Chapter 1193 Water of Salvation <TOC> Chapter 1195 The Will to Fight
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“Employing a natural born relic to expel the Flameless Lord’s demonic incarnation, this is our sole lifeline…”
This frail yet familiar voice, transcending the barriers of space, resonated directly into Angel’s ears.
Angel lifted his gaze and saw Popoca lying at a distance on the ground, quietly staring at him. The face concealed under layers of blood made it impossible to discern his expression, but one could unmistakably perceive a bright spark flickering within his eyes.
“Natural born relics are different from artificial ones, they don’t require complex conjuring rituals. All you need is to stain it with your own blood and then sincerely call out the name of the relic’s owner within your heart. They will respond to you.”
“This is our final chance.”
Popoca’s face was filled with expectation: “You must understand that the only thing that can defeat a Demon God is another Demon God.”
Earlier, Popoca had tried to summon the Profound Lord through the relic, but unfortunately, he had failed. At that moment, he had resigned himself to his fate, allowing his body to crumble slowly and his consciousness to sink into the darkness of the Abyss.
Until Popoca saw a relic falling from Angel.
A sudden glimmer of hope ignited in Popoca’s heart.
The refined statue of the Cruel Scholar was not an artificial relic but a natural born one!
Natural relics can directly establish contact with Demon Gods, even inviting the will of the Demon Gods to descend! Popoca quickly realized that this was their only opportunity!
Hence, he promptly made contact with Angel.
In his perspective, Angel had previously endured endless pain, almost perishing under the hands of the Flameless Lord. Upon learning there was a potential lifeline, he should be eager to seize the opportunity.
Moreover, Angel’s current condition was dire, with bones misaligned and body twisted, it seemed that his internal organs had suffered significant damage; without external intervention, he probably wouldn’t last long.
Therefore, even for his own sake, Angel should use the relic.
But to Popoca’s surprise, after he made the suggestion, Angel showed no reaction. From his gaze, expression, and every inch of his body, rejection was written all over him.
“Why do you refuse? That’s our only lifeline!”
“Don’t you wish to save yourself? Or are you hoping… that the foolish Young Fire Demon perishes here?”
Angel lowered his head, remaining silent.
“Fine, even if the Flameless Lord won’t lay a finger on an ant, perhaps, he won’t kill you in the end, but you’ve seen it before, he’s taken an interest in you. Even if he spares your life, he won’t let you go, do you understand? The interests of a Demon God are not so easily swayed!”
“Even if you could barely survive, once you fall into his hands, you’ll realize that living like this might be worse than death.”
“Use the relic. That’s the last and only lifeline for you, me, and the Young Fire Demon you want to save!”
Despite Popoca’s earnest pleas, Angel remained distant and unresponsive.
It’s not that Angel is uncommitted, rather, Angel understands well that even if he were to use the relic, his fate wouldn’t necessarily be any better.
When the Cruel Scholar presented him with the statue, it vaguely hinted with a meaningful tone that the statue could be used for some sort of exchange with it. While this might sound akin to a trade, it’s far from a fair barter, and the nature of the so-called exchange remains a mystery.
An unfair exchange, once desperately initiated, would invariably result in a sky-high asking price.
Sanders once explained to him that once the statue was used, it could cost more than just freedom; it could potentially cost his soul as well.
Angel’s soul is unique, making the Cruel Scholar hesitant, even incapable of branding it with the of mark of its True Name.
However, if the power of laws is invoked, like using a relic to initiate an unfair exchange, then the Cruel Scholar could bypass superficial mechanisms and claim Angel’s soul at its core.
Therefore, Sanders’ advice to Angel was clear: “Never use this relic! If you really intend to activate it, be prepared to face the consequences and bear the cost of eternal damnation.”
For this reason, even though Angel knew that using the relic might open a path to survival, he had no intention of activating it.
Despite Angel’s utter resistance, Popoca never gave up persuading him.
“My body is breaking down, I don’t know how much longer I can hang on, maybe I can’t even make it to the moment of meeting Sparrow Blossom. But I hope you won’t die, at least you need to survive and leave this place, go and see Sparrow Blossom for me…”
“And don’t you want to see your family, your friends again? They are waiting for you, as is your mentor, Sanders… Flora…”
When Popoca mentioned his family and friends, Angel was taken aback, with images of Jon, Leon, Nausica, Shalem… and so many others flashing through his mind.
It was as if he could hear their overlapping voices calling his name.
At that moment, Angel’s expression was suddenly filled with hesitation.
…
“The end is here. The mischievous child finally receives her due punishment.”
A calm, unfluctuating voice echoed from the Flameless Lord’s lips.
As soon as her words ended, a flame ignited in her hand, pressing towards Olucia’s forehead.
