Chapter 611 Aesthetics of Slaughter <TOC> Chapter 613 A Modest Concert
Translator: SumTLMan
Bloodshot eyes, bulging veins, twisted face, and sharp, pitch-black fingernails.
Having just completed his transformation into a ghost, Hookedick began to bare his fangs and claws, loudly roaring incoherent cries of rage.
With a casual swipe of his sharp nails, several mortals around him were torn into pieces. Fresh blood from living people drenched him, and the strong smell of blood only made him happier.
As Hookedick laughed maniacally, a faint sigh came from above his head.
The ghost Hookedick looked up abruptly, his blood-red eyes fixed on the source of the sound—a young man who caused him to emanate a sense of violence from deep within his heart.
It was as if a voice was telling him: kill him, tear him apart, your purpose is to make him fall completely into the well of death.
Without consciousness, driven purely by instinct, Hookedick made a decision in that instant.
Rush forward! Kill the one who made all the energy in his body boil!
“Die—” Hookedick’s left foot stomped on the ground, causing the smooth floor to crack into a spiderweb pattern. The massive counterforce propelled him into the sky in an instant.
As he drew closer to Angel, his sharp nails danced in mid-air, and a strange black aura lingered around them.
An unpleasant smell spread around Hookedick as he moved.
“Undead poison.” Foxx’s fluffy tail swished, bringing a fragrant wind that dispelled the foul smell. Then, its eyes filled with hesitation, it asked: “Your Highness Shava should be able to handle it, right?”
After Foxx spoke, it looked at Frogg, who was secretly gathering power and closely watching Hookedick charging towards Shava.
“If you disrupt Your Highness Shava’s Aesthetic of Slaughter, I doubt they’ll come to the opera house to listen to your aria in the future,” Foxx whispered.
Frogg hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing, only letting out a long “ribbit” sound.
Angel, standing on the high ground, and ghost Hookedick, leaping from the ground towards him, created a tense atmosphere in the blink of an eye, as if even the air was slowly becoming stagnant.
The first claw, with poisonous nails, slashed towards Angel.
With a light tap of his foot, Gravity Lines lifted and shifted him.
Under the control of the Gravity Lines, Angel was completely at ease in the sky, and the vast space made him even more agile. Furthermore, his unparalleled speed made it impossible for Hookedick to hit him while he was on guard.
Angel dodged repeatedly, teasing Hookedick as if playing with a monkey.
This behavior enraged Hookedick, and the inexplicable suffocation in his heart caused him to unleash unprecedented power. The manifestation of this power was that the bulging veins on his face spread all over his body.
These veins are actually the negative energy within him that has broken the balance, and now more veins spread across, representing the activation of some dormant negative energy and its rapid proliferation.
Hookedick roared angrily, black negative energy surged out of his body, turning into a poisonous mist that enveloped several meters around him.
Moreover, this poisonous mist was constantly expanding. As long as he could get close to Angel, the negative energy-filled mist would be enough to turn Angel’s soul from a living one to a ghost one!
In the black mist, Hookedick’s bloodshot eyes could only be faintly seen. He stared at Angel, then suddenly charged!
Angel stood still, watching Hookedick’s movement.
Just as the black mist was about to approach, Toby suddenly descended from the sky, turning into a huge griffin with wings spanning more than ten meters. He fanned his wings at Hookedick, sending him to the other side with a gust of wind carrying a faint hint of fire.
Then, Toby slowly descended and circled down into Angel’s palm.
Hookedick regrouped and charged at Angel again!
But this time, Angel raised his hand, and a delicate revolver appeared in his hand.
Hookedick in the black mist had not realized the significance of the gun, and he continued to charge until Angel pulled the trigger. An invisible, fan-shaped ripple surged from the muzzle, growing larger until it completely surrounded Hookedick.
At that moment, Hookedick felt an indescribable sense of panic.
He wanted to escape the range of the ripple.
But it was too late.
The invisible ripple completely enveloped Hookedick, and the negative energy-filled black mist was slowly dissolved within the ripple, disappearing like melting wax. All negative energy vanished, and in the end, the ripple reached Hookedick and strangely merged into his body.
The nature of the ghost is the breaking of their own energy balance by negative energy. The significance of this ripple is to dissolve the negative energy through extremely low frequencies.
Once these negative energies were destroyed, the energy balance within the ghost, reconstructed by the negative energy, would be broken, and the remaining pure soul power would no longer be able to maintain the internal balance, ultimately leading to complete annihilation.
The negative energy within Hookedick disappeared at a visible speed.
Hookedick’s originally chaotic and violent eyes also gradually cleared due to the dissolution of negative energy.
“What… is this?” The remaining consciousness of Hookedick looked at himself dissipating in the wind and asked this question.
“A specialized alchemical weapon for dealing with the ghost.” Angel shook his head, showing no pity in his eyes: “If you hadn’t targeted me repeatedly, I wouldn’t have been interested in dealing with you specifically.”
