Chapter 1199 Where The Gaze Falls <TOC> Chapter 1201 The Radiant Green Tree
Translator: SumTLMan
Panic? The Flameless Lord couldn’t comprehend why she was harboring such a ludicrous, laughable emotion even by her own standards.
Yet, the throbbing in her brow, coupled with the sudden anxiety that flooded her heart, seemed to signal the looming arrival of a catastrophe.
“No matter who it is, without a doubt, they have descended from a distant time and space,” the Flameless Lord suppressed the panic within her, trying to convince herself, “Moreover, it’s certainly not the descent of their physical entity, only a strand of their consciousness.”
“Even if their real body is powerful, the energy brought along by a descending consciousness will definitely be limited! Hence, nothing will go wrong.”
Despite saying that, the appearance of “it” had caused time and space itself to stagnate.
And this stagnation had affected the Flameless Lord herself.
——The fact that this Avatar hasn’t yet formed a complete Law Domain, and therefore couldn’t break free from the “time-space stagnation” seemed somewhat reasonable. However, the fact that her True Spirit, which truly descended from the Bottomless Abyss, was immobilized at this moment was rather unbelievable.
The Flameless Lord dared not dwell on this thought further, as it would only intensify her already panic-stricken state.
“This is just a fleeting moment, the World Will would never stand by and watch as the fundamental laws are affected,” she consoled herself. Yet, she seemed to forget that banking hopes on the World Will during a battle with an enemy already indicated a sign of weakness.
Just as the Flameless Lord surmised, this sensation of time stagnation lasted only for an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the wind continued howling, the sparks and glowing lights continued fluttering in the wind.
Just when the Flameless Lord breathed a sigh of relief, the phantom figure in front of her started moving suddenly.
There was a moment of hesitation before the Flameless Lord reacted. Her hesitancy came from analyzing the previous state of panic and pondering whether to instantly summon back her True Spirit to the Bottomless Abyss.
In the end, she didn’t choose to summon the True Spirit back but instead decided to gauge the attacking strength of this golden haired phantom.
If its offensive capabilities were more or less similar to before, she could stay and give it a fight.
While the Flameless Lord was pondering, the golden haired figure vanished abruptly, appearing right in front of her without warning, as if it had teleported!
“This is bad!” cried the Flameless Lord in her heart!
Immediately, she activated her Flameless Fire. Eerie fire runes floated around her and crashed towards the golden haired figure.
The adversary was so swift that there was no time to initiate a defense; hence, the best defense was offense!
The Flameless Lord reckoned that if the opponent didn’t dodge, it would result in mutual damage. If the opponent evaded her attack, the created opportunity for an attack would vanish.
Her plan seemed sound. However, when she launched her attack with the fire runes, she realized nothing had been affected, as if she’d struck air.
In her confusion, she saw from the corner of her eye that the opponent had passed through her.
Passed through her?
Caught off guard, the Flameless Lord failed to comprehend what had transpired before a sudden dense red mist flashed before her eyes.
The very moment the red mist materialized, the wind’s howl softened, as though time itself had stagnated, rendering an unearthly silence. Yet, the Flameless Lord’s cognition remained unimpaired, even her senses heightened. She could hear the fierce wind, the undulating intestines of Greaves in the distance, the sound of Popoca’s body disintegrating… The cacophony of sounds, the melange of smells, and the array of visuals were all starkly vivid.
Upon refocusing on the red mist before her, she finally discerned its true nature.
It was a visual illusion caused by the spurt of fresh blood.
Blood? Why would there be blood?
A horrific realization dawned upon the Flameless Lord, and she cast her gaze downward, only to find a large penetrating wound on her porcelain chest, a hollow cavity gaping at her. Her heart had completely vanished.
As the Flameless Lord registered this, a delayed wave of intense pain invaded her thoughts, and time resumed its regular flow.
“Too fast!” It was so swift that it distorted the Flameless Lord’s perception of time, so quick that before she could react, everything was already over.
She had assumed the opponent would employ a green rune, but that wasn’t the case. The crude speed and the terrifyingly powerful energy explosion shattered her physical body’s defenses in an instant! Without any warning, the battle ended.
The heart was the power source for this Avatar. Once the heart disappeared, this Demon God Avatar would be entirely useless.
The Flameless Lord’s eyes morphed from confusion to clarity, from terror to tranquility, and finally, to a deep-seated malevolence.
Since the Avatar was already useless, she decided to launch one last counterattack while her brain was still in control——
She would use her body as a medium, and her blood as fuel, to trigger a violent explosion of all her flesh and remaining energy!
The Flameless Lord made this resolute decision not with an intention to gravely wound the golden haired phantom — she knew that was impossible. The sole purpose of the self-destruction was to conceal her bloodline information.
However, before she could act, the Flameless Lord felt a tingling sensation at the back of her head.
Before she could identify the cause of this sensation, her thoughts plunged into an endless abyss of darkness.
