Chapter 1173 Olucia's Choice <TOC> Chapter 1175 Clyde's Sigh
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“Does it appear that Olucia has fallen asleep?”
This suggestion had initially been met with rebuke. How could she possibly be asleep in such a situation?
Yet, Olucia remained inert for a long time, and when some wizards employed spells to probe her, it appeared that Olucia had indeed slumbered. Moreover, all of her functions were in a state of decline, and this degeneration was continuing.
It was as if she had completely dropped her guard.
“Could she be deliberately setting a trap to lure us into an attack?” A wizard speculated.
“To use herself as bait at this time, I find it implausible. Rather than being deliberate, it seems more like Olucia is trying to deplete the Source Fire as quickly as possible, hence resorting to this extreme approach.”
“So, she feels invincible because she thinks Lord Night is on her side?”
While many had vaguely figured out Olucia’s thought process, no one dared to attack her at that moment. All eyes were fixed on Lord Night, waiting for the advent of the Lord of Fire as well as the Lord’s departure.
The upper half of Lord Night had already emerged from the vortex, with only the lower half left inside.
The leg portion emerged much faster than the upper body.
Within a mere two minutes, Lord Night had turned around, revealing legs scorched by flames.
When Lord Night leapt out from the vortex, the heavens and earth abruptly changed color!
At that moment, all flames sprung into life! Even the fire elements inside fire wizards and demons seemed to want to break through their vessels and rush outside!
Even on Angel’s earlobes, where the Mark of Flame was already thin, a new flame differentiated at that moment, dancing and rejoicing!
All fire elements were boiling and hopping excitedly!
They were celebrating in this manner, welcoming the newly reborn Lord of Fire!
Lord Night stood quietly atop the tower, the burning flames on his legs gradually dimmed, and after being bathed in fire, transformed into leg armor similar to the pattern of his upper body. This suit of armor, formed from flames, exuded a chilling metallic texture, embodying contradictory, chaotic yet orderly power.
Lord Night looked up to the sky, the fire-swept firmament seemed to move with him.
At the same time, a dreadful aura emanated from Lord Night. Although no explicit pressure was exerted, the imposing figure was enough to make everyone feel as if a heavy stone had fallen in their hearts, stifling them.
Even pinnacle figures from the Southern Region of the Wizarding World, like Sineva and Samantha, couldn’t maintain their composure in the face of the still-standing Lord Night.
The aura radiating from Lord Night grew stronger and stronger. It didn’t bring a sense of oppression but rather the dignity of a sovereign.
The escalating aura of the ‘Lord of Fire’ compels an almost irresistible urge to prostrate oneself before it.
Even the dignified humans resist bending their knees due to a semblance of pride, yet the teeming horde of demons in the distance are unanimously bowing down. Even a Great Demon such as Nythotep bows her noble head.
When the aura reaches its peak, even Mengke dare not meet the gaze of Lord Night.
Such supreme authority, as if bestowed by heaven and earth itself, reaches its zenith at this moment!
Whispers circulate around everyone, low and murmuring.
These whispers are like the lengthy mumbles of countless devotees immersed in their worship of an evil god, led by their priests and bishops. The indistinct hum, unsettling to hear, leaves one feeling uncomfortable as though mounted on a pyre, every inch of one’s skin being scorched by the sacrificial flame…
Soon after the whispers begin, the flames in the sky start to convulse and gather. With the concentration of fire, the void beyond the ‘birdcage’ can faintly be seen.
The sight of the void outside the ‘birdcage’ through the hollow flames renders everyone silent.
Thickly scattered are countless figures.
Though the distance makes clarity difficult, the mere glow emanating from some of these figures, coupled with their size, instills a sense of trepidation.
In the midst of this trepidation, fear, and unease, there is also a surge of indignation.
The source of this indignation is humiliation.
To think of La Sutherland as a sealed miniature garden, only for the disappearance of the flames to allow those outside the garden to lift a corner, shamelessly prying into the performance within the garden.
How can this not induce humiliation?
Malicious, greedy, hateful, even mocking gazes penetrate from outside the birdcage.
Yet, although the flames gradually peel away, the birdcage remains intact. Those outside cannot enter, and those within cannot leave.
The stripped-away flames gather in the high sky, under the influence of the World Will, forming a blazing and concentrated fireball so fierce it appears black.
Like a throne forged of flames!
It radiates boundless majesty!
Lord Night gazes at the flames in the sky. Without the slightest hesitation, he strides forward, stepping onto nothingness, and ascends the firmament.
His pace is slow, but with each step, a flaming staircase forms underfoot. These flaming steps endure, undying. Even when caressed by the wind, they merely scatter sparks, evoking feelings of desolation and ancient times.
The scene unfolds like a solemn ritual, notifying everyone of the birth of a Lord of Fire!
When Lord Night Ascends the ‘Throne of Flames’, the ritual still remained unfinished. Yet Lord Night stood still amidst the fire, and the Throne of Flames began to transform into a stream of fire, pouring into the forehead of the Lord.
