Chapter 509 Diverting the Disaster Elsewhere <TOC> Chapter 511 Lasting Night Caracal Cat
Translator: SumTLMan
Under Cherie’s almost threatening interrogation, Coral repeated nervously: “Jiebo… Jiebo.”
Cherie muttered the name to herself: “Jiebo, Jiebo, finally, I hear news of you. I said before that I would kill you in the Purification Garden…” Her expression turned ferocious, and her eyes were filled with intense hatred.
The seemingly tangible hatred made Coral and Angel exchange glances.
“How do I find Jiebo? Tell me.” Cherie finally regained some sanity after a bout of crazed muttering. However, to Angel, this was just another manifestation of madness, more subtle and repressed.
Coral shook her head, about to say she didn’t know, but Cherie’s terrifying gaze made her swallow and hesitantly say: “I don’t know; but maybe those two witches know… They were hired by Jiebo and wanted to capture Hilary, so they must know Jiebo’s location!”
Cherie stared intently at Coral, who looked back in terror.
Convinced that Coral wasn’t lying, Cherie let go of her collar: “That person named Hilary actually hurt Jiebo? Good. For this reason, I can help you save people! And the two witches you mentioned are attacking Hilary? Perfect, I’ll catch them all in one swoop!”
Cherie’s words left Coral bewildered. She thought Angel might agree to save Nausica, as they were friends. But to her surprise, after her nervous confession, it was Cherie who agreed first!
Angel was also speechless. He had been thinking about how to persuade Cherie to split up and act separately, with him going to save Nausica and her heading to the Land of Demise. But because this involved “Jiebo,” Cherie turned out to be more aggressive than he was.
However, Angel understood Cherie’s actions.
Jiebo’s mentor, the ‘Sea God’ of Song of the Deep Sea, Florence, was the culprit who killed Cherie’s parents. How could she not seek revenge for the murder of her father and mother?
But with Cherie’s current strength, she couldn’t possibly kill Florence. With revenge out of reach, Cherie shifted her hatred to Jiebo.
Jiebo, the Son of the Ocean. Although he was ostensibly Florence’s favorite disciple, there were rumors that Jiebo was actually related to Florence, perhaps as a child or grandchild, but no one knew for sure.
Although the rumors might not be credible, Cherie, with her “condition,” wouldn’t seek confirmation. She would just believe that Jiebo was the Sea God’s relative. The Sea God killed my family, I can’t kill you, but I can kill your relatives!
Jiebo, thus, became Cherie’s number one enemy in her paranoid mind.
“Alright, since Cherie is going too, even though our goals are different, we have reached a consensus for now,” Angel paused: “But before that, we need to solve another problem.”
Angel turned his head, looking into the darkness.
There was a strong presence there, quickly approaching.
As the newcomer’s figure appeared, Angel’s pupils contracted. He was not unfamiliar with this person – the tied-up black hair, the cold, sharp demeanor, and the signature silver sword all indicated his identity.
“Saladin,” Angel whispered his name, barely audible to himself.
Saladin stopped, seeing his target: the large creature that must be recovered and the annoying girl, Coral. At the same time, he saw two other people, and although he was not well-versed in worldly matters, he was not unfamiliar with their identities either.
Cherie of the House of Lilith, and the recently famous new disciple of the Phantom Master, Angel.
Last time, Angel wore a hood, so Saladin did not recognize him. However, he did notice the anomaly of the “Heavenly Eye.” This time, before entering the Purification Garden, Angel had crafted a special tool to place the Heavenly Eye, so Saladin could not link him to the hooded man he had seen before.
Saladin did not know Cherie and Angel’s intentions, but his goal was clear. If they stood in his way, he would have to settle it through a fight.
“I’ll give you one last chance. Just hand it over to me, and I’ll let you go,” Saladin ignored Angel and Cherie, his gaze fixed on Coral and his sword pointed at the large creature, Gank.
When it came to Gank’s ownership, Coral immediately shook her head and gritted her teeth: “Absolutely not! You wizards are not only treacherous but utterly unreasonable!”
“Since you won’t listen, then both you and it will turn to dust!” Saladin drew his sword, a cold light flashing across the blade as the surrounding seawater began to surge.
“Is he from the Extreme Sect?” Cherie’s eyes flashed with disgust: “Has he become a lackey of Jiebo?”
Coral shook her head: “Probably not. We encountered him midway. He’s been insistent on recovering Gank, even though we had already registered. They simply don’t recognize it!”
“Nausica and I barely escaped from the Tulip Palace, looking for a place to heal and save Hilary. But Saladin appeared out of nowhere with a large school of flying fish, and in the chaos, I got separated from Nausica,” Coral said angrily. If it weren’t for her injury at the Tulip Palace, she wouldn’t have been so helpless in front of Saladin, causing Nausica to be lost as well.
Hearing that Saladin and Jiebo didn’t have a strong connection, Cherie lost her desire to fight. However, for Angel’s sake, she stood by Coral’s side.
Angel stepped forward, facing Saladin.
“Do you intend to protect this otherworldly creature?” Saladin’s expression remained cold, but there was a flicker of anger in his eyes. “You should know that the World Will does not allow otherworldly creatures to enter the Wizarding World. Your actions are tantamount to making an enemy of the World Will.”
