in the end, it still managed to escape. The peculiar thing, however, is that although it fled, there has been no news of it since.”
Did Fafnir mean that the bloodline Essex had fused with belonged to that fallen Dark Dragon?
“It’s likely that one.” Fafnir nodded, a flicker of a shadowy light glinting in her eyes: “Even though the fallen Abyss Dragon is a traitor, it is still essential that we, with our own hands, mete out punishment. Not let it be slain by the ignoble humankind.”
Chapter 1109 The Chaos Magic Cannon <TOC> Chapter 1111 Breaking the Stalemate