Chapter 1120 City Firefly’s Night Whisper <TOC> Chapter 1122 Summoning Ritual
Translator: SumTLMan
The dialogue was abruptly severed at that point.
Angel had assumed that Sanders would probe about the matters concerning Lord Night, as well as his relationship with said character. As he was wrestling with whether to voice his thoughts or not, he was taken aback by Sanders’ decisive cutting off of the communication.
Caught off-guard, Angel mechanically handed back the communicator to Samantha.
Samantha, with a poker face, took the communicator, then addressed Canter, “We should depart. Maher had just sent a message indicating that Sineva will be arriving at the crossroads southeast of the Hunting Museum soon. We should rendezvous with her.”
Canter nodded. Turning to Angel, he spoke in a low voice, “Your mentor was right, you should ensure your own safety. You are certain you will be alright, yes?”
The question was out of left field, but Angel caught the implication. Canter was inquiring about the threat level posed by Fafnir.
“I am well, my mission has been accomplished. Once the blockade of La Sutherland is lifted, I will be leaving. Rest assured, everything will be fine,” reassured Angel.
With a hearty chuckle, Canter nodded, “That’s reassuring, my disciple Cherie is still waiting for you…”
Angel’s expression stiffened, suspecting Canter was about to match-make once again.
“…r Morphing Softworm,” Canter added, deliberately drawing out his breath before uttering the second half of his sentence.
A shadow passed over Angel’s face, “The Softworms are currently battling with the Dreamweaver Ants, and the Morphing Softworm has yet to be born. However, as soon as there’s progress, I will certainly reserve one for Cherie.”
Nodding in agreement, Canter, under Samantha’s urging, mouthed a quiet “take care” before turning away. The figures of the two gradually faded into the white smoke until they vanished.
Angel stood in silence for a prolonged period, staring blankly at the spot where they had disappeared, his thoughts as dense as the billowing smoke. Eventually, he exhaled a gentle sigh, cast a glance at the suspended Frost Seal spell frozen orb, and reluctantly returned to the Domain of Wind.
Upon his arrival back in the Domain, Canaan was still indulging in the exquisite taste of the magic-soaked meat, flavored with red wine. Fafnir, on the other hand, was leaning against a tree branch, her gaze lost in the distance, contemplating something beyond the present.
Angel was aware that his previous conversation outside might not have eluded their ears. However, judging from their demeanor, it seemed that they were… unbothered?
“Shopkeeper, can we still tune into the live show? Consuming the food without a visual, it feels like an ingredient is missing,” asked Canaan, who had morphed into a ‘drama-chasing girl’, turning towards Angel.
“Ah,” Angel responded with an understanding nod, glancing at Fafnir who remained silent. Hence, he decided to re-establish his mental link with the gust of wind hovering above.
Thus, the illusory live broadcast within the courtyard was rebooted.
Angel, too, was curious about how the wizards would react and plan their countermeasures upon learning of the Human Purge Plan.
As his gaze fell upon the floating iceberg, he noticed an unusual shift in people’s emotions; although everything seemed to be proceeding as normal, well, not entirely normal. He spotted a subset of the Frost Moon team members subtly arranging something around the circumference of the floating iceberg.
The sight was peculiar, but Angel simply took note of this curiosity in his mind. Perhaps Lord Mengke had an alternative strategy to counter the void rifts?
He returned his attention to Sanders.
Speaking of which, Angel had discerned something amiss among the assembly on the floating iceberg even before now. A great many pairs of eyes were trained on Sanders, bubbling with resentment, befuddlement, and most prominently, a green-eyed monster known as envy.
One witch, her grip white-knuckled on a hardback tome, threw an incensed query at Sanders, “Lord Phantom Master, aren’t you acting selfishly? If you’d approached Angel with your questions, he certainly wouldn’t have held back. But why haven’t you bothered asking anything?”
Sanders shot a frigid glance at Rivetta, who was immediately left stupefied, as though a mountainous weight had plummeted from the heavens and was bearing down on her psyche.
Rivetta began to rue her impetuousness; her eagerness to glean knowledge about the relations between Lord Night, Feng, and Angel had made her oblivious to the yawning chasm separating her from Sanders.
It was only when she felt her sea of consciousness teetering on the brink of destruction that Sanders averted his gaze, allowing Rivetta a respite.
“Rivetta, you ought to consider Angel’s perspective as well,” Mengke chimed in belatedly. “There’s a formidable entity backing Angel, and the stance of this all-powerful being remains unclear. Moreover, within striking distance from them is the Hunting Museum, where Lord Night also resides. In such proximity, wouldn’t it be easy for Lord Night to discern what Angel is discussing?”
Let alone that Angel’s conversation partner was a prospective lord on the cusp of ascension. Any wizard would feel affronted if they were the subject of covert discussions happening just out of earshot.
To say nothing of Lord Night’s unique status — precipitously prodding Angel for answers might even risk inciting Lord Night’s antagonism towards humanity.
Mengke’s words indeed held substantial validity. However, the fact that he deliberately chose to utter them when everyone’s dissatisfaction with Sanders had reached its peak, undeniably suggested his intentionality.
The information Angel brought was a much-needed relief and was highly beneficial to them, something Mengke would never deny. He even proactively announced that he would bestow the highest possible reward. Yet, this did not mean that Mengke would be blindly appreciative, swayed by sentiment. Rather, he would assess more rationally the aftereffects and the impact on the Frost Moon Alliance that Angel’s information might bring.
