Chapter 503 Seamless Cooperation <TOC> Chapter 505 Freud's Grudge
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Translator: SumTLMan
Angel sprinted all the way back to the slope of the trench. Considering the size of the octopus, it would be quite difficult for it to come here.
Once Angel entered the trench with a width less than 100 meters, he allowed his soul to return to his body. Since there was no time to recover his mental power, he took another Soul Bead to slowly restore his mental strength. He then swam with Cherie towards the end of the trench.
During this process, Cherie also gradually recovered some strength and could move on her own.
However, her face was pale, and her lips were slightly blue. She looked very sick.
“Are you sure you’re okay after failing the Soul Challenge?” Angel asked worriedly: “Or should I take you with me?”
Cherie shook her head: “No need, I’m basically fine now. Failing the Soul Challenge doesn’t matter. Losing a Source Fire, I can still capture another one later.”
Cherie spoke lightly, but only she knew how difficult it was to capture the True Path Meditation Lamp Source Fire again.
Seeing Cherie’s insistence, Angel didn’t say anything more. Instead, he focused on the corpse of the Ger race member he held in his hand. He sensed that it had already died, but the octopus had preserved the body well, showing no signs of decay.
He wondered what significance this member of the Ger race had to the giant octopus and why it carried it with it.
Cherie also looked over at this time and took out a portable oil lamp. With the bright flame, she illuminated the figure of the Ger race member clearly.
It was a male Ger with a fierce face, but it was already considered acceptable in terms of human aesthetics as depicted in the original mural.
He wore a somewhat tattered gray linen cloth on his upper body. On the remaining rotten cloth, some patterns could be vaguely seen.
Angel thought it was a decorative pattern, but Cherie was certain: “This is a kind of communication symbol, probably a form of primitive pictographic text.”
“Let me see what it says.” Cherie said, her eyes filled with magical power.
As Cherie used her linguistic skills to decipher the patterns on the cloth, Angel showed a relieved expression. Fortunately, Cherie had come to find him, or he would have missed too much information.
If he were alone, he wouldn’t have been able to interpret these messages with his abilities.
This Purification Garden trial seemed to test not only survival skills and strength but also the accumulation of a wizard’s knowledge, which happened to be Angel’s weakness.
In a short while, Cherie rubbed her eyebrows and said in a tired voice: “This is a sacrificial prayer text specifically for rituals. Its purpose is to offer this member of the Ger race as a sacrifice to a creature named Arketipo. Many of the texts praise the majesty of Arketipo.”
Cherie gave a brief translation.
“According to the text, the giant octopus is Arketipo, right?” Angel said.
“It should be.” Cherie continued: “The prayer text doesn’t provide many clues, at most revealing the identity of the octopus and the name of its race: Light Budan.”
After shifting their focus from the prayer text, they once again turned their attention to Light.
Angel remembered that the race with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a fish was ranked first among all totems. In a strictly hierarchical civilization, this race called Light might be a noble class in their community. Unfortunately, in the end, they died as a sacrifice to their people.
With no other notable features on the exterior of Light, Angel and Cherie’s gaze finally converged on its chest.
The Sword of Mer was the heart scale of Light.
Angel tore open Light’s robe, revealing its bare chest.
Indeed, as described in the text, there were four sword-shaped scales at its heart, and in the bright light of the fire, the scales were clearly golden with a lustrous sheen.
With a gentle flick, Angel removed the scales.
Upon removing the heart scales, Angel discovered that they were actually paired. Two scales combined formed a Sword of Mer.
While Angel was tinkering with the Sword of Mer, Cherie focused on Light’s chest, where four small bloody holes appeared after the heart scales had been removed.
Cherie pondered: “I remember in the totem you showed me, the race with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a fish had four points on their chest. I didn’t think much about it at first, but now it seems that it means that this race has four heart scales?”
With Cherie’s reminder, Angel recalled the scene he had seen: “The ones with a human upper body and fish lower body indeed had four dots on their chest; those with a human side body and fish side body had three dots, those with a human lower body and fish upper body had two dots, and the rest had only one dot… If the number of dots represents the number of scales, then our luck isn’t bad. We can just combine two Swords of Mer, one for each of us.”
Angel handed one Sword of Mer to Cherie and kept the other for himself.
When Cherie received the Sword of Mer, she said indifferently: “It seems that the number of heart scales represents the rank of the race. At the same time, we can infer that the higher the rank, the fewer the corresponding races; conversely, most races should have only one heart scale.”
At this point, Cherie sneered: “Sky Mechanical City has made a good calculation. In the end, the majority of the apprentices will only be able to obtain one heart scale. To create a Sword of Mer, they either have to continue searching for more races or…”
“Rob others.”
…
Now that they had the Sword of Mer, another problem arose: how to find the final Altar of Demise using the Sword of Mer?
As Angel pondered the use of the Sword of Mer, Cherie suddenly paused and extinguished the fire of the oil lamp she was holding. The surroundings instantly darkened, and as Angel was puzzled by Cherie’s actions, he noticed a faint white light flickering in the distance.
