Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1187: Section 1188: Demon God Avatar

The light was resplendent, turning the deathly still sky completely white.

It even made Popota’s already ghastly pale skin shine brightly.

This sudden burst of light captivated their attention, and as they looked up, they saw an arc streak across the sky, a white streak dragging a long tail, descending from the heavens.

It looked like a meteor falling.

What’s more, the location where it was falling was precisely the barren mountain where they were.

A look of horror flashed in Angel’s eyes. Whatever was falling, aiming straight for them definitely wouldn’t result in anything good, especially since they were still under the influence of Toby’s Calamity Curse.

“Run!” Angel spun around, grabbing Greerwu from the ground. The Dark Night Flicker beneath his feet sparkled with a black and gold pattern, and in a flash, he shot towards the distant plains.

Angel had just flown out of the barren mountain when he heard a terrifying explosion behind him.

The shock waves from the explosion rippled through the air, even reaching Angel who had already flown out of the mountain’s bounds. A fierce wind swept over him, tossing him around several times in the air before he finally managed to stabilize himself.

Turning to look back, he saw the spot where the barren mountain had been now covered in massive clouds of dust and smoke, from which countless fragments of rock shot out like a volcanic eruption. However, instead of lava, it was pieces of the mountain itself that erupted out.

What on Earth had happened? Could it be that a meteor from outer space, affected by the Calamity Curse, had unerringly smashed down?

Angel watched the smoke-covered location of the barren mountain with suspicion in his heart.

Just then, an unexpected sense of palpitations suddenly arose in Angel’s heart. His heartbeat thundered, and even his blood seemed to freeze.

This feeling… Angel had intended to check on Popota’s condition, but now, he had lost all such intentions and immediately turned to run.

But this time, before he could get very far, an unparalleled oppressive force spread out from the center of the smoke.

Even as Angel tried to escape by relying on the Gravity Meridian in his soul, he didn’t even have time to call upon the secret soul incantations before the oppressive force engulfed him.

It was as if time had stopped; Angel’s movements were instantly frozen, and the next second, he plummeted from mid-air.

Fortunately, Angel was not flying high—just over ten meters—so when he fell, he simply kicked up a cloud of dust and did not suffer any serious external injuries. Greerwu, on the other hand, because he was on Angel’s back, did not suffer a direct impact, but the internal injuries he already had worsened under the pressure.

After Angel fell, he still couldn’t move, lying prone on the ground, utterly immobilized by the unprecedented oppressive force.

“This feeling… there’s no mistake, it’s that one…” Greerwu’s voice, shaky and intermittent, came from behind.

Angel panted, “You recognize it?”

Fear flashed in Greerwu’s eyes. He hesitated for a long time, not daring to call out the name of that exalted presence so close by.

Although Greerwu didn’t answer, Angel could sense from his trembling voice the fear Greerwu held for the newcomer.

A being that could instill fear in a rascal like Greerwu—perhaps only the Demon Lord could have such an effect.

Could it be that Galal, the previous Lord, had pursued them?

But the oppressive force of Lord Galal before came with a bone-chilling, eerie sensation, whereas the current oppression was grand, majestic, and even carried a faint sense of scorching heat. It didn’t seem to be Lord Galal’s oppressive force. Then, who could it be?

A cloud of doubt rose in Angel’s heart, but he was well aware that no matter who it was, he was unlikely to escape his fate today.

It was even highly probable that the one who came was affected by Toby’s Calamity Curse. If that were truly the case, Angel felt his future looked bleak.

If he was really doomed, all he could do was perhaps to exercise that one option.

Feeling the Path of Soul Threads, his mood slowly sank.

…

Suddenly, a figure shot out of the smoke like a cannonball, slamming hard into the ground nearby.

The impact not only created a deep crater but also grazed against a fissure. Magma, glowing with an orange hue, flowed slowly towards the point of impact.

In no time at all, the crater became a pool of magma, and the figure that had fallen was completely enveloped by the magma.

“Was that figure just now… that monster before, Popota?” Greerwu asked in surprise and confusion.

Although Angel hadn’t seen the figure clearly, from the trail of green viscous liquid scattered along its path, it could be determined that the one “ejected” from the smoke was likely Popota.

Even Popota had been thrown out, indicating that the “white light” which resembled a falling meteor contained an opponent they could not possibly contend with.

While Angel’s mind was flooded with thoughts, the smoke in front of him had already begun to slowly dissipate.

When the smoke and dust had mostly settled, the first thing Angel saw was a vast, flat expanse of land. The barren mountain, or rather, the small hill, had vanished after the meteor fell.

Then, a figure emerged from the thinning smoke.

The silhouette felt hauntingly familiar to Angel, and as he pondered who it could be, the figure slowly walked out of the smoke.

