Chapter 1222 Vaudeurs <TOC> Chapter 1224 Migrate
Translator: SumTLMan
In the dimly lit chamber, the only sources of light were a flickering wall-mounted torch and an empty stone bed.
Over the years, all the wooden items in the fortress, be it furniture or architecture, had decayed. When Angel arrived earlier, he had cleared out these rotting items.
Sitting on the stone bed, Angel quietly felt the power in his right eye.
Ever since his right eye had fused, he had not had the opportunity to study it. Now, he finally had some spare time to sense the changes in his right eye.
The newly acquired green runes in his eye, Angel didn’t bother with. Studying these would require a significant amount of time, his main focus was still on the essence of his right eye.
He could now coax out the green runes within his eye with ease, but he was yet to comprehend the operation of his right eye, so Angel had never truly activated it.
What changes would occur after activating his right eye?
Angel extended his hand and pointed at the empty space in front of him. Ripples in the air culminated into a mirror, resembling the sheen of mercury. The mirror was clear, reflecting Angel’s face with utmost clarity.
After the strengthening of his physical body, his stature remained unchanged. The frail academic look he had before, however, had faded significantly. In its place was a vibrant aura radiating from within, akin to a cheetah ready to pounce, looking slender and elegant, but capable of exerting immense power at any given moment.
His features remained unchanged, though his skin had shifted from a pale complexion to a healthier glow.
His golden hair was slightly longer, and due to its soft texture, it fell across his face, especially the bangs that Angel had deliberately let fall to cover his right eye.
Sweeping his bangs aside, Angel observed his right eye.
Previously, when he had used his mental tendril to examine his right eye, he didn’t notice any changes. Now, viewing it through a water mirror spell, his observations with the naked eye yielded the same result.
His left and right eyes showed almost no difference, except on a close inspection, one could notice a faint green light glowing in his right eye. Upon closer scrutiny, this green light was a series of green runes, smaller than dust particles, spinning around his eyeball.
These green runes were, undoubtedly, the ones he had acquired after the fusion of his right eye.
Could it be that the fusion of the right eye resulted in nothing but the green runes? A glance at his right hand, which had grown slightly larger than the left, led Angel to believe there was more than met the eye.
Perhaps, he thought, only by fully Activating the Right Eye could he discover its true potential.
Moreover, Angel had lingering uncertainty concerning his right eye. Throughout their journey, whether it was Greaves or Popoca, anyone who locked gazes with his right eye would act strangely, as if fearing something. Even when he veiled his right eye with his bangs, they still dared not meet his gaze.
This was something he needed to investigate.
Before that, Angel prepared to activate his right eye to examine the precise situation.
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Popoca was fondly rubbing the heart-shaped pendant in his hand. Over and over, he would open its secret compartment, even though the silk painting inside was no longer present.
Remembering his sister, Popoca’s desiccated face would intermittently reveal expressions of nostalgia, joy, sorrow, and even anger.
What pleased him was the opportunity to see his sister again once he left the Abyss.
His anger stemmed from the fact that not long after his sister was taken by the robed figures, she had died, leaving only a faint soul behind, which sent him into fits of rage.
“If only I had more power, more strength…” Popoca’s voice shifted from being suppressed to a tone of desolation.
The air suddenly fell silent.
After a while, Popoca heaved a long sigh and put away the heart-shaped pendant.
Popoca did not light the wall lamps in the room. He sat alone in the darkness for a long while before finally standing up, reining in his emotions and leaving the room.
In the stone hall, Greaves was still laying on the desk, hugging Olucia’s soul like a cherished possession. Upon seeing Popoca emerge from the room, Greaves snorted coldly, a flicker of resentment flashing in his eyes.
Greaves had initially intended to intimidate Popoca with his aura, but just as this thought arose, the image of the shop owner appeared in his mind. He seemed to see the cold indifference and displeasure flashing in the shop owner’s eyes, and this idea was immediately suppressed.
In the end, Greaves merely grunted and turned his head, treating Popoca as if he was nonexistent.
Popoca did not provoke Greaves either. Instead, he went straight to Angel’s room. The door was made of bone and was slightly ajar due to the absence of a lock.
Popoca reached out to knock, but as he did, his gaze happened to pass through the gap in the door.
That single glance left Popoca dumbfounded.
Angel sat upright on the bed, his eyes closed. Yet, his right eye underwent an uncanny transformation.
A mask engraved with bizarre runes was rapidly fading, almost as if it was becoming a liquid substance, merging into Angel’s right eye.
However, the factor that stunned Popoca was not merely this. As the mask completely vanished from Angel’s right eye, a peculiar aura began to emanate from him.
