Chapter 1172 The Struggle for the Source Fire <TOC> Chapter 1174 Ascends the Throne
Translator: SumTLMan
Every move of Lord Night was under the watchful eyes of everyone present.
Thus, the momentary pause when Lord Night glanced at Angel was also keenly noted by them all.
“Lord Mengke, it seems that Angel did hide something, as previously suspected. There must be something he and this Lord Night haven’t disclosed,” claimed a wizard from Gravity Forest who had been observing the earlier scene.
On hearing this, Rivetta sneered, “Why do you assume that we depend on Angel for every piece of information?”
“Remember that Angel is merely an apprentice. You, I, and everyone here in the floating iceberg, we’re all more capable than him.”
Rivetta’s words were a slap in the face for some, yet upon reflection, they were right. Olucia’s arrival in La Sutherland was so abrupt that it took them all by surprise. This left their intelligence-gathering lagging behind that of Angel.
Now, all the information they obtained was through Angel, and they still blamed others for withholding information.
Knowing that the one who spoke was from the wizards of Gravity Forest, they understood the ulterior motives: to sow discord in front of Lord Mengke.
For a while, everyone looked at the man from Gravity Forest with disdain.
“The information Angel provided is useful to us. What does it matter if he doesn’t mention something irrelevant?” Canter said indifferently. He was surprised too, wondering why Lord Night hesitated when he saw Angel, but it was merely a personal matter between Angel and the Demon Lord and bore little relevance to the current situation.
While Canter spoke thus, he glanced at Sanders. Sanders had spent quite some time with Angel, so he was likely to know something about Angel’s relationship with Lord Night.
However, Sanders gave no response, simply curving his lips in a faint smirk. “Angel is not far away. If you’re so curious about what he’s not telling, why not ask him yourself?”
Mengke glanced at Sanders, then around at the expressions of others, particularly narrowing his eyes at Nereus, before he said calmly, “Canter is right. This matter is irrelevant to the current situation. We just need to wait and see.”
While Angel didn’t hear Mengke’s conversation, Fafnir, on the other hand, heard every word clearly carried by the breeze.
A faintly mocking expression crossed Fafnir’s face, she pondered for a moment, then summoned a gentle wind whisper, which lingered by Angel’s ear. The previous conversation of the humans was fed verbatim into Angel’s ears.
After hearing this, Angel hadn’t expected that the seemingly inconsequential pause by Lord Night would spark such a discussion among the wizards.
“I merely asked Lord Night for a favor. As for other connections…” Angel shook his head. His status and that of Lord Night were worlds apart; it was impossible for there to be other connections. Moreover, he had already spoken about everything last time, even disclosing the relationship between Lord Night and Feng.
The only thing unspoken was the relation between Feng and Odeklaes, as well as Feng’s influence on Lord Night.
Therefore, Angel was indeed curious about the previous feast hosted by Lord Night.
Angel, for his part, didn’t delve too deeply into it. He thought, perhaps, Lord Night’s intentions were straightforward. Seeing himself pause, perhaps he was just surprised that he hadn’t yet perished in the perilous and difficult situation in La Sutherland?
Regardless of human or demon speculation, the true answer could only be given by Lord Night.
Now, however, Lord Night didn’t focus his attention on Angel, but locked eyes with Olucia beside him.
There seemed to be an invisible signal bouncing back and forth in the eyes of both Night and Olucia.
After a while, Olucia gently nodded, as if they had reached some agreement. Lord Night slowly lowered his head, paying her no more attention. However, at the same time, a conspicuously bright purple Source Fire on his hair mysteriously floated down, drifting slowly, finally landing in Olucia’s hand.
Komodo, witnessing this scene, had its eyes bulging in disbelief. Its hands trembled, reflecting its inner turmoil, but it dared not approach Lord Night impulsively.
Mengke in the distance also looked a bit off. From the previous eye contact between Olucia and Lord Night, followed by the descent of the Source Fire, it was clear there was some connection between them. Mengke had been planning to hunt Olucia after Lord Night left, expecting to secure both Olucia and Source Fire.
But if Lord Night and Olucia had a private friendship, would Lord Night be displeased if he took action against Olucia?
Or perhaps, Lord Night had developed prejudice against humans?
Mengke felt a bit uneasy.
“Thank you, Lord Night,” Olucia, having received the purple Source Fire, expressed her gratitude in the melodious rhythm of Demonic Language.
“What was promised before, I have fulfilled. From now on, your gains and losses have nothing to do with me.”
For Angel, Night’s tone when speaking was similar to before, deep and indifferent; but it seemed a bit different, carrying a bit more authority, as if each sentence was in accordance with some law, destined by fate.
