Chapter 1191 Bisected Across <TOC> Chapter 1193 Water of Salvation
Translator: SumTLMan
Greaves’ pupils mirrored the unfolding spectacle.
Olucia’s torso was disconnected, a spurt of blood followed as she was halved in mid-air, plummeting heavily to the ground.
The dust settled.
Confronting her creator, or rather, a trivial Avatar of the creator, Olucia was nonetheless bested, in a most disastrous fashion.
“Lady Olucia…” Greaves collapsed onto the ground, his face reflecting a state of shock and helplessness.
In the air, the Flameless Lord looked down at Olucia, now split into two parts——
Olucia hadn’t died; in fact, she was trying vehemently to generate flesh from the severed cross section, striving to reconnect the broken halves.
The Flameless Lord quietly said, “Don’t waste your effort, given the energy you have left, recovery is nearly impossible.”
Olucia, her face covered in blood, glared viciously at the Flameless Lord.
At that moment, a faint glimmer of light flashed across the center of Olucia’s forehead. The mark of the divine flame relic reemerged. With the revelation of this mark, the flesh sprouting from Olucia’s severed waist accelerated in growth slightly.
“Almost forgot, you still have the method of borrowing external forces. However, recovery is still impossible… do you think I will give you time?” The Flameless Lord looked down at the lump of flesh in the dust, her palm already flickering with a white flame.
Just as the white flame sparkled even more, an ancient and complex evil aura pervaded the area from afar.
The Flameless Lord swiftly turned her head, her gaze piercing towards the origin of this aura.
——A deep pit.
Or rather, the pit created earlier when the Flameless Lord slammed Popoca into the ground. The ancient evil aura was seeping out from within this pit.
Angel and Greaves in the distance also sensed this aura. Although it wasn’t immobilizing like a domineering pressure, the intense feeling of evil, intertwined with suffocating oppression, was like drowning in its depths, almost to the point of asphyxiation.
“This aura, why does it seem somewhat familiar?” Angel muttered to himself in a low voice.
From within the pit, a flaming scarlet chain slowly extended. With the rise of the chain, Popoca, whose entire body was beginning to exhibit signs of decay, struggled to his feet.
“I will not die. The glory of the Laudsourcians is waiting for my recovery… and my sister, she’s also waiting for me to see her. I can’t die, I shouldn’t die!” With Popoca’s whisper, one end of the scarlet chain emanated a strong aura of blood, and a symbol resembling a ‘solar eclipse’ faintly surfaced!
“An Artificial Relic?” The Flameless Lord, looking at the chain, murmured, “Such an immense demonic aura, it seems you must have devoured hundreds of demons to create this artificial relic.”
Popoca glared at the Flameless Lord, his eyes glinting with madness.
The Flameless Lord calmly intoned, “Do you know what a Demon God despises most?”
“That is, the relics… or the marks of another Demon God!” The voice of the Flameless Lord suddenly elevated, directing the fearsome flare previously intended for Olucia towards the chain.
In his prior battle with the Flameless Lord, Popoca had been thoroughly defeated. Lying in a deep pit, he could feel his physical body starting to break down, but he wasn’t ready to die just yet. His sole strategy to survive was to trigger the ritual of the relic, utilizing the power of the Profound Lord’s arrival to rebuild his body, and slay the Avatar of the Flameless Lord. However, the ritual of the relic caused such a commotion that the sinister aura it emitted instantly drew the attention of the Flameless Lord.
Before the ritual could be completed, the flame wave conjured by the Flameless Lord slammed into the chain.
There was a crisp resonating sound, and the ‘solar eclipse’ emblem on the chain shattered into countless luminous points.
As the emblem shattered, Popoca suffered backlash, spat out a mouthful of blood, and crashed heavily to the ground once more.
If he could just hold on a little longer, just a little longer… he would have succeeded.
Blood tears streamed from Popoca’s eyes, his face filled with bitterness.
Seeing this, the Flameless Lord coldly declared, “Although I dislike the relics of other Demon Gods, I can tell you this, the Demon God you were praying to became aware the moment you began the ritual.”
The words of the Flameless Lord revealed a stark truth.
The Profound Lord had indeed sensed what was happening here, but chose not to descend.
In other words, Popoca had been abandoned by the Profound Lord.
Now the only thing of value left in Popoca was his soul. Since he had pledged allegiance to the Profound Lord, after his death, his soul would surely be claimed by the Profound Lord. With the only benefit already secured, why would the Profound Lord risk conflict with another Demon God knowing Popoca’s demise was imminent.
Even though the Profound Lord’s power vastly surpassed that of the Flameless Lord, a fight with no benefit held no meaning for it.
As the Flameless Lord revealed this truth, Popoca’s face turned ash-grey.
The Flameless Lord didn’t care to speculate about Popoca’s thoughts, nor did she continue to attack. Instead, she turned around and returned to Olucia’s side. To her, dealing with a ‘naughty’ child was of utmost importance.
