Chapter 609 A New Interstitial Space <TOC> Chapter 611 Aesthetics of Slaughter
Translator: SumTLMan
The number of such Nightmare Plane strongholds is increasing. Are they planning to gradually devour the Wizarding World? However, there are many worlds connected to the Nightmare Plane, so it shouldn’t be focused only on the Wizarding World, right?
“Quite nice, the feeling here is pretty good, and it should be a good stronghold,” Angel nodded and followed Foxx’s suggestion, saying: “But there are so many humans here, it’s really noisy.”
As Angel finished speaking, Foxx suddenly stretched out its pale claw to cover its mouth and laughed softly, then cast a flirtatious glance at Frogg.
Angel, puzzled, stopped and looked at Frogg.
Frogg, somewhat embarrassed, straightened its slightly curled hair and cleared its throat twice: “Without the Moonlight shining and without the Queen’s favor, my singing is a bit weak, so I…ribbit.”
Foxx laughed, its big tail sweeping everywhere: “Actually, he just wants people to applaud his singing, so he gathered all these people.”
Angel finally understood and nodded after a while: “Indeed, artists need an audience.”
Frogg puffed out its chest, very satisfied with Angel’s title for it—Artist.
“Originally, I wanted to continue listening to the compositions of the two artists… However, with such noise, it’s not suitable for carefully appreciating the works,” Angel observed their expressions and chose his words carefully: “Moreover, how could such elegant music be shared with a bunch of commoners…”
Having said so much, how could they not understand what Angel meant?
Frogg thought about it and seemed to agree: “Ribbit, Your Highness Shava has a point. These commoners won’t understand the noble and elegant songs I recite!”
As it spoke, Frogg said to Foxx: “Then drive them away and offer Your Highness Shava a quiet concert.”
Foxx half-bowed to Angel: “As you wish.”
Foxx lifted the harp, propped it against his chin, and gently plucked the strings with its claws, creating beautiful music. A series of white threads emerged from the harp, forming a giant fox shadow, which then flew to the dark vortex in the sky.
Not knowing what the fox shadow did in the vortex, a path immediately opened on the road behind them.
Angel looked back and clearly saw the lamp outside the path, emitting a faint light.
“Ribbit, you all leave here quickly, haven’t you heard that our Highness Shava is already annoyed with you? This means the Queen doesn’t want her gaze to fall on you either,” Frogg shouted loudly, its voice so loud that it reached everyone’s ears.
The next moment, the surging crowd walked towards them.
Perhaps it was due to “Shava’s Disgust” that their movements became somewhat normal, as they quickly ran towards the exit.
“Let them go slower, I plan to select a few pleasing assistants… servants from within,” Angel said somewhat nervously.
Judging from their previous attitude and Shava’s position in the “Song of Praise,” Shava’s status should not be low, even ranked between “Queen” and “Moonlight.” It seemed that Shava’s status was higher than that of Frogg and Foxx, so Angel tried to use a negotiating tone, stating his own request and testing their bottom line regarding “Shava.”
Frogg’s reaction was to nod immediately, ordering everyone to slow down and come before Angel for inspection before leaving.
Foxx also nodded in agreement, without any doubt.
This attempt gave Angel a little more insight into “Shava’s” status. His performance was still somewhat immature, but the other party completely accepted it. Angel estimated that in the Nightmare Plane, Shava probably had little contact with Foxx and Frogg; otherwise, they should have sensed the change in character.
Furthermore, Angel speculated that as long as “Shava’s” demands did not violate the Queen’s orders and the general trend, they might accept them.
Although this was speculation, it should be quite accurate judging from their performance.
With Frogg’s order, the group of running people immediately slowed down, one by one crossing the road and heading outside the domain.
Angel stood in the air, carefully observing the departing crowd. Toby was sent down by Angel, hovering above the crowd, holding a lantern to illuminate their faces.
Various faces slowly walked out. Under the light, their expressions looked bizarre and hideous, sometimes even unrecognizable by friends and family. But Angel recognized people only by their features, such as recognizing Nausica only by the mechanical arm he crafted.
Toby recognized people by their aura.
So, changes in appearance could not hinder their recognition of people.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and a gray aura picked out a small bean sprout from the crowd. It was a little girl making a grimace, wearing a red and green robe, which clearly didn’t fit her as it was meant for adults.
After being caught by Angel, the little girl looked fearful.
“Coral,” Angel called her name in his heart, then said to her: “Stand behind me, and don’t run.”
The parasitized Princess Coral was terrified but still listened to Angel’s words and retreated behind him.
