Chapter 1225 Star Frost <TOC> Chapter 1227 Rumors
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Vaudeurs Lord appeared somewhat disheartened.
He understood the might of time better than anyone else. Despite his exceptional existence, his memory remained clear even for the details of the last sunset on the original Tan Continent ten thousand years ago.
However, all he could recall were images, the intense emotions of those moments had long been washed away by the river of time.
He was no exception, and it was even more so for ordinary mortals.
“They may have forgotten, but they can also be reminded,” Angel softly suggested at that moment.
“Let it be,” Vaudeurs sighed, “When he erected this statue, he merely hoped to offer the inhabitants of Cold Ancient Ruins a beacon of hope to endure the long darkness. That era has passed, whether they remember now or not is inconsequential. Let’s go, the gateway is right ahead of the statue.”
Vaudeurs stepped forward, positioning himself at the base of the statue.
His staff touched the dusty floor lightly, a gleam of light emitted, transforming into a white gateway on the ground.
The gateway was opened, revealing a passage leading to the basement.
Vaudeurs ventured into the passage first, and Angel, after giving the church statue one last profound look, followed him.
“From the tomb of bones in the depths of the Land of Darkness, there’s also a path to the basement,” Vaudeurs murmured about the basement’s layout, “However, it’s much more dangerous, as it is filled with ghosts unwilling to depart due to their lingering obsessions.”
When they reached the end of the spiral staircase, they arrived at the spacious basement.
However, when Angel and the others arrived in the basement, confusion was written all over their faces.
The basement was enveloped in a dense mist, making it impossible to discern the situation inside.
As they curiously peered into the depths, a thunderous noise echoed from within, accompanied by the sound of gusty winds. The fog began to swirl, growing from thin to thick, strands of mist, resembling silk threads, were blown towards the entrance of the basement.
The first thing everyone noticed was a pungent smell, seemingly brought by the wind. Followed by a chilling aura that made everyone’s hearts palpitate.
This aura conjured images of a melody of darkness and death.
And this aura was brought by the strands of mist.
At this moment, Vaudeurs took his staff, lightly turned it towards the direction of the basement, and a gust of terrifying wind, like a shockwave, directly penetrated into the basement.
Under the assault of the tempest, the hazy fog within the room was momentarily separated, unveiling the interior inside.
As the hurricane’s energy was too formidable, Angel subconsciously turned his head away, not looking back towards the basement until the roar of the wind had lessened.
Upon just one glance, Angel was left in dumbfounded silence.
The basement was vast, its interior space rivalling the grandeur of Watford’s Ocean Theatre. However, within such an enormous space, there was a tremendous figure that filled the room to its brim.
It was a massive black purgatory hound lying on the ground!
Each strand of its fur emanated black flames, with the fires distorting the surrounding space, creating a sight of horror. If one considered the whole scene, it was even more terrifying!
The Purgatory Hound’s skull lay on the ground, its eyes tightly shut, and a thunderous rumbling sound came from its nostrils, which were also emitting a gray mist continuously.
“This creature is Garm, also known as the Emissary of Death, a Purgatory Hound possessing the attributes of darkness and space,” Vaudeurs explained.
Vaudeurs turned back to find that apart from Angel, who still stood by his side, Greaves and Popoca had retreated a few steps. Even Angel, though seeming calm, had trembling lips.
Indeed, the Purgatory Hound Garm was too terrifying, not just its size but also its intimidating aura that sent tremors through them.
“Do not be afraid. Garm is still sleeping now. Even if it wakes up, as long as you have Kurland’s black feather, Garm will not attack you,” Vaudeurs reassured.
Upon hearing Vaudeurs’ words, Angel subconsciously tightened his grip on the black feather in hand.
After a good while, Greaves finally mustered up the courage to ask, “Vaudeurs… Vaudeurs Lorf, where is the passage you mentioned?”
“The passage lies beneath the sleeping Garm. It is a natural space rune that connects this continent to the surface Abyss. Garm chose this place to rest and recover from its wounds due to its spatial attribute and the close proximity to the Bone Burial Pit.”
Angel glanced at the floor of the basement and indeed saw some strange patterns. However, more than 80% of these runes were obscured by Garm, a testament to its colossal size.
“Then, when will it wake up?” Greaves, clutching his chest, asked. Each of Garm’s snores was accompanied by a thunderous roar, along with a substantial release of the aura of death. This had Greaves in great trepidation, his heart thumping.
“It will wake up soon,” Vaudeurs replied to Greaves and leisurely flew into the basement.
With a height of over two and a half meters, Vaudeurs still seemed like a tiny speck compared to Garm. Vaudeurs stood before Garm and lightly touched the ground with his scepter.
An invisible ripple-like shockwave spread from the point where the scepter touched the ground, proliferating outwards.
