Chapter 488 On the Verge of Eruption <TOC> Chapter 490 Early Sacrifice
Translator: SumTLMan
Due to a momentary lapse in attention, Angel missed the natural smoke barrier.
And he began to fall continuously, even seemingly about to fall into the lava lake.
Angel furrowed his brow, constructing a model in his mental space and creating a wind tornado beneath his feet.
He wanted to use this wind tornado to rush into the nearby smoke and cast the Misty Illusion, obscuring the view of the fish swarm, and then escape.
However, he made a small mistake during the process of casting the wind tornado.
The wind tornado was cast smoothly, but the direction was slightly off, and as a result, he was likely to hit the magical formation that limited the Ink Touch King, heading towards the upright light pillar.
He didn’t know what the light pillar was, but that huge octopus—presumably the Ink Touch King—would be severed in half if its tentacles touched the light pillar, showing the power of the light pillar.
“Angel, danger! Don’t go near the light pillar!” At this moment, a familiar voice entered his ears.
He glanced over and surprisingly found Cherie standing behind the group of people, yelling at him.
Angel understood that the light pillar must be problematic and immediately prepared to use the wind tornado again. But by this time, he had already fallen into the Ink Touch King’s pressure range, and he felt his movements and magical power becoming sluggish. The energy around him was chaotic, making it impossible to cast his spell.
However, although the Ink Touch King’s current strength may have exceeded the Wizard level, its control over pressure was fortunately not yet at the Wizard level. Otherwise, the effect would be more than just slowed movements, like when Angel was under Isabella’s pressure and couldn’t even move.
As long as he could move, Angel still saw hope. Since he couldn’t cast the wind tornado, Angel simply opted to use his soul to leave his body again.
On the other side, when they saw someone falling from the sky, everyone, including Carvelyn and Sunisha, was shocked that someone would dare to enter at this time.
They were about to determine who the newcomer was when Cherie, who had been keeping herself separate from the others, suddenly called out the newcomer’s name.
Angel.
Half a month ago, none of them had heard of this name. But in the past half a month, this name had frequently appeared in their conversations after meals, either as sarcasm, contempt, or jealousy.
Out of disdain for someone “with connections,” and the gossip magazines that praised Angel as a young leader, the obvious outcome was a backlash against the praise. Furthermore, Angel only existed in rumors, living a reclusive life without any real accomplishments, so naturally, they didn’t think much of him.
If Angel were as true and real as Jiebo, with a reputation to match, perhaps they would accept that reputation, even if it were infamous.
But Angel keeps a low profile, with neither infamy nor notoriety, but rather a hint of cowardice.
So when Cherie mentioned the name, most people’s eyes were filled with hostility.
But when they saw Angel about to fall into the demonic energy formation, they couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy, as if Angel’s demise today might be their future.
But at the critical moment, Angel’s speed suddenly became as fast as lightning. One second they were about to fall into the beam of light, and the next second, they appeared a hundred meters away.
What kind of speed was that? It was difficult to see with the naked eye.
More importantly, how could Angel achieve such speed under the pressure?
After Angel escaped the range of the light pillar, Cherie breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to tell Angel to stay away from the Ink Touch King’s range. Since their speed was extraordinary, escaping should be no problem.
But at this moment, Luna, the little black cat sitting at the end of the broomstick, suddenly trembled, looked up at the sky, and let out an alarmed “meow.”
Some people looked up in confusion, following Luna’s gaze, and their eyes widened in shock.
“So… so many…”
“So many what? You mean the sky is… ” the words trailed off as another person was taken aback.
As if by a contagious reaction, everyone looked up at the sky, their faces filled with horror.
What kind of scene was this?
In the wizarding world, there was a famous painting called —Apocalypse—. The author of this painting was a mysterious wizard, known as “Magic Painter,” who could connect the two-dimensional and three-dimensional worlds through his brush, a wizard who had walked the path of true knowledge.
His painting, —Apocalypse—, was a classic illustration in the Frost Moon Alliance’s journal —Plane Conquest Chronicles—. It depicted the disaster scene of the Sun Demon descending upon the Southern Region ten thousand years ago, causing the upheaval of heaven and earth, and the end of the world.
The sky was filled with bloody demons showing ferocious expressions, like a sinister black cloud weighing heavily on the world. In front of the black cloud stood a figure with an indistinguishable face. This person emitted a faint glow and was the protagonist of the disaster — The Great Sun Demon. With a wave of their hand, the black cloud roiled, and the earth sank into darkness.
This painting, —Apocalypse—, was a classic, and no wizard in the Southern Region was unaware of it.
And now, the current scene resembled that of the —Apocalypse— in the painting.
