Chapter 1900 Getting a Bargain <TOC> Chapter 1902 Moment of Collapse
Translator: SumTLMan
“As for the second matter mentioned by Lord Rhine, it concerns the current situation of the ruins,” said Sanders. “The eruption of the Live Wire is still ongoing, but there’s already a solution to the Live Wire infection. So, overall, the ruins are becoming stable, including being able to predict the timing of the Live Wire eruptions.”
“Does Lord Rhine mean that I can go and uncover the mysteries of the Nightmare Plane creatures?” asked Angel.
Sanders replied, “Yes, but he also said there’s no rush. It’s better to wait for the results of the Star Observing Day and then explore.”
Angel nodded in understanding. Last time, Lord Rhine had mentioned that during this Star Observing Day, the ‘Sea God’ from Song of the Deep Sea, Florence, would send someone to prophecy about the situation in the ruins. If a conclusion can be drawn from the prophecy, coupled with Angel’s interpretation of the Nightmare Plane creatures’ language, the situation in the ruins would become much clearer.
Angel guessed that this was one of the reasons why Lord Rhine was in a hurry to borrow the mini signal tower, given its relevance to the ruins.
“I understand, and I’m also curious about what those Nightmare Plane creatures really intend to do. After Star Observing Day, I’ll go and have a look,” Angel affirmed with a nod.
Sanders didn’t continue on this topic, knowing that when Angel went to the ruins, he would certainly accompany him. Sanders wouldn’t miss any information related to the Nightmare Plane.
As they were discussing, a burst of daylight brilliance suddenly flickered in front of them. Looking directly at it, they vaguely saw what seemed to be an exit to the outside world.
However, seeing this white light, Angel didn’t show any sign of relief but became even more cautious.
During their journey, they had already encountered the white light flashing three times. At first, Angel thought they had reached the exit, only to realize upon approaching that it was no exit at all, but rather a terrifying void beast using the white light as bait, with Angel being the unwitting fish.
Fortuitously, Angel, the “fish”, was strong enough to either fight or flee, ensuring his safety throughout.
Having been deceived before, Angel was now unlikely to act impulsively.
The void’s intense suppression of mental probing made it impossible for them to inspect the white light with mental power, so they had to approach cautiously.
When they were about two or three minutes away from the white light, Sanders’ mental tendrils finally reached it.
“It’s the exit,” Sanders confirmed, but his expression remained tense: “Typically, the exit of a planar passage, with its light and aura, tends to attract void creatures, so one must never let their guard down until they have truly stepped out.”
There had been instances where wizards were ambushed by void creatures at the exit. Though rare, these precedents warranted caution at critical moments.
Fortunately, when they emerged from the exit, no void creatures appeared.
As they set foot firmly on the ground again, a wave of heat engulfed them.
They found themselves in a vast yellow desert, the scorching sun above and the heat-absorbing sands creating an environment akin to a furnace.
Ordinary people might quickly dehydrate and perish here, but Sanders and Angel remained unaffected, without a single drop of sweat on their foreheads.
However, despite the desert’s environment not affecting them, Sanders frowned upon setting foot on it, his face expressing disgust.
“Is there something wrong with this desert?” Angel asked, noting Sanders’ expression.
Sanders shook his head: “The desert is fine, but the air in the Sin World carries the foul stench of the Extreme Sect, which is repulsive.”
The so-called stench in the air is not a real scent, but merely a mental repugnance towards the Extreme Sect. This isn’t just a sentiment held by Sanders; most wizards in the Southern Region, even if favored by the World Will, likely share this aversion.
Sanders flew high into the sky, surveyed his surroundings, and gazed at the fierce sun before slowly descending: “Unless there’s an unexpected turn, this should be the Chimera Continent.”
The Chimera Continent, at the southern end of the Sin World, is a land where over seventy percent is desert, renowned for its deserts. Consequently, the population here is sparse, with only a single nation present.
“The stronghold of the Extreme Sect is located near a kingdom called Bluescale Dragon at the extreme northern edge of the Sin World,” Sanders paused. “We’re far from their base here, so we can act without fear of discovery. Let’s choose this place.”
Angel nodded in agreement: “Then it’s settled.”
After deciding on this location as Popoca’s final resting place, Angel began surveying the area to ensure there were no threats. Then, he released Popoca from his bracelet.
Popoca, having not seen natural light for a long time, instinctively shielded his eyes from the intense sunlight.
Finally adjusting to the light, Popoca lowered his hand, revealing his face, as ugly as an alien’s.
“Lord.” Popoca greeted Angel and Sanders respectfully, then looked around at his surroundings, showing a look of realization: “Is it time already… Is this where I will be laid to rest?”
“Yes,” Angel nodded, informing Popoca about the boundaries and details of the area.
“So, I have no choice?” Popoca murmured quietly. But before Angel could respond, he smiled bitterly: “I would have liked to end my journey in the Fairytale World, my homeland, to have a beginning and an end… But this place is fine too.”
“In the Fairytale World, it might even bring trouble to my sister, so this is good, this is good.”
“In the desert, I should be overwhelmed quite soon, right? A gust of wind and sand will cover my ugly body underground, no need to face this world anymore, that’s good.”
Popoca kept talking to himself, occasionally recalling the past, occasionally sighing about the present, seemingly using this way to see off the last part of his journey.
Angel and Sanders stayed silent, just quietly watching by his side. Sanders’ expression didn’t even change; he had seen countless deaths and had caused just as many. Popoca’s death didn’t stir a ripple in his heart. If not for Popoca’s contract with a Demon God of the Abyss, Sanders wouldn’t have come to witness his death.
Angel’s expression was also very calm. True death might stir some emotions in Angel, but Popoca’s death was not the end. His spiritual light would eventually escape to the Wilderness of Dreams, and Sparrow Blossom had resolved to grow and train, to snatch back Popoca’s soul taken by the Demon God. Although Sparrow Blossom might not succeed in the end, someone cared for him, remembered him, and was willing to struggle for him. Moreover, his consciousness could still continue in another form. How could this be called death?
However, Popoca didn’t know all this, so his self-reflection was understandable.
Chapter 1900 Getting a Bargain <TOC> Chapter 1902 Moment of Collapse