“Coral is here, but where is her big friend?” Angel looked around curiously, but did not find any trace of Gank.
After a while, Angel picked a woman with strangely twisted limbs, straight toes, and blue curly hair from the crowd. This person was indeed Hilary. From Hilary’s appearance, it was evident that she had been parasitized, but even though she was parasitized, she was still asleep… It seemed that the drawbacks of her incredible talent could not be broken by the parasites.
After placing the sleeping Hilary next to Coral, Angel continued to search. Since Hilary and Coral were here, Angel estimated that Nausica should also be here, but more than ten minutes had passed, and they had already left tens of thousands of people, but Angel had not yet found any trace of Nausica.
Could it be that Nausica did not actually enter this interlayer space?
Just as Angel was becoming suspicious, Toby suddenly let out a cry, manipulating the Gravity Lines, and a very curvaceous woman jumped out of the crowd. Angel looked at the woman with a twisted expression in confusion and asked Toby: “Who is this…?”
As Toby was about to explain, the woman’s expression suddenly became clearer, and she fiercely slapped toward Angel’s chest! Angel, who was initially focusing on Toby, was caught off guard and almost got hit by the slap. Fortunately, he was covered with Gravity Lines, which allowed him to retreat in time.
After the dust settled, Angel’s figure appeared ten meters away, while the woman let out a scream. A white thread pierced through the woman’s palm and into her collarbone, passing through her clavicle.
Foxx, playing the harp, flew into the air: “Your Highness Shava, are you alright? This person’s soul is different and has deceived the parasites to coexist with her.”
A different soul? Angel carefully examined the woman’s face. Without the twisted expression, the woman’s face became much clearer. Unlike her graceful figure, her face was square, and faint blue stubble could be seen on her mouth, making her look like a person with a gender identity issue.
A gender-ambiguous appearance… Angel suddenly thought of someone. “You are Hookedick!” The woman’s eyes flashed with panic; she was indeed Hookedick, or at least she used to be. However, she did not dare to admit her identity now, because from the current situation, it was evident that Angel was definitely related to these strange creatures.
She once obtained a secret soul spell in the Soul Earth, which allowed her to retain a bit of sanity under the threat of the parasitic creatures. She hid in the crowd, hoping to find an opportunity to escape. Unfortunately, this domain was too strange, and she couldn’t find a way to leave. She had no choice but to temporarily give her body to the parasitic creatures.
The opportunity to escape came quickly, but to her surprise, it was her sworn enemy – Angel – who created the opportunity. She was filled with resentment, but she couldn’t show it, and she let the parasitic creatures continue to move outward.
She thought that with the parasitic creatures twisting her facial features and changing her gender, Angel shouldn’t recognize her, and perhaps she still had a chance to escape alive.
As she expected, Angel indeed didn’t recognize her identity, but it was that damn bird that saw through her!
When they were in the Twilight Port Town, it was this bird that saved Angel, otherwise, Angel would have been killed by her at that time. As a result, it came to ruin her plans again!
“You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not the person you’re talking about. We’re both humans, why should we fight each other? How about letting me go?” Hookedick endured the piercing pain in her palm and chest and spoke to Angel.
She appeared calm but deliberately emphasized the phrase “both humans,” trying to sow discord between Foxx, Frogg, and Angel.
Unfortunately, her verbal provocation didn’t work.
Foxx and Frogg didn’t react, and Foxx even continued to play the mysterious harp, summoning even more white threads.
She immediately put on a tearful appearance, pleading bitterly to Angel: “I’m just a weak woman, and I didn’t mean to attack earlier. Please spare me?”
It must be said that Hookedick, infused with the Enchanting Siren Bloodline, had a bewitching power when she put on such a posture. It could even make a man overlook her hideous face and feel pity for her.
However, she chose the wrong target.
Angel currently had no physical body and was purely in a soul state, unable to produce dopamine or desire. He found Hookedick’s behavior both amusing and disgusting.
Still, he told Foxx: “Let her go.”
Foxx hesitated, not understanding why Shava would want to release this person. It and Frogg exchanged glances, both seeing the confusion in each other’s eyes.
In the end, Foxx still listened to Angel’s words and withdrew the white threads.
Hookedick’s eyes lit up, thinking that her charm had worked, and she continued to put on a pitiful appearance, calling out to Angel as “brother” non-stop.
Angel forcefully suppressed the urge to vomit and walked over step by step.
As Hookedick made a “coy” gesture, a gray aura flashed from Angel’s hand and pierced directly through Hookedick’s heart—
Chapter 609 A New Interstitial Space <TOC> Chapter 611 Aesthetics of Slaughter