Countless magical fish swarmed and rolled like a tide. Among them were giant whales spanning the sky and phosphorescent jellyfish; the smaller ones shone with silver-scaled armor, glittering brilliantly.
These magical fish occupied the entire sky, forming a dark cloud that weighed heavily on everyone’s nerves.
Their target was none other than Angel! Greedy, bloodthirsty, and angry gazes were all focused on Angel.
Even if Angel could not imitate the “Great Demon of the Rising Sun,” this scene reminded everyone of the —Apocalypse—.
“Terrifying… To have attracted so many magical fish and still managed to escape until now… Is this Sanders’ apprentice?”
Imagine if it were you with such a terrifying school of fish following behind. You would probably be torn to pieces in an instant.
As everyone marveled at Angel’s ability to stir up trouble, some looked at the direction Angel had come from – the sky. Led by Freud, these people silently stared at the sky, seemingly thinking about something.
What did descending from the sky imply?
Even Hermes had a glint in his eye, secretly pondering something.
“This guy, did he poke a fish nest? Such a nuisance.” Suddenly, an obviously displeased voice came over. Everyone turned to see Cherie, who had mounted her broom and taken to the sky. Ignoring the pressure, she flew towards Angel…
Returning to Angel’s perspective, he had escaped the pillar of light, but at the same time, the army of fish trailing behind had closed in.
The most urgent matter now was how to get rid of these fish.
Continuing to run with his physical body was not a big problem, but he felt that his soul power was being excessively consumed. Although the Soul Bead could make up for it, it could not last forever. Moreover, he had already drunk three bowls of witch’s soup to maintain his soul state. Each time he returned to his body, he felt slightly uncomfortable. After all, the main purpose of the witch’s soup was to face bloodline wizards and help them maintain their physical vitality after consuming a lot of energy.
Though it was possible to nourish the body after the soul leaves, it was not the main function. Angel had not consumed physical energy but had taken a large amount of witch’s soup, which might have led to an excessive amount of energy in his body. Angel had not yet injected the bloodline, and the saying “the void does not receive nourishment” probably described his current situation.
He must quickly resolve his current situation, or Angel would “nourish” himself to death by drinking too much witch’s soup.
As Angel was pondering a strategy, the Ink Touch King roared loudly again.
This time, even in his soul state, Angel felt dizzy for a moment.
When he came to his senses, he found that the magic energy formation’s light pillar was nearly destroyed, and most of the Ink Touch King had crawled out of it.
Angel glanced at the escaping Ink Touch King and the tide of fish above his head, and suddenly had an idea.
However, time was tight if he wanted to implement this plan.
As Angel was considering his options, Cherie suddenly appeared, riding her broom: “Come on, let’s go!”
Angel was surprised that Cherie could also ignore the pressure, but she had helped him. He nodded, his soul returned to his body, and then he grabbed the broom handle.
Cherie was about to make a full-force sprint, taking Angel away.
But Angel pointed at the Ink Touch King’s right horn: “Take me there!”
Cherie hesitated, not knowing what Angel was planning.
“Twenty seconds, give me twenty seconds!” Angel’s eyes were filled with determination.
After some thought, Cherie didn’t ask any questions and took Angel to the designated location.
Angel wanted to create a large-scale illusion, which had to envelop the Ink Touch King. But the Ink Touch King was too big, so he had to create illusion nodes at multiple locations to cover him.
If he acted alone, he would need to return to his body to cast the illusion nodes. However, to create the next illusion node, he would need to use the Mysterious Soul Whisper to leave his body. This would cause a time constraint, but with Cherie’s help, he could skip the step of leaving his body.
Angel calculated the time, and they visited four locations in succession. Dozens of illusion nodes surrounded the Ink Touch King layer by layer.
The Ink Touch King’s gaze had been fixed on Sunisha, so it didn’t notice the small ant plotting against it…
Twenty seconds later, Angel looked at the approaching tide of fish.
He thanked Cherie: “Thanks!”
Under Cherie’s puzzled gaze, Angel leaped into the air.
Using himself as the core, he activated all the illusion nodes. In an instant, a misty illusion that spread for thousands of miles enveloped the Ink Touch King layer by layer.
At the same time, the tide of fish also rushed into the mist.
On one side were the fish, and on the other side was the Ink Touch King.
Angel’s plan was to let them fight each other, and as long as chaos was created, it would be easy for him to escape. But there was a prerequisite: they had to lose their basic judgment.
What Angel could think of was his own talent.
He planned to forcefully twist the perception of the fish tide within the illusion.
Chapter 488 On the Verge of Eruption <TOC> Chapter 490 Early Sacrifice