Chapter 1190 The Path of Olucia <TOC> Chapter 1192 Artificial Relic
Translator: SumTLMan
Fafnir had once warned Angel that with his power, it would be prudent not to directly observe high-level battles. If he were to insist, an indirect medium was necessary — much like the breeze that Fafnir had previously used as an indirect link to observe.
Fafnir insisted on such advice for two reasons. Firstly, given Angel’s strength, recklessly watching high-level combat would teach him little. Secondly, it could impact his future choices and even potentially cause lingering issues with his own energy operations.
Angel initially dismissed these concerns because he had previously witnessed part of a high-level battle above the Void Obelisk without any discomfort. But now, as he watched the battle between Olucia and the Flameless Lord, not only was he unable to discern their figures, but the more he watched, the more discomfort he felt.
It was as if an unnamed fire was rampaging within him, disrupting his internal energy flow.
Immediately, Angel shut his eyes, trying desperately to suppress this discomfort, but the uneasy sensation clung to him like a shadow and progressively worsened.
Angel knew that his own energy flow was definitely affected.
This was a low-probability event, but with Toby’s Frost Seal lifted, under the influence of the doom curse, low probability events began to seem infinitely possible.
Solving this problem was not difficult if one could find a meditation room to regulate the operation of magic power through meditation.
However, under the oppressive force, he was immobilized and could not find the so-called meditation state. Additionally, the external environment was noisy due to the battle, making it impossible for Angel to meditate.
In such a situation, the discomfort became increasingly unbearable, and even his energy circulation began to falter.
Angel even began to question if he would be suffocated by the irregular energy flow?
Considering Toby’s terrifying curse, this possibility seemed real.
Just as Angel was gradually sinking into panic, an active energy surged from his back, penetrating his body.
This energy felt like a warm flame, illuminating and purging the impurities in his body. As the ‘flame’ made a round in his body, the discomfort in Angel’s chest disappeared.
“Thank you,” Angel exhaled a murky breath. From the nature of the energy and its source, he was certain without a second thought that it was sent by Greaves.
However, his gratitude remained unanswered for a long time.
Just when Angel thought Greaves had perhaps fallen unconscious due to his severe injuries, he heard a faint voice from behind: “Shop owner, are you a human?”
Angel was taken aback. During their initial encounter at the Phantasmagoria Cabin, Olucia had instantly seen through his human guise, thus he assumed Greaves also knew about his human identity. Furthermore, during his earlier conversation with Popoca, Angel had made no special effort to hide his identity. To his surprise, it seemed that Greaves had not detected his human nature.
The difference between humans and the original natives of the Abyss, although they appear similar externally, their internal organs are different. It was only when Greaves projected his energy into Angel’s body that he discovered the truth.
Considering the inherent enmity between demons and humans, Angel fell silent.
After a moment, Angel finally said, “Yes, I am a human.”
“… Are you with the group from before?”
“As a human, I have naturally heard of them, but I am not associated with them. Moreover, do you think I could really be part of their group, given my power level?” Angel chose his words carefully.
After a long pause, Angel heard Greaves reply, “Indeed, you’re too weak to be their shop owner.”
Angel: “…”
“Do you detest humans?” Angel asked out of the blue.
“I’m not sure… but, I despise the previous group.” After some contemplation, the sharp edge in Greaves’ voice had faded, becoming more tranquil.
Angel refrained from further comment. The worldview of humans and demons was vastly different, and he had no intention of imposing his own perspectives onto Greaves. The fact that Greaves had started pondering his likes and dislikes already meant he was forming a moral compass, which was enough.
In the prolonged silence, Angel couldn’t discern if Greaves was deep in thought or simply observing the battle.
Angel himself was calming his heart, silently communicating with the Soul Realm through the Path of the Soul Realm.
After an unknown length of time, while Angel was silently replenishing his soul energy, Greaves’ voice resounded from behind him, “Although I dislike humans, I don’t detest you, shop owner.”
Caught off guard, Angel responded with a light chuckle, “Naturally, after all, I’ve promised you a proper Voyage of Experience through the Rhythm of the Ocean once we get out safely. If you loathed me, you’d miss that opportunity.”
At this, Greaves also started laughing.
As the tension in the area relaxed, a sense of apprehension enveloped the distant battlefield.
Olucia was drenched in fresh blood, eyes swollen, bruises covering her body, and even her pristine mask shattered, a pathetic sight indeed.
In stark contrast stood the other “Olucia”, reflecting like a mirror. While the Olucia outside the mirror was gravely injured, the “Olucia” within remained as pristine as ever.
But that didn’t mean she remained completely unchanged. A sudden “swish” sound echoed.
