Chapter 1212 Laudsourcian Altar <TOC> Chapter 1214 Call from Afar
Translator: SumTLMan
“You are not the last of the Laudsourcians.”
This statement echoed in Popoca’s ears. He remained stunned for quite a while before he fully comprehended the implications of what Angel was implying.
“Are there other Laudsourcians still alive, other than myself?” Popoca’s lips trembled as he asked with a fervor in his voice.
“Do you know that ‘Measures the Stars’ Lady Maya, has recently accepted a new apprentice?” Angel replied with another question.
Popoca pondered for a moment before responding, “I remember something to that effect. In fact, Lady Maya even took this new disciple to Crown Star Church for advanced study. His name struck me as peculiar, as it greatly resembled the naming style of our clan. That’s why I remember it… His name should be Totoro.”
Once Popoca had finished, he suddenly realized, “The Laudsourcian you mentioned, is it Totoro?”
Angel merely responded with a mysterious smile, but Popoca felt that it was highly plausible.
Lady Maya was a prophecy witch, and thus her disciples would naturally possess prophecy talents. She had even secured a place for Totoro at Crown Star Church for further studies. It’s noteworthy that one of Maya’s other students, White Bear, had been a part of her lineage for many years yet never had such an opportunity.
This clearly reflected the strength of Totoro’s prophecy talents.
The Laudsourcians were coveted by wizards due to their prophecy abilities.
Taking into account his naming style… Although it can’t be considered concrete evidence, it did reinforce Popoca’s belief in his conjecture.
“Totoro’s Laudsourcian heritage has been confirmed by Tree Spirit himself. Moreover, he has already embarked on the path of a wizard. Eventually, he will become a formal wizard, and at that time, I will pass the Source Fire to him, entrust him with rekindling the Ancestral Laudsourcian Altar… Hence, you should stop contemplating self-sacrifice. With the few years you have left, think about what you would say when you meet Sparrow Blossom.”
Angel’s words brought a glimmer of hope to the despair that had befallen Popoca.
As it turned out, he wasn’t alone in this world.
There were other Laudsourcians, alive somewhere in the world.
Popoca suddenly let out a loud, hearty laugh that cut through the rain, catching the surprised attention of Greaves from afar.
Angel quietly watched him, the heavy rain pouring down. Popoca appeared to be laughing, but under the veil of the rain, it seemed more like crying.
Angel understood the feeling of “I am not alone,” similar to a solitary star in the dark cosmos discovering that in the distant starry sky, billions of light-years away, there was another star silently resonating with it.
Popoca laughed, or perhaps cried, for a long time.
Finally, his voice gradually subsided, falling into silence.
After his emotional upheaval, Popoca sank into a state of introspection.
Should Totoro indeed be of Laudsourcian heritage, there would be no need for concern. Moreover, during his time in the Savage Grottoes, he had heard that Totoro was introduced by Angel, signifying a deep connection between the two.
There wasn’t an inkling of doubt in his mind that Angel would hand over the Source Fire to Totoro.
Yet, within the heart of Popoca, alongside the elation, lay a thread of inexplicable sorrow and loss. He had risked his life seeking opportunity, but the one who finally ignited the Ancestral Altar was not him, causing a faint sense of melancholy.
Despite the feeling of loss, Popoca was clear — this was likely the best choice at present.
He could survive a bit longer to see his sister with his own eyes; the Ancestral Altar of Source Fire would no longer lay fallow.
Contemplating these thoughts, Popoca nodded to Angel, saying, “Thank you…”
To Popoca’s gratitude, Angel neither accepted nor refused, just quietly muttered to himself: “I’m doing this for myself too.”
…
The oppression of the Will of the Abyss did not last long.
Quickly, the Will of the Abyss lurked in the void outside this continent, quietly waiting for the continent to slowly recover itself from the state of collapse.
Meanwhile, Greaves and Popoca finally had the capacity to move.
The moment Greaves regained movement, he glanced at Angel heading towards the other side, a dark light flashed in his eyes. He quietly summoned his inner power of fire and, without hesitation, charged towards Popoca.
Transforming into a fireball in mid-air, his energy kept accumulating and rising.
Even if he couldn’t kill Popoca with a single blow, Greaves was determined to teach him a lesson!
Just as his attack was about to reach Popoca, the sparks suddenly scattered.
Greaves was taken aback, only to see a green light flash before his eyes. Looking closely, he saw the shop owner who was previously tens of meters away, had somehow appeared in front of him.
His full-blown attack was blocked by the outstretched right hand of the shop owner.
The hand, marked with green runes, extinguished all the flames within them, finally revealing the shop owner’s spotless arm.
At this point, Greaves felt a cold gaze upon him.
He looked up to see the shop owner’s previously loose hair stirred by the wind, his normally indifferent eyes now filled with displeasure, staring at him.
The gaze seemed to pierce his soul, an icy sensation surging up from his spine.
