Chapter 1115 The Demons Assemble <TOC> Chapter 1117 The Long Awaited Encounter
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Angel elevated his gaze to the theatrics unfurling in the sky.
Nythotep had invoked rain clouds to shroud a certain space, temporarily protecting two blood cocoons. The wizards wracked their brains for a way to penetrate this barrier of clouds, but to little avail; Nythotep’s combat power within this aqueous veil was alarmingly formidable.
At present, both parties found themselves locked in a standoff. It was evident that Nythotep sought to buy time, in part to hasten the Great Demons’ emergence from their cocoons and also in anticipation of the execution of the void rifts.
“If a breakout is necessary for delivering the message, then now would be the most opportune moment,” Angel contemplated within the depths of his mind.
Time waits for no one. The path through Fafnir seemed impassable; at present, his only recourse was to rely on speed to break through the encirclement. After a moment of reflection, Angel made up his mind, steadfast in his decision.
But before his departure, there was one task that still required his attention.
He could not take Toby with him when he left, so he had to find someone to look after Toby in his absence. Angel’s gaze briefly landed on Fafnir before slowly shifting towards Canaan… but ultimately, Angel’s attention returned to Fafnir.
Despite Canaan being a demon, Angel couldn’t place his full trust in her. While Fafnir wasn’t entirely trustworthy either, Toby was related to Odeklaes’s mission, and Fafnir would likely not refuse.
With this thought in mind, Angel spoke, “Lady Fafnir, would you mind…Huh?”
His words had barely started when he called Fafnir’s name, Angel sensed an unusual presence from the outside; someone seemed to be approaching.
Not only did Angel perceive this, but Canaan also furrowed her brows, peering outwards through the barrier of the Domain of Wind, “Shopkeeper, there are shadows accumulating outside.”
Angel extended his mental tendrils beyond the Domain of Wind and indeed observed the shadows that Canaan had mentioned.
They weren’t merely a single shadow. Under the fiery glow of the horizon, a multitude of shadows swayed amidst the white smoke arising from scorched land. The distorted refraction of the light made these shadows elongate and shrink intermittently.
They appeared as eerie specters lurking within the fog, reminiscent of a frightening fairytale.
Although the shadows hidden in the white smoke seemed somewhat terrifying, Angel felt an odd sense of familiarity about them. With a degree of bewilderment, he extended his mental tendrils towards the smoke, attempting to clarify the situation within.
Upon closer examination, he discovered an uncanny aspect: these shadows seemed to exist merely on a plane, devoid of any depth.
Angel found himself caught in a dilemma — whether to use his mental tendrils to probe into the precise condition of the shadows.
Nevertheless, before he could probe further, he was abruptly cognizant of an unwavering gaze fixed upon him — more accurately, upon his mental tendril. The source of this intrusive attention seemed not to be within the immediate desolate surroundings but emanating from a remote distance.
Silently perched atop ruins hundreds of meters away, Samantha scrutinized the sudden emergence of the mental tendril, her eyes imbued with an air of perplexity and skepticism.
“Could it be him?” Samantha queried sotto voce.
“It’s ambiguous. This mental tendril is shrouded in a peculiar wind element, cloaking its true essence,” Canter retorted.
Typically, the strength of a mental tendril gives away the magnitude of its master’s capabilities. But this one was an oddity. Despite Canter examining it at close quarters using the Shadow of the Night, he failed to discern anything noteworthy. He could only sense the lingering wind element clinging onto the mental tendril.
“Can you trace its origin?”
“The source is buried deeper,” Canter began, his face taking on a grave expression. “There’s a highly perilous zone in its vicinity which I can’t approach. Merely delving slightly into it caused the loss of a phantom.”
Canter paused momentarily. “However, that zone is the same location I previously spotted through the void — where that mysterious little shop is situated. It was there I saw Angel’s figure.”
“So you mean, Angel is likely within that danger zone?” Samantha probed.
Canter nodded in affirmation.
Samantha mused for a moment. “In that case, could that mental tendril perhaps be originating from Angel?”
Canter couldn’t confirm. In the peril-infused demon city, no one could ascertain if it was a trap. When they had rushed over earlier, they saw some precious specialty materials in some ruins. But as soon as they set foot into the ruins, they activated an explosive trap. Not only that, the deafening explosion attracted concealed demons in the vicinity.
Fortunately, these were only minor demons, and the duo, combining their strength, swiftly eliminated them.
“Try using the partition spell to establish a touch,” Samantha pondered before suggesting.
The so-called partition spell refers to the mental partition method. It involves isolating a segment of mental power, connected through a thread-like link, temporarily controlling this mental power. It’s generally used for dangerous relic exploration. In case of mishaps, the mental source can be quickly separated to avoid mental contamination.
“That’s worth a shot. Allow me. If it indeed is Angel, I am better suited for this,” Canter said, immediately partitioning off a small portion of his mental power. For wizards of their caliber, losing some mental power is a mere prick, which can be recovered with a period of rest.
