Chapter 2263 Poison Mist Enshrouded <TOC> Chapter 2265 Arch-Guarding Ceremony
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In the moment Angel stepped into the Lost Forest, a formidable pressure surged towards him like a tide.
Angel stood still for a moment, sensing: From a power level perspective, the pressure here had reached the standard of a formal wizard. However, this pressure was different from that of a wizard’s, as its destructive nature was relatively lower.
The so-called lower destructiveness does not mean it is non-destructive. It fundamentally differs from a wizard’s pressure, which is a method of shock, exerting force from the inside out, from the soul to the body. Without means of resistance, it wouldn’t take long under such pressure to suffer severe internal injuries.
But the pressure in the Lost Forest aims not to “shock” but to “expel.”
It is more like… a repulsion, aiming more to drive you out of the Lost Forest rather than to kill you.
This feeling is very distinct because the pressure increases continuously as you move forward; but if you retreat slightly, that pressure diminishes. It seems to encourage retreat rather than advance.
And when you reach the limit of pressure endurance, you will still suffer the intended harm, so it is not without destructive power. It’s just that compared to a wizard’s pressure, it is somewhat lacking in destructive force.
“Mr. Pat, perhaps we should think this through more carefully,” Dangros said.
Seeing Angel stop as soon as he entered the Lost Forest and not move for a long time, Dangros worried that Angel was struggling to move forward in the oppressive aura and was too embarrassed to retreat. Thus, he took the initiative to speak, attempting to offer Angel a way out.
Angel, unaware of Dangros’ assumptions but touched by his concern, reassured, “It’s okay, I’ll retreat if I can’t bear it.”
With that, Angel finally stepped forward. His pace was neither fast nor slow, appearing effortless, giving off a leisurely strolling vibe.
Seconds later, Angel’s figure vanished into the mist.
Lush Groot, seeing Dangros hanging from its branches with a worried look, couldn’t help saying, “Don’t worry, the pressure on the outskirts isn’t too strong. If he can’t bear it, retreating will alleviate it. There’s no need to worry too much.”
Dangros paused, seemingly realizing something, and retorted, “I wasn’t worried.”
After speaking, Dangros sneakily glanced at the Lost Forest to ensure Angel hadn’t heard him before he breathed a sigh of relief.
Lush Groot didn’t catch on to Dangros’ cold expression and warm concern and wondered, “I thought you and Mr. Pat had a good relationship? Did I misunderstand?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Dangros replied, “My relationship with Mr. Pat is, well, also… okay. But I prefer Lord Toby.”
“Lord Toby? You mean that bird?”
“Lord Toby is not just any bird. The bird is just a form it takes; its true identity is a descendant of our ancestor!” Dangros spoke with pride, as if basking in reflected glory.
“Oh?” Lush Groot, already curious about the bird that could follow Angel into the Lost Forest, became even more intrigued upon hearing Dangros’ words, “Do tell?”
As Dangros began to speak of Toby, his previously cold expression vanished, replaced by straightforward excitement: “Since Highness wishes to know, then alright…”
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While discussions unfolded outside the Lost Forest, Angel was unaware, continuing his leisurely walk through the mist-filled woods.
The outer pressure of the Lost Forest had virtually no effect on him. In fact, it was less troublesome than the pervasive poison mist.
At least against the poison mist, Angel had to preemptively cast a first level spell, “Expel Toxins,” but against this pressure, merely relying on his physical essence was enough to easily withstand it.
However, Angel did not take it lightly; he could clearly feel that as he delved deeper into the Lost Forest, the surrounding pressure became increasingly intense. He estimated that it wouldn’t be long before he reached the level of true knowledge.
Sure enough, about ten minutes into the forest, the pressure reached the standard of true knowledge.
Faced with this level of pressure, Angel became somewhat more solemn. Although it was not yet a problem for him, Angel was certain that he was still on the outskirts of the Lost Forest, far from reaching the peak of the forest’s pressure. If it continued to increase, he would not be able to handle it easily.
Moreover, Angel had been calculating the amplification curve silently through energy formulas all along.
