Chapter 1203 A Mess <TOC> Chapter 1205 The Right Eye
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The green points of light, having converged, floated above its open palm. At that moment, it extended its other hand, gently touching the green points of illumination.
It was as though the air rippled with an ethereal wave, creating a metaphorical stone skimming across a pond.
As the ripple engaged with the green light points, it shattered an invisible outer shell. The points of light abruptly contracted, becoming smaller, yet their luminescence became brighter.
These light points were essentially the most refined True Spirit power within the “green tree”. Although the reduction in size diminished the overall volume of the True Spirit power, the clarity of the pure transparency became even more striking.
“So, when it mentioned mess, was it referring to the True Spirit power being mixed?” Greaves had finally understood the meaning of the phrase “a mess”.
Yet understanding this plunged Greaves into a new confusion.
In his perception, the massive tree composed of True Spirit power before him was so pure that it could almost be directly absorbed. The energy within Greaves’ own body was probably less pure than the True Spirit power. But in the golden haired figure’s perspective, this energy was still impure?
In his heart, Greaves muttered, there must be a reason why its strength reached such a level.
While Greaves was contemplating, the golden haired figure suddenly turned around, its gaze meeting Greaves’.
Its eyes, calm and silent, caused Greaves to lower his head unconsciously.
The soft sound of footsteps echoed in his ears.
Greaves knew it was the golden haired figure approaching him. In his heart, he felt both a thrill and a fear of the unknown.
What was it approaching for? What is its criteria for friend or foe? I am also a demon, would it kill me too?
As Greaves was fretting, he suddenly heard the footsteps stop.
He subtly lifted his head to peek, only to find that the golden haired figure wasn’t standing before him but next to the shop owner, Angel. Greaves strained to see its face, but due to being backlit, he could only see the bright eyes and the shadow cascading down.
Even though he couldn’t see its appearance, Greaves noticed something after observing for a while.
Its figure appeared to oscillate between the physical and ethereal, like a ghost or a faint illusion that seemed like it could dissipate at any moment.
Just as Greaves was puzzled, he saw the golden haired figure wrap the refined version of the True Spirit power in its hand in a layer of peculiar green runes, then slowly push it into the shop owner.
Before, during the battle in the green halo between “Angel” and the Flameless Lord, Angel suffered severe injuries. His hands were blasted to the point of revealing bone, his organs were ruptured, presenting a gruesome sight.
However, when the purest energy of the green tree — the True Spirit power that made Greaves salivate with desire — entered Angel’s body——
Wrapped in a mantle of green runes, Angel’s bone-deep wounds began to mend at a visibly rapid pace. The pallor on his cheeks, eerily tinged with the pall of death, was gradually replaced with a rosy flush.
Furthermore, the power of the True Spirit power was of such an exceptionally high Purity, it should have been impossible for Angel to absorb. However, the golden haired figure had performed some inexplicable act that allowed Angel not only to take in the True Spirit power perfectly but also, when Angel was cloaked in a faint aura of this power, provoked a sense of threat in Greaves.
For the first time, Greaves felt a pressure emanating from the shop owner.
Swiftly, the power of the True Spirit facilitated the complete healing of Angel’s injuries and induced some peculiar beneficial transformations.
By the time Angel had healed, the golden haired figure stood beside him, observing him intently.
Its gaze hinted at a complex brew of emotions.
Behind it, a radiant green tree swayed in the wind.
The energy the green tree harbored was so immense, and the continent required these advanced energy sources to avert its own collapse. Thus, these frenzied winds were, in essence, a manifestation of the continent’s collective consciousness, a self-preservation phenomenon.
The collective consciousness of the continent wished to employ these winds to disperse the True Spirit power from the green tree across every inch of its land, rejuvenating the continent.
However, the birth of the green tree originated from the golden haired figure.
While it didn’t release its shackles, the True Spirit power remained steadfast, unwavering even against the continent’s collective consciousness, unable to siphon off even the slightest portion.
Time appeared to freeze in this moment.
After an extended pause, the golden haired figure slowly retracted its emotionally charged gaze and crouched down.
It gently placed its hand on Angel’s cheek. With a flash of blinding green light, its hand disintegrated into countless minute pulsating green runes that all poured into Angel’s right eye.
As the green runes emerged, the golden haired figure started to blur.
Eventually, even its silhouette gradually faded out of sight, leaving behind only its brilliant starry eyes.
However, even that light didn’t linger long in the air, immediately attaching itself to Angel’s right eye. Accompanied by the sinking of the halo, the golden haired figure vanished from the scene entirely, leaving behind a slumbering Angel.
