Translator: SumTLMan
Having become a half-ghost, Tulas would occasionally find his thoughts returning to a rare clarity, recalling fragments of memories without discernible cause or consequence.
He remembered his ship was named Savage Beast, and he remembered his objective: to navigate the Savage Beast away from this desolate land.
Therefore, when he found out that Angel had boarded the Savage Beast, his obsession prompted him to dash out to stop Angel. Yet, obsession could not outweigh the importance of self-preservation. Upon seeing the strange weapon that had caused him tremendous pain in Angel’s hand, he took flight once again in fear.
This flight lasted nearly half a day.
The chase was excruciating for Angel, not because he couldn’t catch up, but because every time he did, Tulas would escape using a spatial shift. Moreover, Tulas’s ghostly nature made it difficult for Angel to apply his spells to engage in combat.
When Tulas reappeared in the mountain range, Angel’s heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that this creature was preparing to hide again?
A shadow crossed Angel’s eyes, and he made a silent vow. If Tulas decided to hide once more, he would unearth him even if he had to hollow out the mountain.
As for whether digging the mountain would leave traces for others to find, Angel had no more concerns. At worst, he would clean up the mess thoroughly. If that still didn’t work, he had Boundless Silence and the newly crafted Black Night Sanctuary to prevent anyone from tracking his identity.
Upon arriving in this region, the half of Tulas’s face bearing his ghostly visage showed a hint of dazed delight. The heart of the mountain range was his hiding place. As long as he could hide there, he would be safe…
With Tulas’s current level of intelligence, it never crossed his mind that Angel might dig into the ground to find him.
Angel also noticed Tulas’s intention, but he had no means to stop him at the moment. All he could do was inwardly curse while preparing to find a good spot to dig.
However, an unexpected event occurred at this moment.
Just as Tulas was about to use spatial shift to retreat into his perceived safe hideout, an earthquake occurred once again.
Moreover, this time the earthquake was not merely a fleeting tremor, but a continuous shaking. As it shook, the surrounding spatial energy also went into a violent uproar.
Faced with this incessant earthquake, Angel was taken aback for a moment, but soon his surprise gave way to joy. The turmoil of the spatial energy meant that Tulas’s spatial shift was constrained!
Sure enough, Tulas, who was not far away, froze. Turning his head to look at Angel, his eyes were filled with fear.
“Without your spatial shift, I’d like to see where you can run!” A wicked smile curled at the corner of Angel’s mouth. This creature had wasted so many days of his time, and he had felt extremely stifled from the fighting. Now that the tables were finally turning, how could he not be delighted?
Absent the ability for spatial shift, and even without the need for Toby’s gravity lines, Angel could effortlessly keep pace with Tulas by merely using Dark Night Flyover on his feet.
Under the intense pressure exerted by Angel, Tulas found himself backed into a corner. He ceased evading and instead launched an offensive against Angel.
Regrettably, his proficiency with energy application was significantly lacking, allowing Angel to dodge with ease.
During the skirmish with Tulas, Angel refrained from employing the Prelude of Death. If previously he was compelled to use it in their confrontation, why obliterate him now when there was a chance to transform him into a soul? Angel was still keen on extracting from Tulas the secrets of the island and Lucas.
The issue facing Angel now was determining the opportune moment to fire the white light bullet.
Angel initially planned to capture Tulas and lock him in the Cathedral of the Dead before firing off the remaining five bullets in one go. However, he now had to consider when the earthquake would cease. Once the seismic activity ended and spatial energy returned to normal, Tulas would be able to execute a spatial shift again.
The longer he waited, the greater the chance of unexpected variables. It seemed better to fire off the white light bullet during the battle.
Unfortunately, plans rarely keep pace with change. Not long after Angel made his decision, the island experienced another transformation. This time, however, the source of the upheaval was not from within the island but rather… from above.
Before the earthquake had subsided, a series of tumultuous roars echoed through the space from beyond the sky.
Like being muffled by a massive Gate, the roars had considerably diminished by the time they reached their ears. Despite this, the frenzied emotion within the roars permeated every inch of the island.
Along with the roars came an overwhelming pressure that was utterly insurmountable.
Whether it was Angel or Tulas, who was locked in combat with him, both seemed insignificant as ants under this oppressive force, huddling in corners, trembling in fear.
Angel was slightly better off, having experienced numerous instances of being intimidated by such pressure. He could barely maintain his actions and even managed to manoeuvre with some effort. Tulas, on the other hand, was entirely overwhelmed, curling into a ball, immobilised.
Under this enormous pressure, Angel temporarily shifted his attention away from Tulas. Lifting his head, a hint of confusion in his gaze, he looked towards the sky.
He had previously explored the pitch-black sky overhead, but much like the surrounding seas, it was shrouded in a mist. No matter how far he flew, he would eventually return.