The fusion was steady, neither fast nor slow, as if it was carrying some sort of authority!
…
“When the fusion is over, that’s when the birdcage is opened,” uttered Lucci, his eyes tightly shut with a phantom Wheel of Time revolving behind him. The flame conjured by the World Will previously concealed the Wheel of Time here, making it hard to discern, but when the flame converged, Lucci caught glimpses of the situation.
Upon hearing this, Mengke turned to look at Olucia at the top of the distant tower, a flash of insight in his eyes, “We can’t wait any longer, everyone has seen the situation outside the void. We must complete the hunting plan before the birdcage is opened.”
No sooner had he finished speaking, a shadow suddenly rushed towards the “sleeping” Olucia at the top of the tower.
But it wasn’t a human from Mengke’s side, rather it was Komodo who had been lurking for a long time.
Its choice of timing was similar to Mengke’s — while Lord Night was undertaking the responsibilities granted by the Throne, it charged at the unguarded Olucia.
As Komodo got closer and closer to Olucia, the purple-white Source Fire encircling her became clearly visible.
“It’s mine, it’s all mine!” Greed and ecstasy filled Komodo’s eyes.
The purple-white Source Fire seemed within reach. However, at that moment, a figure in a red robe stood in its way.
The Servant of Fire, Tantin!
Komodo narrowed its eyes and without any hesitation extended its claws towards Tantin, who likewise did not hesitate to retaliate.
The clash of power ignited at this very moment.
Just like two shadows of light, Tantin and Komodo began to tangle.
Tantin’s strength was barely comparable to an ordinary Great Demon. He originally wouldn’t have been a match for Komodo, who had devoured two blood cocoons. However, after its battle with Fafnir, Komodo was yet to recover from the injuries on its body, many of which were deep enough to reach the bone, causing severe damage.
Moreover, its thought process was still being influenced by the remnants of Minotaur and Eudecernos’ consciousness fragments from the blood cocoon. For a time, Tantin and Komodo seemed to be evenly matched.
However, even if Tantin could withstand Komodo, there was more than one being coveting Olucia at this time.
Mengke also dashed forward, appearing next to Olucia.
Tantin’s pupils contracted and he hurriedly turned around to intercept, but at that moment, a witch with frosty hair and fiery eyes appeared in front of him.
The witch emanated a strange contradictory aura.
Tantin had no choice but to halt, but as soon as he did, Komodo behind him unleashed a terrifying arrow of flames, aimed straight for Mengke’s back.
“Mr. Tantin, be careful!” Greaves, who was hiding behind the —Night— painting, cried out.
Yet, now caught in a predicament, Tantin was utterly unable to guard against the attack.
As Tantin was bracing himself to take the hit head-on, an energy surge, filled with an intertwining dance of ice and fire, was suddenly flung towards him by the witch in front of him.
Tantin was taken aback. Given the circumstances, his only option was to sidestep the onslaught.
Though he may have dodged the initial strike, evading the subsequent attacks would prove to be a challenge.
To Tantin’s astonishment, however, the energy surge merely passed by him. It wasn’t manipulated by the witch as part of a follow-up attack, but instead charged straight into the flaming arrow that had been launched by Komodo.
When the two forces met, they faded gradually after a blinding flash of light.
Tantin stared in surprise at the witch before him, who calmly responded, “I won’t hold back anymore.”
It was only after escaping the perilous situation that Tantin noticed this witch. She seemed to be the same one who had fought against the Panaces Succubus outside the Hunting Museum earlier — her name appeared to be… Sineva?
He remembered that she had lost in the end, but the owner of the Phantasmagoria had pleaded with Hai on her behalf, which had spared Sineva from meeting a fatal end.
Later, when Sineva approached the Hunting Museum, Tantin personally came forward to stop her. Subsequently, she fled.
Of course, for Tantin, it would have been incredibly easy to catch up with the severely wounded Sineva. He could even have taken advantage of her battle with the Panaces Succubus to launch a surprise attack and kill her.
However, Tantin did not choose to do so.
So, was this the reason why it seemed like Sineva had been attacking him earlier but was actually helping him avert a deadly crisis?
While Tantin was mulling over this, he heard a whooshing sound coming from behind him. It was Komodo, who, upon seeing Sineva and Tantin confront each other, took the opportunity to rush towards Olucia.
Tantin glanced back to see that a hazy silhouette had risen around Olucia. Her True Spirit had indeed been unsealed.
With the protection of a True Spirit, she should be able to hold her own for quite a while.
Considering this, Tantin chose not to pursue Komodo. Instead, he turned back to face Sineva with a serious gaze.
Sineva’s previous attack had returned a favor, a favor that was not much of a favor in the first place. Now, it was time to get serious.
Chapter 1173 Olucia's Choice <TOC> Chapter 1175 Clyde's Sigh