As the answer was updated time and again, Angel’s estimate of the peak pressure in the center of the Lost Forest gradually increased. Correspondingly, Nemeti’s strength level also skyrocketed in Angel’s mind.
He had heard from Frost Iseth that Nemeti was the “Uncrowned Monarch.” At the time, he was somewhat skeptical, but if the calculation of the peak pressure was correct, then the title of the Uncrowned Monarch was indeed well-deserved.
Moreover, the scope might not be limited to the Green Forest Domain but the entire Tidal Realm… the Uncrowned Monarch.
When Angel entered the middle layer of the Lost Forest, this thought became even stronger.
At this point, the level of surrounding pressure had surpassed Wallace’s and was beginning to approach Sanders’ standard.
The pressure of a second level true knowledge wizard!
And at this time, he still hadn’t reached the depths of the Lost Forest, meaning the pressure had not yet reached its peak.
Angel had previously estimated that the strongest elemental creature in the Tidal Realm would probably reach the standard of a second level true knowledge wizard. But now, it seemed he might need to revise this thought.
Perhaps, the strongest in the Tidal Realm could reach the peak of second level true knowledge… or even higher.
And this strongest being, without a doubt, was Nemeti.
The true Uncrowned Monarch of the Tidal Realm.
Angel’s pace began to slow. While he was still in the outskirts, he even had the leisure to observe the scenery around him, but now, apart from moving forward, he was almost entirely maintaining a defensive barrier, focusing on resisting the external pressure, with no mind to observe his surroundings.
It was only when Toby suddenly chirped that Angel diverted a bit of his attention to survey the outside.
Angel looked around.
It was still a dense fog, and visibility was even lower than in the outskirts.
However, what was peculiar was that the trees around suddenly became sparse… no, it could even be said that within Angel’s field of vision, there were almost no trees at all.
Previously, although Angel hadn’t paid much attention to the surroundings, he could still catch a glimpse of the dense tree trunks beside him.
But upon arriving here, the trees had disappeared. What was going on?
Could it be an illusion? But Angel did not sense any fluctuations of illusion.
He looked back and surprisingly found that compared to the foggy front, the view behind was quite clear. It seemed that the emitter of the pressure was also using this method to tempt or force those who ventured deep into the forest to retreat.
Because the view behind was quite clear, Angel could clearly see that there were actually a large number of trees in the back.
Only as one got closer to his current position did the trees become increasingly sparse.
So, this Open Area was not an illusion, but rather it was just like this.
When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.
“Chirp chirp——” At this moment, Toby suddenly jumped out of Angel’s pocket and flew onto his shoulder, whispering in his ear.
“You say you want to go ahead and scout?”
Angel decisively refused, the oppressive pressure outside was terrifying, and Toby, within his defensive barrier, could still be relatively safe. Once outside the barrier, one would immediately be subdued by the oppressive pressure.
Moreover, there was no need to scout at this time, as it wasn’t an exploration of unknown ruins.
However, Toby flapped his wings and pulled out a plate of snacks covered with a specially made glass dome from his Snowy Feather. While pointing at the snack plate, he chirped a few times at Angel.
Although Angel couldn’t translate the exact name of the snack plate, he understood what Toby was trying to convey. Toby was telling Angel that the food in the snack plate was prepared by Gloria specifically for him, which could reduce the negative effect for a short time.
Additionally, Toby could transform into a highly resistant griffin or serpent-bird, and with the food from the snack plate, he could almost ignore the oppressive pressure outside for a while.
“Then it should work the same for me,” Angel eyed the exquisite snack plate.
Toby flapped his wings again, explaining that the snack was specially cooked by Gloria according to his body’s condition. It would be useless for Angel.
It was the first time Angel heard that food could be… tailor-made. It sounded unreliable, but considering Gloria was a gourmet witch and knew Toby’s condition like the back of her hand, perhaps it was indeed possible.
“Then be careful, and don’t rush into any abnormal situations. Come back and tell me. We’ll discuss a strategy together.”
