Chapter 953 Silai <TOC> Chapter 955 Velite's Deal
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As the Wings of Cold Frost was about to collide with the anomaly in space, countless lives of ordinary workers hung in the balance.
In Angel’s perception, it seemed almost certain that the Wings of Cold Frost was destined to meet a grim fate—being reduced to pieces. Even Madeline shook her head in regret, her words conveying a sense of loss.
One couldn’t help but wonder if her lament was for the innocent lives at stake or for the wealth of resources ensconced in the iceberg.
However, in the following moment, Angel discovered that his earlier conjecture was mistaken. Seeing the inevitable, the people of Frost Moon didn’t attempt to man the helm to avert the crisis but rather resorted to an alternative method.
The space generator aboard the Wings of Cold Frost was forcibly activated.
Originally, the space generator served as a pivotal activation point for traversing distances, its purpose being to condense spatial energy. In a stable space, nothing untoward would occur, but in a place where spatial energy was in turmoil, such as the Paramjit Plateau, the aftermath could potentially be catastrophic—
A savage, newly birthed spatial rift materialized directly atop the iceberg.
This newborn spatial rift instantly attracted the anomalies from the front and back, causing the previously momentarily stabilized range to propagate and spread. Countless things atop the iceberg, even its components, were pulled into the rift and reduced to dust.
“Are they speeding up their own destruction, courting death?” A wizard apprentice nearby asked the wizard standing next to him.
The wizard shook his head and pointed to the Wings of Cold Frost not far away. “Look again.”
In less than a second, the spatial position of the Wings of Cold Frost underwent a sudden change. At this moment, it was dozens of miles away from the anomaly, having left the confines of the anomalous space far behind.
“Are they safe?” Angel looked puzzled. He had been closely watching the Wings of Cold Frost all along, but failed to notice how it had changed its direction. It seemed as if the Wings of Cold Frost was a projectile, catapulted far away in an instant.
What exactly had transpired?
“It seems they have escaped unscathed. Let’s head over.” Madeline took the lead, flying towards the position of the Wings of Cold Frost.
Angel followed suit, his gaze trailing back to the location of the previous spatial rift as he took wing toward the Wings of Cold Frost.
The sight that met his eyes was of the newly birthed third spatial rift that had evolved into an anomalous space. It had fused with the previous two anomalies, culminating in a massive abnormality with a scope surpassing all he had previously witnessed.
From a distance, it appeared as a gigantic black sphere suspended in mid-air, an immense power encapsulating it, while within, spatial energy swirled in utter chaos.
By the time Angel, in the company of Madeline, reached the location of the Wings of Cold Frost, they were hundreds of miles away from the abnormal space.
The Wings of Cold Frost gently touched down onto the ground, coming to a halt.
Returning to the top of the icy mountain, Angel discernibly felt two peculiar forces pervading every corner of the mountain. These forces were contradictory yet seemed to be mutually generative.
Amidst Angel’s perplexion, Madeline, standing at his side, suddenly remarked, “With the birth of the spatial rift, gravity and repulsion are released. Could she be here?”
Gravity and repulsion!
Madeline’s prompt catalyzed a moment of realization in Angel. Indeed, these two forces gave off sensations of attraction and repulsion. Could it be these two forces that had caused the Wings of Cold Frost to be flung away so rapidly earlier?
In response to Angel’s query, Madeline nodded, “This is a method of employing energy. However, harnessing the turbulent energy of spatial anomalies as a source of power in such an ingenious way is quite unusual. Such audacity of thought, coupled with such precise manipulation of energy, should indeed be her doing…”
Who could she be referring to? Just as Angel was about to probe further, a striking woman emerged from a magical cottage at the summit of the icy mountain.
Her commanding presence was impossible to ignore. The moment she stepped forward, all the bizarre forces within the range of the icy mountain converged on her. She seemed to be standing at the eye of an energy vortex, each step she took stirring up biting winds.
The woman’s visage wasn’t strikingly beautiful but was indeed unique. Her lengthy hair, white with a hint of translucence, ran wild in the tempestuous wind, as if embodying the spirit of frost. Her eyes, however, blazed like fierce flames that seemed to set one’s blood afire with a mere glance.
A harmony of ice and fire, a song of intertwining elements, was embodied in this woman.
Her appearance instantly caught the attention of every wizard present. And within Angel’s field of view, almost all the wizards seemed to harbor a certain degree of wariness towards her, even Madeline who was standing beside him was no exception.
“The Wings of Cold Frost have encountered a malfunction and will temporarily halt for a while, awaiting recommencement after repair,” she didn’t utter a single word, yet this message was directly disseminated into everyone’s minds.
Upon delivering her statement, she turned around and made her way back to the magical cottage on the peak.
Only when she left did the intense sense of presence gradually dissipate, with the ambiance at the scene slowly returning to normalcy.
“Halt for repairs? It appears that even for such an eminent figure, safely navigating the Wings of Cold Frost out of the previous danger zone isn’t a simple task.”
