Chapter 551 The Woman in the Painting <TOC> Chapter 553 Whose Right Hand
Translator: SumTLMan
Although clothed, in her eyes, the so-called clothes were nothing but an extension of the soul, and could not cover the shiny green rune.
She could clearly feel that the green rune, as it was immersed in the Nightmare Plane’s aura, was slowly proliferating, eventually covering the back of that Nightmare Watcher.
Any life from the Nightmare Plane knew that this rune meant being marked.
However, the meaning of the rune itself was not something she could know at her level. She couldn’t even see clearly who the existence corresponding to this rune was.
Perhaps, she was the most powerful in this Witch Town. But in the entire system of the Nightmare Plane, she was only at the bottom, and could only perceive these.
She didn’t even know that at the center of the green rune, there was a pure soul power, flowing gently.
Moreover, this soul power did not belong to Angel herself but flowed from a wound.
This thick soul power, on one hand, merged with Angel; on the other hand, it connected to an unknown place.
It was like a bright space beacon, giving benefits to Angel while exposing her position to some existences.
For example, at this moment.
In the central area of the Nightmare Plane, in the boundless darkness and chaos, a flash point slowly took shape.
It was an area that had been asleep for an unknown amount of time, but it was gradually awakened due to the pulsating soul power.
The originally black and white estate began to slowly show colors at this moment.
In this strange estate drifting in the chaos, a small but exquisite room suddenly emitted a breath. And this breath was gradually intensifying.
As the perspective zoomed in, it turned out that this breath came from the bed.
To be precise, it came from the deep blue ice coffin on the bed.
The ice coffin was slowly pushed open, and with a rich fragrance, a slender and fair hand stretched out from the ice coffin.
…
Angel used the Gravity Lines, and like a gust of wind, rushed out of the strange cabin.
In the fog, Angel ran for a long time. If calculated solely based on his current speed and time, he had run at least hundreds of miles.
However, when he stopped, the cabin appeared before his eyes again.
He still hadn’t escaped the range of the cabin.
But what puzzled him was that the terrifying old witch did not chase him out of the cabin.
Why haven’t they caught up yet?
As Angel puzzled, he felt pain in his back again… after being thrown to the ground by the hurricane several times and enduring it through most of the night, the pain still hadn’t eased.
Rubbing his somewhat stinging back, Angel looked at the serene cabin behind him, feeling uneasy and lost about the path ahead.
Could he really escape by continuing to run into the fog? He estimated it was unlikely.
But if he didn’t run and confronted the old witch, did he have a chance of winning? The answer was still no.
Under such circumstances, what other ways did he have to leave?
The only thing he could hope for now was for Sanders to notice the anomaly here and come as soon as possible. And what he could do now was to stay as far away from the cabin as possible, biding his time for Sanders’ arrival.
As for the possibility that Sanders might not notice the anomaly here and wouldn’t make it in time, Angel didn’t want to think about it. If even this last hope failed, then there really would be no hope at all.
Angel entered the fog once more.
This time, he didn’t use Gravity Lines but walked slowly, hoping to buy more time.
But not long after Angel entered the fog, the fog of the entire Witch Town began to churn and swirl in large amounts.
A hint of surprise flashed in Angel’s eyes, and as he wondered what was going on, an unpleasant, hoarse voice came from behind him: “Marked… so what? As long as I can leave before you, no one can stop me…”
As the voice appeared, a violent gale picked up!
Before Angel could react, the hunched old witch suddenly appeared in front of him.
All the dense fog was blown towards the witch’s body by the gale.
“You can’t run anymore.”
A huge aura swirled around Angel, gradually shrinking.
Under such power, Angel was completely immobilized, and as her voice fell, he was lifted into mid-air by an invisible force. Despite his constant attempts to use Gravity Lines to break free, he had no way of dealing with such a terrifying existence.
He could only watch helplessly as he was slowly dragged in front of her.
The old witch smiled coldly.
As terror filled Angel’s eyes, she stretched out her chicken claw-like hand, her black, curved nails touching his brow.
In an instant, a massive energy began to pour into Angel’s brow.
It was a wizard-level ghost, forcibly pressing itself into Angel’s soul!
Angel could only feel that his entire body’s energy was resisting this invasion, but the difference in energy levels left him powerless, as he could only watch the energy with a clear consciousness invade his soul.