When the shockwave swept over Garm, its tightly shut eyes gradually opened… a sliver, the dark red glimmer fleetingly visible, and an intimidating aura once again overwhelmed the area, forcing Angel to retreat several steps.
However, Garm merely cracked one eye open before swiftly closing it again.
Just as they thought Garm might have fallen asleep again, a languid voice suddenly sounded: “Hey, old man, why aren’t you keeping watch outside? Why wake me up?”
The voice didn’t come from Garm’s mouth but from the top of its head.
A shadow descended from Garm’s crown, swiftly and flexibly alighting in front of Vaudeurs.
Only then did the onlookers perceive the shadowy speaker to be a miniature Purgatory Hound. It resembled a downsized version of Garm, albeit without the flaming aura. Its black fur had a natural fluffiness, and its crimson eyes were reminiscent of the highest-grade pigeon-blood rubies.
“I need to send a few people to the Moliere Land.”
The miniature Purgatory Hound turned its gaze towards the entrance. Its stare slowly swept over the crowd, sending chills down the spines of those who met its gaze. Finally, its focus landed on the black feather in Angel’s hand.
“Kurland actually gave his feather to a human.” The miniature Purgatory Hound murmured under its breath, then turned to Vaudeurs, “Who are they?”
Vaudeurs’ lips moved faintly as he seemed to explain something to it.
As Vaudeurs spoke, the miniature Purgatory Hound scrutinized Angel with skeptical eyes.
Angel couldn’t hear what they were saying. However, if it was just about identifying their roles, it shouldn’t take this long. They were likely discussing other topics.
“Did you catch it earlier? It said — wake up.” Popoca approached Angel and whispered in Universal Human Language.
Angel nodded, understanding Popoca’s implications.
Indeed, the term “wake up” indicated that Vaudeurs’ previous claim about waiting for Garm to awaken before they could leave was a fabrication.
Vaudeurs could “wake up” Garm, which meant he could rouse Garm from its deep slumber at any time.
This made Angel even more certain that if he didn’t agree to Vaudeurs’ demands, Vaudeurs would probably let Garm sleep until the end of time.
After a considerable duration, Vaudeurs finally concluded his conversation. Suddenly, the miniature Purgatory Hound transformed into a shadow and instantly appeared in front of Angel.
It scrutinized Angel curiously for a while before Angel heard it mutter: “Looks pretty weak… killed a True Spirit? How did he manage that…”
The miniature Purgatory Hound circled Angel once. Although it didn’t exude any threatening aura, Angel still felt a bone-chilling sensation.
After a while, without any warning, the miniature Purgatory Hound spewed a jet of black flame, hurtling towards Angel.
Angel was taken aback, ready to cast a defensive spell, but before he could act, the black fire twisted in a circle, burrowed into the black feather in his hand, and vanished.
The miniature Purgatory Hound transformed into a shadow and hopped back onto Garm’s skull.
“Okay, he’s about to leave, he can leave at any time. If he wants to return, as long as he brings Kurland’s feather to Moliere Land, I can sense it.” Having said this, the miniature Purgatory Hound yawned, and lazily told Vaudeurs, “I’m going to sleep, don’t disturb me in the future.”
After this, the miniature Purgatory Hound disappeared, and Garm, who was lying on the ground, started to snore loudly once again.
At this time, Vaudeurs walked out of the basement, “Garm has remembered your aura. You take the black feather and walk in, the spatial runes underground will take you to Moliere Land. In the future, if you want to come in, you can take out the black feather in Moliere Land, and Garm will sense you.”
Upon learning they could leave, joy appeared in the eyes of Greaves and Popoca.
Angel nodded to Vaudeurs, “Thank you.”
“I should be the one thanking you. If it wasn’t for the savior, I guess I would be down there with my old friends by now,” Vaudeurs said with a faint smile.
Angel glanced at Vaudeurs without further comment, but turned to nod to Greaves and Popoca, then took the lead towards the basement.
But just as he took a step, Vaudeurs suddenly said, “Almost forgot, there’s this.”
As Vaudeurs finished speaking, a faint glow bathed everyone.
The light fell on them and disappeared instantly.
“What is this?” Angel looked at where the glow had vanished, feeling nothing.
“There are quite a few eyes on the original Tan Continent from the outside world. This can temporarily conceal the aura of the original Tan Continent on you,” Vaudeurs explained.
Angel paused, Vaudeurs’s words reminded him, “If we just appear openly in Moliere Land, it will cause suspicion, won’t it?”
“Moliere Land is special, there are no eyes on it for the time being.” At this point, Vaudeurs suddenly looked up, as if looking at the distant void, after a while, Vaudeurs laughed, “But now, Moliere Land is quite lively.”