Chapter 1789 Arrow <TOC> Chapter 1791 Energy Equilibrium
Translator: SumTLMan
Although Sanders’s blockade was the most judicious strategy, without gaining access, it was hard to discern Rosen’s current situation.
Angel pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze to Melanctha, who was being supported by Gloria.
A surge of Nightmare aura escaped from Angel’s fingertip, directly touching Melanctha’s forehead.
Initially ensnared by chaos and fear, Melanctha’s eyes seemed to clear up slightly after Angel’s illusionary stimulation. However, her eyelids gradually drooped, indicating her thoughts were also becoming progressively hazy.
Taking advantage of her lingering lucidity, Angel quickly inquired, “Is Lord Rosen inside?”
Melanctha responded in a daze, “Yes.”
“How is he now? Is he… still alive?” Angel pressed further.
Memories resurfaced in Melanctha’s mind. She had stood opposite Rosen, both of them observing a peculiar darkness on the screen. They even discussed the abrupt appearance of a void rift.
But in the next instant, an endless light rushed into the hall they were in.
After that, all Melanctha saw was an arrow piercing Rosen’s heart… a radiant glow followed by a massive explosion.
Because of the Nightmare aura, Melanctha’s emotions were momentarily suppressed. She was blankly responding to Angel’s queries, without any independent thought. Nevertheless, a glimmer of tears began to accumulate in her eyes.
Silently, two streams of tears trickled down.
“Is he still alive?” Angel asked again, manipulating the Nightmare aura lingering in Melanctha’s forehead.
With the spread of the Nightmare aura, Melanctha finally spoke again, blankly stating, “I don’t know, I only saw his lips, they seemed to move.”
Upon hearing this, Angel promptly snapped his fingers. A profound nightmare illusion permeated Melanctha’s surface consciousness. All Melanctha perceived was a fleeting flash of white light, after which her awareness submerged into a sweet, pitch-black dreamscape.
Melanctha lost consciousness, and Gloria caught her in her arms.
Angel then turned to Sanders, murmuring, “I need to go in and take a look.”
Without offering an explanation, and this time Sanders didn’t object but merely nodded in agreement. Angel was well aware of what he was doing. While Sanders could advise, he wouldn’t and couldn’t interfere with Angel’s decisions.
Without any further hesitation, Angel spun around and entered a brightly illuminated metallic hall.
Angel’s intent was clear; he had to ascertain Rosen’s condition. After all, the ordeal they faced might very well be orchestrated by the followers of the Bud. The predicament that befell Rosen was deeply intertwined with Angel’s actions.
Even if expelling the followers of the Bud was Rosen’s own wish, should any misfortune befall Rosen as a consequence, Angel would feel profoundly guilty.
It was precisely because of this sentiment that Angel wanted to venture inside and assess Rosen’s precise situation. If there were any chance of saving Rosen, he would spare no effort to avert tragedies borne out of oversight.
However, it must be said that Angel wasn’t recklessly impulsive.
When he had inquired Melanctha about the issue earlier, he could deduce that she had come from the metallic hall. Given this, it indicated that the luminescence pervading the hall was — at least for a short duration — harmless.
With that understanding, Angel chose to proceed inside.
As the dazzling beams of light enveloped Angel, forming a shimmering sea of luminance around him, a hint of contemplation flickered in his eyes. These beams, as he anticipated, indeed did no harm to him.
Yet, he felt an uncannily familiar aura emanating from the luminescence.
Suppressing his innate curiosity to investigate further, Angel’s priority remained Rosen’s wellbeing. Guided by the layout in his memory, he hastened toward the center of the metallic hall.
In ordinary times, Rosen would likely be nearby, either engrossed in his research at the workstation or intently observing the myriad lives displayed on the monitor.
Soon after, Angel spotted the vague outline of the experiment table.
It seemed that the experiment table was stacked with numerous files and documents, and something else was laid out on it.
Taking a few steps forward, Angel suddenly felt as if he had kicked something. When he bent down to identify the object, his face contorted in shock.
Without any hesitation, Angel hurriedly approached the experiment table.
As he laid eyes on the round object on the table that was still crackling with energy, Angel felt a chill run up his spine.
The item Angel had earlier picked up from the ground silently fell to the floor. It was a severed arm.
And right before Angel, on the experiment table… lay a human Head.
It was Rosen’s head.
His eyes were tightly shut, giving him a serene appearance, while his hair stood on end, as if electrified, causing the surrounding air to crackle.
“Is Rosen dead?” Angel stared at the head, the question echoing repeatedly in his mind.
He was too late… Was it indeed the work of that arrow?
Angel stood dumbfounded. While he might not be on the verge of an emotional breakdown like Melanctha, he still felt a heavy weight on his heart. A sense of inexplicable sorrow filled him, as after all, he felt partially responsible for Rosen’s death.
With a heavy sigh, Angel grieved for Rosen’s demise.
However, to his surprise, as Angel sighed, the ears of the head on the experiment table twitched. Then, the previously shut eyes of the severed head abruptly snapped open.
“It’s Melan… So, it’s the Super Dimensional Wizard,” a cool voice whispered into Angel’s ear.
Angel snapped back to his senses, his gaze settling on Rosen, or more precisely, on Rosen’s head.
“You’re still alive?” There was a hint of joy in Angel’s voice.
“If it were thirty seconds later, I would’ve been unable to isolate my mechanical energy from the external world. Due to the energy drain, it would result in the death of my brain,” Rosen responded. Even in such a dire situation, his tone remained as cold as a metallic puppet.
Without questioning the reason, Angel directly asked, “What should I do?”
“Use a defensive spell that isolates energy, and form a membrane around my head,” Rosen’s voice grew weaker with each word, indicating that even speaking consumed his energy.
Without hesitation, Angel did as instructed, forming a protective membrane around Rosen’s head. As the membrane took form, the electric sparks in Rosen’s hair no longer interacted with the outside world, and his energy was re-established.
Rosen said, “If you have the time, could you draw an energy-balancing rune for me? I need to protect my head.”
Angel nodded, “Of course, but first, let’s get out of here.”
Angel was concerned that the light in the vicinity might continue to harm Rosen.
Rosen simply replied, “Alright.”
“Do you need me to find another body for you?” Angel inquired.
Rosen replied calmly, “No need. It was completely destroyed by an arrow. However, most of my body is mechanically made. Muse can replace it for me in the future.”
Angel nodded, reflecting on the fact that Rosen, having transformed most of his body into machinery, probably owed his survival to such modifications.