Chapter 1153 Miniature Statue <TOC> Chapter 1155 Shadowlight Nightmare Double
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With a resounding crash.
As the central statue turned to sand, the demon fell abruptly onto the ground, falling into unconsciousness.
Angel narrowly escaped from the turmoil, heaving heavily while sitting on the ground.
It took quite some time before the billowing white smoke in the grand hall dispersed and the dust settled. Only then did Angel shift his gaze from the demon lying nearby back to his own hands.
It seems that the consciousness of the Cruel Scholar has departed, the only thing remaining was a miniature statue resting in his palm.
Looking at the meticulously carved figure, Angel’s feelings were decidedly mixed.
He had previously assumed that agreeing to the Cruel Scholar’s request would bring some unexpected happenings or cause some uncontrollable changes, yet none of these occurred.
The statue, with its bizarre design, lay humbly in his hand.
As if the dust had settled, it didn’t stir the slightest ripple.
Although he was uncertain if there would be any changes in the future, at least everything appeared tranquil for now.
Putting aside his doubts about the Cruel Scholar’s statue momentarily, Angel struggled to stand up. The demon nearby had merely fallen unconscious and no one could be certain if it would awake soon. Therefore, the most urgent task was to leave the underground grand hall.
Just as Angel was contemplating this, his ears twitched. A sound echoed from behind him, tap-tap… it was reminiscent of tap shoes striking a glossy floor, yet the sound was much sharper and resonant.
A sense of alarm surged within Angel, prompting him to swiftly turn around.
In his line of sight, a towering figure encased in bone armor, even the streamlined wings emanated a glossy bony texture, strolled in from the entrance. It advanced towards Angel, step by step.
As it drew near, an imposing aura oppressed the surroundings.
“Iadase,” Angel’s pupils contracted as this name flashed across his mind.
Angel watched silently as Iadase approached, his face seemingly calm. However, the subtle trembling of his fingers beneath his sleeve hinted at the disquiet hiding beneath his composed exterior.
Especially when Iadase was within an arm’s length from Angel, his internal anxiety had reached its peak.
Iadase paused, giving Angel an inscrutable glance, then continued his stride, brushing past him.
After a long while, Angel finally turned his head and found Iadase standing beside the unconscious demon. Looking down from a higher vantage point at the emaciated demon, his surroundings were filled with the dust stirred up by his movement. The intermingling of the dust, smoke and backlight created an almost frozen tableau.
Though unable to discern the expression beneath Iadase’s bone helm, Angel could tell that he must have recognized the demon sprawled on the ground.
Iadase gazed at the demon for a considerable time before he turned his head and met Angel’s eyes.
“Lord Iadase.” Angel was at this moment drained of his magic power, and seven-eighths of his soul force was depleted. Against Iadase, this Great Demon, he knew fleeing was pointless, so he merely remained to the side until this moment, softly calling out.
Iadase’s gaze was complex as it fell upon Angel, gradually shifting downward until it finally landed on the miniature statue in his hand.
“Why would the Cruel Scholar give you its Relic?” Iadase asked softly.
“Relic?” Angel glanced at the statue, “What is a Relic?”
Iadase didn’t respond to Angel, merely continuing to scrutinize him with questioning eyes.
Angel understood that he probably wouldn’t get an answer from Iadase. Although he didn’t know what this statue was for exactly, he did know its name, and that would provide an opportunity to find out.
Considering this, Angel softly replied, “The Cruel Scholar had me bring it.”
Iadase’s confusion grew. A Relic? That’s a vessel for bearing the will and power of a Demon God over long distances. With the Cruel Scholar’s power, he could directly mark Angel to receive his will, so why take such a roundabout way, and even give a precious Relic to Angel?
Or could it be that there was something about Angel that made the Cruel Scholar hesitate to imprint his mark?
Thinking this, Iadase regarded Angel with an even stranger expression. He had wanted to ask why the Cruel Scholar had Angel carry this Relic, but out of fear for the Cruel Scholar, he kept his question to himself.
After all, both Angel and the uninvited guest were backed by a Demon God, and the consciousness of the Cruel Scholar had even lingered in the underground hall. No one could be certain whether the Cruel Scholar’s gaze still rested in this hall, and Iadase was afraid that if he asked, he would draw the Scholar’s ire.
Thinking of the uninvited guest, Iadase couldn’t help but glance back at the entrance.
Huh? It’s already left?
When Iadase had entered the hall before, he had seen that bizarre entity silently watching Angel, yet in the blink of an eye, it had already departed.
Angel also noticed Iadase’s gaze. Come to think of it, when he had seen Iadase earlier, he had also seen a fiery silhouette at the door, heading towards the stairs. The figure was massive and covered in barbs and pus. Angel didn’t believe he’d ever seen such a shape before, yet for some reason, it seemed vaguely familiar.
