Chapter 1452 Truth and Deception Repercussions <TOC> Chapter 1454 The Center of the Sacred Mountain
Translator: SumTLMan
In the Black Forest, Angel’s figure flashed, disappearing from one end of the castle and appearing on the other side of the valley.
Without being gathered by Mandara, wandering ghosts were now everywhere in the Black Forest. These ghosts no longer restrained their desires to kill humans. As Angel passed them, they swarmed behind him like bees drawn to a sweet scent.
In just a few minutes, hundreds of these ghosts were eradicated by Angel using the Prelude of Reincarnation.
About two hours later, Angel looked at the bright white light emanating from the barrel of his revolver and took a deep sigh of relief.
Six white light bullets were successfully gathered once again.
After collecting the white light bullets, Angel opened a large gateway to the Soul Domain from a dark corner of the Black Forest.
It was time to meet Isabelle.
As soon as Angel appeared in the Soul Domain, he was surrounded by the echoing voices of the surrounding witches. News of Angel’s promotion had already spread in the Soul Domain, attracting the attention of many witches.
What somewhat relieved Angel was that while these witches had their eyes on him, no one approached him due to the realm hierarchy, allowing him to feel relatively at ease.
At a crossroads, Angel saw a blonde woman hurrying back from a teleportation node.
“Natasha,” Angel called out her name softly.
Natasha paused, looked in Angel’s direction, her eyes shifting from a daze to surprise, “Sir Pat… Ah, Wizard Pat.”
Feeling a bit awkward, Natasha lowered her head, not daring to meet Angel’s gaze.
Angel raised an eyebrow; it was the first time he had seen the half-mechanical Natasha show a hint of nervousness. Angel retracted his presence slightly, his voice softening, “It’s good that you’re here. I had an appointment with Lady Isabelle. She asked me to see her once I was settled. However, I don’t know where she is now. Can you take me to her?”
Catching the envious glances from the surrounding witches, Natasha hesitated for a moment before nodding, “Alright, follow me.”
As they walked in a different direction, Angel gathered some information from Natasha about Isabelle’s whereabouts.
Surprisingly, Isabelle was not in the Soul Domain or even within the confines of Black Castle.
Her location was familiar to Angel. She was in the Living Soul Garden.
“Occasionally, Lady Isabelle would come to the surface to check on the reconstruction progress. Otherwise, she spends her time in the Living Soul Garden,” Natasha explained as they approached a teleportation node.
Exiting the node, they found themselves at the foot of a mountain in the Black Forest. Natasha led Angel to a teleportation formation, which, coincidentally, was the same one Angel and Shadow had used to sneak into Black Castle years ago.
“I can only bring you this far. Without permission, we can’t step into the Living Soul Garden. But since you have an appointment with Lady Isabelle, she will sense your presence once you’re there.”
Angel nodded in understanding, thanking Natasha before stepping onto the teleportation formation.
Watching Angel’s fading silhouette, Natasha let out a soft sigh. Touching her half-mechanical body, which felt cold, she remained silent for a long while before turning around and walking away with a heavy heart.
Angel appeared on the altar of Ciporak.
Usually, only a few flying pig knights patrolled here, but when Angel appeared, a group of them immediately surrounded him. Looking at these flying pig knights, who were actually smaller than the size of a palm, a hint of nostalgia flashed in Angel’s eyes.
He had led a group of Kulakuka tribespeople away, and although some of them had young flying piglets with them, there hadn’t been any flying pig knights among them until now.
Seeing these flying pig knights swirling around him, Angel inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.
“Not a Lady Witch, not from the Holy Castle? Who are you?” The flying pig knight at the front, a small figure in silver armor, questioned Angel.
Instead of answering, Angel looked around, his gaze landing on the distant, shrunken city of Ciporak, feeling an inexplicable warmth and familiarity. Of course, this did not include the large formation below Ciporak that produced Soul Beads.
Seeing Angel’s silence, the flying pig knight seemed a bit angered. At that moment, another knight riding a red pig spoke with a hint of confusion, “Captain Lamp, doesn’t he look familiar?”
If it were just one person saying this, it might be dismissed, but several flying pig knights all wore puzzled expressions, “It feels like we’ve seen him somewhere before?”
Lamp, the captain of the flying pig knight patrol team, also seriously examined the newcomer’s face.
They lived in the Living Soul Garden and knew very well that the Holy Castle was full of witches; there couldn’t be any men. So why did his subordinates say he looked familiar?
After observing for a moment, doubt also clouded Captain Lamp’s face.
Even by the Kulakuka tribe’s standards of beauty, this newcomer was exceptionally handsome. His golden hair shone like sunlight, and his clear blue eyes matched the color of the clear sky, pure and beautiful.
With such an image, the soft light seemed to recall having seen it somewhere before.
Where had he seen it?
As he pondered, Angel whispered, “Do you know where the High Priest is now?”
The High Priest? Upon hearing Angel’s voice, memories flooded back… He suddenly realized why Angel seemed familiar — he had seen Angel’s portrait in the High Priest’s temple!
According to the High Priest, this man was… the hope of the Kulakuka tribe!
The initial anger on the soft light’s face instantly faded, “My lord, could it be Sir Pat?”
Angel nodded. On the rare occasion he visited the Living Soul Garden, he hoped to see his old acquaintance.
“The High Priest is in the Sacred Mountain Temple and hasn’t left for a long time. We are forbidden to go to the Sacred Mountain, so we can’t guide you there,” the soft light said, his tone becoming much more respectful after recognizing Angel’s identity. The surrounding flying pig knights also paid their respects to Angel.
Angel listened and nodded.
He looked towards a tall mountain in the distance. To Angel, this mountain wasn’t very tall, just a normal hillock. But for the Kulakuka tribe, this was the insurmountable Sacred Mountain.
At the top of the mountain, there was a structure that shimmered golden with the rising and setting of the sun.
That was the Sacred Mountain Temple.
Angel gazed at the Sacred Mountain, deep in thought. As soon as he entered the Living Soul Garden, his attention was drawn to the Sacred Mountain. The core law of the Living Soul Garden was there, sending out strange fluctuations throughout the garden.
“Perhaps I should escort you to the Centennial Hall to rest first, and then inform the priest to head to the Sacred Mountain Temple to notify the High Priest of your arrival,” Lamp suggested.
Angel shook his head, pausing for a moment before saying, “No need, I’ll go by myself.”
As Angel finished speaking, the distant Sacred Mountain shrouded in mist began to emit beams of light. These beams pierced through the spatial barriers, traveling directly from the distance to the altar where Angel stood.
Upon witnessing this, everyone from Ciporak knelt down, murmuring the name of the Sacred Mountain in reverence.
Even Lamp was taken aback by this spectacle.
When the light descended upon the altar, a luminous path appeared before Angel. This radiant path, winding and intricate, led directly to the Sacred Mountain… However, the path did not end at the temple atop the mountain but rather at the mountain’s rear.
As the path of light appeared, the flying pig knights exchanged puzzled glances, having never witnessed such a phenomenon before. They could only watch helplessly as Angel stepped onto the path, his towering figure gradually enveloped in the radiant glow.
By the time Lamp rubbed his eyes and regained his composure, he realized that Angel had already vanished from sight.
Chapter 1452 Truth and Deception Repercussions <TOC> Chapter 1454 The Center of the Sacred Mountain