Chapter 1170 The Will of the Abyss <TOC> Chapter 1172 The Struggle for the Source Fire
Translator: SumTLMan
“Only the birth of the Source Fire could drive Komodo into such madness, it seems Lord Night has succeeded,” Fafnir’s whispering voice echoed in Angel’s ear.
So, it was Lord Night.
Angel was momentarily taken aback. Reflecting, it made sense that only Lord Night could cause such a disturbance.
Recalling the overwhelming terror that had blanketed the world, Angel was still consumed by fear.
However, how could Lord Night, having ascended to the throne, be present at the summit of the Void Obelisk?
Angel cast a puzzled gaze towards the peak of the Obelisk. Under the combined assault of Komodo and the humans, the light rune there had become almost transparent.
Suddenly, Lord Mengke, in the guise of a Frost Giant, took a step forward. The colossal sword, transformed from the Frost Moon Silver Crown, was drawn by him. Grasping the sword with both hands, he aimed at the light rune.
“Wham!” With a mighty roar, boundless frost power converged, an icy-blue brilliance covering the gigantic sword. Mengke, as if mustering the strength of ten thousand, swung the sword forward!
A terrifying sword light, accompanied by countless white frost novae, rushed towards the light rune like a crescent moon!
The light rune that had previously encircled the peak of the Obelisk, already nearly transparent under the attacks of Komodo and the other wizards, was on the verge of reaching its limit. This sword light from Mengke was the decisive blow that would break the stalemate!
Crash!
Like shattered crystal, the light rune surrounding the peak of the Void Obelisk dimmed completely, giving birth to countless cracks. A flicker of light and shadow, transforming into a myriad of fragmented light, melted into the sparks in the wind, eventually disappearing…
With the dissipation of the light rune, the true sight atop the Obelisk was fully exposed.
“What is that…”
“How is that possible?! A vortex is forming on that painting!”
“Could it be that this painting is truly a work of the Magic Painter?!”
From atop the floating iceberg came gasps of astonishment, which soon turned into terror.
Because from the vortex in the center of the painting, countless torrents of energy-dense flames suddenly erupted. These flames, like a dense drizzle, could incinerate on contact!
A demon who was too close, a Fire Demon no less, turned into a pile of black ash upon touching the flame!
Witnessing this scene, Maher shouted in horror, “Activate the defense! Quick, activate the defense!”
Panic ensued on the floating iceberg. On the other side, Angel was also startled by this scene. When the light rune was dissolved, he expected to see Lord Night. However, there was no sign of Lord Night on top of the Obelisk. Instead, he saw the painting known as —Night—.
Now, the painting was pitch-black, devoid of firelight, replaced instead by a vortex.
As Angel attentively observed, terrifying flames spurted out of the vortex. These flames were of such power that even Fire Demons could be incinerated by them, let alone Angel, who dared not come into contact with them.
Fortunately, Fafnir was at his side. With a casual wave of her hand, a Domain of Wind encased them, shielding Angel and herself.
The flames spurting out from the vortex slid off the wind domain as if repelled by it.
Upon seeing this, Angel exhaled in relief. However, at this moment, he heard Fafnir let out a cry of pain. Turning to look, he saw Fafnir, who was always so calm and composed, now wearing an expression of suffering, her forehead slick with sweat.
And the wind domain, protecting them, for the first time under Fafnir’s control, began to sway!
“Lady Fafnir,” Angel spoke in a hushed whisper, “Are… are you alright?”
“These flames… they’re from the birthplace of the Source Fire, the origin of civilization… from an ineffable world. That’s why it’s difficult to resist them…” Fafnir’s fragmented voice drifted to him.
Angel froze momentarily. A world from the Source Fire’s birthplace? Could these flames possibly be the Source Fire?
Almost subconsciously, Angel’s gaze shifted to Olucia and Komodo, whose objective was the Source Fire. Olucia was on top of the Obelisk, but she, along with Greaves and Tantin, were on the side of the painting, unaffected by the flames. Olucia had been watching the vortex in the center of —Night—, seemingly indifferent to the escaping flames. Komodo, on the other hand, had transformed into a hazy fire elemental, forming a shield that blocked these flames.
It seemed that these flames were not the Source Fire.
As Angel scanned his surroundings, he saw that even Fafnir was struggling to fend off the flames, and the defenses of the floating iceberg would be utterly useless.
The iceberg that floated in the sky evaporated instantly under the widespread flames, dissipating into the air at a visible pace.
Sanders was also resisting the flames, sensing the terrifying power within them. Now he understood why Nythotep had suddenly retracted her rainclouds before… Even if her umbrella was a Mysterious Object, it would likely suffer damage if faced directly with these flames.
Thankfully, the flames spewing from the vortex didn’t last long.
After a minute, the gushing flames gradually vanished.
