Chapter 336 Coffin at the Bottom of the Pit <TOC> Chapter 338 Akeso
Translator: SumTLMan
Skull creatures are also among the types of magical servants that wizards enjoy using. However, wizards prefer using soul-gathering skulls as their magical servants, inserting specific souls into the skulls through necromancy. In this way, the soul can inhabit the skull and interfere with the material world. The creature called Little Red behind Flora is actually a soul-gathering skull, but it is even more unique, as it is a soul-gathering skull originating from the Nightmare Plane.
For soul-gathering skulls, the soul is the essence, and the skull is like clothing that can be changed under certain circumstances.
One could say that although soul-gathering skulls belong to the skull race, they are actually a group created by wizards. Death-soul skulls, on the other hand, are different; they are naturally formed skull creatures.
Generally speaking, the starting point of death-soul skulls is higher than that of soul-gathering skulls. As for their future potential, it depends on their individual fortunes.
“Could there be a death-soul skull inside?”
Angel looked up at the giant serpent opposite him, and to his surprise, he also caught a hint of doubt in the serpent’s eyes.
Could it be that the giant serpent also didn’t know about the changes in the coffin?
This was interesting.
As Angel was secretly pondering, he suddenly smelled a strong stench of blood. It was not the rotten smell from the desolate village’s Blackwater Lake, but a pure smell of blood.
As the coffin shook violently, blood actually flowed out from the side of the lid!
“What’s going on with the blood in the coffin?” Angel furrowed his brow, and the presence of blood indicated that it was not a skull. So, what could be inside?
As Angel was full of doubts, a strange voice suddenly reached his ears.
—”This is my blood.”
This voice was ancient and primitive, with the most beautiful poetic tone that Angel had ever heard. It seemed to have traveled through time, from the primeval, desolate forests of the ancient past, brushing past mountains, skimming over seas, transcending the limits of time and purposefully arriving here just to speak to him.
As the voice sounded, a gust of wind suddenly arose from the flat ground. The surrounding luminous dandelions began to sway, and clusters of light rose from the ground, encircling Angel and the giant serpent.
Angel looked up at the giant serpent and saw a hint of fatigue in its golden vertical pupils, “Is it you who’s speaking?”
The giant serpent nodded its head.
—”Take him away from here, save him.”
Possessing a voice imbued with a marvelous melody, it gently vibrated the eardrums, inducing a bewitching sense of enchantment.
Just by listening to this voice, Angel felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation and peace. It seemed that the voice had a mysterious power capable of calming everything.
Such a wondrous and perfect voice, without any trace of magical fluctuations, could actually soothe people’s hearts? This was undoubtedly the most beautiful voice Angel had ever heard, and even Toby’s eyes seemed to fill with admiration for the giant serpent.
However, it seemed that producing such a voice required a significant cost. After uttering these words, the serpent became exhausted and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
“Does speaking cause you pain? You don’t have to speak; nod or shake your head to answer me,” Angel asked.
The giant serpent nodded.
An understanding rose in Angel’s heart, no wonder the serpent hadn’t answered earlier, “You don’t want me to bury this coffin, but to take it away? And then save the person inside?”
A look of hope filled the serpent’s eyes as it nodded again.
Seeing the serpent nod, Angel grew more puzzled. Was there still a living person inside the coffin? A survivor of the desolate village? That didn’t seem right; how could someone still be alive after nearly a thousand years?
“Is the person in the coffin a survivor of the desolate village?” For this, Angel specifically explained the meaning of “desolate village.”
Mentioning the desolate village, a hint of sadness flashed in the serpent’s eyes, but it still nodded.
“Really a survivor of the desolate village? That village was destroyed a thousand years ago… It’s incredible that someone has lived for a thousand years.” Angel’s last sentence referred not only to the person in the coffin but also to the giant serpent before him.
Angel speculated that there might be another reason behind this. The serpent had mentioned that the blood inside was its own, which meant that it had been sustaining the person inside with its blood. However, the blood of a wizard-level magical beast could not possibly keep an ordinary person alive for a thousand years.
Therefore, there was something strange about the person inside the coffin.
“Why has it been constantly pulsating like this? Can I open this coffin?”
The serpent’s gaze was also filled with doubt, but it still nodded.
…Even the serpent didn’t know why the coffin had suddenly become so active? The situation seemed to be getting more and more complicated. However, despite this, Angel’s apprehensive heart eased, as it appeared that the serpent didn’t have any intentions of becoming his enemy.
Having received the serpent’s permission, Angel maintained the “Grand Novaguard” state and slowly lifted the coffin lid with his magical hands.
The coffin lid was not fixed in place, evidently because the serpent frequently changed the blood. With a gentle lift from the magical hands, the lid was easily opened.
At the same time, the person inside the coffin struggled even more violently. Angel saw that the coffin was filled with an extremely pungent, bloody smell, and a person covered in blood, bound by vines, was struggling frantically.
