Chapter 437 Bogula Appears <TOC> Chapter 439 Sacrificial Blood Rite
Translator: SumTLMan
The black boulder lay motionless within sight, showing no signs of movement.
When Angel arrived in front of the Two-Faced Stone Spirit Taros, this was the scene he saw. Whether it was the young face or the old one, both had their eyes closed, seemingly just like ordinary humans, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, soundly asleep under the gentle moonlight.
Angel tried to communicate with them, but they were “asleep” too soundly, and no matter how much he called or even revealed himself, Taros showed no reaction.
Angel’s expression was somewhat grim. As a spirit that had lived for thousands of years and was at least at the level of a wizard, Taros could not possibly be fast asleep even when someone was standing right in front of him.
The only reason was that Taros didn’t want to let him leave!
Angel didn’t hesitate to assume the worst in the current situation. Taros was most likely on Isabella’s side, but it probably didn’t want to make its allegiance too obvious, so it deliberately pretended to sleep to prevent him from leaving.
It was even very likely that Taros had secretly informed Isabella!
In fact, what Angel didn’t know was that he thought Taros was pretending to sleep, when in reality, Taros… was indeed pretending to sleep. However, its reason for pretending to sleep was not the “taking sides” Angel thought, but merely to distance itself from the matter.
Taros had basically confirmed that Angel was a descendant of the Phantom line, and knowing that the legendary killer of the Southern Region, Phantom Master Sanders, was standing behind Angel, how could it dare to blatantly set a trap for him?
Therefore, to prevent any accidents in case Sanders really appeared and decided to “protect his own,” Taros had to remove itself from the situation, and preferably shift all the blame onto Isabella.
This led to the scene where Taros pretended to sleep and secretly informed Isabella.
However, what Taros didn’t expect was that not only did Isabella know about it, but Bogula also got involved. As the gatekeeper of Silent Hill, Taros knew some of Bogula’s “quirks” very well, and with its stubbornness towards blond hair and blue eyes, it would definitely intervene in this matter.
If Sanders were to find out that Bogula had actually turned his own apprentice into a puppet, the direction of this matter might become unpredictable…
Taros was secretly muttering to itself, considering how to resolve this issue.
“Should we just let him go?” “No way, I haven’t received my manuscript fee yet!”
“There are a lot of magic crystals on this kid, should we take some from him and then just let him leave naturally?” “No, magic crystals are nice, but I’ve already thought of a pen name. Soon, I’ll make a big splash in the Southern Region Wizarding World!”
“Sounds like a promising future indeed.” “However, regardless of Sanders’ attitude from the source, or the game between Bogula and Isabella, there are many variables… I have a premonition that under the intertwining of so many variables, this young friend probably won’t die.”
“Once he doesn’t die, I always feel that he will grow into a monster.” “What to do when being targeted then?”
Taros’s inner whispers, no one could hear. But Angel had already chosen to temporarily abandon the Taros route, and he planned to return to the gathering place of people.
At the gathering place, Isabella might want to kill him, but she would probably consider the attitude of Silent Hill. As long as he could drag it out for a while, he would have a way to flip the table.
Angel didn’t want to go that far; his bigger hope was to blend into the crowd and leave Silent Hill. Since Taros didn’t open the door for him, what if someone from Silent Hill came out?
Thinking of this, Angel decided to turn back and head towards the direction of the mobile market.
But as soon as he turned around, a huge blood-red barrier enveloped the area, including Angel and even Taros, within a radius of several hundred meters.
Angel felt a chill in his heart. He saw Isabella appearing outside the barrier in midair, emitting a creepy and mad laughter.
Blood suddenly flowed within the blood-red barrier, and when Angel was not paying attention, his ankles were still submerged in blood.
The “Boundless Silence” lost its effect immediately in the blood. His figure appeared inside the barrier.
“Found you! Blood Beast, come out!” Isabella laughed, and the blood on the ground suddenly seemed to be injected with life, turning into a terrifying beast more than ten meters tall. After roaring towards the sky, it stretched out its palm and launched a fierce attack at Angel.
A massive blood sphere rushed towards Angel, and the blood sphere kept absorbing blood from the ground while flying, continuing to enlarge its volume.
Under the range attack of this enormous blood sphere, Angel had nowhere to hide. Let alone, when the blood-colored barrier appeared, he was suppressed by Isabella’s wizarding power and couldn’t move or make any effective resistance.
Moreover, his defensive methods would only be destroyed like a decayed wood under this attack that absolutely exceeded the Wizarding World, not causing any ripple.
Angel widened his eyes, desperately facing the imminent fate.
Over and over again, when he thought he had escaped a disaster, he once again experienced the death oppression brought by absolute power.
Was he destined to die here today?
