Chapter 433 Unexpected Escape <TOC> Chapter 435 Shadow’s Favor
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Upon hearing this familiar dual-tone sound, both Angel and Shadow stopped in their tracks.
They were located in a narrow path between a forest, where the wind ceased, and the leaves rustled as they fell.
In a flash, a girl around twelve or thirteen years old appeared abruptly in the middle of the path, blocking their way.
The girl’s attire was filled with dark tones, the dark extravagant style pursued by some ladies with particular tastes. Her black puffy dress was embroidered with dark red patterns, a black half veil covered her delicate pale cheeks, and her long black straight hair flowed over her ears, resting on her chest.
This familiar appearance allowed Angel to almost instantly recognize the person as the woman he had seen at the Ciporak Festival – the ‘Dusk Queen’ Isabella!
However, what he saw in Ciporak was a strand of consciousness, while now a living person appeared before him.
“Lady Isabella!” Shadow began to tremble upon seeing her. He had just said that Isabella was extremely petty, but it turned out that their mental conversation was overheard by Isabella herself! With her personality, he would undoubtedly face retaliation.
As Shadow continued to tremble, a huge bloody slap struck his face.
Shadow was sent spinning through the air by the slap and finally crashed heavily onto the ground, creating a small crater. Half of his face was almost entirely red, and broken teeth flowed out with blood as he opened and closed his mouth, looking miserable.
Isabella kept laughing sinisterly, her expression alternating between madness and elegance. Ignoring the “built-in background sound effect,” Isabella resembled a wayward and rebellious little girl.
“Considering your mentor’s sake, I’ll spare your dog’s life this time. If you dare to gossip and plot behind my back again, I’ll take your life next time!” Isabella glared fiercely at Shadow.
“My lady, please forgive my transgression.” Shadow forced himself to stand up, his bones nearly falling apart, and knelt before Isabella.
Isabella snorted coldly and turned her gaze to Angel.
Looking at Angel’s golden hair and eyes as deep as the ocean, her eyes flashed with jealousy. Furthermore, although Angel’s face had not yet fully matured, his current appearance already made him a charming young noble. It could be said that Angel’s appearance from head to toe met the taste of a puppet master.
Angel’s figure flickered in and out of sight, due to his “Boundless Silence” being broken, and his presence was transitioning from extremely negative to extremely positive.
“You have quite a strong invisibility ability, little guy. Thanks to Diavolo’s mental link, otherwise, I really wouldn’t have found you. If you had escaped, my heart would have been very uncomfortable.” Accompanied by the dual-tone sound, Isabella revealed a bloodthirsty smile.
Angel stood there, expression grave. This was the first time he had experienced the unmasked murderous intent and pressure from an official wizard so directly.
During the previous Twilight Auction, although Twilight wanted to kill him, she had restrained herself due to the presence of other buyers and many wizards watching. Angel had almost turned the tables. But Isabella was different; she had been intimidating him with her pressure from the beginning, not letting him have a chance to move.
The raging, crazed murderous intent made images of his own death play out in Angel’s mind.
After hearing Isabella’s words, Shadow suddenly raised his head. Isabella had no reason to lie, meaning he was the one who had truly exposed Angel? If it wasn’t for the mental connection, could Angel have evaded detection from wizards by relying on his invisibility?
Shadow had no intention of probing into why Angel had such a heaven-defying invisibility skill; his heart was filled with guilt. He hadn’t expected that his good intentions would lead to harm.
“How dare you stare at me,” Isabella suddenly pushed gently, and a bloody palm lifted Angel into mid-air.
Isabella didn’t act as decisively as when she was seeking revenge on Shadow. She simply suspended Angel in mid-air, wanting to torture him slowly to satisfy her twisted pleasure.
“The color of your eyes is truly nauseating. However, let me think… sewing them onto a Beholder should produce a good effect, right?” A sinister laugh accompanied by a crisp, childish voice created a strange harmony that brought an even more eerie psychological pressure.
Under Isabella’s control, Angel couldn’t move at all. He couldn’t even focus on flipping the table. His breathing was gradually diminishing, and he was experiencing hallucinations due to a lack of blood.
Seeing Angel’s face turning from red to purple, Shadow’s face showed anxiety.
Although they had signed the Kulakuka contract, the contract only required them not to harm each other and to rescue each other within their capabilities. The current situation wasn’t within the contract’s binding range because, as a second-level wizard, Isabella’s power far surpassed both of them. Even if Angel died here, Shadow wouldn’t suffer backlash from the contract.
But Shadow was still anxious, not because of the contract but because of the slight change in his attitude towards Angel after spending time together. From the initial hostility to cold indifference, and finally to a gradual warmth.
In fact, Shadow had revealed his rascal side to Angel later on because he considered Angel an equal friend and had taken him to heart.
Angel’s personality was gentle, contrasting with the mainstream values of the Wizarding World, somewhat leaning towards white wizards or moderate academics. People like this might have various disadvantages, but there’s no denying that they are perfect friends. For example, Gandalf the “Light Walker,” a renowned potions master from the southern region, is such a moderate academic. Stripping away his potions master aura, he is a person almost all wizards would like to befriend.
