Chapter 935 Nielson <TOC> Chapter 937 The So-called Trial
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While the arguing parties remained oblivious to the tension, a trio of talents, led by Drew, began to shiver in trepidation. On one hand, they were apprehensive of the potential conflict erupting, and on the other, they were impressed by Angel’s dominant stance.
Nielson initially appeared supremely confident, but as Angel methodically presented his evidence, he gradually bowed his head, starting to listen humbly to Angel’s ideas, his gaze towards Angel illuminating brighter with each passing moment.
This reversal of the situation left Drew and the others in a state of bafflement.
Guina, nestled in Vonman’s embrace, despite being a little confused, was increasingly curious about Angel’s identity. During her time at Pat Manor, she learned a lot about the Wizarding World and understood the vast gulf that separated full-fledged wizards from apprentices.
There was no doubt that Nielson on the other side was an official wizard, while Angel had said himself that he was an apprentice.
At first, Nielson even mentioned seizing Angel’s airship, but when he recognized Angel, he immediately switched to an equal dialogue mode, and now he was even appearing meek and receptive.
This led Guina to question: Could it be that Angel holds an extraordinary status in the Wizarding World?
Even Gabriel, the previous visitor, was willing to serve under him.
This undoubtedly indicated that Angel’s identity was exceptional.
Through the crack in the partition, Guina glanced at the young man in the distance who seemed to be glowing, and for some reason, her heart fluttered slightly.
Angel, in his conversation with Nielson, initially used polite words to indicate respect, but as the discussion grew intense, he no longer paid heed to the decorum. However, this didn’t cause any discomfort to Nielson. As a wizard focusing on alchemy, he respected knowledge more than power.
Angel’s knowledge had won him over, and so Angel had earned the right to ignore the niceties.
What’s more, Nielson could discern that although Angel seemed a bit unstable in his alchemical foundation, he was expansive and profound in his alchemical thought process. Nielson’s weakness was this kind of unbounded thinking, which made him listen with utmost seriousness.
Their discussion went on for an entire day.
What finally interrupted their conversation was not a mental exhaustion, but the echoing “thump, thump, thump” sound emanating from below.
Angel was originally elucidating an aeronautic craft that implemented spiral wings, a study he had gleaned from terrestrial civilizations. But, while in the midst of this exposition, he perceived a disturbance from below.
Pausing, his brows knitted in perplexity, he leaned over the side to investigate the source of the commotion.
What he saw were two gargantuan Plateau Giants emerging once again from the seemingly infinite horizon. Every stride they took caused the ground to quake in their wake.
“Plateau Giants, once more,” Angel’s brows furrowed, “Why have all these lethargic Plateau Giants that seldom stir decided to mobilize now?”
While Angel murmured to himself, Nielson suddenly smacked his forehead, as if stricken by a revelation, “Drat! In our discourse, I totally lost track of time!”
Angel, puzzled, turned his gaze towards Nielson.
“I have an important appointment! I need to go, now!” Nielson sprang to his feet in a state of urgency. Just as he was about to disembark from the Gondola, he suddenly swiveled back towards Angel and proposed, “How about you accompany me, and we can continue this intellectual exchange at length?”
“I still have matters to attend to back at the Savage Grottoes. I appreciate your generous offer, though.” When not deep in thought, Angel reverted back to his polite demeanor.
Nielson gave an irked grunt, “Very well then, but now that I know you’re returning to the Savage Grottoes, once I have fulfilled my obligation, I will visit you there.”
With that, Nielson prepared to depart, the anxious look on his face genuine, indicating he indeed had a prior commitment. It was just that his encounter with Angel and the subsequent intellectual dialogue had caused him to lose track of time.
“Hold on.” As Angel’s gaze dropped back down to the giants, he quickly voiced the uncertainty lingering in his mind, prompting a puzzled look from Nielson. “Could you tell me what’s transpired on the Paramjit Plateau that’s causing all these Plateau Giants to mobilize? Earlier, I even observed the migration of the Feathered Race…”
Nielson scrutinized Angel intently, “It seems you’ve truly been away for a very long time.”
……
Nielson left.
Angel was somewhat dazed. He hadn’t anticipated that upon his return to the Vast Continent, he’d encounter an alchemist so eager for intellectual dialogue. Fortunately, Nielson didn’t seem to be the combative type of wizard, he leaned towards academia, and when he proposed an exchange, it was indeed purely intellectual.
Furthermore, he didn’t mince words. One moment he was deeply engaged in conversation, the next he was excusing himself to take his leave.
Leaving was probably for the best. While Angel could freely communicate with Nielson on a mental level, he remained vigilant against him in other aspects.
From Nielson, Angel also gleaned a few sparks of inspiration and discovered the origins of the alterations at the Paramjit Plateau.
There exists a world that will soon overlap with the Southern Region, with the intersection possibly located near the Paramjit Plateau.
Upon hearing this news, the first concept that came to Angel’s mind was: planar fusion.
Nielson confirmed that it can be nearly certain that a planar fusion was happening. Furthermore, this planar fusion might be extraordinary since the Paramjit Plateau started to exhibit signs of spatial instability even though the other world hasn’t shown any signs of it yet.
Moreover, the scope of this instability encompassed 80% of the plateau region!
