Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1083: Section 1084: Confrontation and Objectives

There’s a reaction in the vital blood, indicating that Sanders mustn’t be too far from me.

Angel raised his head and looked towards the floating ice in the sky, Could Sanders be up there?

But if Sanders were on top, the voice transmission shouldn’t be so muffled.

This was the first time Angel had encountered such a situation. Although he still didn’t know Sanders’ exact condition at the moment, he felt somewhat relieved in his heart. Being able to sense Sanders’ presence through the vital blood at least meant that Sanders had safely emerged from the spatial passage.

Above the sky, the group of demons were all in shock due to the sudden appearance of the huge floating ice.

They had never expected that humans would barge into Lassudral just as the Fire Monarch was about to ascend the throne?! Why had these humans come here, and what were they planning to do? The demons had no clue, but they knew the humans’ arrival meant no good.

In just a few minutes, the sheer airflow from the floating ice had swept away countless demon lives.

When the floating ice came to a halt in midair, the robed masked figure at the forefront extended a hand and pointed, and a vast number of wizards emerged from behind him, dense and swarming like birds freed from their cages, instantly obscuring the burning sky.

The demons might be numerous, but the wizards were even more so!

The power of demons was formidable, but wizards were a cut above in their technique of wielding power.

And if one were to include the various alchemical artifacts the wizards wielded for assistance, the demons would struggle even more. Currently, the only advantage the demons had was being in the Abyss, where their restoration speed surpassed that of human wizards.

But the wizards hadn’t come to Lassudral this time to wage a war of attrition, as they were bound to lose such a fight. Their goal was singular; they just needed to capture Aoluxiya, and nothing else mattered!

When the wizards took matters into their own hands, it was as if locusts had swept through the land. The demons in the sky couldn’t muster their team strength and ended up discarding their armor, fleeing in disarray in no time.

For a moment, the sky that was once filled with demons became sparse and empty.

Watching the disorganized demons, a glint of joy flickered in the eyes of the wizards on the floating ice. However, their elation was short-lived as they heard Monty say, “The fleeing ones are just small demons, and many are even half-blood demons; we can’t afford to be careless.”

Monty was right. The most numerous in Lassudral were indeed the small demons.

The ones they had easily dealt with just now were all small demons. And the intermediate rank demons and above were all watching from afar, eyeing them ominously yet not making a move.

The real troubling opponents were these stalwarts of Demon City.

Monty pondered that both prolonged attrition and swift blitzes would be ineffective against these intermediate rank demons, so the best option now was to achieve their goal before Demon City’s high-end forces could react.

Monty looked up at the sky as the fire pattern pulsated.

He vaguely sensed that a powerful force was brewing behind the fire pattern.

What the flames in the sky signified, Monty was momentarily unclear, but what he did know was that the location connected by the fire pattern was where Kanter had indicated Aoluxiya’s position!

Monty, following the intermittently emerging fire pattern, eventually locked onto a building in the southern outskirts of Lassudral.

It was odd that the building was surrounded by emptiness, unlike other areas that had been turned into seas of fire. It was tranquil, as though a hermit living in a world apart.

“Samantha, steer the floating ice toward this location!”

While Monty was looking towards the southern suburbs, Kanter and Sanders were also looking in that direction.

“Eh, when I saw it earlier, Angel was in the cabin in the forest in the southern outskirts,” Kanter said with a frown. “Now, it’s all turned into a sea of fire; who knows where he’s gone?”

Sanders looked over as well, seeing that nearly everything was a pool of burning magma, with flames raging so fiercely that at least an intermediate rank flame demon must have fallen there.

A sea of fire without a trace of life.

Sanders’ heart tightened, worried about Angel’s situation. But soon, he snapped back to reality, knowing that Angel shouldn’t find it difficult to escape with his speed, and assuming that there should still be a dark-skinned woman with him—the exceptionally strong one by his side; his safety shouldn’t be in doubt.

“Sigh, I didn’t expect Angel to actually be in Lassudral. Why is he here? And that woman with him, what’s her story? She couldn’t possibly be… planning to betray my precious Qi Li, could she?”

Sanders glared coldly at Kanter, ignoring his blabbering mouth, and closed his eyes to feel for the vital blood’s location.

Since Angel was still in Lassudral and at such a close distance, could he transmit a message?

But after a moment, Sanders furrowed his brow; he could vaguely sense that Angel should be nearby, but couldn’t pinpoint his location. Angel’s position was elusive, like a feather caught in the wind, unable to settle anywhere peacefully.

Sanders sighed, thinking he had failed once more.

However, just as Sanders was about to cancel the sensing, a voice suddenly reached his ears.

“Mentor, is that you? Where are you?”

Angel’s voice had a clear and pleasant timbre between that of a teenager and a young adult, not only pleasant to the ear but also highly distinct.