Angel, who originally disliked the Extreme Sect and had a natural aversion to Saladin, felt annoyed by his words. He felt as if Saladin was already putting a label on him before the fight even began. Saladin lifted himself to the side of justice, using it as an excuse to do what he felt was morally justifiable.
“Finished fooling yourself with that excuse? Feeling better now?” Angel calmly said, then sneered coldly: “I’d like to see what would happen to me if I killed you. Am I making an enemy of the World Will?”
As he spoke, the illusion nodes that Angel had already scattered around the area suddenly erupted, surrounding Saladin.
Saladin had willingly entered the encirclement of the illusion nodes, making escape impossible.
Trapped in the illusion, Saladin immediately sensed a familiar presence, the feeling of being so close yet unable to escape!
“It was you who let them go on the Champagne Road! It was you!”
“It was me.” Angel’s voice entered the dense mist of the illusion: “You have been longing to punish and reclaim otherworldly creatures, haven’t you? Then you must pass my test first.”
It seemed as if he was speaking for Gank, but only he knew that all his emotions in this sentence were channeled through Gank and actually speaking for another person, Jon.
“You’re aiding the enemy!” Saladin said coldly, then stopped paying attention to Angel. He swung his sword at the mist, trying to disperse it with this method.
Saladin clearly hadn’t systematically learned how to break illusions, and his current approach seemed clumsy.
But, it worked.
Angel’s illusion was set up in the water, which was a flowing liquid. Saladin’s attacks carried a certain energy wave, causing a large amount of seawater to be displaced at high speeds. When the power of the ocean reached a certain limit, the waves and currents alone would be enough to destroy the illusion nodes.
Angel found that Saladin’s several attacks had caused water tornadoes, destroying several crucial illusion nodes.
If this continued, Saladin would soon break free from the illusion.
“Do you need my help?” Cherie also noticed the situation. Usually, she and Angel worked well together – one creating the illusion while the other burned enemies with dark fire. The enemy had no time to think about how to break the illusion nodes before they were reduced to ashes. But Angel seemed to be struggling on his own.
“No need.” Angel refused, as the people of the Extreme Sect were madmen. It would be better to involve fewer people in the trouble.
Although Angel didn’t have Cherie’s help, he still faced Saladin fearlessly.
Saladin’s strength could only increase continuously when he fell into a state of madness; however, madness required a long warm-up period, and the current state of Saladin might not even be able to defeat Isio.
As the illusion was about to collapse, Saladin’s eyes began to turn red, gradually entering a state of madness.
Angel extended his finger and gently pointed in the direction of Saladin. Accompanied by an undetectable nightmare aura and a complete spell, he launched it into Saladin’s brow.
The advanced version of Fear Spell, Nightmare Fear Spell!
Under the deterrent of the Nightmare Fear Spell, Saladin’s eyes suddenly became bewildered.
He suddenly found that the surrounding environment had changed, and he had arrived at a very familiar place, Paramjit Plateau. He once ambushed and killed a group of nearly a hundred otherworldly creatures here. Although they were legally registered, the world’s will wanted to eliminate otherworldly creatures, even if they were on the conservative faction’s registry, it could not be a reason for otherworldly creatures to enter the wizarding world!
But they have already been killed by me, why do they appear here again… wait, have they really been killed by me? Am I here to kill them now?
I am not in the Purification Garden… No, I am supposed to kill people now, to kill these otherworldly insects!
Killing one, two, three… Blood kept splashing on his face, the hot feeling told him that this was real. The strange Purification Garden was illusory!
Saladin kept killing, one person after another, but the more he killed, the more something seemed off. Why were there so many people?
In the eyes of others, after Saladin fell into the Fear Spell, he began to wave his long sword non-stop. In just a few swings, the misty illusion was broken by him, but he was completely trapped in his own world, unable to extricate himself.
“What’s going on? It’s obviously your fault!”
“Don’t come over… Why are there more and more…”
“Ah! What is the black shadow in the sky… No, this is a demon, not the world’s will. It’s a demon, not the world’s will.”
Saladin became increasingly distraught, not knowing what he saw, muttering repeatedly: “Demon, not the World Will.”
Just as Angel was about to listen carefully to his words, Saladin suddenly shouted: “It really is the World Will, not a demon, it’s coming…”
Then, Saladin suddenly took out a scroll from his hand.
As Angel wondered what it was, Saladin tore the scroll, and he vanished on the spot.
“Teleportation scroll?!” Angel was shocked. Each of these scrolls was extremely valuable. Crafting them required a very rare space-based talent and a master-level understanding of runic magic. These two conditions made teleportation scrolls almost extinct in the market!
What on earth had Saladin seen that made him use the teleportation scroll?
From his tone, the last thing he saw was the World Will?
However, didn’t he firmly believe that the World Will was on his side? Why would he fear it then?
The Fear Spell is, in essence, a way to guide the opponent to manifest their deepest fears. Could it be that Saladin had always harbored a hidden fear that his radical beliefs were actually wrong?
Angel couldn’t know for sure, but since Saladin had left, the truth of the matter was no longer that important.
Chapter 509 Diverting the Disaster Elsewhere <TOC> Chapter 511 Lasting Night Caracal Cat