The Flameless Lord was clueless about what had transpired, but Greaves, on the other hand, had a clear view. The figure with golden hair, after passing through the Flameless Lord’s body, slowly extended its hand, aiming its palm at the Flameless Lord’s head.
A thunderous bang echoed.
Greaves’ eyes were assaulted by a blinding light, causing an involuntary blink. When he reopened his eyes, the Flameless Lord’s skull had been obliterated.
Streams of red and white fluids, along with shattered bone fragments, were spewed out.
Backlit, the Demon God Avatar’s headless body, knees buckling, knelt slowly with a dull thud, a fountain of blood bursting forth before finally collapsing heavily on the ground.
“A Demon God Avatar… has met its end just like that?”
“Just like that, in just two moves, or rather, a single strike, she was left with no chance of turning the tables?”
Greaves was left dumbstruck.
A second ago, despair was all he felt, but in a mere blink of an eye, the tide had unexpectedly shifted again. And this time, the shift wasn’t just a reversal; it was an Absolute Domination!
It felt as effortless as if he wasn’t battling against a Demon God’s Avatar, but instead squashing an insignificant ant.
Greaves looked at the blond figure in the backlight from afar, his eyes reflecting both shock and longing, along with an inextinguishable reverence arising from his very core.
This scene, it was as if it had seared a deep impression into Greaves’ psyche, an etching that could never be wiped away.
…
When the Avatar of the Demon God perished, a roar full of fury suddenly echoed through the pitch-black void of the bottomless abyss.
The source of this bellow was none other than the Flameless Lord’s True Form.
With the Flameless Lord’s roar, countless believers, situated in different worlds, trembled as they knelt before the mark of the Flameless Fire.
Its roar attracted numerous gazes, some of which even belonged to ancient entities.
They were puzzled, what could have happened to the Flameless Lord?
Just a moment ago, it had been spreading the gospel to its followers in utmost jubilation. Yet, in the twinkling of an eye, it had become furious?
For Demon Gods, their emotions had long been eroded over endless time. The drastic emotional fluctuations of the Flameless Lord naturally piqued their curiosity.
At this moment, in the library where the Cruel Scholar was situated, a discussion was underway, sparked by the emotional shift of the Flameless Lord.
“The Mirror of Desire tells me, you might know something,” a voice, as gentle as a feather landing on one’s heart, making it mysteriously ticklish, whispered into the Cruel Scholar’s ear.
“I was wondering who would seek me at this time, so it is the Demon God of Evil Desires.” The Demon God of Evil Desires, also known as “Ominous Trickster”, was adept at manipulating desires and human hearts.
The Cruel Scholar replied without raising his head, aware that the other was merely projecting his voice through the void, and in reality, was extremely distant.
After a bout of alluring, heart-throbbing laughter, the Ominous Trickster continued, “What’s with the Flameless Lord, you should know, right?”
Cruel Scholar glanced towards the Bottomless Abyss, where the Flameless Lord resided, his eyes holding a touch of deep contemplation.
The shift from joy to rage by the Flameless Lord happened in a very short span.
Previously, the Cruel Scholar had assumed that perhaps the Flameless Lord had vanquished the being from beyond time and space, gaining some benefit from it. But it now seemed that he might have been mistaken?
“Since the Mirror of Desire directed you to me, why not directly ask about the matter of the Flameless Lord?” retorted the Cruel Scholar.
“It’s imperceptible, shielded by a peculiar form of energy,” remarked the Ominous Trickster, curiosity burning brightly in his tone. “Intriguing indeed. What could possibly be happening to the Flameless Lord to elude detection from your Mirror of Desire?”
Following a moment of silence, the Cruel Scholar replied lightly, “As for the specifics, I am unsure myself. However, I trust that it won’t be long before your Mirror of Desire discloses the answer.”
Indeed, the Cruel Scholar was currently unable to impose his will upon the relic, and so his ignorance regarding the matter was truthful.
“Oh, by the way, since you’re here, I have a question too. Looking at these coordinates, they should belong to the surface layer of the Abyss, right?”
Meanwhile, the Flameless Lord, the subject of the ancient gaze and the conversation between the Cruel Scholar and Ominous Trickster, gradually transitioned from wrath to calm.
Given that her Avatar had perished, it signified that the path to Asgard was once again closed off.
Nevertheless, this was trivial. She could always look for Olucia’s soul once the terrifying entity departs. At present, her top priority was the immediate return of her True Spirit!
After all, the True Spirit was the source of her being. Calling it back should not be challenging, although the entity’s interference might lead to some depletion.
Nonetheless, some depletion was far more acceptable than total dissipation.
However, as she was about to summon the True Spirit back, she found, to her horror, she couldn’t locate its presence!
After a while, a surge of emotions, forged from the Bottomless Abyss, erupted.
Anger, shock, regret, and… despair!
Chapter 1199 Where The Gaze Falls <TOC> Chapter 1201 The Radiant Green Tree