“Talk about kicking a man when he’s down. If it were you in that situation, getting yourself back safe and sound would be more than enough. At present, the Wings of Cold Frost are merely slightly damaged and can commence its journey after a short rest, which is already quite remarkable.”
Whispers of discussion resonated around him, and after listening in for a while, Angel had more or less deduced that the woman who managed to safely navigate the Wings of Cold Frost out of the hazardous area was none other than the woman he saw earlier.
Moreover, almost everyone held her in high reverence.
“Who is she?” Angel mulled over the woman’s facial features, a sense of familiarity arising as though he’d heard about her somewhere. Moreover, witches possessing such formidable power were relatively rare in the wizarding community.
If one added the condition of being a powerful witch in the Frost Moon Alliance.
Two names floated into Angel’s mind: Samantha, who was intimately connected with the Savage Grottoes, and Sineva, who was hailed as the most potent witch within the bloodline side.
Back at the auction in Sky Mechanical City, Angel had once encountered Sineva, although he didn’t have a chance to see her face.
Sineva, nicknamed the “Wild Witch,” managed to reach the level of a second-level true knowledge wizard in just over two hundred years. Even when compared with Sanders, her cultivation speed wasn’t inferior in the least.
The reason Angel was familiar with Sineva was due to Nausica frequently mentioning her as a target of emulation.
Nausica once described Sineva’s physical features using a single phrase: frosty hair and fiery eyes.
And the woman from earlier perfectly matched this description.
Could she indeed be the Wild Witch?
In no time, Madeline confirmed Angel’s conjecture. Madeline’s expression darkened slightly as she murmured, “I heard that just recently, Sineva was on the frontline of the Shion World. I didn’t expect that she has now been summoned to the Abyss.”
“It seems the day when Lord Mengke makes his move isn’t too far off…”
So it was Sineva. Realization dawned in Angel’s heart. With a second-level true knowledge wizard holding the fort, the safety of the escort team should be relatively assured this time. However, as Madeline mentioned, even Sineva was transferred to the Abyss; perhaps the current state of the Abyss had reached a critical juncture.
Madeline turned her head to find Angel still staring at the magical cottage on the mountain peak. Assuming he didn’t recognize Sineva, she began to explain in a hushed voice, “Sineva is a second-level true knowledge wizard from the bloodline side…”
“…Her path of true knowledge, as I heard, relates to gravity and repulsion. However, because she excels in fire and ice spells, some also claim that her true knowledge path involves contradictory forces. No matter which it is, it is undeniably a path of immense power.”
Madeline felt a sense of awe, knowing that with Sineva’s capabilities, she could stop the Wings of Cold Frost from its maximum speed by merely applying physical force.
However, if she were to do so, the Wings of Cold Frost wouldn’t just pause for a moment, but disintegrate entirely.
With Sineva’s arrival, some of the wizards on the ice mountain began to gather, initiating covert discussions about the situation in the Abyss. Madeline and Angel found themselves somewhat on the sidelines, with Madeline having a limited network and Angel not being given much attention by the others.
For a time, they seemed rather isolated.
Madeline, however, didn’t feel out of place. She instead found it rather comfortable. During this lull, she started to chat with Angel.
“I also attended the auction at the Ancient River Beach before. I wanted to bid on the music box you crafted, but unfortunately, I didn’t manage to acquire it.” Madeline paused before continuing, “The reason I wanted to bid on your music box was because I was curious to know, is Gloria’s spell creation really connected to your music box?”
The original spell that Gloria has developed may indeed have some relation to Angel’s music box, as it contains within it a Mysterious Object. However, is the link truly profound? In reality, it’s not. The foundation that Gloria herself has amassed is the primary factor, while the Mysterious Object has merely played a role akin to a primer.
“There likely isn’t a substantial connection,” Angel replied with an air of vagueness.
Yet, this oblique attitude of Angel’s gave Madeline a hint of understanding. She recognized, though, that even with further probing, Angel would likely remain evasive, so she opted not to dwell on this query.
“I too have experienced the illusion from the music box, it’s genuinely remarkable. Certain elements within the illusion trigger a cascade of thoughts and ideas—it could even offer insights,” Madeline lightly passed over this topic, avoiding any further inquiry into the technical or confidential aspects of alchemy with Angel.
If Angel had remained a mere apprentice, Madeline might have been able to press him for answers, without taking his perspective into consideration. But Angel, now a core member of the organization, possessed a level of alchemical skill that made him worthy of Madeline’s respect and equal engagement.
The questions that Madeline asked were all simple ones.
They were merely conversational threads, intended to gradually establish a rapport with Angel during their exchange.
However, their conversation had not gone on for long when a bent, white-bearded old man approached them.
This hunched old man, Angel remembered, was the same Velite that Madeline had previously mentioned, an individual with a wide web of connections.
Angel initially thought that Velite approached them because he had something to discuss with Madeline. He was about to politely excuse himself when Velite suddenly said, “You are… that Music Box Magician, Angel?”