Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1055: Section 1056: Unspeakable Breath  

Several clear characteristics emerged after entering that bizarre world.

He did not enter as a physical entity, but as a luminous consciousness. Moreover, this consciousness only had memory, experience, ways of thinking, and logical thought, without the emotional module.

In other words, in that strange world, he maintained an extreme rationality.

This extreme rational thinking even surpassed the super-calculative state that Angel had initiated himself.

In the super-calculative state, although Angel’s ability to process data and information reached unprecedented levels, he did not completely exclude emotions, and he would be restricted by considerations when thinking about problems.

But in that bizarre world, Angel would have no such concerns. For instance, before entering the strange world, the outside world was threatened by magical creatures, but once he entered, he would completely disregard this.

Furthermore, Angel did not know until he returned to the outside world that time in the bizarre world was static in relation to the Wizards’ Realm. He studied the construction of “gates” in the strange world for a long time; if the flow rate of thought were compared to time, perhaps three or even four years had passed.

If so much time had passed, not to mention Jon would have already been gone, even Angel’s own physical body in the outside world, without the supply of food and water, would probably have turned into white bones. Yet in that strange world, Angel did not care about this either.

Although this extreme rationality greatly enhanced his learning ability in the strange world, it also caused him some fear, as if he had become a cold segment of data.

Apart from the consciousness spark, the exclusion of emotions, and the stillness of time, another characteristic of that strange world was that although he could not perceive his physical body or the real Material Realm, he could sense the Mind Space, the Land of the Soul, and the Spirit Sea.

The Mind Space, the Land of the Soul, the Spirit Sea, and so on… these existences are thought by wizards to be related to themselves, but not actually part of the Material Realm, and instead reside at a higher plane of existence.

Of course, this is just conjecture, not a definitive conclusion. For Angel, it meant that places like the Mind Space were illusory lands belonging to another dimension, or rather, the projections of personal will in other dimensions.

Thinking this, Angel’s gaze once again fell upon the Eye Beyond the Sky.

He had an inkling that, despite the Eye Beyond the Sky appearing to be an unpolished Glass Bead, perhaps that was just its manifestation in this Material Realm, and its true form might be vast and boundless in another dimension.

For example, after Angel entered that bizarre world, he was guided by an indistinct perception to a special energy core, which emitted the same aura as the Eye Beyond the Sky. Perhaps, that energy core was but an aspect of the Eye Beyond the Sky.

As time quietly slipped by, Angel examined the Eye Beyond the Sky, looking for a way to activate it. Unfortunately, the Eye Beyond the Sky was now completely inert, unresponsive to any energy, perhaps only reactivatable through absorption of the energy from a plane fusion.

“Foolish human, I saw you looking at this necklace before my rest. What, is this necklace important to you?” A snort came from not far away.

Angel looked up to see Fafnir’s face at the window of the attic.

Fafnir had been sleeping on the roof, and the attic window opened onto it.

Angel lowered his brows and in a nostalgic tone, whispered softly, “This was given to me by the person closest to me. It holds great significance to me.”

Fafnir pursed her lips, thinking it might be something like a parental heirloom. Initially curious, she now lost interest.

Fafnir no longer mentioned the necklace but said seriously, “You promised that young fire demon to let it experience the ocean’s rhythm.”

Angel nodded as it was a matter done in Fafnir’s presence; why was she bringing it up again all of a sudden?

After a moment of silence, Fafnir said, “Earlier, I saw the serving fire demon by that young fire demon, and it carried an unspeakable aura.”

Serving fire demon? Angel recalled seeing a red-robed figure by the young fire demon that seemed to be in a master-servant relationship. Could it be the serving fire demon?

Fafnir nodded, confirming Angel’s guess.

“An unspeakable aura, you mean…” Angel asked in confusion.

For an instant, Fafnir looked dazed. When she first saw that serving fire demon, she felt a strange aura surrounding it… Now that she thought about it, the young fire demon also had it, though faint.

Fafnir had not paid attention initially, until she lay resting on the roof. She had only meant to close her eyes, but ended up falling asleep. In her sleep, she dreamt of when, as a young dragon, her father took her to the inner layers for a demon celebration. At that event, she first witnessed the greatest beings of the Abyss!

When she awoke, recalling the terrifying, gigantic silhouette from her dream, Fafnir suddenly remembered the aura on that serving fire demon.

“Demon God.” Fafnir said, “That serving fire demon is tinged with a trace of the Demon God’s aura; it might not be the Demon God itself, but it is a descendant, and since the aura hasn’t dissipated, it suggests they have recently been in contact with something related to the Demon God.”