All beings who heard Night’s words felt an urge to kneel down from the depths of their hearts.
Even human wizards felt this way.
“The authority of the Lord of Fire,” Fafnir whispered, “His words are law.”
After saying this, Lord Night spoke no more. But these words calmed the uneasy minds of Komodo, Mengke, and all creatures coveting the Source Fire.
The meaning of Lord Night was clear; he drew a line with Olucia, and from then on, whether the Source Fire was gained or lost, it had nothing to do with him!
This meant that Komodo still had a chance for the Source Fire! Mengke’s plan wouldn’t be thwarted by Lord Night!
Everyone’s spirits were once again revived.
However, they dare not approach yet, after all, Olucia is still by the side of Lord Night. Taking action now, even if Lord Night is indifferent to Olucia’s fate and gains or losses, such an act would be tantamount to offending Lord Night.
Any being that offends a Demon Lord wouldn’t meet a pleasant end.
Olucia also understands the thoughts of the others; she knows that this is her only chance. If she waits until Lord Night completely leaves the painting, she will then face Komodo and the human camp simultaneously while trying to preserve the Source Fire and her own existence — an exceedingly impossible task.
With this thought, a flash crossed Olucia’s eyes, and she had made her decision.
Olucia was seen slowly bringing the Source Fires held in her left and right hands closer to each other. As the white Source Fire and the purple Source Fire approached, some kind of strange transformation was secretly taking place.
“Lady Olucia, do you intend to open the Hearthfire Relic now?” Tantin was surprised by Olucia’s action.
“I must know where my path lies,” Olucia replied calmly.
“But, my lady, you have merged with the Hearthfire Relic. Once you activate it with the Source Fire, you will be completely…” Tantin couldn’t finish.
Olucia naturally understood what Tantin had left unsaid. When she used the Source Fire to activate the Hearthfire Relic, all her thoughts and ideas would sink into the olden days concealed in the relic, and she would have no time to care about anything else.
At that time, forget about Mengke and Komodo, even an ordinary Young Fire Demon would be her demise.
Olucia: “I know, but this is my best chance now.”
Tantin frowned, “Nythotep and Iadase’s help before has made one thing clear — Lord Giallar might already be on the way. Why not wait until Lord Giallar arrives, and then merge?”
Olucia’s eyes were downcast, “After he arrives, the situation might be worse than it is now.”
Olucia knew very well that, although the Flameless Lord hadn’t hindered her, from the Flameless Lord’s perspective, it definitely wouldn’t want Olucia to find another path.
“But…”
“Don’t worry, when the time comes, I will leave a trace of consciousness. In case of danger, I will unseal my True Spirit and the True Name.”
Tantin sighed, “Well, I hope you can awaken as soon as possible, master.”
Olucia nodded and did not say anything further. To awaken from the olden times, there was only one possibility — to find the passage to the lost city of Asgard in that bewildering world.
And this was Olucia’s goal.
As to when it could be found, Olucia had no idea and could only rely on her luck.
As for the imminent crisis, Olucia was quite confident that, after activating her True Spirit and True Name, she should be able to hold on for a while. Even if Lord Giallar arrived then, it would be too late to stop anything.
With this thought, Olucia sped up her movements.
As the dual Source Fires began to intertwine slowly, a radiant emblem sparked within the brow of Olucia, akin to an insignia.
Yet this insignia, was unrecognizable to everyone present.
However, wizards who had once ventured into the Resting Grounds, including Sineva, Sanders, and others… They felt a faint familiarity now, as if the insignia did not exist in the present moment but belonged to somewhere upstream of the River of Time, buried by the pages of antiquated history.
“What’s she doing, fusing the Source Fires? Should we intervene?” a wizard questioned.
No one responded, for even if they declared to intervene, no one dared to step forth in this instance.
Komodo, too, remained static at this moment, for it clearly understood that Source Fires were not so easily exhausted. Waiting for Lord Night to depart and contesting thereafter would not be too late.
At the pinnacle of the Obelisk, a burst of brilliance flickered.
Suddenly, Olucia levitated, the intertwined purple and white Source Fires swirled around her. With the circling of Source Fires, the peculiar insignia on Olucia’s forehead disseminated a wave of uncanny fluctuations.
With this surge of fluctuations, Olucia gradually closed her eyes.
Olucia floated in mid-air with her eyes closed, appearing as if she were asleep, her expression serene.
Night, whose upper half had already fully emerged from the vortex, noticed Olucia’s Choice and expressed no surprise, only releasing a gentle sigh beneath his helmet armor.
Chapter 1172 The Struggle for the Source Fire <TOC> Chapter 1174 Ascends the Throne