Chapter 452 Incident <TOC> Chapter 454 Mysterious Potion
Translator: SumTLMan
In front of the Mechanical Tower, several dark shadows intertwined.
A nightmare with raging black flames around its body stomped its hooves, raised its head and let out a long neigh, sending out circles of shockwaves with eerie black flames from beneath its hooves.
The nearly all-encompassing shockwaves swept over the blond, blue-eyed sisters, and under the burning black flames, they both spat out a mouthful of blood.
Bogula reacted immediately, but just a minute ago he had narrowly escaped using his Illusion Body spell, and now he was in a cooldown period. He could only use defensive spells, but his defense against this bizarre nightmare was like paper, easily pierced and completely ineffective.
Under the force of the unstoppable black flame shockwaves, Bogula’s body was thrown and he fell heavily to the ground.
Thud, thud, thud—
Sanders’ black boots appeared in Bogula’s field of vision. Bogula raised his head to see a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.
From the perspective of others, this all happened within a few short moments. As second-level wizards, one stepped into the realm of True Knowledge while the other lingered at its entrance, and Bogula was defeated almost instantly.
Was this the gap between a common wizard and one who had stepped onto the path of True Knowledge?
Moreover, considering that Sanders had not used any illusions from beginning to end, everyone’s hearts grew colder. It was a complete one-sided crushing. The Wizarding World’s much-anticipated future True Knowledge prodigy didn’t even force Sanders to use his illusions.
“Speak up. I’ll give you one last chance,” Sanders’ voice was calm, devoid of any emotion.
“Hehehe, I’ve turned him into a puppet, what can you do to me?” Puppet Master Bogula spat out a mouthful of blood: “Do you dare to kill me?”
Sanders stared deeply at Bogula, slowly gathering his magic. Even if Angel had been turned into a puppet, his soul must still be there. He just needed to kill Bogula, and the controlled soul would be free…
“Sanders, be cautious! Analyze the situation carefully, and don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment.” Canter’s voice broke through the battle’s defenses and reached Sanders’ ears. His words were urgent, and he even changed from calling him “old friend” to addressing him by name.
Sanders knew he shouldn’t kill Bogula in the heart of Mechanical City. He even felt that some kind of terrifying weapon was aimed at him. If he killed Bogula, he would undoubtedly suffer a fierce attack.
Although he was confident in escaping through the Black Castle Nightmare Domain, it would inevitably lead to a fierce confrontation between the two wizard organizations. He could not represent the Savage Grottoes, and it wasn’t worth escalating the situation just for a possibly dead apprentice.
But regardless of whether it was worth it or not, Sanders felt displeased.
Even he didn’t know where the nameless anger in his heart came from; perhaps it was because he valued Angel’s future too much? He had even implicitly linked Angel’s future with his own. Especially when the fox with the harp called Angel “Your Majesty,” he already had a bunch of bold plans in his heart, wanting to uncover more mysteries of the Nightmare Plane through Angel’s identity in the Nightmare Plane. But he never expected that everything would fall apart, and how could the nameless anger in his heart not rise?
“If you must kill Bogula, why kill him here? Isn’t it better to attack him when he leaves?” Canter was still trying to dissuade him.
He knew the depth of Sky Mechanical City very well. As a neutral wizard organization, it didn’t mean that they had fewer high-end forces. Some alchemists might indeed have low combat power, but the wizards who wanted to get alchemical tools and gathered around these alchemists were not lacking in high-end combat power. There were even some who were comparable to Sanders.
“Phantom Master, if there’s any hatred, why not sit down and talk about it? Wouldn’t it be better if we could resolve it?” A cold, emotionless, machine-like voice came from behind.
Sanders didn’t need to look back to know who it was.
—’Mechanical Beast Emperor’ Rosen, one of the two city lords of Sky Mechanical City, responsible for the front and back areas, Rosen’s area of responsibility was the main city area on the front side.
“Of course, we can sit down and talk, as long as he hands over my apprentice. What’s the harm in sparing him?” Sanders whispered.
When Sanders finished speaking, everyone froze for a moment, including Bogula himself. Previously, when Sanders came to the door, he directly threatened and told him to hand over Angel. But Bogula’s personality was not easily intimidated, and he was extremely arrogant. How could he possibly have a proper conversation with Sanders?
So, they started fighting without a word, and he didn’t even know the relationship between Angel and Sanders.
Canter was the same; he guessed that Angel was the blond, blue-eyed boy in gossip of the inner pages of —Sky of Truth—, but he didn’t guess his relationship with Sanders.
An apprentice?!
The wizards watching from afar also began to whisper. This was the first time Sanders had actively protected his disciple. Thinking back to Sanders’ indifference when Flora was being hunted down, everyone was extremely curious about the apprentice who made Sanders break his usual behavior.
