Chapter 1110 Komodo <TOC> Chapter 1112 Winchester
Translator: SumTLMan
A sidelong glance from Angel.
Is Fafnir implying something about “Black Dragon” Essex?
“The glory of the Abyss Dragon clan is inviolable. Even if one is a traitor, it is absolutely unacceptable for such a lowly human to end their life,” Fafnir cast a look at Essex, his gaze filled with a hint more of combat readiness.
“Esteemed Lady Fafnir, although Essex carries a hint of the Abyss Dragon’s lineage, it does not necessarily imply that he, a human, defeated the Dark Dragon. Perhaps, during the Dark Dragon’s flight, it was injured to a dire extent by one of your own kin. Unable to recover, it might have succumbed to the severe injuries. Essex might have simply seized an opportunity. He might have been opportunistic, rather than being the executioner,” Angel carefully curated his words, for if Fafnir chose to engage in the ongoing battle at this point, it could incite utter chaos.
Fafnir’s prowess undoubtedly trumped that of the Great Demon from the Void Obelisk.
While Angel harbored no particular fondness for the wizards of Frost Moon, the current situation extended beyond Frost Moon’s troubles alone. Sanders and Canter were entangled within this…oh, he had not spotted Canter on the floating iceberg before, had he?
As Angel’s thoughts churned, Fafnir calmly stated, “Your point may hold some merit. However, even if that were the case, lowly humans absolutely should not possess the bloodline of the Abyss Dragon.”
“Indeed, there exist powerful entities amongst humans too…” Angel ventured tentatively. Countless legendary wizards from history had simply left the Southern Region, they hadn’t necessarily fallen. Angel didn’t quite buy into the notion that Fafnir would dare to refer to those individuals as ‘lowly humans.’
“What do you mean?!” Fafnir cast a cold gaze upon Angel, icy daggers continually stabbing at him.
“No… no particular meaning,” Angel quickly chickened out, “I merely meant to say, it would be child’s play for you, my Lady, to obliterate Essex. However, should you act now, you might be labeled as an accomplice of the demons. The humans haven’t yet revealed all their trump cards. When the time comes, no matter how powerful you are, even an army of ants can cause… cause injury. Since you have taken note of his aura, there’s no rush. You can always choose an opportune time to end his life.”
Fafnir fell into contemplation. Angel’s words did make sense. Now indeed wasn’t the right time to make a move. She despised humans, but she didn’t have a fondness for demons either. There was no reason to act precipitately.
Furthermore, human forces indeed deserved respect. The Chaos Magic Cannon, the eerie puppet show, if used against her, Fafnir didn’t feel she could fare any better than those Great Demons. Not to mention, the unknown trump cards yet to be revealed.
With these thoughts, Fafnir’s internal balance slowly began to tilt.
In the current state of conflict between the two sides, there indeed was no need to rush into action.
Perceiving Fafnir’s wavering intent, Angel exerted the art of persuasion, and finally, through much coaxing and cajoling, managed to dissuade Fafnir from taking drastic action. However, this made it problematic for Angel to reiterate his original proposal of manipulating the wind himself to carry messages for mankind.
“Shopkeeper, do humans still hold any trump cards?” asked Canaan.
“How many aces are left up their sleeve, I cannot tell, but there surely must be some… after all, none of the Mysterious Objects have surfaced yet,” Angel’s last sentence was spoken with an airy murmur, almost a whisper.
The celestial battle was ongoing, with Angel diligently documenting every moment.
But the tide had turned. Initially, it was the humans overpowering the demons, but now the winds of fortune had shifted. Komodo’s strength was formidable, single-handedly reversing the balance of power between the two factions.
The most significant reason was that Komodo seemed unaffected by the descent of the Flame Throne; the fire power it wielded was even stronger.
Basic Fireball, Fire Shield, and Firewall, all carried a force comparable to formal spells.
Behind Komodo, Minotaur and Eudecernos were swiftly regenerating. Once they were back to their full might, even if it were only half-restored, they would inflict severe damage on the humans.
“It has been affected too,” Fafnir, who had been eyeing Komodo, suddenly voiced.
“What?” Angel cast a puzzled look.
“Even Odeklaes’ Mark of Flame was restrained, it’s unlikely that Komodo, a mere Fire Demon, would remain unaffected.”
Understanding dawned on Angel. Fafnir was referring to Komodo… but the current circumstances suggested otherwise. If Komodo was indeed affected, it couldn’t possibly wield such power. Just recall that its casually thrown Fire Shield not only kept Essex at bay but also intercepted over a dozen spells cast by formal wizards.
In response to Angel’s doubt, Fafnir scoffed, “Do you think a Great Fire Demon only knows these basic fire manipulations?”
At this point, Canaan added, “I noticed too, Komodo hasn’t used Infernal Fire at all.”