Mengke was well aware that the news Angel carried was currently beneficial, but it would gradually make the Frost Moon Alliance subject to public criticism. Their federation of wizards seemed incapable of accomplishing something that even an apprentice had achieved.
Hence, Mengke, attempting to mitigate any potential backlash, did not hesitate to employ such tactics. Sanders still had significant power. Mengke had no intention of acting against Sanders personally, yet fanning the flames of discontent to set the stage for future events came quite naturally to him.
“Oh, good heavens! At this crucial juncture, what is preoccupying your minds?” The one who speaks is Mumin, his tone teeming with dramatic crescendos and decrescendos. “By the Abyss! Are you all bees in the garden, indulging in frivolous chatter at a time of grave urgency? The most pressing matter at hand, aside from the so-called Human Purge Plan, is it not to devise a way to eliminate those two blood cocoons? We finally seized the initiative, only for it to be overturned by Nythotep. If this stalemate persists, and their wounds fully heal, even if we emerge victorious, I fear the death toll will be staggering!”
“Do you plan to encase my mortal remains within a lavish coffin adorned with emeralds and present it before my mentor, Kundera, enacting a real-life rendition of the tragic separation in —Mario and Judy—?”
Mumin’s somewhat neurotic discourse, however, served to shift their focus from Sanders and recalibrate it back on track.
That being said, Mumin’s argument wasn’t entirely accurate. True, a portion of them were indeed keeping tabs on Sanders, but in reality, these were wizards staying put on the floating iceberg. Those now matching wits and wills against Nythotep on the frontlines were still numerous.
Their ability to sustain this deadlock thus far was also due to the relentless perseverance of these individuals.
However, compared to other Great Demons, Nythotep was exceedingly formidable. As of now, they had not even managed to penetrate the rainclouds conjured by Nythotep.
The shroud of rainclouds and dense fog veiled the situation, making it impossible to decipher the state of affairs instantly.
The words of a wizard echoed, “Mumin is correct. We can’t afford to waste the advantage we had. So far, we have sacrificed quite a number of people just to slay one Great Demon. We need to concoct a plan to eliminate them before their injuries can fully recover.”
Another wizard suggested, “I remember, previously didn’t Samantha and Canter encounter Nythotep? Captain Maher, perhaps you could enquire about their experience, if this Nythotep has any exploitable weakness.”
Soon, Maher connected with Samantha.
“Is there something you need, Maher?” An icy, austere voice transmitted from the communicator. Sineva hasn’t arrived yet.”
Maher narrated the predicament they found themselves in. After he finished, a heavy silence ensued from the other end of the communicator. After a long while, Samantha’s voice eventually came through: “Nythotep is powerful enough to induce despair.”
These simple words carried a weight that made everyone’s expressions turn grave.
“Is there no countermeasure?” someone asked.
Samantha: “We didn’t detect any weaknesses. Perhaps, only a more formidable force could suppress it.”
A more formidable force? Does that imply another activation of the Chaos Magic Cannon is required?
As the crowd was lost in chaotic thoughts, Canter’s voice suddenly came through from the other end of the communicator: “During casual chats with Angel, I asked about the Great Demons.”
Canter’s words brought hope to the eyes of the people. Indeed, if Angel managed to uncover the human purge plan of the demons, he must know some secrets about the Great Demons. Before, they hadn’t considered this, but thankfully Canter had previously asked.
“Nythotep is a demon of the sea. Her intrinsic strength is not as formidable as one might presume. However, amid the rainclouds, she is virtually invincible. There is even a rumor among demons that engaging in battle with Nythotep within the rainclouds is a losing battle, even if all the other six Great Demons join forces, they may not be able to inflict harm on Nythotep.”
“Therefore, to vanquish Nythotep, we must first dissipate the rainclouds.”
Canter’s words redirected their goal of dealing with Nythotep towards dissipating the rainclouds. None of them had considered before that these rainclouds were the key to Nythotep.
From their perspective, aside from an energy that obstructed their vision, the rainclouds seemed quite ordinary.
Previously, ‘Black Dragon’ Essex had even ventured into the rainclouds, yet he didn’t detect anything unusual. The rain was normal and the mist contained no unusual components.
However, since it was Angel who mentioned it, it probably held a certain degree of credibility.
“Let’s try dissipating these rainclouds then,” Maher proposed, “We can start with the elemental wind branch wizards, see if they can disperse the rainclouds.”
Following this arrangement, immediate action was taken.
As Wind Whisperer Witch, Rivetta’s elemental inclination was also towards wind. Although she excelled more in supportive wind summoning, she was also capable of conjuring up offensive whirlwinds.
Consequently, Rivetta was dispatched to the forefront of the battle.
The might of the wind radiated from every wizard present, and even though each controlled a unique gust, they all fell within the range of the wind’s harmonics. Far from each acting independently, these winds melded into a force far more powerful and ferocious.
The howling sound, piercing and relentless, echoed in the ears.
Within this ashen tempest, any living being caught within would be stripped to the bare bones in a heartbeat, not to mention its ability to dispel clouds and mists.
Everyone present was imbued with unwavering confidence, and figures like Nereus and Essex were ready to launch a relentless attack on the Great Demon lurking within, the moment the clouds dispersed.
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