Chapter 1181 Lord Giallar <TOC> Chapter 1183 Unleashing the Doom Curse
Translator: SumTLMan
There came a moment of bewilderment that enveloped Night.
Even under the countering glow, the identity of the speaker was clearly discerned.
The recognition of the interlocutor’s face was precisely the catalyst for Night’s confusion.
The face was nearly a mirror image of Olucia!
Not just in features, but the voice and physique were eerily similar to Olucia’s as well.
It was as if facing a clone!
Who was this entity?
Not only did Night desire to know the answer to this question, but the same curiosity thrummed within the hearts of all present.
Mengke, confronted by this doppelganger of Olucia, felt his heart start to race. A disturbing speculation was beginning to form in his mind… according to his years of experiences in the Abyss, Olucia should have no siblings. And this being, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Olucia, must share some form of blood relation with her. If not a sibling, and being able to command Lord Giallar, the entity’s identity seemed to be on the verge of revelation!
——It shouldn’t be addressed as ‘it’, rather ‘She’!
Night also seemed to recall something, his pupils slightly constricting, uttering a grandiose name with a hint of caution: “The Flameless Lord?”
The question from Night went unanswered. However, a meaningful smile spread across the other party’s face. She then hopped off Giallar’s shoulder, landing where the spatial vortex previously stood.
With a gentle touch, a planar passage spontaneously appeared on the spot.
Giallar bowed his head in question: “Flameless Lord, your faithful servant yearns to accompany you.”
Giallar’s words inadvertently confirmed the identity of the newcomer!
This entity, identical to Olucia, indeed turned out to be the Flameless Lord — the one who pursued eternal combustion, burning the flames to their utmost end!
“No need, disobedient child, I will personally discipline you.” The Flameless Lord cast a fleeting glance, her gaze shifting towards the humans in the distance, a smirk curling his lips: “As for you, why not join these little friends for a game?”
Giallar’s gaze followed towards the humans. At that moment, everyone felt as if they were under the scrutiny of the grim reaper, a disheartening sense of helplessness welling up from within.
With that, the Flameless Lord stepped into the passage.
However, just as her silhouette was about to be swallowed by the spatial passage, she abruptly turned to Night: “I hope you take to heart what I said earlier. I would be very saddened if I do not see you.”
With that said, the passageway closed, and her figure vanished.
Although there was no discernible change on the face of Night, a trace of gloom could be detected in his eyes.
What had the Flameless Lord previously said?
——Our business here is concluded, I hope you could visit my world for a conversation.
The implication of these words is as clear as day — it’s an invitation for Night to join her camp. Night is well aware that should he accept, he’d end up like Giallar, nothing more than a pawn serving the Flameless Lord.
Being under the patronage of a Great Demon God could potentially present as a valid option. However, Night had learned from Feng why some Demon Lords can equal or even surpass the level of a Demon God — the reason being is because they retain their free will.
However, becoming a servant of a Demon God often leaves one with no room to maneuver, utterly unable to act upon their own volition.
The aim of Night is not merely to reach a level akin to a Demon God. He even aspires to transcend the realm of Demon God, Supreme Demon God, and cross all boundaries to ascend to the peak of power. Hence, he has no intention of becoming a slave to the Flameless Lord.
Therefore, upon hearing the Flameless Lord’s words, Night’s gaze hardened with disapproval.
“Newly crowned Lord of Fire, it seems like you’re resisting?” Once the Flameless Lord departed, only Giallar remained.
Night glanced at Giallar and replied indifferently, “Resisting? Not at all. I am merely contemplating what laws need to be cultivated within my dominion.”
Giallar: “You have plenty of time to cultivate. As you know, for the Flameless Lord, a hundred years is but a fleeting moment. It won’t be too late to seek out the Flameless Lord once your dominion is perfected.”
The meaning behind Giallar’s words was clear — the latest deadline the Flameless Lord had set for Night was a century.
Night frowned slightly, murmuring, “A hundred years can be long or short. Who knows what unexpected events may occur within that span?”
A cruel smirk curved upon Giallar’s lips. He understood well Night’s resistance — he too had resisted once. However, the currents of the grand cosmos flow from beginning to end; destinies have already been written, immutable by any being.
While Night and Giallar were in conversation, humans in the distance were buzzing like a disturbed hornet’s nest.
After experiencing a tumultuous whirlwind of events, everyone’s emotions were in a state of chaos. The most distraught of them all was probably Mengke — seeing hope within arm’s reach only to be thwarted by another “human” at the last moment, resulting in the loss of both the Source Fire and Olucia.
Years of effort had washed down the drain.
To add salt to the wound, they had seen the Lord and Demon God appear. Although the Demon God had left to pursue the human who took Olucia, her instructions to Giallar indicated a clear intention to have Giallar deal with them.
In other words, not only did their plan fall apart at the last minute, they now faced an insurmountable foe.
How could Mengke not be dejected?
