Chapter 1180 The Appearance of Popoca <TOC> Chapter 1182 Descent of the Divine
Translator: SumTLMan
A distinct characteristic presents itself on the otherworldly creature — a blazing crimson chain, aflame and bound to it.
This chain, much like a serpent, glided slowly across its skin.
Just as Mengke voiced his intention of using the power of Word Spirits to break free of his shackles, this crimson chain, as though sensing something, raised its ‘serpent head’, its tail coiling with force, extending in mid-air by tens of meters, arriving in an instant at the center of the stage.
Confusion struck Mengke, why was this chain unaffected by the aura of the Demon Lord? Then in the next moment, the chain suddenly radiated a brilliant red light.
The extent of the red light’s reach rendered the vicinity as quiet as a midsummer night of insects’ chirping.
Even the whispering of the wind had disappeared without a trace.
It was as if a silence enchantment had been cast, creating a soundless barrier centered on the ‘serpent head’, within the hundreds of meters in every direction of this three-dimensional space.
Incapable of making a sound, Mengke’s intention of breaking the deadlock with his spoken word was consequently stillborn.
Mengke was full of doubts, why could this chain invoke silence?
On the contrary, not far away, Angel subconsciously swallowed.
To tell the truth, this chain was originally something he had helped Popoca forge. When Popoca came to him for its creation, he had asked for a peculiar request — to inscribe it with a Rune of Silence.
At that time, Angel was somewhat puzzled. Why would Popoca want a chain inscribed with a Rune of Silence?
A chain is either used to confine enemies or to attack like a whip. Inscribing it with a rune that drains the opponent’s strength or a sharp rune would all make sense, but why specifically a Rune of Silence?
Nevertheless, as the request was made by the buyer, Angel did not question it further and agreed.
Who would have thought that the Rune of Silence he inscribed on the chain all those years ago would become so crucial today?
However, Angel was very clear that the Rune of Silence he inscribed was very low-rank and should not have such a strong effect. It must be that the person behind Popoca had enhanced the effect of the Rune of Silence.
Yet, Angel still had some doubts. When Popoca came to him to inscribe the Rune of Silence, could it be that he had already predicted the current situation?
Upon reflection, it seemed possible.
After all, the strongest talent of the Laudsourcians is prophecy.
However, during the initial transaction, he had seen Popoca’s bone card, and there didn’t seem to be a prophecy talent listed in the personal information recorded there.
While Angel was lost in his thoughts, he did not notice that after casting the silence effect, the direction of the chain suddenly changed.
And the direction it turned to was directly at Angel.
Others did observe the motion of the chains, but now, voiceless as they were, they couldn’t alert Angel.
Sanders watched the chain’s movement with a pang of unease. The chain originated from Popoca, who was known to covet the Source Fire, and now, for reasons unknown, Angel had acquired a Source Fire. Thus, Popoca’s intent was blatantly clear!
When Angel became aware of the chain, it was already dangerously close to his face. Startled, Angel could neither move nor speak, his eyes wide with shock.
Surprisingly, the chain did not harm him, but instead gradually brushed against Angel’s skin. The chain was home to tiny flames, yet its touch was cold as if it were a real snake slithering across Angel’s skin.
Popoca, who had been laughing maniacally in the distance, furrowed his brows upon witnessing this scene, shouting, “Quickly retrieve the Source Fire from him and take it away!” His words clarified his intentions.
Those with an eye for the Source Fire looked grim, while the wizards of Gravity Forest reveled in the misfortune. The Source Fire could provide immense power to any wizard. Even non-fire wizards could use fire spells, right? With the Source Fire, any non-fire wizard’s fire spells could rival a true knowledge fire wizard, or even outperform them.
They were never keen on Angel becoming stronger, and seeing this creature trying to steal Angel’s Source Fire only brought them joy. If they weren’t immobilized, they’d be applauding by now.
At this moment, Sanders found himself sharing a thought wavelength with those of Gravity Forest. He too hoped Angel’s Source Fire would be taken, not out of disdain for his disciple’s growth.
There were many ways to get stronger, and Angel held many advantages, whether it was the Dream Wilderness, Green Nightmare Rune, or Nightmare Soul. Studying any of them would lead him further than any ordinary wizard. Thus, having an additional Source Fire wasn’t necessarily better, and might even distract him and waste his time.
Moreover, the Source Fire had attracted too much attention, inside and outside of the cage. Countless eyes, human and demon alike, were fixated on Angel. Even with the protection of Fafnir, his escape was not guaranteed.
Therefore, Sanders would rather the Source Fire be taken, letting Angel leave the Abyss without further complications.