One must note, during the previous planar fusion at the Devil’s Sea Area, the fluctuations only affected a few hundred miles around.
This implied that the world intersecting this time was no small world.
Planar fusion is a melding of two worlds and acts as a double-edged sword for the worlds themselves. Even a normal world might consume a substantial amount of its origin.
Let alone the fusion of a medium to large-sized world.
Nielson put it this way: “The shadow of the Abyssal Demon God looms high over us now. If the World Will exhausts a significant amount of its origin due to this planar fusion, when the Abyssal Demon God descends upon this world, the World Will may struggle to repel it. This would spell a catastrophic disaster for the entire Southern Region.”
This is only the potential far-reaching concern caused by planar fusion. There is a more immediate worry.
There are many steps to planar fusion, and from the benefits that the wizards themselves can reap, the process of fusion is divided into three stages.
Let’s skip the first two stages for now. The third stage is called: The Moment of Plunder.
It means that once the passage is established, one should seize the first opportunity to raid the other world for resources, even its origin. However, for non-small-world fusions, it is hard to determine who will be plundering whom.
Of course, as long as it isn’t a super-world like the Abyss, the Southern Region has a high chance of successful fusion, but both sides will undoubtedly suffer tremendous losses.
This is precisely why the Plateau Giants and Feathered Tribe, creatures incredibly sensitive to danger, decided to retreat from the front lines of the conflict immediately.
“The onset of the planar fusion has already begun, with spatial anomalies frequently appearing near the Paramjit Plateau; you must remain vigilant when you return.” This was the last utterance of Nielson before his departure, revealing why the Feathered Tribe had been inspecting the “abnormality” in space.
Angel gazed into the distance.
There was still some way to go from here to the Paramjit Plateau; one could faintly see the edge of the plateau. Against the crystal-clear sky, many dark specks could be observed wheeling about.
“Planar fusion is a double-edged sword for the world itself, yet it presents a grand opportunity for wizards,” Angel sighed, “It seems that significant changes are about to visit the Savage Grottoes. It’s hard to tell whether it’s good or bad to return at this time.”
Other wizards, having plundered the benefits, could leave. However, the Savage Grottoes could not; their base camp was right on the Paramjit Plateau. Unless a major migration took place, they would inevitably confront the aftermath of the fusion.
The troubles with the neighboring Eternal Night Kingdom persisted, and now this was happening – it was a relentless succession of challenges.
Furthermore, Angel had another worry.
Not long ago, he roughly deduced that the planar fusion might trigger a reaction from the Heavenly Eye. If the abnormalities of the Heavenly Eye were discovered by others at that time, the consequences would be unimaginable.
“It seems that a prolonged stay at the Savage Grottoes is not an option.”
…
“Lord, shall we continue onward?” Drew asked somewhat anxiously.
He hadn’t fully understood Nielson’s words before, but this planar fusion certainly wasn’t good news. Coupled with the appearance of spatial cracks, he was somewhat concerned about the path ahead.
“Forward.”
Upon receiving Angel’s message, Drew had no choice but to nod in agreement.
The Gondola set off once more, and Angel turned his head back to glance at the compartment behind the Gondola, “Vonman, how is Guina doing?”
Vonman nodded: “Lord, Guina’s bleeding has stopped, she should be okay for now.”
“If she’s okay, then…”
Clang, clang, clang—
Upon hearing half of Vonman’s discourse, he was abruptly startled by the violent rocking of the Gondola. Before he could even react, he heard Drew outside bellowing in panic, “Dreadful, what on earth is this?!”
Sharing an astonished glance with Guina, Vonman cracked open the partition door to assess the situation outside. What greeted their sight was a gargantuan demon wreathed in black flames, extending its monstrous talons to grapple with the Gondola.
A shiver of dread flickered in both Vonman and Guina’s eyes.
Then, amidst the cacophony of shattering sounds, a moment of weightlessness transpired, and they found themselves engulfed by the abyss…
Perched on the Gondola, Angel leaned against the ship’s rail, instructing Drew to slow their pace. “Wait for Vonman and the others to come around before we enter the plateau area.”
Drew nodded. He glanced curiously at the compartment behind him. Wasn’t Angel just engaged in conversation with Vonman? How did they end up sprawled on the floor so abruptly?
By now, Drew had made his strides through the gateway of transcendence. Although he hadn’t yet mastered any transcendent spells, he could perceive a peculiar energy swirling around Vonman and the others.
It appeared that Vonman and Guina’s disorientation was Angel’s doing?
Time elapsed, and Drew noted Vonman and Guina were still unconscious. Furthermore, beads of perspiration mysteriously trickled down their bodies, and Vonman was muttering pleas for help in his sleep, a sight that evoked pity.
Unable to hold back his curiosity any longer, Drew questioned, “Lord, what’s the matter with them?”
“A small test before entering the organization.” Angel paused, noticing Drew’s bewildered expression. “What, would you like a go?”
Drew hurriedly waved off the offer. The previous test in Borel Town had nearly scared him witless, and he had no desire to undergo such an experience again.
Of course, Angel’s suggestion was mere jest. As a first-level apprentice, Drew was beyond further tests. Furthermore, the challenge that Vonman and Guina faced was not suited for him.