After briefly calming his emotions, Mengke started facing reality. Since Olucia’s bloodline was temporarily unattainable, it’s best not to dwell on it. The main focus now should be figuring out how to escape from Giallar’s grasp.
The timing couldn’t be better. Giallar was still in conversation with Night. Seizing this opportunity to leave would be the best course of action.
With this thought in mind, Mengke exchanged glances with the people around him. Even though they were immobilized under an oppressive force, the chain that had held them captive had vanished with the departure of the spatial passage. The silencing spell effect was now nowhere to be found, which allowed them the chance to utilize the Word Spirits method and desperately reveal their trump card.
Despite Mengke’s silence, everyone else seemed to understand his intention.
It seemed to be their only viable option now.
Meanwhile, as humans were surreptitiously setting things in motion, Sanders cast a long, deep sigh as he watched the shattering top of the Void Obelisk.
Canter, standing next to Sanders, reassured him in a whisper, “Initially, none of us expected that Angel would appear in La Sutherland, causing such a big stir. Don’t worry, Angel will be alright. Perhaps the next time we see him, he will have stirred up another grand event.”
By the end of his sentence, Canter forced a strained smile.
Shaking his head, Sanders felt there was no need for Canter’s awkward laughter. After all, what he said was highly plausible.
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In the boundless void rift, the sole source of light was the crimson flame burning on the chain.
Angel, immobilized by the chain, bore a bitter smile on his face.
He had always remained on the fringe with Fafnir, observing events. How then, had he ended up in such a predicament?
If they desired the Source Fire, he would willingly offer it. Even if they demanded his ears, Angel would find it acceptable. After all, a wizard had countless ways to regrow ears, or even transplant superior ones.
Why did they have to kidnap him? Wasn’t this superfluous?
Angel gazed at the colossal figure of Popoca in front, opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he remained silent. It wasn’t because of the silencing spell, as its effect had ceased when he was dragged into this spatial passage of unknown destination.
The reason for his silence was because he noticed the confusion in Popoca’s eyes. They fluctuated between clarity and madness.
Any words spoken at this moment would likely fall on deaf ears.
As Angel sighed helplessly, he suddenly felt a lightness on his shoulder. Initially, he thought it was the chain’s grip loosening slightly, but before he could rejoice, his peripheral vision caught a white figure falling from his shoulder.
Upon realizing what the white figure was, Angel’s eyes widened in shock.
“Damn, it’s Toby!”
What was falling from his shoulder was Toby’s Frost Seal spell! The spell had been resting on his shoulder, even when they were under the suppressive force, it remained relatively unharmed.
However, after being bound by the chain and pulled into the spatial passage, and now being dragged by Popoca, he couldn’t use his Magic Hands because he was bound. Finally, after a series of jolts, the Frost Seal fell.
Angel cried out in horror.
At this moment, Popoca came to a halt, glancing over his shoulder at Angel. His gaze fell upon the falling Frost Seal, but he remained still, fixating a chilling stare on Angel.
“I can give you the Source Fire! You…” Before Angel could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Popoca.
“Silence, the Source Fire belongs to us… Laudsourcian Fire…” Popoca’s voice trailed off, his eyes sinking back into a frenzied state. Suddenly, a chill emanating from the chains sparked a moment of clarity in his eyes.
Without uttering another word, Popoca turned and left.
Meanwhile, the Frost Seal plummeted towards the dark abyss below. Angel knew well that once Toby was lost in this rift of nothingness, he might never be found again.
Angel struggled with all his might, but the chains bound his every move.
He never thought that the chains he had forged would eventually become his own restraints.
As desperation filled Angel’s eyes, suddenly, a pair of flaming hands reached out from behind him, attempting to grasp Toby’s falling Frost Seal.
As Popoca took flight once again, the Frost Seal was held firm by the flaming hands.
Upon seeing this, Angel let out a sigh of relief, turning his gaze to his back. There, a fireball clung onto the hem of his robe.
Angel was momentarily stunned; the fireball was none other than the Young Fire Demon, Greaves.
When Angel was bound by the chains, he had only seen Olucia sucked into the spatial passage, but he hadn’t noticed that Greaves was also pulled in.
Toby’s Frost Seal, by chance, was caught by Greaves.
Angel, looking at Greaves, uttered a word of thanks in somewhat unorthodox Demonic Language.
Greaves, seemingly unaccustomed to praise, bashfully turned his head away. Without uttering a word, his normally orange flames shifted to a redder hue.
Angel turned his gaze back, ready to check on Toby’s condition.
However, when he looked, his eyes widened with surprise once again…
He noticed…
At the top of the Frost Seal, the once pristine, frost-like scale of Bina Jonis was gone!
Looking down, he saw a glimmer of white light twinkling in the void below, then dropping straight down, eventually swallowed by the profound darkness.
Upon seeing this, Angel was instantly struck dumb.
Chapter 1181 Lord Giallar <TOC> Chapter 1183 Unleashing the Doom Curse