Feeling a sudden palpitation, the strength in Greaves’ hand diminished.
In the blink of an eye, Greaves was launched by a colossal force, his body in freefall for a few fleeting seconds before regaining control and landing a distance of about ten meters away.
Greaves bowed his head, his shoulders subtly shaking, afraid to meet the gaze of the shop owner. Consequently, he missed the fleeting surprise that flashed across Angel’s eyes.
When Angel saw Greaves attacking Popoca, he didn’t think twice but impulsively ran over to intervene.
Only when he managed to block Greaves’ attack did he realize that according to their power hierarchy, he, still an apprentice who had not yet broken through the Great Barrier, was up against a demon. Though Greaves was but a lesser demon, he was a noble among demons and, even in his juvenile form, his power had reached the level of a formal wizard.
Yet, he had been able to block Greaves’ attack, using nothing but his physical strength.
Moreover, Angel’s reflexes surpassed his expectations. His response rate had increased by at least double!
This meant that when faced with an enemy’s onslaught, he could react even quicker.
And this was merely the initial result of enhancing his physical strength. If he were to undergo systematic training in the future, he couldn’t even begin to fathom how powerful his physical strength could become.
The astonishment in Angel’s heart was momentary. When he noticed Greaves’ trembling shoulders, his right eye squinted… just then, he felt something strange about it.
Could his right eye be the source of Greaves’ fear? It seemed that not only had his physical strength improved, but there were also mysteries surrounding the changes in his right eye.
Angel didn’t dwell on this for the moment, instead, he brushed back his hair to conceal his right eye.
“He cannot die now,” Angel said quietly. He understood Greaves’ hatred towards Popoca, and he himself was dissatisfied with Popoca’s actions. However, he couldn’t let Popoca’s soul be controlled by the Profound Lord now.
“No matter the grievances, I hope we do not resolve them now,” Angel paused before continuing, “The anomalies in this continent have surely caught the attention of others. We need to leave here as soon as possible. The rest can wait.”
Angel’s words gradually eased Greaves’ trembling.
“I didn’t intend to kill him, just wanted to teach him a lesson,” Greaves responded in a low voice without raising his head, “Alright, I understand.”
Greaves instinctively took Angel’s words as an order, conveniently dismissing the question that had previously occurred to him: How could Angel, with his current strength, possibly block his attack?
Olucia, however, noticed this detail. But being sealed by the Source Fire, projecting her voice would drain her spiritual power. After all, it wasn’t a significant issue; Angel had many secrets, and Olucia didn’t bother to remind Greaves. Besides, deep down, Olucia was somewhat wary of Angel too.
Having received Greaves’ agreement, Angel breathed a sigh of relief. He did not want any further complications at this point.
Popoca had gradually risen to his feet, his form now somewhat human compared to his prior grotesque distortions. His eyes had lost their confusion, replaced with clarity.
However, his twisted body remained as warped as before, belying no traces of the sunny and handsome demeanor that had once graced his person.
As Popoca was stark naked, Angel casually tossed him a black cloak. Popoca thanked Angel and draped the cloak around his form after catching it.
Cloaked as such, his appearance seemed relatively more normal. Furthermore, the cloak was inscribed with cleansing runes that could dispel the foul stench emanating from Popoca.
After donning the cloak, Popoca stationed himself behind Angel.
“Angel, why are you still carrying that?” Popoca asked, his gaze piercing through his cloak to focus on Angel’s hand.
In Angel’s grasp was an exquisite sculpture, the relic of the Cruel Scholar.
Previously, Angel’s retrieval of this sculpture had given Greaves the impression of a potential opportunity, thus prompting his attack on Popoca.
“It’s a commitment, I have no choice,” Angel sighed, stowing the sculpture away. It was adorned with green runes, rendering it undetectable to the Cruel Scholar, “Let’s not talk about unimportant matters. The most pressing issue now is our escape.”
The moment the Will of the Abyss outside withdrew, hordes of powerful entities would undoubtedly swarm in, leaving them no opportunity to retreat.
Angel turned to Popoca, “You led us here, you must know where we are, right?”
Not just Angel, but Greaves too looked towards Popoca.
With a bitter smile and shake of his head, Popoca responded, “I don’t know either. Catastrophes were prevalent in the void then, and I could only blindly wander according to the coordinates given by the Profound Lord. I’m not familiar with this place either. When I constructed the altar, my intention, apart from wanting to offer Olucia as a sacrifice, was to glean information about this place from the Profound Lord.”
There was no reason for Popoca to lie at this juncture; he genuinely didn’t know.
With this clue extinguished, Angel could only turn his attention to Greaves.
Still fuming at the mention of “sacrificing Olucia,” Greaves, belatedly realizing Angel’s gaze upon him, finally responded, “I’ll ask Lady Olucia; she should know.”
Chapter 1212 Laudsourcian Altar <TOC> Chapter 1214 Call from Afar