Chapter 391 A Familiar Accent <TOC> Chapter 393 The Hidden Room
Translator: SumTLMan
After a while, Angel left the cave.
He did not obtain much valuable information from Hana. She had forgotten many things, and concerning her memories while alive, she only remembered having an older brother and living in a Cold Land.
Aside from this, all other memories had dissipated, including why she appeared in the Inner World and why she died here, all of which she knew nothing about.
Whether she truly forgot or did not want to remember, he had no intention of pursuing it.
However, besides being located in a Cold Land, Angel was not entirely without clues, at least the bird with peacock feathers could be considered a lead. Such birds should be a unique species on the Surface World, and he had never seen a bird with similar feathers before; perhaps he could infer where Hana once lived from the bird’s appearance.
Pushing open the gates of the graveyard, Angel walked out.
The winding path led directly to the majestic castle atop a distant mountain. On both sides of the road were dark, shadowy forests, where one could occasionally hear faint wails.
The ground, carrying a bloody dampness, was marked with a row of shallow footprints, stretching all the way to the end. If nothing unexpected had happened, these were Shadow’s footprints, and his choice was the same as Angel’s, both taking this closest path.
As he walked along the path, the closer he got to the mountain peak, the more oppressive it felt. The sky was filled with dark, shifting clouds, and lightning snakes lurked within, occasionally revealing a bright skull, appearing as the oppressive omen before a storm.
The more Angel walked, the more uneasy he felt.
The black castle beneath the lightning and thunder seemed to transform into a brutal demon wielding a trident, gazing greedily and bloodthirstily at him, the lone traveler, sharpening its blades in anticipation.
With his heart racing and accompanied by increasingly intense cries from the forests on both sides, Angel’s pressure intensified.
He was so suffocated that he even wanted to charge into the forest and confront those ghosts directly.
When he reached the iron fence outside the castle, his unease reached its peak. Although the iron fence seemed normal, this kind of calm without wind or waves made him even more uncomfortable.
Angel even felt the urge to turn around and flee.
But just as he turned his head, his heart skipped a beat. The road he had traveled was now filled with ghosts, and the number of ghosts was no less than tens of thousands!
The ghosts were all vengeful, and even though they hadn’t discovered Angel, their overwhelming resentment made him shudder in fear.
Crack—
Suddenly, a sound of metal collision came from behind him.
Angel felt a chill down his spine and slowly turned his head. The large lock of the iron gate surrounding the castle had been unlocked by someone and had fallen to the ground.
Could he have been discovered by the people of Black Castle?
Angel cautiously took a step back, only to feel a resentful and chilling wind blowing, as the ghost began to gather in front of Black Castle.
At the same time, the castle’s iron gate opened automatically without any wind, making a “whoosh” sound.
He had undoubtedly been discovered.
Angel couldn’t understand how he had been detected; even the great Tree Spirit had taken some effort to find him when he activated Boundless Silence… Could there be a powerful being similar to Tree Spirit in Black Castle, capable of observing everything from the heavens and the earth?
Unable to figure it out, Angel decided not to dwell on it. Since he had been discovered, he would follow his previous intentions and entered.
When he made this decision, Angel’s previously apprehensive heart inexplicably calmed down. If even a cautious person like Shadow dared to venture into Black Castle alone, most of what he said must be true.
Now, he could only trust Shadow’s judgment that the wizards above Black Castle would not take action.
With that in mind, Angel stepped through the iron gate. Behind the gate was a path about ten meters long, leading to the main entrance of the castle.
Angel’s gaze swept the ground, searching for any traces of Shadow’s footsteps.
Soon, he saw a familiar set of footprints on the right side of the path. The destination of the footprints was unknown, but they certainly did not lead to the main entrance.
After some thought, Angel deviated from the main path and decided to follow Shadow’s footprints.
As he passed under the shade of a large tree, Angel swiftly deactivated Boundless Silence. A mental image flashed in his mind, filled with the aura of illusions, and another “Angel” separated from him.
The moment the “Illusory Angel” appeared, Angel activated Boundless Silence again.
Using the Illusory Angel as bait, he hid behind the illusion. He didn’t know if the effect of “Boundless Silence” had been discovered, but he felt that it should not have been. As far as he knew, the ruler of Black Castle was Isabella, a mere ordinary second-level wizard who had not yet stepped onto the path of true knowledge. With Isabella’s abilities, she shouldn’t have been able to see through Boundless Silence from a distance.
He could only speculate that perhaps some detail had given him away, allowing someone to catch a glimpse of his figure. If his guess was correct, then using the illusory bait to attract attention while he himself re-entered Obscurity using Boundless Silence should provide a degree of concealment.