“Bogula, Phantom Master has already stated the conditions. What’s your attitude?” Since Beast Emperor Rosen had already stepped forward, he simply played the role of peacemaker.
Bogula laughed wildly: “The little apprentice you’re talking about, I’ve already crafted him into a magic puppet, haha, do you want to see? I removed his ears and replaced them with the palm-leaf fan of a Nocca beast, peeled off his skin, and covered it with green frog slime. I guess if I bring him out, you won’t recognize him anymore!”
Bogula’s character, how could he possibly shrink back, especially after his big defeat, carrying anger in his heart?
Sanders’ expression darkened, and a faint crimson light appeared in his shadow. A wave of anger rose in his heart, and he raised his palm, carrying a strong murderous magical wave, enveloping the surroundings.
Beast Emperor Rosen wanted to try his best to persuade, but before he could speak, Canter’s voice came again: “Sanders, your shadow has changed again.”
Sanders’ pupils shrank, and he suddenly came to his senses, and the red light in his shadow immediately shrank back. But as the red light disappeared, an evil and arrogant laughter entered his ears.
“Really pervasive.” Sanders narrowed his eyes, and it seemed that he had to solve this problem as soon as possible. He originally wanted to wait for Angel to be promoted to a wizard, and then decide when he returned to the Nightmare Plane, but now that Angel had already… it was worth a try.
Seeing that Sanders did not move, Bogula continued to arrogantly describe how he had crafted Angel: “I replaced his limbs with horse hooves, replaced his heart with a filthy corpse core, and even his soul, I completely annihilated him.”
When Sanders heard the last sentence, he seemed to realize something and suddenly laughed: “You’re lying, you can’t do it.”
Angel’s body might have a problem, but his soul… that would be difficult. He didn’t believe that when Angel’s soul had a problem, the Nightmare Plane Queen wouldn’t feel it.
Sanders’ certainty made Bogula hesitate for a moment. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he didn’t know how Sanders had discovered it. Could it be that there was something strange about Angel’s body?
Bogula’s hesitation deepened Sanders’ judgment. He originally said that “Bogula lied about Angel’s soul,” but now Sanders had a new idea. Perhaps Angel’s current situation was much better than what Bogula had said?
Sanders casually set up a Multidimensional Illusion, trapping Bogula in place, and then he turned his head to look at Beast Emperor Rosen.
Rosen was a cold-faced young man, wearing a black, dark-patterned hooded robe, suspended in mid-air. He looked unremarkable, but Sanders knew very well how terrifying Rosen’s body, which had been modified into more than 80% machinery under the black robe, was.
“Take me to his mansion. I want to see what my little apprentice would look like as a magic puppet,” Sanders said to Rosen.
Rosen glanced at Bogula in the illusion. The arrangement of the illusion was very profound, and it would be difficult for him to break it with his power. However, he could vaguely feel that this illusion should only have the ability to trap people and not hurt them.
Sanders’ meaning was already obvious, and Rosen was silent for a moment: “Alright.”
As long as he could cease the fighting, he didn’t mind losing some face.
Just as the two of them were preparing to leave, a weaker energy force broke through their defenses.
Rosen frowned, as he was not unfamiliar with this energy fluctuation; it belonged to his old friend Midora’s student: “Mad Bear” Sabo. The reason for his frown was that despite having given orders not to enter this area, Sabo had defied them.
“Phantom Master, please stop!” Sabo rushed into the defensive line and immediately saw Bogula, who was covered in countless injuries within the illusion.
He hadn’t expected that handling a simple neighborhood disturbance would lead to such a change in such a short time.
Thinking about the mission Midora had assigned him, and how he hadn’t completed it smoothly, Sabo felt extremely anxious.
“Angel is unharmed; Bogula hasn’t done anything to him,” Sabo hurriedly approached Sanders and respectfully said: “Phantom Master, we meet again.”
Sanders raised an eyebrow, recognizing Sabo’s identity: “You say Angel is fine?”
Sabo nodded: “Yes, Angel is safe now. He was taken to the Magic Potion Hut by my mentor, where they are discussing alchemy insights. He is definitely unharmed. Please spare Bogula.”
Sanders looked deeply at Sabo, who intentionally revealed his emotions, showing Sanders that he wasn’t lying.
Sanders nodded and looked at Rosen: “It seems we won’t need to trouble the Beast Emperor.”
Seeing the situation taking a turn, Rosen’s heart eased a bit: “No problem.”
Then, Sanders turned to Sabo: “Take me to see Angel.”
Seeing Sabo still hesitating, Sanders understood his concerns: “Bogula will be fine. When I see Angel, the illusion will naturally disappear.”
After hesitating for a moment, Sabo nodded at Rosen’s prompting and replied: “Alright, Phantom Master, please follow me.”