Angel was in two minds about making contact with the shadow. He felt an odd sense of familiarity when the shadow revealed its normal form.
As he was ensnared in a state of indecision, an unexpected mental power, as if a hand reaching out, suddenly emerged in his vicinity, broadcasting a familiar fluctuation of mental energy.
This fluctuation bore no clear intention. To a demon’s interpretation, it would likely be a mist of confusion. However, Angel was able to understand the message conveyed; it was an attempt to confirm identity and ascertain if there was friend or foe.
A burst of joy ignited in Angel’s heart. The generation of this mental fluctuation signified that the source was indeed a human wizard. If he could confirm the identity of this individual, he might not have to risk traversing through the demon’s defense lines.
With this thought, Angel hastily sent out his own mental fluctuation, a response to the anonymous caller.
Canter sensed this mental fluctuation and his expression was briefly frozen.
Samantha inquired, “How is it?”
Canter nodded, “It’s him. It’s Angel without a doubt.”
Upon confirmation, a sense of relief washed over Samantha’s face, though a flicker of confusion remained in her eyes. This mirrored the sentiment of all other wizards present on the floating iceberg who had heard Angel’s name: What was the purpose of Angel’s appearance here?
Samantha didn’t overthink it. Since it was confirmed to be Angel, why not ask the man himself? With this in mind, Samantha and Canter exchanged a glance, gave a nod, and simultaneously moved. Akin to arrows released from the bowstring, they skimmed across the low sky, landing like Visitors of the Scorched Land.
When Canter had previously mentioned that this area was dangerous, Samantha did not fully comprehend what he meant. It wasn’t until she arrived that she felt an omnipresent sense of danger and oppression.
Samantha could detect where the source of danger lay, but she dared not venture any further. She could sense that once she crossed a certain boundary, these lurking dangers would transform into tangible, deadly weapons.
“Here is fine,” Samantha stopped, her gaze locked onto the ethereal mental tendril within the white smoke.
At the same time, Angel noticed the new arrivals within the white fog.
The first figure he noticed was Samantha. Her silhouette swayed, black hair cascading onto her chest, and she was garbed in a long, glass-blue gown that made her appear both icy cold and enchantingly alluring.
Angel had encountered her before at Watchtower Fortress. Sanders had shared some tidbits about Samantha; she had significant connections with the Savage Grottoes. However, the most enduring impression of Samantha for Angel was a comment Sanders would occasionally bring up: shattered glass.
Initially, Angel thought Sanders was referring to Samantha’s lipstick. Her lips bore a pattern of fractured lines, the color of glass-blue, which resembled shattered glass. It was only later when Angel heard the rest of Sanders’s comment, “Shattered glass, forever unable to be pieced together again.”
It appeared as though Sanders was insinuating something, something that was not merely about her lipstick. Pondering that Samantha too was raised in the Savage Grottoes, and that she was of the same generation as Sanders, perhaps there was some undisclosed intrigue woven into this situation.
Upon laying eyes on Samantha, Angel’s emotions surged.
Interestingly, Samantha was also a high-ranking member of the Frost Moon Alliance, and sharing the news about the human purge plan with her would undoubtedly save Angel the trouble of making an extra trip.
At that moment, the surrounding darkness was abruptly drawn back. Once all the shadows vanished, Angel saw another silhouette — Canter.
When Angel saw Samantha, he was undoubtedly excited, but since he hadn’t had any contact with Samantha, and only heard of her being rather harsh towards the inhabitants of the Savage Grottoes, a trace of unease lingered in his heart. However, upon seeing Canter now, his trepidation vanished entirely.
No wonder he hadn’t seen Canter on the floating iceberg before — he’d been dispatched to the surface too. Angel muttered under his breath, “But why would Lord Canter be here? He couldn’t also be here for Olucia, could he?”
He’d explicitly relayed the present situation of the Hunting Museum to Sineva before, and yet they dared to send someone. It seemed that Lord Mengke’s determination was indeed profound.
Regardless, at the very least, their arrival saved Angel from the danger of forcing his way through. From this perspective, their presence was, in fact, beneficial.
“Angel?” A familiar wave of mental energy emanated from Canter.
Angel instantly responded, “It’s me, Lord Canter.”
“Angel, tell me, where are you now? Is the message you sent earlier confirmed as true? How did you come by this information? What other information do you possess?” A barrage of questions flowed from Samantha’s lips.
Canter glanced at Samantha and inwardly shook his head. Samantha’s demeanor wouldn’t have been out of place elsewhere, considering she was a second-level true knowledge wizard, questioning a mere apprentice.
However, in this place, at this time, it exhibited a lack of worldly wisdom.
Never mind the critical importance of Angel’s information, but the simple fact that they were on the turf of a formidable entity required a certain level of humility and deference. Unless that entity had already decided to wage war against humanity, such questioning could easily provoke an adverse effect.
With these thoughts, Canter cut in before Samantha could finish, adopting a softer approach, “Angel, are you alright now?”
Chapter 1115 The Demons Assemble <TOC> Chapter 1117 The Long Awaited Encounter