The “Illusory Angel” made a “since I’ve been discovered, I won’t hide my figure” expression, deactivated Boundless Silence, and then openly observed Shadow’s footprints, heading towards the other side of Black Castle.
Angel, on the other hand, stayed hidden behind the illusion. Even if there were a great being similar to Tree Spirit who could “observe the heavens and the earth,” their ability to detect and locate him might be impaired due to the overlap between him and the illusion.
A tiny error could lead to a huge difference. With just a little discrepancy, his room for maneuver would be much greater.
Following the footprints, Angel arrived at the side of Black Castle.
Speaking of which, since he entered Black Castle, the oppressive atmosphere remained, but the mental pressure seemed to have diminished significantly. Angel was unsure why; perhaps it was because there were no ghosts weeping nearby?
At the end of the footprints, there was a drainage pipe running from top to bottom. Angel looked up and saw that just above the pipe, around the third floor, a nearby window appeared to be open, with the plain golden curtains fluttering in the wind, making a loud rustling sound.
The footprints disappeared here; did Shadow climb the drainage pipe?
However, generally speaking, in a place where wizards reside, every brick, tile, and piece of earth would have a defensive effect; it would not be so easy for someone to climb to the third floor, right?
Angel tentatively let the illusion touch the wall lightly.
A faint magical feedback returned.
There was a response from the magic formation within the wall, but the effect of the magic formation was weak, with only a little residual magic power. It seemed that the magic formation had been manually deactivated?
Angel still remembered Shadow saying that his trip to Black Castle to steal something was actually a test agreed upon by his mentor and Isabella, with all the wizard-level mechanisms in Black Castle shut down, and the available wizard-level power hidden, leaving only a few apprentices as obstacles for his test.
By this account, it would make sense for the magic formation inside the wall to be deactivated.
However, just in case, Angel decided to let the illusion climb the pipe first, and when the illusion slowly climbed to the third floor near the window, Angel followed suit.
Looking at the open window on the third-floor corridor, Angel vaguely sensed a ripple of energy.
It seemed that a creature was hiding by the window, but if he could sense it, it was either too weak, or it was intentionally showing weakness. In either case, he had to be cautious.
Using an illusion to lead the way was the best choice.
In Sanders’ branch of Nightmare Illusions, as long as one integrates nightmare energy into oneself, the foundation of the illusion spell would undergo earth-shattering changes. For example, the beautiful Illusory Angel wove for Hana could even make her feel that everything was real: the wind outside the window, the doll in her arms, the interesting fairytale books… even if she was just a ghost, she could still feel the sensations Angel wanted to convey.
It was like what Angel had seen on the holographic tablet, with the holographic simulated world feeling as real as the actual world. However, the holographic simulations could even stimulate the senses, such as taste and smell, and even more, the pleasure of entertainment in a brothel could even be completely replicated. Angel had not yet reached that level of simulation; at most, he could only make people feel the sense of touch.
Nevertheless, he was not creating a virtual world; relying on his illusions to create confusion and scout the way posed no problem.
“Illusory Angel” leaped and jumped through the window. The moment he entered, a blood-soaked woman suddenly appeared from the side, wielding a large machete, aiming at “Illusory Angel” and slashing down fiercely. She was obviously prepared to cut him in half.
“Illusory Angel” gave the woman a slight smile, and under her stunned gaze, his figure vanished from the blade’s path and appeared at the other end of the corridor.
“How did he move so quickly? Was it a spell or speed?” The woman looked at the Illusory Angel in surprise, picked up the machete, and screamed before charging towards him.
Illusory Angel dodged again, disappearing from his original position and then appearing behind the woman.
At that moment, the real Angel also jumped through the window, merging with the “Illusory Angel.” A magic-infused hand chop struck the back of the woman’s neck.
The woman let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground.
Having dealt with the woman, Angel’s real body slowly withdrew from the phantom and hid in the darkness of the corridor.
The illusory self walked to the woman, observing this peculiar individual.
Angel hadn’t noticed earlier during the fight, but now he discovered that the woman was actually naked and covered in blood.
Could this woman be related to the naked ghost outside?
Angel furrowed his brows, and if she was truly related to the ghost outside, this woman might also be a victim.
While thinking this, Angel began to examine the woman’s injuries.
However, when Angel checked every inch of her skin, even the indescribable areas, he found no injuries on her body other than a swollen blood clot on the back of her neck!
Could it be that the blood covering her was not hers?
Chapter 391 A Familiar Accent <TOC> Chapter 393 The Hidden Room