Chapter 1169 Unforeseen Changes at the Tower's Apex <TOC> Chapter 1171 Come Back
Translator: SumTLMan
“What in the world is it up to?” Angel voiced his confusion.
A shine sparked in Fafnir’s eyes, and she appeared to realize something. She muttered inwardly, “Could it be… the birth of the Source Fire?”
Komodo’s assault didn’t falter for a second. At first, it used brute force, slamming its physical body against the obstacle. However, after numerous attempts, it noted that the rune light surrounding the Void Obelisk merely swayed, with no signs of damage.
Subsequently, Komodo revised its strategy. It started to hurl fireball after fireball relentlessly onto the rune light.
This time, the result was notably different.
An onslaught of fireballs struck the rune light, visibly dimming its glow. Yet, the moment the impact of the fireballs dissipated, the rune light promptly regained its luminosity.
Witnessing this, Komodo instantly understood — the instantaneous burst of energy was insufficient.
The rune, it seemed, was a form of endurance defense. To breach it, an attack surpassing the defensive limit had to be employed in one fell swoop. Any assault within the threshold wouldn’t damage the rune, which would also regenerate automatically.
Grasping this, Komodo instantly adapted its approach.
Despite that, the limit of the rune’s damage threshold remained unattainable, even with Komodo exhausting its explosive power. Komodo considered its options. If quality falls short, then quantity should make up for it.
The term “single attack” didn’t necessarily denote a solitary assault but rather a continuous onslaught within a limited timeframe.
Thus, Komodo began its barrage of flaming meteors, attempting to shatter the defense of the rune with continuous meteor strikes.
“Lord Mengke, it appears that Komodo is preparing to break through the rune light. Should we lend a hand?” Samantha, who flew in from another side, posed the question.
Regardless of Komodo’s intention behind breaching the rune light, Samantha reasoned that aiding it would also be beneficial to her. After all, Olucia was still hiding behind the rune light.
Yet, Mengke shook his head slowly, “Let’s hold on. We’ll decide depending on the situation.”
While they were awaiting Komodo’s success in cracking the rune light, the battlefield on the other side underwent changes. Firstly, Iadase, who had been trapped in the darkness, broke through Sanders’ defense recklessly after Canter was forced to dispel the night. He reached Nythotep’s side.
Nythotep reclaimed her umbrella floating in the sky. She stood shoulder to shoulder with Iadase, confronting the wizards surrounding them.
Sanders and Canter flew over, and joined by Sineva and others who had been surrounding Nythotep, a tense standoff seemed to have reformed between the demonic and human factions.
Just as everyone anticipated a potential escalation of the conflict and clash between humans and demons, Nythotep suddenly extended her hand, folding her open umbrella.
As Nythotep moved, the rainclouds that had been encapsulating the area gradually dissipated.
Nythotep’s action left the crowd in bewilderment.
The challenge of defeating Nythotep lies largely in that particular umbrella. Why has it been suddenly put away? If she were to be without that umbrella, without the concealment of rainclouds, there’s a chance that we, with our collective strength, could hold Nythotep back!
Sineva and Essex exchanged glances, their eyes kindled with the spirit of battle, the unsaid message clear — seize the opportunity to corner Nythotep. However, the others seemed uninterested, particularly Nereus, who shot Sanders a frosty, venomous glance, remained silent, and promptly flew toward Mengke.
Sineva felt a bit helpless. It would be difficult for her and Essex alone to detain Nythotep, let alone with the addition of Iadase. Her only hope now lay with Sanders, hoping that he and Canter could join in the pursuit.
However, before Sanders could answer, Nythotep on the other side suddenly burst into laughter.
“I know you all wish to kill me. But aside from whether you can or not, even if you really manage to kill me. Do you think you could face the ensuing turmoil unscathed?” The words of Nythotep, having observed their previous interaction, lingered ominously in the air.
“Turmoil? I’m quite interested to know what sort of turmoil would follow,” Sanders’ voice rumbled from deep in his throat. “Would you care to elaborate?”
Following the sound, Nythotep turned her gaze towards Sanders. Much like when she first saw Iadase, her eyes flitted with a fleeting hint of apprehension at the sight of Sanders.
“Do you think the events at La Sutherland would go unnoticed by others?”
“At the moment, we’re but birds trapped in a fiery birdcage. We can’t see beyond the confines of our cage, but those outside can clearly observe us. And don’t forget, beneath La Sutherland is the passage that connects to the deeper layers of the Abyss.”
Nythotep’s words hung heavily in the ensuing silence.
She wasn’t wrong. Firstly, without Mengke’s assistance, taking action against Nythotep would be a monumental task. The battle against Minotaur was a testament to that — many lives were lost, and yet, Minotaur was not even slain by humans. Minotaur, despite being a mere muscle-brain, was already so formidable. Nythotep, a being of cold, calculated intellect among the seven seats, was no less formidable. Even without her umbrella, she would not be any easier to deal with than Minotaur. And then there was the lurking presence of Iadase.