This aura seemed similar to an illusion spell, yet slightly different. It bore some resemblance to the aura of a nightmare stone.
As Popoca wondered, a vague silhouette gradually materialized behind Angel. Popoca’s pupils constricted, a hint of terror flashing in his eyes. Despite the figure’s nebulous contours, after experiencing the sequence of events prior, how could Popoca not recognize that this was the unfathomable entity?
The entity who had shattered the True Spirit of the Demon God with a single blow!
“How could this be? How could he have appeared again?” Startled, Popoca unconsciously took a step back. This small movement, producing a faint sound, was instantly noticed by the others in the room.
Angel’s tightly shut eyes suddenly snapped open, his right eye’s glow brilliant to the extreme!
Simultaneously, an invisible wave of energy radiated from Angel, rapidly extending from the stone chamber into the exterior, only slowly dissipating several hundred meters away.
Struck by this invisible wave, Popoca found his knees giving way, collapsing onto the ground. A horrifying pressure forced him to shiver uncontrollably.
Outside, Greaves involuntarily tightened into a ball, his eyes filled with shock.
Even the wandering ghosts outside the prayer chapel, struck by the wave, began to disintegrate!
For a moment, the formidable influence subdued half of Cold Ancient City!
Even Vaudeurs, outside the city, could feel this unsettling fluctuation.
Perhaps Vaudeurs wouldn’t be significantly affected by the invisible wave, but the oppressive feeling immediately reminded him of the recent “miracle” of the True Spirit of the Demon God being slain.
Vaudeurs looked through the void of darkness towards the city.
After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, lowering his head in silence. However, his subtle movement of stroking his bone staff revealed that his inner state was far from as calm as he portrayed.
Popoca, the trigger of this disturbance, was hit the hardest. He felt as if he was being oppressed by a mountain. Not just his physical body, but his soul and consciousness, too, were immobilized.
In almost an instant, Popoca felt that his body, which he had just painstakingly recovered, was on the verge of breaking down again.
Fortunately, this oppressive feeling didn’t last long and soon dissipated.
However, even after the aftermath, Popoca didn’t feel relieved. Instead, he remained sprawled on the ground, panting heavily. It took a while for him to somewhat regain his composure.
“How are you outside?”
He lifted his head, only to see Angel leaning against the door, looking at him with questioning eyes.
After a while, inside Angel’s room.
Popoca was slumped against the wall, while Angel stood by the window, asking, “Are you saying that you saw that one’s silhouette behind me earlier?”
Popoca nodded, his breath still ragged from exertion: “When you opened your eyes, the phantom behind you, its eyes too, radiated an intense light.”
Popoca’s words knit Angel’s brows in consternation.
According to Popoca, he came looking for Angel to discuss matters about Vaudeurs, only to inadvertently glimpse a mask integrating into Angel’s right eye through the crack of the door. This was followed by the appearance of a phantom, which gave him a fright and led to a sequence of ensuing events.
Popoca didn’t lie, but some elements in his account stirred a wave of confusion within Angel.
The mask, however, was indeed real.
This was the first manifestation of an anomalous vision in Angel’s bloodline since he had infused it.
After a wizard integrates a bloodline, certain anomalies are bound to occur. For instance, morphological changes, bloodline talents, or even powerful forces originating from the bloodline itself. Despite Angel having undergone Projection Bloodline fusion thrice, this was his first encounter with such a phenomenon.
The mask-like form materialized when Angel activated his right eye with ‘magic power’. Its specific effects are yet to be thoroughly explored.
What Popoca must have witnessed was Angel retracting the mask.
After retracting the mask, Angel conducted a second experiment, activating his right eye this time with ‘nightmare power’.
Upon activation, Angel didn’t notice any immediate sensation. He even suspected for a moment that his attempt had failed.
However, he then heard a noise outside his door and opened his eyes to look.
At that moment, his body’s abundant reserves of nightmare aura were abruptly drained — all depleted in an instant!
It’s important to note that Angel’s right hand was continually producing nightmare aura, accumulating substantial amounts of it. Yet, it vanished in a blink.
What followed was the scenario described by Popoca——
“A very vague phantom, so blurry that you couldn’t make out its outline, stood behind you. As you opened your eyes, the eyes of the phantom emitted an incredibly bright light.”
“That moment, the only thing remaining in my mind was that single eye.”
“My entire body felt so oppressed that I couldn’t move, even my soul shrank back in fear.”
Reflecting on Popoca’s account made Angel feel quite peculiar. If it were simply a bloodline talent that consumed nightmare aura, Angel wouldn’t be so perturbed.
However, the emergence of that shadowy figure behind him filled Angel with a sense of unease.
It was as if someone was tailing him like a shadow, yet he remained oblivious to their presence.