In the distance, Greaves was all teary-eyed, his eyes wide open, unconsciously murmuring, “No, no…”
No matter how many times Greaves prayed in his heart, the inevitable end still arrived.
When the faint flame descended, Olucia turned her head, looking at Greaves for one last time. Her gaze seemed to be loaded with messages she wanted to convey to Greaves, but in the end, all Olucia did was raise her eyebrows and give Greaves a smile.
Following her smile, before Greaves could even discern the meaning behind it, he saw the flame engulfing Olucia’s head.
A roaring inferno thoroughly shrouded Greaves’ field of vision.
The sobbing of Greaves abruptly stopped. He gazed in a daze at the distant blaze that had suddenly ignited, seemingly unable to comprehend what had transpired.
Only when Olucia’s spiritual consciousness transformed into a light orb about the size of a fist, gripped by the Flameless Lord, did Greaves come back to his senses.
He didn’t wail or murmur anymore, he merely wept silently.
Perhaps, not even Greaves himself knew why he was shedding tears. All he felt was an aching soreness in his eyes, and a cryptic oppression taking root in its heart.
The Flameless Lord did not immediately destroy Olucia’s spiritual consciousness. Instead, she extracted a light blue flame, exuding a powerful chill, from the burning husk lying on the ground.
This was the Legacy of the Hearthfire.
An otherworldly fire that the Flameless Lord had never expected anyone could make it recognize as its master.
The Flameless Lord stared at this pale blue flame, a mysterious glint flashed across her eyes as she slowly inserted it into Olucia’s spiritual consciousness.
The reason why the Flameless Lord hadn’t annihilated Olucia’s spiritual consciousness was precisely because she needed her to carry this Legacy of the Hearthfire.
Within the light orb in her palm, the Flameless Lord now saw a light blue flame.
Somewhat fascinated, she gazed at the object in her hand. After the Legacy of the Hearthfire merged with the light orb, it looked like a luminescent eye with a blue flame for a pupil.
It was dreamlike and stunningly beautiful.
The Flameless Lord admired it for a good while. Then it took the purple-white Source Fire from the lifeless, decaying shell on the ground — a prize that Olucia had painstakingly obtained.
The Flameless Lord casually tossed the Source Fires into the air. The two embers transformed into two differently colored fishes, revolving around the ‘Luminescent Eye’ in a circular dance.
The Flameless Lord released the ‘Luminescent Eye’ from her grasp. It didn’t fall to the ground but levitated beside the Flameless Lord. The fish of Source Fire served as both its source of floating power and a beacon set by the Flameless Lord, following her wherever she went.
The Flameless Lord glanced satisfactorily at the Luminescent Eye hovering at her side, then slowly turned her gaze to the other side.
With her official business taken care of, it was time to leave this place.
This world had an aura that made the Flameless Lord uncomfortable.
However, before she left, the Flameless Lord planned to study the rather peculiar human.
Step by step, the Flameless Lord moved towards Angel.
The first to notice the movement of the Flameless Lord was Popoca. He had spoken many words via mental communication, to which Angel had not responded. Only when he mentioned Angel’s family and friends did a hint of hesitation cross Angel’s face. Popoca thought he was making headway and continued his persuasions, but no matter what he said thereafter, Angel did not respond again.
Popoca even considered the possibility that Angel might have blocked his mental link.
As he watched the Flameless Lord start to approach Angel, Popoca clenched his teeth. He didn’t use mental messages anymore, but shouted loudly, “Angel, using the relic is our only chance at survival! Don’t hesitate anymore!”
Popoca’s shout stunned the Flameless Lord for a moment.
Her gaze fell on a human in the distance, or rather, the statue beside the human.
Earlier, because the Flameless Lord had pinched that human with her Flameless Hand, it led to the statue falling. However, the human’s body was so fragile that the slightest pinch caused him great harm, causing his blood to spray violently.
Some of that blood splashed onto the statue.
Following the natural laws of relics, that is to say, at this moment, as long as the human sincerely called out for the Cruel Scholar in his heart, the Cruel Scholar would directly descend with its consciousness.
This speed of thought on the plane of consciousness is something that not even the Flameless Lord can stop now.
Would he do this? The Flameless Lord looked at Angel.
Even though the Flameless Lord didn’t know why the Cruel Scholar didn’t mark this human and left the relic to him, she had an inkling that perhaps the Cruel Scholar had been obstructed somehow and couldn’t mark the human for now. Hence, it first left the relic to this human. As long as the human used the relic, the Cruel Scholar could bypass that obstruction and mark the human.
Such obstructions, albeit very rare, are not unheard of.
Some items, certain abilities, and even more so some Mysterious Objects can all cause such obstructions.
The Flameless Lord saw through this at a glance. Therefore, she was quite curious: would this human use the relic as his Last Ray of Hope?
Chapter 1193 Water of Salvation <TOC> Chapter 1195 The Will to Fight