Chapter 1131 The Collapse <TOC> Chapter 1133 The Demon God's Game
Translator: SumTLMan
The turn of events in La Sutherland was also felt within the Hunting Museum.
In the shadowy corridor, Olucia stood by the entrance to the exhibition hall, a window, ajar behind her.
Initially, the window flashed with a flaming glow, but suddenly, the celestial light was cloaked by dark clouds, becoming gloomy and almost blending with the obsidian corridor.
Following closely was an earth-shaking tremor and a howling windstorm.
“Lady Olucia, there seems to be something unsettling about the ambiance in La Sutherland,” Tantin, the Servant of Fire draped in a flaming robe, arrived by the window, shutting it, instantly muting the clamorous gust.
Around a nearby bend, Greaves was curled up, seeming to be enveloped in an aura of sorrow.
“When humans first arrived here, the atmosphere in La Sutherland had already started to shift,” the gentle voice echoed through the tranquil corridor.
Olucia turned, leaning on the museum’s entrance post, her expression obscured beneath a porcelain mask, “However, I did not expect La Sutherland to reach this point.”
Tantin was puzzled about what she meant by ‘reach this point’.
Facing Tantin’s query, Olucia offered no explanation, but her gloom-filled eyes beneath the porcelain mask slowly closed. For her, sometimes, the world behind closed eyes can be clearer than that seen with open ones.
“Then, will the current changes impact your plans, my Lady?” Tantin asked with concern.
“Who knows?”
The events had occurred, the unexpected had become the undeniable truth, and she had to accept it. Even if there were impacts, Olucia would have to carry on regardless.
All she could say was that those so-called Great Demons of the Void Obelisk were not reliable at all.
Olucia stood, turning back to gaze at the large doors of the exhibition hall.
The hall’s doors were not closed, and unlike the pitch-black corridor, the inside was incredibly bright. The source of the light emanated from a painting on the far end of the exhibition hall’s wall.
Olucia remembered the first time she saw this painting, there were black specks within it. Allegedly, these black specks represented the night.
Now, there wasn’t a trace of black in the painting, it was completely consumed by raging flames.
The flames were two-dimensional, but their radiance permeated the three-dimensional world. When Olucia looked towards the painting, the flames seemed to assault her vision directly, as if the terrifying sensation of being burned could be felt even from tens of meters away.
The protagonist of this fiery feast—— Night, stood right before that painting.
Night had been gazing at the painting all along, perhaps the rifts in La Sutherland triggered something within it, he slightly turned his head, revealing his silhouette profile against the light.
Night turned his gaze towards the direction of the Void Obelisk. Perhaps because he had absorbed a fraction of the Source Fire’s essence, Night’s vision pierced through the Shadow Mist Zone, falling upon the figure of *Tower stationed at the master node runes.
A similar essence seemed to emanate from *Tower.
A rare look of surprise flashed across Night’s eyes, followed by a moment of reflection. He recalled a peculiar kind of human once mentioned by Feng many years ago.
——The Laudsourcians.
“Born beside the Source Fire were a chosen few, beloved by the world. They are the Laudsourcians, who chase the flame of the Source,” Feng had described in his manuscript. But immediately after, he smiled and added, “Gifted by nature, yet envied by mankind. Last I heard when leaving the Southern Region, the Laudsourcians were extinct.”
*Tower bore the essence of the Source Fire, reminiscent of Feng’s description of the Laudsourcians.
“However, it’s quite a pity,” Night mused to himself, shaking his head inwardly, “Their obsession couldn’t match their strength, and now they’ve been lured by that entity, falling into the profound purgatory.”
Just one glance was enough for Night to understand *Tower. His gaze retracted, his expression returning to its usual cold indifference.
Outside the museum, Olucia witnessed this event, curiosity stirring within her. What exactly had Night seen to evoke such an expression?
However, her curiosity was unlikely to be sated.
Because in the next moment, the flame within the painting suddenly broke through the ‘canvas’, encasing Night in an endless fire.
At the same time, Night’s body began to gradually disintegrate.
More accurately, his body was transforming into fundamental particles. From a distance, it looked like a corner of a puzzle disintegrating into sand, spreading ceaselessly. Eventually, Night would fully disintegrate.
“My lady, what is happening?” Tantin, who had witnessed the scene, asked with a mix of shock and confusion. He was about to say more but was halted by Olucia.
“Night, this museum’s owner, is taking the final step. This is… the inevitable path to becoming the Lord of Fire.”
As Night’s body started disintegrating, La Sutherland’s changes came to life. Previously, it was the gathering of dark clouds and fierce winds. Now, the restive flame in the sky, following the earlier ‘flowing fire’, began to transform anew.
Not far from the Hunting Museum, at a crossroads, Canter and Samantha finally met the late-arriving Sineva. They discussed the information Angel had given them, preparing to arrange their next plan.