After hearing Angel’s echo, Sanders’ eyes lit up, and he immediately tried to communicate again, eager to understand Angel’s situation and location. However, no matter what Sanders said, there was no response from the other side.

“Eh, can the mentor not hear my voice? Or did I mishear just now, and it wasn’t the mentor speaking?” Angel’s voice of confusion came from the other side.

After that, Sanders tried to sense again, but no longer had any success.

Although he didn’t get the specifics of Angel’s condition, he could gather from the murmurs during the telepathy that Angel’s situation shouldn’t be too dire. Sanders thought to himself, Maybe Angel’s circumstances are even more comfortable and secure than anyone else present.

Seeing this, Sanders also felt slightly relieved.

He indeed had no way to search for Angel now.

Sanders glanced around and, before he knew it, strangely shaped Intermediate Rank demons had finally appeared around the floating ice, completely surrounding them.

Ordinary Intermediate Rank demons were at least at the True Knowledge Level. Those at the peak of the Intermediate Rank had strength of at least the Second Level of True Knowledge.

Around the floating ice, more than twenty Intermediate Rank demons appeared, and right now they were staring at everyone with fierce expressions.

Although they had not yet attacked, it was clear that these demons intended to obstruct them. Without dealing with the demons, it would be difficult for them to continue onwards.

“Humans… despicable humans…,” “Devour them,” Heeheeheehee—human brain matter is the tastiest, I can’t forget it since the last time I sucked on it,” “What color sparks would human flesh ignite?”

Muttering incoherent syllables filled with threatening words, the demons’ voices reached the ears of the wizards.

It’s worth mentioning that perhaps inheriting some age-old vice from their demonic ancestors, the demons’ love for pre-combat babble was even more frequent than that of many wandering wizards. For those with lesser strength, it might create psychological pressure, but for them, it was utterly meaningless.

“Break through the encirclement, commence battle.”

…

The dance of combat in the sky never ceased.

The grand play set in Lassudral wasn’t just being closely watched by Fafnir in secret; many powerful beings in the Abyss had also set their sights on this place.

In the graveyard of the Land of Repose, the beautiful sounds of a harp combined with an alluring female voice echoed.

Suddenly, the music stopped abruptly.

In the tavern at the center of the graveyard, Baltica, who was playing the crystal harp, suddenly paused; she lifted her head and looked towards an unknown part of the Void, her gaze deep in thought.

“A new Fire Monarch has actually emerged from a Half-Blood Demon, interesting.”

Quickly, Baltica averted her gaze, her slender, pale fingers placed upon the strings of the crystal harp, and the snake with its tail in its mouth ring on her little finger glowed faintly. As her fingers moved once again, the melodious music resumed, but unlike the previous serenade, this time Baltica played an epic anthem.

In the Abyssal Depth, an indescribable world existed.

The night spread across the sky, with gentle moonlight illuminating the earth.

It was hard to imagine such a world existed in the timeless abyss, a world with tender night skies and bright stars.

Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the night, there was no life to appreciate it.

The land bathed in moonlight was barren, with nothing but parched soil; there was no greenery here. This was a world abandoned, where no life could survive for long.

Yet, in this desolate world void of life, there stood a structure that was starkly out of place with its surroundings.

This building had a solemn and respectful air, as if it were situated in the bustling centre of human society, not somewhere like this.

Tall and pointed towers glowed with dazzling lights; stained glass windows gave off a sacred vibe; statues of various deities carved around the exterior lent an even more awe-inspiring solemnity to the architecture.

This was a library.

Though it appeared like a holy sanctuary, under the elegant and refined chandeliers within were shelves after shelves full of books.

Despite the countless volumes it housed, the entire library was deserted, save for one life.

A small, tailed demon sat at a large desk, pen in hand furiously writing on parchment, the scratching sound filling the room. A lamp burned slowly on the desk, its dim yellow light shone on the silent study.

Suddenly, the pen of the tailed demon broke as it was writing a certain word.

It was taken aback for a moment, looking at the word it had only written halfway: “Asga…”

A strange laugh escaped its mouth.

After laughing, it turned its head to look towards a certain place in the void. It saw the sky where flames were gathering and the struggle between demons and humans.

However, none of this interested it; its gaze was fixed on a tall figure wearing a pure white mask.

Its eyes gleamed with an almost imperceptible sharpness.

After a while, it looked away and once again took out a quill from the desk, dipped it into a bottle of brand new ink that emitted a ghostly glow, and wrote a passage on the parchment.

“Primeval Flame as the key, drawing from the boundless Void, leading to the times of old. The buried glory of Asgard shall eventually be unlocked.”

Having recorded the passage, it casually stuck the parchment onto its tail.

At this moment, its hook-like tail held not just parchment, but also books with covers of various colors.

These books were written in different languages. On the spine of one book, written clearly in the common tongue of humans, read: “Study and Improvement of Abyssal Inscriptionology.”