“It’s gone…” Greaves, the newly indoctrinated Devotee, felt a pang of disappointment despite his anticipation. After a while, Greaves suddenly had a thought and raised his head, his gaze drawn towards the distant rustling green tree, “It’s gone, what will happen to this tree now?”
Greaves yearned to approach this tree, to seize the True Spirit power within. But he could still faintly sense the green runes around the tree.
These green runes restrained the green tree, preventing even the slightest bit of energy from being carried away by the wind.
Greaves understood in his heart that even if he got closer to this tree, unable to resolve the green runes on it, he certainly wouldn’t be able to obtain the True Spirit power.
The one capable of resolving the green rune issue had vanished… Greaves heaved a sigh, preparing to relinquish these lofty hopes and instead striving to rise to his feet.
His aspiration was to witness Lady Olucia’s soul and her corporeal form.
However, as Greaves strained to sit up from the ground, Angel, not too far away, abruptly opened his eyes.
…
Angel only felt a world of pain throughout his entire body.
Initially, it was a severe pain in his hands and viscera, a type of agony that persisted for an extensive period. Eventually, he felt a rush of energy, as immense as it could be, pouring into his body.
Accompanying this energy influx were some peculiar green runes.
These green runes seemed to possess a purifying function. They exorcised the exploding fire attribute and the inherent chaotic energy of the Abyss from within the energy, rendering it extraordinarily gentle and easily absorbable.
Once the energy had been thoroughly purified, these green runes dissipated into thin air.
This energy then disseminated into Angel’s every limb and bone, warmly nourishing every part of his body, particularly his hands and viscera, evoking a feeling of revitalization, elation, and a ticklish sensation.
However, this comfortable feeling didn’t last for long.
When Angel felt as though his entire body was immersed in warm “water,” he suddenly experienced an intolerable, severe pain in his right eye.
This pain was so intense that Angel couldn’t pinpoint its source, he only felt a strong green light emanating from his right eye.
This agony, which seemed to stretch into eternity in Angel’s perception of time, was utterly excruciating.
Finally, as the pain gradually subsided, and Angel thought everything was about to end, an even more powerful beam of light fell into his right eye.
The light itself didn’t cause pain. However, the light did bring forth a drop of blood.
Although using the term “drop” might not be entirely accurate — as it felt more like an extension of a bloodline — for Angel, it was as if a drop of blood had fused with him.
And the feeling this drop of blood gave Angel was uncannily familiar.
It was undoubtedly the Projection Bloodline of “Shava,” or rather, what seemed to be Shava’s!
As the idea of the Projection Bloodline sprouted in Angel’s mind, he immediately felt a surge of intense pain all over his body. He understood this to be an inevitable journey during bloodline fusion, having experienced this pain before. But this time, the pain had ascended to new heights.
This type of pain was so extreme it caused his entire body to convulse.
Moreover, the time lapse since the last integration of the Projection Bloodline — with his right forearm — wasn’t long. His body had just barely digested the transformation of his right arm, and immediately, another Bloodline Projection came knocking at the door!
That fellow, seizing every opportunity to ‘stir the pot’!
With gritted teeth, Angel had to swallow this bitter pill, for he was the one who had set that troublemaker free in the first place.
Intense pain lingered for a long time, and it didn’t cease. Furthermore, because the interval since the last bloodline fusion wasn’t long, this time, the rate of physical exhaustion was significantly higher.
Based on Angel’s estimate, if he could reach the level of a formal wizard, perhaps he could calmly accept this new bloodline. But currently, he still has a way to go before reaching that stature.
Therefore, with this drop of blood that had not even dissolved a tenth, Angel felt his physical body on the verge of giving up.
Perhaps the next second would see his physical form utterly collapsing.
If Angel could show an expression at this moment, it would undoubtedly be a face filled with bitter helplessness.
It seemed, this time, he was truly trapped with no escape. Amidst excruciating pain, this thought flashed through Angel’s mind. However, what provided him some comfort was that he had a vague memory. He knew that the Flameless Lord no longer posed a threat to him — at least, when he had thrown all his efforts into ‘overturning the table,’ he had indeed succeeded in the end.
Though the final outcome was still inescapable death, it was much better than being killed by a Demon God, unable to even save his soul.
Moreover, in the Wizarding World, cases of death due to bloodline fusion were aplenty. His own demise, in this manner, didn’t seem too terrible after all.
Just as Angel thought of this, a gentle energy suddenly began repairing his nearly collapsed body.
He was taken aback. This energy, mending his body, was precisely the enormous power it had infused into his body earlier!
The repair of his hand and internal organs had not consumed much energy. The remaining energy had originally stayed quietly within him. But now, due to his body’s imminent collapse… or rather, the onset of its collapse, these energies reactivated and began to self-repair his collapsing body.