Angel couldn’t discern the person’s appearance inside the coffin, but through the outline of the blood pool, he could tell that this was probably a “young” man.
However, rather than the person’s appearance, Angel was more concerned with the madness in the man’s eyes, which showed a hint of fear when looking at him.
Angel was no stranger to this kind of gaze.
“Is he being parasitized?” Angel asked quietly.
Upon hearing these words, the giant serpent reacted greatly. Initially limp on the ground, it now coiled up and stared at Angel with stern, cold eyes:
“Who are you, and why have you appeared in Hippocrates?”
Unlike the previously gentle voice, the serpent’s tone was now extremely cold, like a sharp blade against the throat. Even the luminescent fluff surrounding them had become cold, ready to transform into a thousand concealed arrows if unnoticed.
“Hippocrates, is that the name of the desolate village?”
The giant serpent was silent for a moment before nodding its head.
Angel somewhat understood the serpent’s current thoughts. It seemed to have been guarding Hippocrates all along and knew that the village was uninhabited. Therefore, Angel’s arrival was both a hope and a threat to the serpent.
The hope was for the person in the coffin, and the threat was due to Angel’s identity and origins.
“I am a wizard’s apprentice who accidentally fell into the planar passage and later emerged from a passage leading to Hippocrates by chance.” As Angel spoke, he took out a bone card from his bracelet, “Although I don’t know if you recognize it, this is my identification. I come from the Savage Grottoes in the Southern Wizarding Region.”
The giant serpent glanced at the bone card but did not speak. It seemed not to recognize what the bone card was, but Angel didn’t mind, putting the card away and pointing at the person in the coffin, “As for the parasitism, we also encountered parasitic situations in our region, so I understand his general condition.”
After Angel’s explanation, the serpent still looked at him with thick disbelief, and the cold atmosphere around them made Angel shudder.
Sighing helplessly, Angel recounted everything about what happened in Twilight Deep Well, his unfortunate fall into the planar passage, and his departure from there. As for his relationship with the Colorful Dragonflies, Angel did not hide it. However, he changed the way he spoke about it, only saying that Mentor Sanders had left a wondrous “mark” within him. The mark of a second-level wizard on the path of true knowledge possessed boundless power, and through the mark, he controlled the Colorful Dragonflies, enabling him to escape the planar passage.
Upon hearing this, the giant serpent still harbored mistrust in its eyes, but Angel had no other options. He could not expose the connection between his experiences and the Nightmare Plane. This was not only his secret but also an explicit prohibition from Sanders. Their lineage, rooted in illusions, had many secrets that could not be shared with others.
Angel: “Your Excellency, as you can see, I have no intention of being your enemy. And given my age, do you think I would have anything to do with the destruction of Hippocrates?”
Upon hearing this, the giant serpent contemplated for a moment before giving a slight nod. It was precisely because of Angel’s young age that he could not be related to Hippocrates. Moreover, the serpent had witnessed Angel burying people in the lake, which led it to bring him here.
“I know you still don’t believe me, but I have no other choice. However, my Mentor can treat his parasitic infection. If you let me go, I will take him to my Mentor and ask for his help,” said Angel.
Angel specifically pointed out that the official wizards of Twilight Deep Well had been parasitized. Only Sanders, who possessed greater power and had embarked on the path of true knowledge, could save the person in the coffin.
To demonstrate this, Angel showcased the power of the “Mark.”
He walked to the coffin and looked at the struggling man bound inside. Angel shouted, “Stop your actions!”
As Angel yelled, the man inside the coffin looked at him fearfully and eventually stopped struggling.
This was due to the effect of the “Shava” identity and had nothing to do with the illusory “Mark.”
In Twilight Deep Well, Angel had used this spell to subdue the parasitized Duke Tepicchio, so he was quite proficient with it.
The giant serpent saw the man in the coffin gradually stop struggling and, although puzzled, began to revere Angel’s Mentor. It had encountered wizards before and knew how powerful a wizard on the path of true knowledge could be.
It was then that the giant serpent finally let go of its hostility and collapsed on the ground, exhausted.
“I will take him to my Mentor, and I will definitely save him from the parasite.”
“Thank you,” the giant serpent murmured weakly.
Seeing the serpent gradually lower its guard, Angel breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously inquired about the way out.
The serpent didn’t speak, only pointing with its tail to the unexplored path outside.
Joy appeared in Angel’s eyes, as it seemed that things had taken a turn for the better.
Next, Angel began to slowly communicate with the giant serpent, using gentle words. In the process, Angel gained a lot of information and realized that this serpent was not cold-hearted but rather like a wise elder. Even without speaking, Angel could understand much just by its gaze.
From the serpent, Angel learned that the desolate village was called Hippocrates, a place where a group of reclusive doctors conducted research, considered a sanctuary for healers. One day, disaster struck when a misty passage opened in Hippocrates, and a group of evil guests arrived.
These evil guests were none other than the Colorful Dragonflies.
Chapter 336 Coffin at the Bottom of the Pit <TOC> Chapter 338 Akeso