He didn’t want to die, but he didn’t know what method to use to escape this lethal attack? Even if he escaped, how could he flee from the pursuit of a second-level wizard?
In this moment of despair, Angel’s thoughts raced faster than usual. Although he couldn’t move, his mental space was experiencing drastic changes.
He strained to harness his magic source, trying his best to construct a model.
He hoped to create a “Wind Tornado” to escape the attack range. As the blood sphere approached, Angel managed to construct the “Wind Tornado” model with the help of his magic source, the Universal Axis, and the Scattering Singularity Model. However, it was too late.
The blood sphere was already in front of him.
The Wind Tornado was still cast, but under the cast of a wizard-level spell, the Wind Tornado was like a gentle breeze, dissipating into nothing without any resistance.
At this moment, Angel was utterly hopeless.
But it seemed fate enjoyed playing tricks on him. Just then, a pair of ordinary magic hands suddenly appeared from the side, and at the very last, most critical moment, they pulled him away from the blood sphere.
And with one pull, he was brought into mid-air.
Before Angel could react, he heard Isabella’s eerie dual-tone roar: “Bogula, think carefully. Do you really want to turn against me for an ordinary apprentice?”
A strange laugh came from behind Angel: “Hehehehe — to me, this little beauty is a top-grade material, not just an ordinary apprentice.”
Angel turned his head to look in the direction of the voice.
It was a red-haired man wearing light purple soft armor. In Angel’s aesthetic judgment, the man’s appearance was quite exceptional.
But the handsome face was ruined by his slightly raised head, mismatched pupils, and a long tongue like a snake’s.
This bizarre “facial art” completely achieved the effect of destroying beauty.
However, when Angel took a closer look at his face, he suddenly had a strange sense of familiarity… as if he had seen this man in the collection of handsome men Mirror Lady had shown him.
Associating this with Isabella calling out ‘Bogula’ earlier, Angel suddenly remembered the identity of this red-haired man!
The “Puppet Master” Bogula!
Angel still remembered that when Mirror Lady introduced the various handsome men in the collection, she had mentioned him. Mirror Lady’s evaluation of Bogula was just one sentence: “Bogula from Sky Mechanical City is a rare genius-type wizard, one of the most promising wizards to attain true knowledge in a short time, and has a handsome appearance. Unfortunately, he is a pervert.”
—Unfortunately, he is a pervert!
Mirror Lady even thought he was a pervert, and Angel originally thought he was finally saved, but he didn’t expect the person who saved him to be a universally recognized pervert.
Moreover, Angel had no idea why this pervert saved him in the first place.
As Angel was puzzled, he suddenly felt a burning sensation inside his body, as if all his blood was being boiled by a raging fire.
The sudden sensation came with indescribable pain. Angel screamed, and scorching blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
“Ha ha ha ha, no one can save the person I want to kill!” Isabella’s terrifying laughter came over.
Bogula looked at Angel’s miserable condition and almost instantly concluded: “Blood curse?”
Angel had been soaked in blood in the red barrier before. He had injuries on his body, and the blood that flowed out of the wounds was extracted by Isabella.
She used Angel’s own blood to launch a blood curse against him.
“Burning blood, just thinking about it feels wonderful!”
Bogula’s eyes darkened slightly, blue light flashed in his hand, and a pair of blond, blue-eyed sisters appeared in front of him: “Go.”
The sisters didn’t hesitate to attack Isabella.
Isabella, caught off guard, had only cast a basic blood curse on Angel, not deeply rooted in the blood source. So when the sisters began attacking her, the curse on Angel’s side stopped.
Isabella was also surprised, not expecting Bogula to attack just for a “material” he mentioned.
As Isabella struggled to cope with the sisters’ attack, on the other side, although Angel no longer felt the burning sensation in his blood, the unprecedented pain had not yet dissipated from his body.
He gasped continuously, and every external organ was emitting billowing white smoke. His fair face had turned bright red, looking like brain congestion caused by standing upside down for a long time.
When Angel had calmed down a bit, Bogula said to him with his head down:
“As long as you follow me, I can save your life.”
“Huff—follow you? What do you mean?” Angel’s mind was still a bit foggy, and he subconsciously asked, even forgetting to use respectful titles.
“You’ll know once you submit to me.” Bogula’s sinister voice entered Angel’s ears.
Angel was startled and suddenly remembered something… “Are you Diavolo’s mentor?”
“That’s right.”
Angel originally wanted to ask about the current situation of the Shadow, but on second thought, since his mentor had already appeared, he must have been saved.
Recalling what Shadow had once told him about his mentor’s special hobbies.
Angel connected Bogula’s words, and he faintly understood what Bogula wanted: “Do you want to craft me into a puppet?”
Chapter 437 Bogula Appears <TOC> Chapter 439 Sacrificial Blood Rite