Olucia revealed a smirk, and a sequence of reckless laughter escaped her lips.
However, the Flameless Lord’s expression grew even colder, as her face now bore a shallow cut, with a hint of fresh blood seeping out.
A major wounds on Olucia, the product of a prior confrontation, made itself apparent.
Despite this, in comparison, the injury inflicted on the Flameless Lord was nothing more than a trivial scratch. Yet, Olucia’s wounds were much more severe. Even so, she laughed with an exorbitant arrogance, as if she had already claimed the victory.
Bursts of laughter later, Olucia’s vigor began to rise incrementally.
The Flameless Lord gazed at Olucia calmly, indifferently stating, “I had forgotten, even a young leopard has sharp claws. It seems, I need to take this more seriously.”
As the Flameless Lord’s words descended, the porcelain shell enveloping her emitted a lustrous radiance, transforming into an odd fluid form. This porcelain-like fluid was shaping and altering the Flameless Lord’s form.
In a fleeting moment, the Flameless Lord underwent a drastic metamorphosis.
Not only did her form expand several times over, but she also sprouted wings of porcelain. Her tail and belly merged into one, reminiscent of a mantis, yet her complexion was incredibly lustrous, devoid of any menacing aura, instead filled with a sense of graceful beauty.
Startled, Olucia exclaimed, “Revealing your True Form?!”
“I’ve never concealed my True Form, what’s there to reveal?” replied the Flameless Lord coolly, “This is my True Form.”
As the Flameless Lord unveiled her True Form, the pressure surrounding them vanished, and the previously exposed terrifying aura gradually dissipated.
Finally able to move, Angel and Greaves cautiously extricated themselves from the center of the battlefield.
With the lifting of the oppressive aura, Olucia’s expression became even more vigilant than before.
Without a sound, the Flameless Lord abruptly appeared at Olucia’s side, gently swinging an arm shaped like a scythe.
Throughout this process, there was no pyrotechnic flair, not even a ripple of energy. But just this gentle swing managed to cleave a crack in the very fabric of space!
Terrifying suction emanated from the rift, instantaneously causing the surrounding space to collapse.
Having retracted all external energies, the Flameless Lord’s actions did not raise a wind, did not stir a ripple.
Even though Olucia had been extraordinarily cautious, she still couldn’t escape from these undisturbed attacks. Her right shoulder was sliced open with a penetrating fissure. The bones inside nearly shattered instantaneously. Her right arm was still intact only because it was barely hanging by a thread of skin.
Olucia ripped off her nearly useless right arm. With a sound of rubbing leather, a new arm sprouted from the amputation site.
However, after the limb regeneration, Olucia’s complexion had turned even more pallid.
At this point, Olucia was utterly on the defensive.
In the face of such a predicament, Olucia planned to unseal her own binding. Upon returning from the old world, she perceived her physical form shattered, her Spirit trapped in turmoil, only the power of her True Name remained untouched.
Hence, her only choice currently was to unseal her True Name!
Yet, as she attempted to do so, she discovered the power of her True Name had vanished into thin air… Olucia paused in confusion, failing to recollect what her True Name was.
This moment of bafflement gave the Flameless Lord an opportunity to appear behind her, effortlessly.
With a single wave of the hand.
…
At this moment, Angel was cautiously edging along with Greaves towards the periphery of the combat zone.
He dared not leave for two reasons; firstly, he feared any drastic action on his part would catch the Flameless Lord’s attention. Having previously experienced the speed of the Flameless Lord, Angel admitted, even with full power applied to the Gravity Lines, he was no match.
Secondly, Angel had a lingering suspicion that Greaves was right; there was a peculiar sense of mystery in this Unknown Territory. Angel had an indescribable feeling, as though a watchful gaze was locked on him from the distant darkness.
This was a hint of imminent danger no less threatening than the current situation.
With ominous signs both ahead and behind him, Angel glanced at Toby, peacefully ensconced in his breast pocket. Even if doom were to strike, he felt certain it wouldn’t target him alone in this place.
After a short walk, Angel suddenly noticed the noises from behind had almost completely vanished.
As he was puzzling over this, Greaves at his side let out a startled cry.
“No!”
Due to their previous encounter, Angel had avoided watching the combat, but upon seeing Greaves’ horrified expression, he turned around.
There, right in front of them, was Olucia.
At first, Angel didn’t notice anything wrong. But suddenly, a spray of blood erupted from Olucia’s waist.
With a shift of position, Olucia was split in two — the Flameless Lord had Bisected Across her midsection!
Severed at the waist!
Chapter 1190 The Path of Olucia <TOC> Chapter 1192 Artificial Relic