Chapter 1187 Situation <TOC> Chapter 1189 Birthplace of the Gods
Translator: SumTLMan
A brilliant radiance blossomed, illuminating the still, deathly white sky. It was so intense it rendered the already pallid skin of Popoca shining.
The sudden burst of light drew their attention upwards, only to witness a streak arcing across the sky. A white ray, trailed by a lengthy tail, plummeted from the heavens. The spectacle resembled a meteor’s descent.
Moreover, its crash site was aimed directly at the barren mountain where they stood.
A sense of dread flashed in Angel’s eyes. Regardless of what was plummeting, anything aimed at them spelled disaster, especially under the current influence of Toby’s doom curse.
“Run!” Angel cried, spinning around to scoop up Greaves from the ground. Underneath him, the Dark Night Flyover pulsated with an ebony gold hue. With a swift movement, they were darting towards the distant plains.
No sooner had Angel flown out of the barren mountain’s range than he heard a terrifying rumble from behind.
The seismic wave of this thunderous noise transformed into ripples, even reaching Angel who had already escaped from the vicinity. A gust of wind assaulted him, making him whirl around mid-air several times before regaining control.
Glancing back, he found the position of the barren mountain obscured by a thick layer of dust and smoke. Countless fragments of stone surged out from the smoke, reminiscent of a volcanic eruption. However, instead of molten lava, what spewed out here were fragments of the mountain.
What on earth had happened? Could it be that a meteorite from outer space had been affected by the doom curse and, by pure ill luck, struck this exact spot?
With skepticism in his heart, Angel studied the area of the barren mountain hidden by the smoke.
Suddenly, an unanticipated feeling of terror welled up from within him. His heart pounded like a drum, his blood seemingly frozen in his veins.
Feeling this… Angel initially wanted to assess Popoca’s condition, but now, he had no such inclination. He turned and fled.
However, before he managed to escape far this time, an incomparable aura of oppression radiated from the center of the smoke.
Furthermore, Angel intended to use the Gravity Lines within his soul to escape, but he didn’t even have the time to chant the Mysterious Soul Whisper before he was completely enveloped by the aura of oppression.
As if time had frozen, Angel’s movements were arrested mid-flight. The next second, he plunged down from mid-air.
Fortunately, Angel wasn’t flying very high, only about ten meters up. When he fell, it only stirred up a cloud of dust, not causing any severe external injuries. As for Greaves, since he was on Angel’s back, he didn’t suffer any direct impact. However, his already injured internals showed signs of worsening under the immense pressure.
After landing, Angel remained immobilized, lying on the ground, unable to move under the overwhelming oppression like nothing he had ever felt before.
“That feeling… I can’t be wrong… It’s her…” Greaves’ voice came in broken spurts from behind.
Still panting heavily, Angel managed to croak out: “You recognize it?”
A sense of terror flashed through Greaves’ gaze, he hesitated for quite a while, too scared to call out the name of the mighty entity at such close proximity.
Even though Greaves did not respond, Angel could discern from his trembling voice, the fear Greaves held for the arrival.
An entity that could instill fear in a brat like Greaves, perhaps, only a Demon Lord could have such an effect.
Could it be that Lord Giallar from before has come after them?
But the previous pressure exerted by Lord Giallar was chilling to the bone, a haunting sensation. However, the present pressure was grand and overwhelming, with a faint hint of scorching heat. It didn’t seem to be similar to Lord Giallar’s pressure. Then who could it be?
Uncertainty arose in Angel’s heart, but he knew very well that regardless of who it was, he would likely not escape today’s predicament.
It was even highly probable that the arrival was influenced by Toby’s disaster curse. If that were the case, Angel felt his future looking grim.
If indeed he could not escape this calamity, perhaps, there was only one way out.
As he felt the Path of the Soul Realm, his mood gradually descended.
…
Suddenly, a figure shot out from the smoke like a cannonball, harshly smashing into the nearby ground.
This impact not only created a deep pit, it also scraped a crevice. The orange-glowing lava, slowly flowed towards the point of impact.
In no time, the deep pit had become a lava pool, the figure that had fallen was completely surrounded by the lava.
“Was that figure just now… the monster from before, Popoca?” Greaves asked in astonishment.
Although Angel didn’t get a clear look at the specific figure, from the green viscous fluid that was splattered all around, he could basically determine that the one “punched” out from the smoke was indeed Popoca.
Even Popoca was ejected, indicating that the “white light” that fell like a meteor earlier contained an opponent not to be trifled with.
While myriad thoughts crossed Angel’s mind, the smoke ahead gradually began to dissipate.
When the smoke and dust had settled, the first thing Angel saw was a flat piece of land. The previous wilderness or small hills had vanished after the meteor fell.
And then, a figure emerged from the thinning smoke.
The silhouette of that figure gave Angel a feeling of extreme familiarity, and as he was guessing who it might be, it slowly walked out from the smoke.