In Angel’s shocked expression, Fafnir continued, “Anyway, anything that can carry the Demon God’s aura is not to be taken lightly. Try not to host that young fire demon. Even if you do, it’s best not to let it get hurt.”

After giving a solemn warning to Angel, Fafnir left with a heavy heart. However, Angel’s shock had not yet subsided.

Demon God’s aura? A descendant of the Demon God?

Swallowing dryly, Angel suddenly thought of something, “It can’t be such a coincidence, can it?”

He had already learned from Sanders that the Frostmoon Alliance had been setting up in the Abyss for so long for a purpose. Wasn’t it all to hunt down the offspring of a Demon God, so that Monty could break through the final barrier and advance to the rank of Legend!

Previously, at Watchguard Fortress, Angel learned that the Critical Forest was likely the place where the offspring of the Demon God would appear, which worried him greatly. He had only come to the Abyss to ask Sanders to solve Jon’s problem and did not want any additional complications. Later, the arrival of the Pilgrim of Misfortune ended the possibility of the Demon God’s offspring appearing, and only then did Angel begin to relax a little.

Yet before long, he came to Lassudral on a mission and unexpectedly encountered a demon with the aura of a Demon God.

Could it be… that the legendary offspring of the Demon God was planning to come from Lassudral to the surface layer of the Abyss?

“It can’t be this coincidental,” Angel muttered to himself as if trying to hypnotize himself.

At this moment, a crisp “ting-a-ling” sound suddenly came through the wind.

It was the sound of wind chimes, the ones Angel had hung outside the yard before.

Angel walked absentmindedly down from the attic, opened the back door, and found that it was Canaan who had rung the wind chimes.

Canaan was now leaning against a big tree, and although only the side of his face was visible, his expression carried a strange sense of satisfaction.

His hair was no longer tied up as before, but completely let down. With the wind blowing, his water-blue long hair fluttered and danced in the air. Together with the blue horn on his forehead, and the lake-like sparkling eyes, he looked quite striking and beautiful against the backlight.

The changes in Canaan were not just limited to letting his hair down. His formerly plain and light dress had somehow stained with specks of deep red.

Like fallen camellia flowers in the snow, strikingly vibrant and somewhat harsh on the eyes.

The sound of Angel coming downstairs made Canaan turn his head. Angel also saw the other half of Canaan’s face… smeared with vivid red blood.

Now, Angel understood what the red dots on Canaan’s dress were; they were likely bloodstains too.

Canaan, with a blood-covered face, began to laugh joyfully, almost hysterically. After a long while, he stopped and said to Angel:

“Shopkeeper, I have returned. Also, thank you—”

“What’s there to thank.” Angel walked into the yard and began to recreate an Illusionary Realm, “Now that you’re back, let’s open the shop.”

Canaan hummed in agreement, then said, “Shopkeeper, aren’t you curious why I’m thanking you?”

Angel stopped, “You have your reasons to thank, why should I inquire? Clean yourself up and get ready to receive today’s guests.”

Canaan had wanted to say that he had taken his revenge, finally crushing the Serpent Tail Demon that had humiliated him under his feet, all thanks to the rhythms of the ocean. He was grateful for the new life Angel brought him. However, Angel’s nonchalant reply left him slightly taken aback, and though he had much on his mind, he swallowed his words in the end.

“Alright.” Canaan gave a charming smile, as if sweeping away all the dust and stains from the past.

As a blue light flickered, the bloodstains on Canaan’s body vanished instantly, and he was restored to his fresh and clean appearance. Then, he prepared to return to the shop.

At this point, Angel suddenly called out to him.

“Canaan, has anything big happened in Lassudral recently?”

Canaan, puzzled, replied, “A big event? What do you mean, shopkeeper?”

“Like the arrival of a significant figure, or rumors of Demon City beginning martial law?” Angel asked.

Canaan thought for a moment and shook his head, “I haven’t heard anything of the sort.”

Angel nodded, signaling Canaan to attend to his own matters while he turned back to the attic.

The answer Canaan gave, to be honest, eased Angel slightly. Since Lassudral had no reaction, it also meant that his previous guess might have been wrong; the suspected offspring of the Demon God might not come in the short term, or perhaps he was scaring himself and there was no such thing as the Demon God’s offspring at all.

Either way, his stay in Lassudral was to be not more than three days; once he left in three days, even if the Demon God’s offspring did come, it would no longer concern him.

With this thought, Angel’s originally apprehensive mood relaxed a bit.

However, there was still an urgent matter that needed Angel’s attention.

Regarding the juvenile Fire Demon.

Fafnir had told him to treat the juvenile Fire Demon with caution, so he had to take it seriously.