Angel ultimately agreed to Toby’s suggestion.
Although he felt that scouting was unnecessary at this moment, if Toby wanted to try, letting him do so was not a bad idea.
He trusted Toby’s judgment and his strength.
Moreover, even if Nemeti was ahead, based on the information he got from Frost Iseth, Nemeti had a deep relationship with Kalomaches. Encountering Toby, they likely wouldn’t give him too much trouble.
Toby nodded, lifted the glass dome off the snack plate, and swallowed the small balls emitting a faint fragrance in one gulp. Then, he transformed into a blazing arrow and shot out of Angel’s protective field.
The moment he left the field, Toby transformed into a giant griffin enveloped in flames.
He glanced back at Angel, then with a leap, plunged into the mist ahead.
Although Toby went ahead to scout, Angel didn’t stop moving forward, continuing on his path.
This time, Angel let Eremy activate the defensive barrier, while he sensed the surroundings.
As he sensed, some details he hadn’t noticed before gradually came to light.
The “repulsion” that enveloped the entire Lost Forest still existed and dominated the sensory feedback. But apart from the repulsion, Angel also discovered a faint energy fluctuation in the surroundings.
This energy fluctuation, although not as oppressive, was filled with aggression.
This aggression was not unfamiliar to Angel; it was essentially a declaration of “sovereignty.” Like wild animals marking their territory with pheromones in their bodily fluids.
The aggression Angel sensed was a warning to those entering this area.
So, by a bit of deduction, Angel guessed that perhaps this area belonged to a certain elemental creature?
Therefore, it did not allow other plants to enter here, which also led to the barrenness of this area.
Could it be Nemeti? Judging from the energy fluctuations, it seemed unlikely.
Then, could it be other elemental creatures living in the Lost Forest?
At this moment, Angel somewhat regretted not asking Lush Groot earlier if there were other elemental creatures in the Lost Forest besides Nemeti.
However, Angel did not deliberately forget; it was because Lush Groot continuously emphasized that no elemental creature could enter the Lost Forest, which led Angel to the illusion that within the Lost Forest, Nemeti was the only “monarch”.
But now, it seems that this was a mistake.
As Angel was thinking this, a ball of fire pierced through the mist, flying straight towards him.
Angel did not dodge or evade, allowing the firelight to approach him. Because he had already seen the familiar figure within the firelight.
It was Toby, who had previously said he would go to investigate.
The low-flying griffin, wrapped in blazing flames, stopped in front of Angel.
Toby had not transformed into a seabird form, still maintaining his huge size, and whispered to Angel about what he had seen.
According to Toby’s description, the area for several kilometers around was very empty, without any vegetation. The only plant was a tree about six or seven hundred meters ahead.
In the vast expanse, only this one tree existed. Even without analyzing, Toby knew that there was something wrong with this tree.
Toby remembered Angel’s advice to “not be rash”, and he only took a distant look at the tree, half-hidden in the mist, before returning.
The specific situation of that tree, Toby did not see very clearly.
After listening, Angel could basically determine that this tree was probably the source of the “invasive feeling”, and might also be the first elemental creature he encountered upon entering the Lost Forest.
Toby’s suggestion was to bypass the tree.
They were currently in a narrow depression, and because of the terrain, if they wanted to continue deeper into the Lost Forest, they would have to go forward. However, according to Toby’s description, the tree did not seem very large, probably only one or two meters taller than Toby’s griffin form.
Since the tree itself was not large, they could completely avoid passing by there, detouring through the mist on the side.
This was also why Toby hurried back, because the tree was not far ahead, and if they wanted to detour, it was best to deviate from their current path now.
Toby’s suggestion was based on what he had seen, however, Angel eventually shook his head, rejecting this proposal.
“When we sense the energy fluctuations of the other party, it means we have entered its territory.”
“This also means that it has already discovered our presence.”
Angel paused when he said this, his voice gradually lowering: “Moreover, its true form may not be as small as you have seen.”
Chapter 2263 Poison Mist Enshrouded <TOC> Chapter 2265 Arch-Guarding Ceremony