As the Flameless Lord started walking towards Olucia, Greaves, who had been stunned at a distance, finally came to his senses, repeatedly muttering “no”, and frantically, anxiously, staggered towards Olucia.
Seeing this, Angel immediately and without hesitation, stopped Greaves.
In his bewildered state, Greaves was successfully halted by Angel.
In fact, Greaves knew that rushing over would do no good, but even if it were futile, he didn’t want to watch Olucia die right before his eyes.
Greaves looked at Olucia, who also lifted her head and met his gaze.
When Olucia saw Greaves charging towards her, the emotion that flickered in her eyes was more than just relief; it was predominately anxiety.
It was only after Angel stepped in to block Greaves that Olucia finally exhaled a sigh of relief.
Olucia gazed at Greaves, a pleading look in her eyes for the first time. She didn’t want Greaves to approach.
Because if Greaves were to press forward, the only possible outcome was death.
Perhaps, the Flameless Lord, after killing her, would not lift a hand against anyone else. After all, to her, Greaves or Angel, were nothing more than mere ants.
Even if it was for a pitiful ant to survive, all Olucia wished for was Greaves’ survival.
……
The Flameless Lord moved to Olucia’s side. Even when she went to destroy the relic earlier, Olucia still hadn’t given up hope. The buds of flesh from her waist had started to reconnect the severed part of her body.
If the Flameless Lord had arrived a little later, Olucia estimated that she could have already restored her body.
“Why are you in such a rush?” The Flameless Lord stared at the mark on Olucia’s forehead and stated indifferently, “Once your soul is extinguished, I’ll repair your body for you. It’ll be even better than before. After all, in all these years, you are the first to be able to bear the burden of the fire relic.”
Bearing the burden of the fire relic? Something felt amiss to Olucia.
Is she chasing me not because of so-called ‘betrayal’, but because of… the fire relic?
Olucia felt something was off, but she no longer had the chance to inquire as the Flameless Lord’s hand was once again ablaze!
Just then, a sound of breaking the air cut across the sky, interrupting the Flameless Lord’s action.
An elemental arrow made up of raging flames flew in from a distance.
However, before the flaming arrow could reach the Flameless Lord, it abruptly halted in mid-air.
The Flameless Lord turned her head towards the direction from which the flaming arrow came, only to see Greaves standing there with his hands aimed towards her, visible thermal energy still radiating from his palms.
Clearly, this flaming arrow was launched by Greaves.
Although Angel had halted Greaves’ advancement, Greaves was more powerful than Angel in the first place. The reason he stopped was not due to Angel, but because of the look in Olucia’s eyes.
Olucia didn’t want him to do this, so Greaves didn’t press on.
However, when he saw the Flameless Lord attempting to extinguish Olucia to Oblivion, numerous images flashed across Greaves’ mind, all of which were memories related to Olucia——
Because of his constant inability to mature, Greaves was actually very frustrated, suppressing himself within the clan and constantly pondering how to mature faster day and night. It was not until he followed Olucia that, even though maturing was still his goal, Olucia was unlike the other demons in the clan who would put pressure on him. Instead, she allowed him to grow freely and wildly.
The reason why Greaves had become so “grizzly” also had a lot to do with Olucia’s laissez-faire attitude.
Throughout the time spent with Olucia, Greaves experienced a complete liberation of his nature. The oppression within his heart vanished, making it the most comfortable period in many years of Greaves’ life. Olucia held a significance for Greaves that transcended the ordinary.
As he saw Olucia on the verge of being sent to Oblivion by the Flameless Lord, Greaves felt as if all his precious memories were turning to ashes, vanishing without a trace. This was something Greaves could not accept. Even if Olucia was holding him back with a look, even if the shop owner was constantly whispering in his ear about self-restraint, Greaves finally released that one arrow of flame.
Greaves knew that this flaming arrow might not do anything, and it could even harm him. But sometimes, rational thought is always a step behind the impulsivity of the moment.
As expected, the flaming arrow was unable to harm the Flameless Lord; it couldn’t even get close.
When the Flameless Lord’s gaze fell upon him, Greaves’ expression was fearful, but a fleeting hint of resentment flashed through his eyes.
“Using fire against me, how ignorant.”
With the Flameless Lord’s whisper, the flaming arrow suspended in mid-air suddenly turned around and shot back at Greaves.
The rebounding flaming arrow was even faster than before, impossible to block.
“No… don’t…” Blood spilled from Olucia’s mouth as her breath escaped faintly.
The light from the oncoming flaming arrow illuminated Greaves’ eyes filled with terror and despair.
Then came a violent explosion.
Where Greaves had stood was now a deep pit, consumed by fire.
Chapter 1191 Bisected Across <TOC> Chapter 1193 Water of Salvation