As Angel’s consciousness began to sink slowly, a strange giggle sounded from behind the old witch.
The witch suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Turning her head in fright, she saw a figure dressed in splendid attire suddenly appear behind her. Golden hair danced fiercely in the wind, covering most of the face, making it difficult to see the features. However, those pair of frightening red pupils shone brightly.
“Y-y-y-y-your Majesty!” Seeing the newcomer, the old witch was so scared that she immediately put away her tattered cloak, and like a deflated balloon, spun towards the lonely hut in the distance, plunging into the painting and disappearing.
After the old witch fled, Angel fell from mid-air and half-squatted on the ground.
In Angel’s soul, two energies were in conflict, and the witch’s energy seemed to be deliberately destroying his soul core.
The gap in energy levels was an insurmountable barrier. Even a trace of the witch’s energy was like a stubborn chronic disease, which Angel couldn’t remove, and it was constantly infecting his soul.
Under such circumstances, Angel’s consciousness began to blur slowly.
As he was about to fall unconscious, he smelled a familiar scent… it seemed like the fragrance of the Purification Law?
Within this fragrance, the foreign energy in his body began to lose its vitality slowly. Accompanied by a sharp scream, the energy seemed to lose its conscious self and was gradually expelled from the body.
The process didn’t take long. When the foreign energy was completely expelled, Angel let out a long sigh of relief.
However, at the same time, he had consumed a large amount of soul power to expel the foreign energy, and the intense feeling of weakness caused him to fall unconscious again.
Just before Angel lost consciousness, he faintly felt a cold hand grabbing him.
…
On the other end of Witch Town.
As the dense fog formed a vortex and the wild wind began to rage, Sanders, who had just stepped out of a small chapel, showed a puzzled expression on his face.
The dense fog was visibly thinning and receding at a visible rate. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation in the countless times he had entered this area of the Nightmare Plane.
Could something have gone wrong?
As the fog thinned, Sanders’ energy sensing began to grow stronger. Suddenly, a massive aura came from the distance.
Sanders looked up sharply: “Huh, is this… a wizard’s aura?”
No, at least the aura of a wizard who has stepped onto the path of true knowledge?!
Why would there be a true knowledge wizard here?
Accompanying this powerful aura was a weak, thread-like presence of a law… If it were someone else, they might not recognize it. But Sanders’ Gravity Garden had laws that were almost identical to the ones transmitted, so he realized almost instantly that it was a Gravity Line.
Upon sensing the Gravity Line, Sanders’ expression changed, and a thought rose in his heart: Angel is in trouble!
Without hesitation, Sanders strode towards the center of the energy vortex he sensed. With the fog gone, the terrain of Witch Town became clearer, allowing Sanders to see many things he couldn’t before.
For example, Sanders saw a small cabin filled with the aura of true knowledge wizards, a place he had never seen before.
And the location of Angel that he sensed was coming from behind that cabin.
Finding Angel’s location, Sanders felt a touch of absurdity in his heart.
They had thoroughly cleaned this area with Flora, so why was there an unexpected cabin? Even more absurd, why was Angel near that cabin?
It seemed like every time Angel entered the Nightmare Plane, something unexpected would happen. Last time he went to Nightfall City, he ended up in the sewer and encountered the terrifying Demon Eater Flower and his younger self; this time, Angel had gone to a cabin they had never seen before, and there was a powerful true knowledge wizard’s aura remaining in that house?!
Was it because Angel’s luck was so bad? Or was it an effect brought by the nightmare soul?
Sanders didn’t know; all he could do now was to rush to the center of the energy vortex with all his might, as he could clearly sense the intense malice in the wizard’s aura, even thicker than some chaotic wizards or rampaging wizards.
He didn’t know what trouble Angel had gotten into.
But when Sanders arrived near the cabin with all his might, he saw a “ragged cloak” spinning and rushing into the cabin.
The intense malice he felt came from that cloak.
The moment the cloak entered the cabin, the surrounding malicious aura vanished.
Sanders didn’t pay attention to the cabin and the cloak, instead swiftly moving behind the cabin.
As Sanders rushed over, his pupils shrank slightly. What was that…
Chapter 551 The Woman in the Painting <TOC> Chapter 553 Whose Right Hand