From a human aesthetic perspective, the newcomer had a remarkably beautiful face. But what attracted most was the pair of deep green eyes, which seemed as if a flame was flickering within.
Clad in a suit of armor flashing hues of silver and blue, intricate in design, glowing with peculiar runes. Beneath the armor, an unblemished brightness as white as the highest grade porcelain emanates. Not only does it possess a certain aerodynamic allure, but it also radiates an elegant and rhythmic charm.
Its appearance and attire remind Angel of the first time he encountered Olucia in the Phantasmagoria Cabin.
At that time, Olucia also adorned herself in a similar manner. The only difference was Olucia wore a porcelain-white mask, but this entity revealed its true face.
Despite this, Angel recognized at first glance, its resemblance with Olucia was uncannily striking.
Indeed, it merely resembled Olucia, but it certainly wasn’t her.
In Angel’s words, from a certain perspective, Olucia was still a ‘human’. Her emotions were muted, but the fluctuations were still present. But the entity in front of him had eyes filled with absolute indifference and an air of superiority as if it was a god looking down upon all things, an attitude gods possess when facing the myriad things of the world.
“Lady Olucia?” Greaves saw the newcomer, initially cried out in surprise, but soon, his eyes flashed with confusion: “No, it’s not Lady Olucia.”
As Greaves finished speaking, the smoke in the distance dissipated completely. With the settling dust, he saw a figure floating behind the newcomer… it was Olucia, who was still unconscious.
Seeing this, Angel instantly understood that the majestic figure standing in front of him, possessing a divine aura, ‘Olucia,’ was the one brought by the fallen meteor earlier.
So, who was this entity?
Angel did not inquire Greaves, but a dreadful speculation subtly surfaced in his heart.
The newcomer’s gaze slowly swept the field, completely disregarding Greaves and Angel standing on the side. One was a Young Fire Demon, the other barely qualified as a wizard’s apprentice. To the newcomer, they were as insignificant as ants.
Eventually, it focused its attention on the lava pool formed earlier.
“By my estimation, this physical body’s strength should not be fatal to you. Do you intend to play dead beneath the lava pool?”
After uttering this sentence, it received no response. It scoffed, the giant rocks from the earlier landslide lifted without warning and were brutally hurled towards the lava pool.
As the rocks descended and magma splattered, bubbles began to gurgle from the center of the lava pool.
Shortly after, a figure slowly rose from the lava pool, it was Popoca who was previously knocked down!
Around Popoca, an image of a “solar eclipse” swirled, negating the terrifying pressure and enabling him to move freely. It also insulated him from the scorching magma.
As Popoca landed, his eyes were vigilant as he stared back.
The newcomer glanced back at the slumbering Olucia, and with a feather-light movement, a smile devoid of any emotion was curved on their lips, “Even though she is my own child, she loves to confront me, causing me much vexation… Yet, even if I decided to silence her, I absolutely will not permit outsiders to meddle.”
With these words hanging in the air, their figure turned into a stream of light, hurtling towards Popoca.
Confronting a formidable adversary, Popoca could only clench its fists, ready to face the onslaught.
A dazzling mirage, a fleeting meteor.
…
“Is it… no, is she the Flameless Lord?” Angel inquired in a hushed tone while they were locked in combat.
In truth, as soon as she revealed a face identical to Olucia’s, Angel already had a hunch. Earlier, when He referred to Olucia as “my child”, Angel was almost certain that she might be the infamous Flameless Lord, the Great Demon God!
Due to the oppressive aura, Greaves could only lay immobilized on Angel’s back. The only saving grace was that the direction of the confrontation between Popoca and the Flameless Lord was away from them. For the time being, they weren’t caught in the crossfire as “innocent bystanders”.
“Yes, she indeed is the Flameless Lord. However, it seems it is not her true self that has come, but a proxy. I’ve heard from Olucia before that the Flameless Lord has many copies made of her own bloodline. Actually…” Greaves paused at this point, hesitating for a moment before continuing, “Olucia was originally one of these copies.”
Angel was taken aback, “Isn’t Olucia a Descendant of the Flameless Lord?”
“An avatar also carries the Flameless Lord’s bloodline, so calling it a descendant isn’t exactly wrong.”
Angel became somewhat perplexed. Since Olucia was also an Avatar of the Demon God, why did she possess independent consciousness?
To this question, Greaves had no answer, only saying, “It’s rather complex, I don’t quite understand it myself. Perhaps Steward Tantin might know, but he’s not here now…”
Greaves’ reply reminded Angel of Fafnir’s comments on the Descendants of the Demon God not long ago. She too had said that the relationship was complex. It seemed that his initial simplistic belief that Olucia was the progeny of the Flameless Lord was mistaken?
Chapter 1187 Situation <TOC> Chapter 1189 Birthplace of the Gods