It was then that he realized that this place was probably akin to an alternate dimensional space. To leave, one would need to employ spatial magic like teleportation formations or simply exit through a singular exit.
Angel had no knowledge of where this exit might be. However, he did know of a teleportation formation hidden within a cavern beneath a cliff.
Now, he had a rough idea of the location of the exit. Or rather, he felt that the “Gate” that was muffling the roars was probably located within the sky.
Nevertheless, what currently piqued Angel’s interest was not the exit, but the fluctuating roars echoing around him.
During a previous earthquake, he vaguely discerned a familiar beastly howl. However, at that time, the beastly calls from beyond the “Gate” were rather subdued. The sound-blocking effect of the “Gate” made it hard to hear clearly, let alone to discern who was roaring.
But now, these demonic, incessant roars… How could Angel not recognize them?
Moreover, the oppressive aura was so familiar… he had personally experienced it when he traveled past Silver Palm Island on the Cloud Conch. Roman even lost his life because of it.
The source of these roars, this immense pressure, was none other than the Leviathan!
What puzzled Angel now was why there would be the roars of the Leviathan outside the “Gate”. Could it be that the area outside the Gate was connected to the habitat of the Leviathan?
And if so, was this Leviathan the same one from Silver Palm Island?
Angel’s intuition told him that the Leviathan outside should indeed be the one from Silver Palm Island.
The mysteries of Silver Palm Island, the unusual surfacing of the Leviathan, all seemed to be pieces of a complex puzzle.
Before, he thought that either the Leviathan was preparing to give birth on Silver Palm Island, or there was some secret about the island.
Now, if his intuition was correct, the secret of Silver Palm Island should be this peculiar dark space.
As for what other secrets this dark space held, Angel had yet to unravel. The only clue he had was Tulas, who was shivering on the other side.
Although Angel found it difficult to move under this pressure, lifting his hand to fire his weapon was not a hard task.
Initially, he planned to take a shot at Tulas during the fight. Now, it seemed there was no need to worry. Angel aimed his gun at Tulas, and a burst of white light appeared.
The second white light bullet was easily shot into Tulas’s body by Angel.
At the same time, Tulas shivered all over. The stable energy in his body was rapidly increasing, while the chaotic negative energy began to diminish. At this point, if he didn’t continue to shoot and increase his stable energy to 98% of his total energy, Tulas would soon disappear due to energy imbalance.
Without any hesitation, Angel fired the third bullet, the fourth bullet, until the last one.
All six white light bullets in the magazine were exhausted, all shot into Tulas’s body. Initially, Tulas was curled up, but towards the end, he was lying flat on the ground, convulsing non-stop. Black smoke kept emanating from his body.
Angel, enduring the pressure, walked over to Tulas. He took out the Cathedral of the Dead, created a new space inside separate from Freud, and put Tulas in it.
The roars and the massive pressure continued unabated. The earthquake also showed no signs of stopping, even escalating. At first, it was just a slight tremor, but later, it was like a large-scale battle. Angel could even hear the howling of the tide from the distance.
Ocean waters overturned, mountains crumbled. An unprecedented catastrophe swept across this alternate dimension space.
Angel bore witness as fissures ruptured the earth beneath him, as distant peaks collapsed entirely into ruin.
His initial thoughts were of continuing his quest for Lucas’s treasure, yet now, as the earthquake threatened to annihilate the entire island, even the teleportation formation beneath the cliffs might be in peril.
If the teleportation formation was destroyed, his only exit would be through the “Gate.” However, behind that “Gate,” lay the Leviathan! And there was a high probability that it was not only the Leviathan.
Angel estimated that the folks from Summer Dew Ridge and the Song of the Deep Sea wouldn’t discover the teleportation formation in Snowlay Garden. However, this ostentatious “Gate” might already be occupied by them; outside, it was likely to be not only the Leviathan but also the members of the two wizarding organizations.
For safety’s sake, Angel decided it was better to make himself scarce.
Even if he left empty-handed, at least his life would be spared.
Under the overwhelming pressure, Angel channeled energy into Dark Night Flyover. Leveraging his agility, he dragged his heavy body and began to fly to the other side of the island. However, he hadn’t flown far when he sensed a momentary stillness in this deathly silent space, as if a long-idle machine had been reactivated.
A beam of light shone in from the sky.
Raising his head, Angel finally saw the location of the “Gate”!
For the colossal Gate, hidden in the sky, revealed a sliver of a crack at this moment, and the light from the outside world illuminated this space, which had been dead for many years.
Watching as the first light of dawn entered this pitch-black world was indeed cause for celebration, but Angel felt a pang of terror. Because as the gap in the Gate opened, the dawn light was immediately dominated by a pair of cold, ruthless vertical pupils.
Those familiar vertical pupils, now filled with a fiery red rage, swept across the landscape with a gaze intent on annihilation.
The owner of these vertical pupils, without a doubt, was the Leviathan!