To human aesthetics, the newcomer had an extremely handsome face, but the most captivating feature was the pair of deep green eyes, which seemed to hold flickering flames.

The figure was clad in armor interwoven with silver and blue, ornately fashioned with strange, shimmering patterns. Covered by the armor was a brightly white shell, akin to the finest quality porcelain, not only streamlined but also exuding elegance and grace.

Its appearance and attire reminded Angel of the first time he laid eyes on Aoluxiya in the Misty Cabin.

Back then, Aoluxiya was dressed similarly; the only difference was that Aoluxiya wore a white porcelain mask, while this being showed its real face.

Even so, Angel could tell at a glance that it bore an almost exact resemblance to Aoluxiya.

Yes, it simply looked identical, but it was definitely not Aoluxiya.

If Angel were to put it into his own words, Aoluxiya, from a certain perspective, was still a ‘person’, albeit with subdued emotions, there were still fluctuations. However, this one before him had eyes filled with absolute indifference and a sense of superiority that deigned to look down on everything, an attitude befitting a deity in face of the world’s myriad things.

“Lord Aoluxiya?” Greerwu too saw the newcomer, initially exclaiming in surprise, but quickly, confusion flashed in his eyes, “No, that’s not Lord Aoluxiya.”

As soon as Greerwu finished speaking, the distant smoke cleared completely; with the dust settling, he saw another figure, floating mid-air behind the newcomer, still unconscious – it was Aoluxiya.

Seeing this, how could Angel not understand that this standing and divine-like ‘Aoluxiya’ was the person brought by the meteor’s fall?

So, who was it?

Angel didn’t ask Greerwu, but a terrifying guess was already forming in his own mind.

The visitor’s gaze slowly swept over the scene, completely ignoring Greerwu and Angel to its side. One was a young fire demon, and the other, an apprentice who couldn’t even count as a wizard; to it, they were no different from ants.

Finally, it focused on the lava pool that had been smashed into earlier.

“According to my calculations, relying on the physical strength of this body, I shouldn’t have caused you fatal injury. Do you choose not to come out, preferring to feign death under the lava pool?”

No response came after these words, but it coldly smiled. The enormous boulders from the previously shattered barren mountain rose out of nowhere and cruelly smashed into the lava pool.

As the boulder fell, magma splashed, and bubbles began to churn at the center of the lava pool.

Before long, a figure rose slowly from the lava pool – it was Popota, who had been knocked down earlier!

Shrouded around Popota was an aura of a “Solar Eclipse,” negating the terrifying oppression and allowing him freedom of movement while also warding off the high-temperature magma.

Popota landed on the ground, eyes warily looking over.

The newcomer glanced back at the sleeping Aoluxiya and then lightly curled up an emotionless smile, “Although my own child likes to defy me, which troubles me dearly… even if I decide to send it into oblivion, I will not allow outsiders to interfere.”

Upon finishing the sentence, its figure turned into a beam of light and charged toward Popota.

Faced with a formidable enemy, Popota could do nothing but clench his fists and meet the challenge head-on.

Phantom shadows shone, and shooting stars streaked by.

…

“Is it… No, is He the Lord of the Flameless?” Angel asked in a low voice while they were entangled in combat.

Actually, when He had revealed a face identical to Aoluxiya’s, Angel already had a guess. He previously mentioned that Aoluxiya was “His own child,” and Angel was almost certain that He might be the legendary Demon God, the Lord of the Flameless!

Due to the pressure, Greerwu could only lay on Angel’s back motionlessly, but comfortingly for him, Popota and the Lord of the Flameless were fighting in a direction away from them, leaving the two “bystanders” unharmed for the time being.

“Yes, He is indeed the Lord of the Flameless. However, it seems that it is not His true form that has come, but an avatar instead. I’ve heard Lord Aoluxiya mention that the Lord of the Flameless has many avatars crafted from His own bloodline; in fact…” Greerwu paused, hesitating for a moment before continuing, “In fact, Lord Aoluxiya was originally one of the avatars as well.”

Angel was momentarily stunned, “Isn’t Aoluxiya the offspring of the Lord of the Flameless?”

“Avatars also possess the bloodline of the Lord of the Flameless, so to call them offspring isn’t wrong either.”

Angel was somewhat confused; if Aoluxiya was also an avatar of the Lord of the Flameless, then why did it possess its own consciousness?

This question Greerwu did not know the answer to, he merely said, “It’s complicated, I’m not very clear myself, Butler Tandin might know, but Butler Tandin is not here now…”

Greerwu’s answer reminded Angel of what Fafnir had mentioned about the descendants of the Demon Gods, how intricate the relationships were. It seemed his initial belief that Aoluxiya was a direct descendant of the Lord of the Flameless was mistaken?