Chapter 1133 The Demon God's Game <TOC> Chapter 1135 Venture to the Obelisk
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Translator: SumTLMan
When the master node was engaged.
At first glance, nothing seemed to have changed. Yet, beneath the surface, a chain reaction had begun to unfold.
Iadase, who had been immobilized against a wall for a considerable amount of time, finally regained his mobility.
However, it was already too late.
Closing his eyes, the spiritual light around he stirred wildly in his perception; the point of no return had been reached.
Emerging from the indentation in the wall, Iadase’s gaze was filled with resignation and rage. He understood that activating the master node was an irreversible action. What would follow was a nightmare that would consume the entirety of La Sutherland.
What he found most disheartening was that at this crucial juncture, which would determine the survival or obliteration of La Sutherland, he could only play the role of a spectator, incapable of influencing the outcome or reversing the situation.
After all, this was a game played by Demon Gods. How could he possibly intervene?
The rustling sound of falling rubble began overhead.
The aftermath of activating the master node had started to manifest.
At this moment, Iadase was less than twenty meters away from *Tower. As he gazed at the unknown entity that remained unidentifiable, his eyes bore an unhidden fury and a heartfelt resentment.
The distant *Tower seemed to sense the palpable hatred emanating from Iadase. he turned his head, casting a glance back at Iadase.
Their gazes intersected at this moment.
*Tower’s exterior was now grotesque and horrifying, his purplish-blue skin tinged with crimson gave him a ferocious appearance. His bulging eyebrows over bloodshot eyes gave the impression of a silent challenge to Iadase.
Iadase, on the other hand, silently watched *Tower. Numerous thoughts had risen within his mind, all leading towards the desire to take action against the root cause of this disaster.
However, in the end, Iadase only heaved a sigh internally, turned his head, and began to slowly stride away.
By this point, any tough talk or movement was pointless. Even if he were to kill *Tower, it wouldn’t prevent the inevitable. In fact, eliminating *Tower could potentially disrupt the subsequent plans of the Profound Lord. Why bother?
Considering the irreversible course of events, acceptance was the only option. It was best to capitalize on the remaining time before the downfall of La Sutherland, maximizing his self-interest.
Step by step, Iadase distanced himself from the underground hall. Behind him, falling fragments continued to rain down, accompanied by the sudden, maniacal laughter of *Tower echoing throughout the rubble-laden area.
…
Meanwhile, Angel remained utterly unaware of the unfolding events.
“Nythotep has left the Shadow Mist Zone!”
After drinking a course of potions, Angel’s mental injuries showed significant improvement, prompting Fafnir to beseech him for a fresh broadcast of their live stream. However, he dared not delve into the Shadow Mist Zone this time, choosing instead to tread carefully around its periphery.
Hence, when Nythotep emerged from the enigmatic obscurity of the Shadow Mist Zone, Angel was the first to discern her tracks.
He projected the image of Nythotep into the courtyard.
Based on the finer details of the illusion, Nythotep appeared to be in dire straits. Several of her tentacles were severed, her resplendent robe was marred by visible bloodstains and damages, indicating that Nythotep suffered no minor injuries.
“She seems to have endured a savage battle for survival,” Angel murmured under his breath, “It appears the situation within the Shadow Mist Zone is indeed extraordinarily dangerous.”
Even a seven seat member who controls the Void Obelisk was repelled from this zone.
Angel turned his head, seeking Fafnir’s opinion. However, upon facing Fafnir, he found that Fafnir was deep in thought, eyes closed and brow furrowed.
On the other hand, Canaan abruptly rose to her feet, clutching her chest and taking long, steadying breaths.
“Canaan, are you alright?” Angel glanced over, concern etched in his gaze.
Canaan waved a hand dismissively at Angel, “I’m fine. It’s just the sorrow that was wrapped around me vanished all of a sudden, making me feel slightly uneasy.”
“Uneasy? La Sutherland has stopped wailing. Shouldn’t you be relieved?”
Canaan’s expression was grave as she cast a perplexed gaze into the distance, “That’s what I thought too. But for some reason, that heavy feeling has intensified.”
Angel followed Canaan’s gaze into the horizon.
He wasn’t sure what Canaan saw, but he witnessed the tumultuous dark clouds in the sky, the howling winds, the tiny sparks fluttering in the gusts, and the solitary and cryptic Void Obelisk standing at the edge of his vision.
Angel averted his gaze back to the illusory form of Nythotep in the courtyard.
Nythotep’s injury, the sudden transformation in La Sutherland, and Lord Night approaching the final step… A sequence of events materialized simultaneously at this moment.
Angel felt a tinge of peculiarity in his heart. However, being a lowly apprentice, no matter how much doubt he harbored or how swiftly the external world changed, all he could do at the moment was silently watch these events unfold, change, and reach their conclusion.