Different Fire Demons have unique interpretations of fire, resulting in various unique types of flames. For instance, the Fire Demon required by Angel for preparing the Ashen Flame Solvent exemplifies the Servant of Fire’s understanding of fire.
Similarly, Komodo possesses its own unique interpretation of fire, known as the Infernal Fire.
According to Canaan, Komodo’s Infernal Fire could effortlessly raze mountains and boil oceans with its dark red hue. Yet, Komodo hasn’t used its unique Infernal Fire from start to finish. It hasn’t used its exclusive flames, nor has it exercised any advanced fire spells.
Taking this vantage point, it seemed as though Komodo was indeed influenced.
Yet, in terms of basic fire spells, there was a perceptible enhancement. Perhaps, as it stated, at the brink of the Lord of Fire’s descent, even the simplest spells of fire would be infinitely intensified.
“The more basic and rudimentary, the fewer the flaws. I wonder, can they break this deadlock?” Angel cast his gaze towards the floating iceberg.
…
A hand of flame pierced through the chest of a robed wizard, his throbbing, red-hot heart torn straight from his chest.
With a chilling, grating laugh, the still-beating heart was crushed by Komodo and swallowed whole.
“I’ve said it before, none can defeat me under the Lord of Fire.” Komodo, eyes aflame with madness, looked towards the sky. The sky, trembling with flames, was even more mesmerizing than the most beautiful sunset.
Komodo’s arrogant laughter echoed across the iceberg, further darkening everyone’s countenance.
“Kosaya is dead too,” spoke a black-robed witch, her cloak identical to that of the wizard who just lost his heart to Komodo, “Truth be told, I never really disliked him.”
Her understated words gave way to a sorrowful wailing. An emotion unobserved before, like a dam opening its floodgates, only revealing the true depth of its power once the barriers are removed.
Perhaps the other wizards were blind to the witch’s heartache, but the grief of seeing comrades fall, one by one, to Komodo began to spread amongst them.
“Mengke, we’ve yet to break through their defenses. If we continue, it will not only dampen our spirits, but if those two Great Demons recover, the consequences are unthinkable.”
Mengke let out a sigh, Olucia had chosen the pivotal demon city — a location teeming with variables. He hadn’t anticipated this even before the key battle; too many factors were at play.
Facing the current situation, refusing to use their trump cards would only result in futile attrition. But if they continued using their trump cards, how would they face Olucia later? Moreover, there was the message from Angel earlier — they had to have a counterplan if the lord about to ascend the throne decided to strike.
“Mengke, let me try,” a somewhat weak voice sounded from the crowd.
Everyone turned to see a frail man slowly stepping forward. He too was cloaked in Frost Moon’s wizard robe, but the copper color indicated he was likely just an ordinary guard.
Even Frost Moon’s Captain of the Guard——Maher, had been cast aside. What place does an ordinary wizard have here? This was the thought coursing through the minds of those present.
However, having made his request, he may possess a unique object, similar to the past incident involving Mengke. Pondering this possibility, the crowd parted, creating a path for him to approach Mengke.
However, midway in his approach, the man’s body began to shake uncontrollably.
Amidst the bewildered gazes of the onlookers, a gut-wrenching retching sound erupted from the man’s throat. A torrent of fresh blood poured forth from his mouth.
The crimson life fluid narrowly missed splattering onto the surrounding wizards.
The gory spectacle, accompanied by a continual splattering sound, finally abated. However, the man’s countenance took a severe turn towards extreme pallor. His figure, even more emaciated than before, appeared sickly, looking as though a mere gust of wind could topple him over.
The crowd looked on with evident revulsion. Could such a frail individual have really advanced to become a formal wizard?
After regurgitating blood, the man waved a hand, activating the cleansing spell attached to his bronze glove. It immaculately cleaned the blood-stained ground. Then, from a ring, he withdrew a bottle filled with a red liquid and began to chug it down. His movements were seamless, as if he had rehearsed this sequence countless times before.
The liquid within the bottle gave off a thick, metallic scent of blood.
After consuming the unknown liquid, the man’s face regained a hint of color.
“I suffer from a certain physical impairment, please understand,” he said, his lips still stained a brilliant red, contrasting with his pallid, unhealthy visage, creating an eerie, perverse impression.
Even though he had explained his condition, it only served to heighten the crowd’s skepticism: could someone in his state stand against the formidable Fire Demon lurking outside?
The man knelt before Mengke and pleaded, “Lord Mengke, please allow me to take this challenge.”
Mengke scrutinized the man intently. Although others could not discern his expression beneath the mask, they could see a hint of concern in his eyes, “Are you certain you can handle this?”
“I am ready.”
After some contemplation, Mengke took out a bottle of light pink potion and handed it to the man. “This is a coagulant potion concocted by the ‘Magic Pharmacist’ Midora. Take it.”
Instead of rejecting him, Mengke not only allowed him but also gave him a potion.
Did this imply that Mengke deemed him capable of fending off the powerful demon lurking outside?