Even if they could deal with Nythotep, the toll would be heavy, potentially even life-threatening. Coupled with Nythotep’s implicit suggestion that they might have to face demons beyond their “birdcage,” the expenditure of energy was indeed not worth the return.
They came here to assist Lord Mengke in hunting the Descendent of the Demon God, not to get tangled with these unrelated Great Demons.
Thinking this way, even Sineva’s eyes softened slightly: as long as Nythotep did not interfere with Lord Mengke’s plan, it was sufficient to just thwart her.
“You have a point,” Sanders nodded noncommittally. “However, I’m more interested in why you’ve put away your umbrella?”
Nythotep: “If I didn’t put it away, it would’ve been ruined.”
“What do you mean?”
Nythotep chuckled, a hint of inscrutable meaning gracing her smile, “Soon enough, you’ll know.”
Once their dialogue concluded, Nythotep and Iadase didn’t approach the Void Obelisk; instead, they hastily retreated to the ‘rainclouds’ behind them, encapsulated by a throng of demons.
“That man is powerful,” Iadase remarked, rubbing the fresh wound on his neck as he settled. In the confining cloak of the night, he was a hairbreadth away from being decapitated.
Nythotep merely shrugged, “Powerful, indeed. But when the fiery birdcage is breached from the outside, it would herald the end of everything.”
Nodding in agreement, Iadase added, “Indeed, considering the person arriving is none other than Lord Giallar.”
Elsewhere, Sanders was reflecting on Nythotep’s parting words, which seemed deliberately cryptic — was a sudden change imminent? These thoughts were interrupted by a chilling aura creeping up from not far away.
This was a dread Sanders had never encountered before — a premonition so powerful that it seemed to shake the very earth and sky. Indeed, the world around him was shaking. In the fiery skyline, initially a desolate horizon, a sudden eruption occurred — like oil spilled on fire, it sprang to life.
Tons of heavenly fire, freed from their shackles, fell like specks of dust from a mossy wall, raining down from the celestial fortifications!
Yet, this transformation of the natural sky wasn’t what truly astounded Sanders. Instead, it was the cryptic dread that had appeared from nowhere.
It seemed like the will belonged to no living being, yet symbolized a powerful force — the Path of Fire, the Will of the Abyss!
When Sanders had created his Wizard Garden on Phantom Island, he had felt the World Will. The pressure exerted by that will was already terrifyingly abnormal, but the current will felt more profound.
It was as if he were facing the entirety of the Abyss!
Not only Sanders experienced this sensation. Every being present felt this will — so majestic and grand that one couldn’t help but feel an urge to kneel.
The source of this will… All eyes turned to the peak of the Void Obelisk, or to be precise, the marked area enclosed by Olucia’s rune formation.
Bang, bang——
The colossal noise snapped the humans, who had been on the verge of submitting to the previous terrifying will, back to reality.
Upon closer inspection, it was Komodo, its expression manic, still commanding the flaming meteor to violently strike the glowing rune!
At this moment, Mengke seemed to have a sudden realization, urging Sineva and the others congregating around him, “Help in striking it! Quickly! We must shatter that rune before it descends!”
Mengke’s outcry left the crowd perplexed, but no inquiries followed; instead, all sprang into action.
Sineva transformed into her full embodiment, sprouting wings half white, half black. Her form erupted with gravitation and repulsion, forces that seemed contradictory, a terrifying twine of power surged towards the light rune.
Essex’s fist, shrouded in dark flames, conjured the ghostly semblance of a black dragon rising. Accompanied by the dragon’s roar, he aimed his punch towards the luminous rune.
Samantha’s crystal-clear Glazed Paradise and Spirit Illusion Mirror Reflections lunged at the target in tandem…
Everyone unleashed their most powerful attacks in harmony with Komodo’s fireball meteor, bombarding the light rune!
On the distant floating iceberg, a group of bewildered wizards struggled to comprehend the situation. Where was this sudden, terrifying notion originating? Moreover, why had Mengke, who had refrained from assaulting the light rune earlier, now teamed up with others to attack it?
Confused, Rivetta turned to the man standing next to her. “Lord Lucci, do you understand what is happening?”
Without a word, Lucci summoned a light gust of wind.
The breeze flicked through the pages of Rivetta’s tome used for record-keeping, causing the densely inscribed pages to flutter. As the wind dissipated, the page ceased its turning.
Rivetta lowered her gaze to inspect the page.
Ever since her arrival in La Sutherland, she had filled this notebook with news and secrets, waiting to publish them in the —City Firefly’s Night Whisper— upon her return to the Wizarding World.
Now, the page that had been turned open displayed information that Canter and Samantha had gathered when they had sought out Angel.
“The Curator of the Hunting Museum, known as Night, will soon ascend to the throne.”
Chapter 1169 Unforeseen Changes at the Tower's Apex <TOC> Chapter 1171 Come Back