The courtyard’s silence didn’t last too long before Angel himself broke it, “Huh, it seems the dark light outside the Void Obelisk has vanished?”
As Angel’s words settled, Fafnir finally opened her eyes, looking at the distant Void Obelisk with a previously unseen intensity.
This uncharacteristic solemnity startled Angel, while also sparking a question in his mind: Isn’t the disappearance of the Shadow Mist Zone a good thing? Why does Fafnir display such grave concern?
After what felt like an eternity, Fafnir sighed heavily, “I didn’t think it would actually come to this.”
Come to what? Angel looked at Fafnir in bewilderment, waiting for an explanation. However, he hadn’t expected Fafnir to suddenly drop a thunderous bombshell——
“The End Approaches for La Sutherland.”
At first, Angel failed to grasp the significance of Fafnir’s words. Upon revisiting them, a sudden realization dawned on him. Could Fafnir be implying that the end of the demon city was imminent?
“Lady Fafnir, are you suggesting…” Angel questioned incredulously.
“Indeed, your assumptions are accurate,” Fafnir confirmed, a rare earnestness flashing in her heterochromatic eyes. “The hour of the end is approaching. It’s time we prepare to depart at the brink of destruction.”
La Sutherland on the brink of destruction? How could this be?
Not just Angel, even Canaan, who was present there, was taken aback. Casting her gaze around, everything seemed normal. Perhaps there were ominous signs in the sky, like dark clouds, raging winds, and sparks, but surely these hadn’t yet escalated to a degree where they could endanger the entirety of La Sutherland?
With a soft snap of her fingers, Fafnir dispelled the Domain of Wind that had been blanketing their surroundings. Small sparks flew in from the outside.
“What the eye perceives may not always reflect the truth,” Fafnir, standing amidst the floating sparks, turned back to Angel and Canaan who were still bewildered.
Indeed, what one sees doesn’t always align with reality – Angel agreed with this sentiment. As a wizard skilled in the art of illusion, he understood that the most fundamental illusion spell was designed to deceive the naked eye.
However, what did this have to do with the situation at hand?
“While you may observe a creature’s external health, it is often difficult to discern its internal ailments and, even worse, the rot of its spirit. Similarly, you see the tranquility of this city but fail to realize that the foundation maintaining this tranquility is already crumbling,” Fafnir spoke softly.
If every law of La Sutherland was symbolized as a string, it was evident that all these strings were now a tangled mess, some even snapped.
Fafnir wasn’t clear why such a mishap had occurred, but she knew that if a series of these strings went awry, it was a death knell for La Sutherland.
Perceiving that Angel and Canaan were still nonplussed, Fafnir once again conjured a gust of wind, leading Angel’s newly divided consciousness to the outskirts of La Sutherland.
Upon observing the condition here, Angel’s pupils contracted into thin slits.
This place was the outermost rim of La Sutherland, where one step forward led into the void and a step back was the solid ground. Traditionally, this borderland was highly stable, but now, numerous rifts had formed.
Within these rifts, countless stones and pieces of the foundation were falling from the edge.
They all plummeted into the profound void.
Within just a few minutes, the area at the edge had shrunk considerably, and this reduction was happening at an observable pace.
One can foresee, if we persist down this path, before long, La Sutherland will completely crumble, succumbing to the boundless void.
“The end of La Sutherland is nearer than you can possibly fathom. The current collapse is only the perimeter, but when it gathers momentum, it will signal a large-scale implosion,” Fafnir explains, leaving Angel even more horrified.
At this moment, Canaan also observes the changes at the edge of the region. Alongside shock, her gaze reflects a certain ease stemming from clarified doubts. She had been feeling heavily burdened, but now the cause is clear.
“Lady Fafnir, how… how should we escape? Should we use the passage beneath La Sutherland to reach the inner layers?” Canaan asks. Although startled by the crumbling of La Sutherland, she doesn’t hold deep sentiments for this place, feeling just a hint of regret.
Now, what Canaan is most concerned about is a means of escape.
“The ascension to the throne is imminent. From the moment flames appeared in the sky above La Sutherland, this destiny has been sealed. Breaking free now won’t be easy. Even if we could breach this seal, but…”
Fafnir leaves her statement hanging, but both Angel and Canaan grasp her meaning.
Even if Fafnir forcefully shatters the seal, it’s highly likely that it would provoke the ire of the newly enthroned Lord, which is the unsaid part of her sentence. Moreover, Fafnir isn’t completely confident about breaking this seal.
Angel asks, “So, what should we do? Wait in the sky?”
Fafnir retorts coldly, “The end of La Sutherland doesn’t merely imply a terrestrial collapse.”
Even in the sky, they would still be affected unless they break through the seal and soar into the distant void.
Fafnir raises her head, looking towards the core of La Sutherland, “Head to the Void Obelisk. Even if everything else crumbles, this last bastion would be the final place to succumb.”
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