Iadase didn’t concern himself with the uninvited guest. After all, the end of La Sutherland was already at hand, and he no longer cared about the guest.
In fact, even with Angel, he didn’t particularly care. He was merely curious.
Iadase gave Angel a deep look, stretched out his palm, and numerous chains of bone instantly formed, enveloping Iuppiter. Then Iadase slowly headed towards the entrance.
As he passed Angel, Iadase casually said, “I will take Iuppiter with me. As for you, fend for yourself.”
In the swirling smoke, the figure of Iadase disappeared through the main door.
Angel’s previously rallied spirits seemed to deflate as Iadase departed. Upon spotting Iadase, he had thought himself to have exited a dragon’s den only to enter a tiger’s lair, yet, surprisingly, Iadase appeared to pay him little heed.
Angel allowed his guard to drop, a relief in itself. At present, he appeared to be in absolute safety, even the demon had been taken away by Iadase. Speaking of which, what had Iadase named the demon? Iuppiter?
Why did it sound so familiar?
After a while, a look of shock suddenly struck Angel.
Iuppiter?! He remembered Canaan mentioning Iuppiter, was it not a Great Demon? He had been entangled with a Great Demon for half a day!
Such an event, even if spoken of, would likely find no believers. Even Angel himself felt a sense of incredulity thinking about it.
…
At this moment, Sanders hovered in mid-air, his brow knitted in intense concentration as he continually sensed the location of his essence blood.
Initially, he had planned to seek Angel after the battle between Fafnir and Komodo ended.
However, the fight between Fafnir and Komodo had unexpectedly escalated, the chaotic energy expanding its reach. What was initially a small area now covered nearly half of La Sutherland, with the chaos more dense the closer to the center.
This earth-shattering battle showed no signs of ending and seemed to be intensifying.
With their battle, the collapse of La Sutherland had even accelerated.
Looking down at La Sutherland, Sanders saw that the Accelerated Collapse that had begun at the periphery and quickly spread towards the center now had many deep, dark holes appearing in the central region. At first glance, they resembled vortexes that had emerged out of nowhere on the ground, sucking in all nearby buildings and sand.
Furthermore, this collapse affected the place where Angel had previously landed.
Initially, Sanders had wanted to seek Angel, but now, a hole leading straight to the void had appeared nearby.
The only good news was that Sanders could sense his essence blood had not undergone any major changes. Although it was hard to determine Angel’s current situation based solely on his essence blood, at least it hadn’t been hit by any external force, indicating Angel was likely safe.
Yet, where Angel currently was, remained elusive to Sanders.
Given the current state of La Sutherland’s core area, the only safe place underground might be the Void Obelisk. However, the Void Obelisk’s defenses were too strong; no external force could probe it, Fafnir and Komodo had to fight outside it. Moreover, several terrifying beings were in the Void Obelisk now, even Nythotep had entered it.
“Hopefully, you’re… okay,” Sanders silently muttered in his heart.
At that moment, a streak of light suddenly flashed in the not-so-far distance. Sanders pivoted, only to witness a luminescence of opalescent hues streak across the sky, intersecting the airborne shower of sparks, and aiming straight for the hovering iceberg in the sky.
Just as this light streak was halfway through its journey, it unexpectedly birthed a shadow that surged towards Sanders.
Soon, the shadow had reached Sanders’ side.
“I’ve just heard from Maher that Angel had an accident, what’s the current situation?” The newcomer was a frail elder, with snow-white eyebrows reaching his chest and donning a triangular wizard’s hat decorated with a blue-black embroidered orris flower.
“I’m not sure, but my essence blood seems to be intact. Angel should be alright for now, but his current location… I suspect it’s within the Void Obelisk.”
“Inside the Void Obelisk? That could complicate things.”
They both fell silent, understanding all too well that the circumstances surrounding the Void Obelisk were quite unusual. At least, until the collapse of La Sutherland hadn’t truly extended to the Obelisk, it remained an absolute forbidden zone.
“Canter, how are things on your end?” After a moment of silence, Sanders broke the quiet.
The elderly man in the triangular hat was indeed Canter, he sighed: “The Hunting Museum has collapsed, and Olucia has run towards the central area. Samantha and Sineva are on their way to report to Lord Mengke, I estimate preparations are underway.”
Mengke’s target had always been Olucia, so it was no surprise they were preparing to take action. What piqued Sanders’s curiosity was: “What about… Lord Night?”
“I didn’t see him, but given the current state of the fire patterns in the sky, he should be making an appearance soon.”
Chapter 1153 Miniature Statue <TOC> Chapter 1155 Shadowlight Nightmare Double