Within two years, Hookedick went from being illiterate to a peak level two apprentice, even breaking through the Purification Garden and gaining unimaginable benefits. It could be said that Nisi giving him the golden invitation was entirely reasonable. Hookedick’s talent and opportunities were excellent, and with his own efforts, he might even set foot on the path of true knowledge in the future.
Indeed, in Angel’s eyes, as long as Hookedick continued to develop in this way, he could definitely become a formal wizard.
Unfortunately, Hookedick’s personality determined his life and death.
Hookedick’s eyes gradually lost their color, finally turning into sadness and loneliness: “I lost…”
Watching Hookedick slowly vanish in the wind, Angel’s heart remained calm, as the cruelty of the Wizarding World was just like this.
A wizard’s life would inevitably experience countless ups and downs; to pursue truth, one must restrain oneself and maintain a cool head. Any impulsive action would pay the price for one’s future success or failure.
This was also the experience Angel had gained firsthand.
Hookedick was completely turned into energy powder, returning to the earth and nourishing this world, which could be considered his last bit of value.
Angel remained silent for a long time. Initially, he had come to the Sleepless City just to reassure Toby; he hadn’t expected that he would end up killing Hookedick here.
It was time and fate; without a heart of restraint, the hanging sword would eventually fall.
Sighing, Angel collected his somewhat complicated emotions, casually spun a gun flower, and then threw the revolver to Toby.
After catching it, Toby immediately put the revolver into his spatial storage.
This revolver, which had extinguished Hookedick’s last hope, was the “Prelude of Reincarnation” that had been crafted in Black Castle.
Upon leaving Sanders’ Gravity Garden, Angel naturally wanted to be prepared for any possible danger he might encounter, so he put all the usable weapons in his bracelet into Toby’s Snowy Feather.
Initially, it was just a precaution, but he didn’t expect it to come in handy.
Without this Prelude of Reincarnation, it would not be easy for him to eliminate Hookedick.
“Your Highness Shava’s Aesthetics of Slaughter are as intoxicating as ever.” A fragrant breeze approached, and Foxx stepped into the air, landing half a step behind Angel: “Allowing the opponent to fully display their abilities, yet still crushing them in the end – such aesthetics are beyond the reach of people like us.”
Damn Aesthetics of Slaughter!
Angel rolled his eyes inwardly but maintained a humble demeanor, saying: “Compared to Miss Foxx’s harp sounds to subdue enemies, I still lack some elegance and beauty.”
Foxx’s big tail covered her mouth, and a crisp laughter came from behind the tail.
Frogg also came over and sang an extremely discordant eulogy to Angel, which was a “war epic” with “Shava” as the protagonist and Hookedick as a supporting character.
It is unknown how Frogg managed to write such an embarrassing ode in such a short time, and, to be able to turn an unexpected massacre into a war epic without any logic, Frogg is indeed a talented frog.
Angel suppressed his inner ridicule and exchanged compliments with the two animal artists in a friendly manner.
During this exchange, although everyone’s words were not nutritious, Angel discovered some hidden things beneath their rhetoric: neither Frogg nor Foxx asked why Hookedick harbored hatred towards him, nor did they ask why Hookedick called him “Angel” instead of “Shava.”
This made Angel even more certain that they knew he was a human now and that he had his own social circle among humans, but they didn’t ask or show curiosity, which was worth pondering.
Angel didn’t ask why, but smiled and said: “Before enjoying the performance of the two artists, there must be some warm-up acts. Now that the warm-up has passed, after these humans leave, I can listen to the beautiful music of your two performances.”
After saying this, he nodded to the two animals and then returned to the exit above.
Since the Hookedick incident was over, he only had one last thing left to do in Sleepless City: Find Nausica.
Angel planned to continue letting people pass and then examine the last batch of people to see if he could find any traces of Nausica.
But before he could let them pass, Toby suddenly called out a few times, signaling Angel to look down.
Did he find Nausica? Angel looked doubtfully at the spot Toby pointed to…only to see the spotted dog secretly brought to the Wizarding World by Yorkshire, burying its head in a pile of flesh and feasting.
Angel quietly landed and approached the spotted dog.
“This flesh…” Angel looked at the familiar fabric: “seems to be the remains of Hookedick?”
Angel glanced at the Dalmatian with a chill, not expecting it to have a habit of eating humans. However, he thought that it was normal for a monster to eat humans.
Angel turned his head away, not wanting to see the sight of a person being eaten.
At this moment, Toby called out again, signaling Angel to continue watching.
Angel glared at Toby, wondering if he was intentionally bringing up a sore point. However, Toby’s urgent tone made Angel suspicious once more. Could there be more to the spotted dog-eating incident than meets the eye?
With this thought, Angel took another look at the past.
Chapter 611 Aesthetics of Slaughter <TOC> Chapter 613 A Modest Concert