Maher looked back, noticing that the ‘black cloud’ composed of distant demons had suffered a significant loss in the fire. However, not many human wizards had perished.
Although the flames were intense, they only harmed the current world. It would be relatively safe as long as they took shelter in an alternate dimension.
However, due to the chaotic spatial energy in La Sutherland, neither demons could access the Alternate Dimension nor could wizards open the Exile Space. Still, the wizards had an advantage——the Wizard Garden.
In the moment when the floating iceberg melted, all the wizards were transported into Mengke’s Wizard Garden——the Everwinter Garden.
In the present, all wizards have been released; sadly, only a handful were turned into ash by the flames due to panic, failing to seek refuge in the Everwinter Garden in time. However, the remaining wizards were unscathed.
While all wizards are safe, it is regrettable that the floating iceberg has disappeared.
When Maher somberly pulled out his private vehicle, the surrounding wizards suddenly erupted in astonishment. Following the source of the commotion, Maher saw that the painting at the far-off Obelisk top was once again illuminated in bright glory…
…
Fafnir retracted her Domain of Wind, wiping the sweat off her forehead, her gaze fiercely fixed on Komodo in the distance.
Even though the flames were indeed hard to counter, her main source of pain while maintaining the Domain of Wind was the injury she had sustained during the previous battle with Komodo; otherwise, she wouldn’t be this flustered.
But while Fafnir was staring at Komodo, she saw Komodo suddenly rush towards the top of the Obelisk.
Fafnir’s gaze followed Komodo’s movements, settling on the Obelisk top. On the painting there, from the middle of the vortex, a brilliant light exploded once more.
However, unlike before, Komodo didn’t show any caution. Instead, it watched the light with an excited expression.
Elsewhere, Olucia was also intensely fixated on the same light.
Seeing this, Fafnir was filled with suspicion, “Could it be that the light inside the vortex…is the Source Fire?”
While Fafnir speculated, the vortex underwent its second change. Whereas it had previously leaked a vast amount of flames, this time, there were no flames spewing out of it.
Yet this change seemed more daunting to everyone than the previous one.
Because——
A gigantic hand suddenly stretched out of the vortex.
At first, it was just the fingers, but slowly, the entire hand revealed itself. The hand was as large as a giant’s, but unlike the coarse texture of a typical giant’s hand, this hand was as smooth as jade.
The hand’s color was a radiant red, akin to red-hot glass.
As the hand emerged from the vortex, every creature felt the same terrifying presence as before, making the celestial flames rise and fall.
At this point, everyone understood that the owner of this hand must be the source of that terrifying presence.
Initially, Mengke had planned to use this opportunity to ambush Olucia, but with the appearance of the hand, fear flickered in his eyes, and he ended up retreating several steps.
The hand from the vortex continued to extend outward. It moved very slowly, as if there was some resistance preventing it from entering this world.
“I once heard Odeklaes say that one needs to completely transform into flames to travel to that world, a step that essentially disperses everything,” Fafnir whispered, “And to Come Back from that world, one needs to reassemble the dispersed fundamental elements, a process known as reformation.”
“Right now, his slow movement is actually the process of reformation.”
Angel turned his head and asked, “Does Lady Fafnir imply that the owner of that hand is… Lord Night?”
Fafnir nodded, a hint of admiration in her eyes. In terms of age, Lord Night was considerably younger than her, yet he had taken that step so rapidly, stirring poignant emotions within her.
Upon confirming that the hand belonged to Lord Night, a sparkle of joy also flickered across Angel’s eyes.
Regardless, Lord Night had indeed done him a great favor before. Seeing Lord Night reaching this point, even though they belonged to different worlds, Angel sincerely rejoiced for him.
Nevertheless, Angel, as he watched the slowly emerging hand, was reminded of Feng.
Feng seemed unconnected to any of the current affairs, yet he felt like Feng’s shadow loomed everywhere. Even the final step Lord Night took seemed to bear Feng’s imprint.
Even more to the point, Lord Night had now emerged from Feng’s painting.
What role exactly had Feng played in all this?
As Angel’s thoughts were whirling, the forearm of Lord Night finally “struggled” out of the vortex.
As the forearm fully emerged, a wave of peculiar fluctuations suddenly rippled outwards.
Angel was also drawn to this wave of energy. He couldn’t articulate what kind of sensation this was, but his heart suddenly started to pound rapidly, like facing a table of delicacies, filled with an unparalleled craving.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if Lord Night, during the process of extending his forearm, unintentionally brought out a spark of flame from that ineffable world.
At the end of Lord Night’s forearm, that bright red as if burning elbow, a tiny white flame was flickering.
The flame looked insignificant, yet it was this minuscule flame that seized the attention of everyone.
Because it was the source of all the ripples!
Chapter 1170 The Will of the Abyss <TOC> Chapter 1172 The Struggle for the Source Fire