Since Shadow wanted to befriend Angel, the anxiety in his heart was undoubtedly genuine.
“Miss Isabella, please spare Angel. I guarantee I will take Angel away, and he will never appear before you again…” Shadow’s words were interrupted as Isabella slapped him several meters away. Coughing up blood, Shadow continued with his split-toothed grin, “Angel is an outstanding alchemist who can compensate you, and he has once touched the mysterious realm…”
Mysterious realm? Isabella paused for a moment, her gaze sharpening as she looked at Angel.
A second-level apprentice touching the mysterious realm? What a joke.
Although Isabella didn’t believe Shadow’s nonsense, she released Angel from mid-air. She merely saw that Angel was almost at death’s door, and she didn’t want him to die so soon – that would be too easy on him.
After landing, Angel gasped for breath. His poor physical condition actually freed him from Isabella’s oppression.
Gritting his teeth, Angel opened the Nightmare Domain without waiting for his brain to recover from the oxygen deprivation.
Second-level wizard apprentice, second-level wizard.
It might seem like only a suffix difference, but the actual power disparity is enormous. Angel was not even an ant in front of Isabella; he could only be considered dust.
Under such circumstances, if he had any chance of survival, it would most likely be… that method!
Summoning the Nightmare Domain, Angel immediately envisioned the “Queen’s” face. Almost instantly, he felt an itch in his shoulder blade.
Angel felt relieved, but he didn’t know the consequences. However, at this point, he had no choice.
But Angel overlooked one thing – would Isabella give him the time?
Deliberately allowing time for a comeback with a powerful move only happens in fiction. In reality, where could such wonderful things happen?
After Angel unfolded the Nightmare Domain, Isabella didn’t even bother to investigate this illusion. She directly knocked Angel away with her overwhelming power, and the Nightmare Domain instantly vanished.
Back in Twilight Deep Well, the reason why Angel couldn’t handle the Nightmare Domain was that it was connected to the Nightmare Plane at the time. Now, Angel’s Nightmare Domain had been severed from the Nightmare Plane’s extension by Sanders and integrated into his body. As a result, Angel himself became the support pillar for the Nightmare Domain.
Angel knew something was amiss the moment he stepped out of the formation.
Had the Nightmare Domain disappeared, it would have been even more impossible for Angel to turn the tables.
…
The place where the conflict erupted was on the only path to leave Silent Hill.
Although it was already late at night, there were still people who noticed the situation here while traveling in the darkness. When they saw that Isabella was involved, everyone chose to take a detour to avoid being implicated.
Occasionally, official wizards would turn their attention to this side. However, once they saw the situation clearly, they withdrew their gazes. The gap between a second-level wizard and a second-level apprentice was too wide, and there was nothing worth watching.
It could be said that the epicenter of the event had become a forbidden area in a short period of time. Wizards didn’t want to watch, and apprentices didn’t dare to watch.
However, there was one particular group of beings, or rather, “non-humans,” who were very curious about such matters.
For example, Lord Taros, the idle Two-Faced Stone Spirit, who had nothing to do all day.
“Isabella has lived for a thousand years, so why is her mind so small, like that of a seven or eight-year-old child?” “What do you know? This is better.”
“Why would this be better?” “How close is Black Castle to our Silent Hill? With such a character, can she make any progress? No way! This is good for our Silent Hill!”
“You make a lot of sense!” “Of course, if I make sense, it means you make sense too! Haha!”
Taros talked to himself and even commented on whether Isabella’s movements were graceful enough.
When they saw Angel unfold the Nightmare Domain, although the Nightmare Domain only appeared for a few seconds, Taros’s self-talk stopped for a rare moment.
After a long time, Taros continued to speak, but his voice was noticeably quieter, only audible to himself.
“There’s no escape. This aura is indeed the same as Phantom Master’s!” “Does that mean the friend called Angel by Diavolo is the heir of the Phantom lineage?”
“It should be.” “That’s so interesting! If Phantom Master knew about this, would he be angry?”
“I don’t think so. Didn’t Flora experience the same thing before?” “That’s different! Flora brought trouble upon herself, but Angel was innocently implicated by Isabella.”
“So, do you think Phantom Master would take action if he knew?” “Probably not. Haha, I am you, and you are me. If you think he won’t, then of course I think he won’t too!”
Taros paused for a moment before speaking again.
“Should we inform Isabella? Perhaps she would let Angel off the hook out of respect for Phantom Master.” “No, that wouldn’t be interesting.”
“So, what should we do now?” “Are you stupid? Of course, we should sell the news to the Wizard’s Magazine! I’ve even come up with a title: —Shocking! Why did Phantom Master’s direct descendant kneel before a ten-year-old girl’s fluffy skirt? The truth is…—”
“That’s a great title! I can almost see the huge manuscript fee flying towards me!” “At least 100 magic crystals, right?”
Chapter 433 Unexpected Escape <TOC> Chapter 435 Shadow’s Favor