Just then, dark clouds and a violent wind swept over La Sutherland.
Before they could understand the reason behind this change, another transformation occurred.
“Do you feel that? There’s something strange about the fire element in the air,” Sineva pointed out. Having previously suffered the Ice Valley’s curse, she had recently become incredibly sensitive to changes in the fire element.
“It indeed feels odd, as if the air is burning. It’s similar to the sensation of being in a volcanic land,” Samantha responded after a moment of sensing, agreeing with Sineva’s observation.
Has there been another shift in La Sutherland?
As they puzzled over the situation, Canter suddenly noticed a red dot materializing out of nowhere in the not too distant air. He lifted his gaze towards the sky in bewilderment——
Much like Canter, Angel too was observing the heavens at this moment.
Unbeknownst to them, the firmament had begun to drizzle with sparks. These sparks appeared from nowhere, growing without support, and were scattered across the expanse by the wild wind.
“Could these scattered sparks also be a warning from La Sutherland?” Angel mumbled under his breath.
“No, this is the final act of the Lord of Fire.” Fafnir responded, taking advantage of Angel’s unusual lack of curiosity to give the answer. However, after uttering her reply, a tinge of melancholy colored Fafnir’s gaze.
A half-demon had already reached this stage, while she, who prided herself on having a superior lineage, was still unable to see the path ahead. This conundrum stirred mixed emotions within her.
Setting aside the morose ambiance, the shower of sparks coloring the sky was breathtaking.
But its beauty differed from that of fireflies. The beauty of fireflies is ethereal, but the beauty of sparks, like their nature, signifies ignition and demise.
The ignition that lit up the heavens, the demise, perhaps that of La Sutherland precariously teetering on the brink.
Inside the Hunting Museum, almost half of Lord Night’s body had transformed into fundamental particles.
The surrounding flames danced even more vigorously, gradually forming a path. This was the path of fire, the path of glory, and most importantly, the path of a lord.
At the end of the path, it led to a painting hanging on the wall.
After the flames in the painting broke their shackles, the image didn’t turn into “night”. Now, a vortex appeared in the painting, with a world of flames behind the vortex.
That world seemed to hold an irresistible allure, not only was Lord Night’s gaze firmly fixed on the vortex, even Olucia was captivated.
Olucia’s hand was trembling; she too wished to tread this path and witness the world behind the vortex.
Because she was well aware that this fiery world was essentially the genesis of all things!
——The Source Fire, known as the fire of origin. It thrived at the fountainhead of civilization, burning fiercely in an indescribable world. It was exceedingly difficult to witness its form, only at the moment of the Source Fire’s descent was there a chance to see the entrance to this world.
Though Olucia yearned to glimpse the indescribable world and learn what it was truly like, she was cognizant that stepping into it with her power would probably not even qualify her to transform into firewood; she would be reduced to ashes and disappear without a trace.
Even Lord Night could only integrate into the Source Fire by transforming into fundamental particles. And when Lord Night returns from that world, the memories he could retain would probably be scant.
The reason Olucia knew these intricate details was that an ancestor of Greaves had once entered that world. However, upon leaving that world, the Rune Lord of Fire’s memories of that world vanished without a trace.
As the body of Lord Night disintegrated into fundamental particles, an unexpected gust of wind blew across the scene, enveloping all the flames in the exhibition hall — even the floating particles — into the vortex within the painting.
The exhibition hall once again became vast and pitch-dark.
Only when Olucia was certain that Lord Night had departed did she step into the exhibition hall.
She approached the painting, finding the inferno and vortex it held now vanished, restoring it to a state of utter darkness.
Only then did Olucia notice a corner of the painting that bore the title: —Night—.
“Night.” Olucia muttered, gazing at the dark night depicted within, she couldn’t help but chuckle, “So, this is your true face.”
The ‘you’ she referred to was both the painting and the indifferent half-demon.
Tantin, cradling the slumbering Greaves, also stepped into the exhibition hall, “My lady, what are we to do now?”
“Wait for the return of Night,” Olucia whispered, “and ensure this painting is protected.”
The protection Olucia spoke of didn’t align with conventional understanding. As this painting had become a portal to that world, in some respects, it represented the Will of the Abyss. Even if Olucia used all her power, she could never destroy the painting.
The protection she was referring to meant that this painting must never escape their sight.
When Night returns from that world, he would inevitably emerge from this painting. And the Source Fire that would leak out then is Olucia’s target.
Similarly, not only Olucia but all Fire Demons craved these Source Fires. They’d go mad for it! Furthermore, with humans lurking nearby, they must guard this painting and ensure the Source Fire is seized the moment it appears.
Chapter 1131 The Collapse <TOC> Chapter 1133 The Demon God's Game