Angel’s thoughts were actually not too different from Sanders’. Having the Source Fire taken away might be better for him. Therefore, when Popoca was shouting at the chain to swiftly take the Source Fire, Angel was also hoping the Source Fire would be taken.
Enduring the icy sensation of the chain’s movements, the chain quickly made its way to his earlobe.
However, the scene that Angel expected, of the Source Fire being taken by the chain, did not occur.
When the chain touched the Mark of Flame, a powerful aura, as if it had been dormant for a long time, was activated. With a sudden “bang,” the chain was flung away.
Angel blinked, and the Fafnir by his side was equally taken aback.
The Mark of Flame, which Angel previously thought was on the verge of expiring, was suddenly rekindled. The power emanating from it was even stronger than the flame abilities originally bestowed by Odeklaes!
It seemed that this Mark of Flame had received some kind of enhancement under the parasitic influence of the Source Fire.
The chain did not make a second attempt on the Mark of Flame, but instead sent a message back to Popoca.
“So you can’t get it now? Then slice off his ears and bring it here!” From the top of the tower came Popoca’s voice, heavy with suppressed emotions.
For Popoca, time was running short. He had to abscond with Olucia before the Lord arrived from the high heavens.
Yet, the chain sent back another vibration.
Popoca’s face darkened. From the emotional fluctuations conveyed by the chain, it was clear that it was unwilling to attack Angel.
“Of course, a spirit evolved from low-grade alchemical works would be foolish! After almost three years, the aura of its creator still affects it! It seems I should have brainwashed its consciousness from the start,” he mused. Popoca initially thought not to interfere with the birth of the chain’s spirit, hoping it might someday become a primordial being. Now, he regretted his misplaced leniency.
Although Popoca could force the chain to attack Angel, it would require a thoughtful in-depth conversation with the chain, and what Popoca lacked the most now was time!
He had already heard the sound of something cutting through the air above, suggesting that the unknown Lord was close to arriving. Once this Lord arrived, it would be challenging for Popoca to escape.
But Popoca was not ready to let go of the Source Fire. Clearly, the pale yellow Source Fire was more refined than the purple-white Source Fire in Olucia.
A gleam flickered in Popoca’s eyes: “Then… bind him and take him with us!”
As Popoca’s words fell, Angel only felt the chain bind him, and without any hesitation, he was pulled towards the distant spatial vortex!
Night, observing from the sky, saw this. He intended to act but hesitated and ultimately did not intervene.
Instead, he stepped forward to intercept the figure descending from the sky.
The arrival was entirely shrouded in a dark illusion, with only a pair of black and gold wings visible. Its figure was massive, even larger than Night, who was now comparable to a titan.
“Newly crowned Lord of Fire, do you intend to stop me?” A grand voice echoed into Night’s ears.
Facing this veteran Lord, Night was dwarfed just by body size. Standing in front of it, Night seemed like a child.
Night responded simply: “There’s no intention of stopping you, merely meeting Lord Giallar face to face.”
Giallar glanced coldly at Night. After all, Night had just ascended to the position of Lord of Fire, and the World Will fluctuations were still swirling around him. If Giallar opposed him now, it could lead to some unfavorable circumstances.
Giallar, in the end, said nothing. With a cold snort, he sidestepped Night.
It was when he bypassed the Night and peered below, his eyes abruptly widened, “A spatial passage? You dare!”
Giallar was swift. In a split second, he was outside the Void Obelisk.
However, it was too late!
The only thing he saw was the spatial vortex gradually shrinking and Olucia’s presence slowly disappearing!
Giallar coldly glanced at Night over his shoulder. The events that had unfolded in La Sutherland had been obscured by the fluctuations of the World Will, so he could not clearly see what had happened with Popoca.
Later, when he had arrived, he actually had a chance to save Olucia, but due to a brief encounter with Night, they were separated by two worlds in a split second!
Naturally, Giallar redirected his spear towards Night.
But just then, a voice sounded next to Giallar’s ear, “Giallar, don’t bother.”
This voice was very crisp. As he spoke, Giallar’s resentful mood evaporated instantly.
That soft tone——
Not only Night, but others also felt a strange illusion.
Why did this voice sound so familiar? Who was speaking?
“Newly crowned Lord of Fire, I am very interested in you. It’s a miracle that a half-demon has made it this far. Why don’t we let this go for now, and go to my world to have a chat?”
Night’s gaze also passed over, but he saw a figure standing on Giallar’s shoulder.
In the backlight, the figure was not very clear.
The only striking thing was those deep green eyes, shimmering brightly in the crevices of the dark shadow.
Chapter 1180 The Appearance of Popoca <TOC> Chapter 1182 Descent of the Divine