In the place where the white light flickered, it was precisely the location of the Undersea Watchtower they had left not long ago.
Angel clearly remembered that when they left the Watchtower, the light had been extinguished. But now that the light appeared again, it seemed that another group of guests had arrived at the Watchtower.
“Is it a frogskin monster or someone else?” Angel communicated.
“Why not go and see for ourselves?” Cherie suggested.
Angel also agreed to go and check, as if it were a frogskin monster, they could capture it and ask about the usage of the Sword of Mer. With this in mind, the two quietly reached a consensus and stealthily approached the Watchtower.
Darkness provided natural camouflage, and they successfully approached within 100 meters of the Watchtower.
Angel remembered that the last time he encountered the round fortress underwater, the frogskin monster had discovered him from 100 meters away. But now there was no sign of movement. Could it be that the guests at the Watchtower were not frogskin monsters?
As Angel pondered, Cherie suddenly said: “It’s not the Ger race; it’s humans. Luna heard the sound of the common language coming from inside.”
Since it wasn’t the Ger race, the two instantly lost interest. However, Angel still planned to go and see, just in case he happened to meet Nausica. Although he wasn’t sure if Nausica had successfully reached the Purification Sea.
Cherie didn’t want to go, so she stayed behind to rest. Angel activated Boundless Silence and silently approached the Watchtower.
As Angel got closer, he suddenly heard a shout from inside the Watchtower: “This is mine now! You should just die!”
An act of robbery? Curiosity flashed in Angel’s eyes, and at the same time, he faintly felt that the voice sounded familiar.
Accompanied by a massive surge of energy, a resentful scream came from inside: “Isio!”
Isio? Angel’s mind immediately flashed the image of a man in a cloak. It was Isio, who had formed a team with Daniel and others!
The scream, Angel recalled, seemed to be from a guy named Freud.
An internal conflict? From the tone, it seemed like Isio wanted to snatch something. Angel pondered for a moment and decided to leave. He could sense that there were only two energy reactions inside the Watchtower, which should be Isio and Freud. He didn’t know either of them and didn’t want to get involved in others’ conflicts, as it would be too troublesome.
But just as Angel turned to leave, Isio’s hoarse and unpleasant voice came: “Who’s there?”
As Angel wondered why his Boundless Silence had failed again, a gust of wind carrying a strong bloody smell attacked him from behind.
Angel dodged the attack with a sidestep and looked back to see Isio, who had somehow reached the top of the Watchtower, surrounded by a large amount of blood in the water vapor.
Angel’s figure gradually became visible.
When Isio saw the person clearly, his pupils shrank, and his brows frowned: “It’s you!”
Isio paused, the corner of his mouth revealing a mocking smile: “I didn’t expect Sanders’ disciple to have the habit of eavesdropping. It was fine in the wilderness that time, but what explanation do you have for this time?”
Angel didn’t expect to be discovered by Isio, and from Isio’s tone, it seemed that he had discovered more than once. The last time he followed Daniel to their gathering place, he was actually discovered too?
Angel lost confidence in “Boundless Silence” once again.
It was fine to be discovered by the frogskin monster and Arketipo, as it was easy to expose his position in the water even if he weakened his presence. However, he was discovered by other apprentices before entering the Purification Sea, and now it was pointed out, making Angel feel helpless and somewhat embarrassed.
“I saw a light here, so I came to take a look. I didn’t deliberately eavesdrop.” Angel took a step back voluntarily. In the unpredictable and dangerous Purification Sea, saving a bit of magic power was important.
Angel’s voluntary concession made Isio’s expression slightly better. He actually didn’t want to offend Angel, as Angel had saved them in the lava zone, and Angel’s background was very strong.
Thinking about this, Isio spoke coldly: “In that case, I won’t see you off.”
Angel nodded and turned to walk into the darkness. But he hadn’t gone far when Luna, the black cat, suddenly appeared from the side, meowing and placing her paw right next to Angel’s foot.
Before Angel could figure out the situation, Luna moved her paw away, revealing a small, iridescent bug with a triangular back in his sight.
“A third-level Rainbow Siphon Worm?!” Even if Angel didn’t know much about magical insects, he had heard of this highly poisonous and highly hidden killer. Its poison could even kill a wizard apprentice who had been injected with bloodlines!
If it weren’t for Luna being nearby this time, he would have been attacked by the Rainbow Siphon Worm, and his body definitely wouldn’t be able to withstand its attack.
Thinking of this, Angel felt a chill and looked coldly at Isio.
“What do you mean by this?”
Isio also looked gloomy, staring at the black cat Luna. The presence of this cat meant that the heir of the House of Lilith was nearby.
“It means nothing, just a precaution. I didn’t let it attack, did I?” Isio shrugged.
Just as Angel was about to speak, a translucent figure suddenly ran out of the watchtower.
“Don’t believe his words, he discovered the Sword of Mer on you!”
Chapter 503 Seamless Cooperation <TOC> Chapter 505 Freud's Grudge