Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1086: Section 1087: A Close-quarters Skirmish  

Angel’s situation was indeed as Sanders had imagined, very safe.

Although the area was surrounded by a rolling sea of fire, the spot where the Misty Cabin stood was covered by the Domain of Wind, preventing any flames from eroding into the yard.

Fafnir even occasionally grabbed a few roasted demons from the sea of fire outside to eat, which could be described as very comfortable.

In this yard, Angel naturally faced no danger.

However, his thoughts were actually on the floating ice in the sky. There was something unusual about the blood in his hands, and he had a vague premonition that perhaps Sanders was on the floating ice in the sky. The thought alone caused Angel’s mood to start fluctuating.

“I do not forbid you to leave, but do you think you can fly safely up to the sky?” Fafnir asked with a raspy voice, as she picked at her teeth and coldly taunted Angel.

Although she had been enjoying the show, she had also caught glimpses of Angel’s movements out of the corner of her eye.

Upon hearing this, Angel’s face darkened.

Indeed, he was self-aware. The demons usually left him alone, allowing him to run his shop because Fafnir was close by. But if he were to fly up into the sky now, without Fafnir’s protection, he was sure to be torn to shreds.

Also, he wasn’t entirely sure his guess was correct. Maybe Sanders wasn’t on the floating ice, and going up there could just be asking for trouble.

Beyond that, there was another factor restraining his impulsive thoughts.

Angel turned to look at the ice ball hovering over his shoulder. Binaqionse’s dragon scales were currently charging the Icebound Hex, and it couldn’t be put away into his bracelet yet. If he left this place, causing Toby to accidentally run into trouble, it would be terrible.

So, for various reasons, Angel restrained himself.

As long as he knew that Sanders hadn’t fallen in the Spatial Passage, there would always be a time to meet.

While Angel was thinking this way, suddenly, a thunderous boom came from outside. Moreover, the source of the sound was very close to him. The instant the sound exploded, Angel’s heart skipped a beat, and all the hairs on his body stood on end.

After calming his emotions with effort, Angel looked towards the source of the sound.

He saw that less than two hundred meters from the Misty Cabin, a pitch-black hole had appeared, and on either side of the hole stood two figures.

Originally, this was the main thoroughfare that led straight to the core area. But since the fire from the sky had fallen and the corpses of demons had crashed down, it turned into a sea of fire that burned everything around, including the forest outside the Misty Cabin.

Angel tried to look through the flames to see the situation outside, but the blazing fire in the sea of flames kept darting about, obscuring his vision.

The only thing he could see was the two figures facing off outside, both appearing to have graceful figures, likely two women.

Moreover, these two figures seemed somewhat familiar to Angel.

Angel was itching to see clearly what was happening outside. But with the Domain of Wind shielding him, he couldn’t extend his Spirit Tentacles out. As his curiosity grew unbearable, Angel turned his attention to the indolently lounging Fafnir.

Angel approached with a sheepish expression, “Honorable Fafnir, this humble human has a request…”

After a while, Angel was enveloped in a layer of faint breeze, a favor he had secured from Fafnir. When he extended his Spirit Tentacles outside the Domain of Wind, they didn’t trigger the wind realm’s defense mechanism.

In front of Fafnir, a variety of food that Angel had brought from the Wizards’ Realm was piled up, including Magic Marrow Meat, beauty shells, the Gourmet Sorcerer’s special roast meat seasoning pack… as well as Dairy Fruit Tree sap, and several bottles of fine wine that Lyon had insisted he take.

Angel knew that Fafnir was purely treating the battle in the sky as a theatrical performance, and like any show, it was incomplete without delicious accompaniments. Through the exchange of these small items, Angel successfully secured his “ticket” to watch the show.

Before, he could only look up at the sky, but with the flame and the Domain of Wind as obstructions, his view wasn’t very clear. Now that his Spirit Tentacles could pass through the Domain of Wind, his view became much clearer than before.

Angel couldn’t wait to extend his Spirit Tentacles out.

This time, the edges of his Spirit Tentacles were surrounded by a breeze, and as expected, the Domain of Wind no longer obstructed him, allowing him to explore smoothly.

Initially, Angel wanted to check out the figures he had found somehow familiar earlier, but as he extended his Spirit Tentacle, the first thing he saw was several tall figures flying out from the Void Tower in the distance—

A highborn lady with tentacles of terror under her skirt, a giant lizard engulfed in fire, a demoness with three faces, a shadow cloaked in smoke…

Among them was Yadasai, whom Angel had seen before, clad in black bone armor!

Seeing Yadasai, and looking at where they had come from—the Void Tower, it wasn’t difficult for Angel to guess the identities of the other figures; they were likely the great demons who stood at the peak of Lassudral’s Pyramid!

Did not expect the great Demon to take action so quickly?!

Angel looked towards those great Demons, originally thinking they were heading to block Frostmoon’s floating ice, but to his surprise, after leaving the Void Tower, they dispersed, all but the figure shrouded in smoke that headed for the Sky Mechanical City’s floating ice; the whereabouts of the other great Demons remained a mystery.

Angel’s brow furrowed; even though he was not on the floating ice, if he put himself in the humans’ shoes, those great Demons rising en masse would have been pressuring, but at least the situation would have been clear. If they acted separately and their destinations were unknown, that would bring pressure too, and even more so than before.

Because Lassudral was the Demon’s domain, no one knew what those great Demons were up to or how their actions would impact the human camp, it was hard to say.

For the human camp, battling in the Abyss was difficult enough, let alone the fact that they were now in Demon territory, already at a significant disadvantage. The best strategy for now might be a swift battle to avoid the greatest losses. But seeking a swift resolution would lead into another quagmire. How were they to hunt Aoluxiya, escape, and what about facing the variable that was the night innkeeper? These were issues the human side needed to consider.

No matter what, this battle was destined to bring catastrophic losses to humanity.

Angel felt a slight sadness in his heart; Wizards, in order to maximize their interests, sometimes had no choice but to proceed, even when they knew they were like moths to a flame. Like how Sky Mechanical City had sacrificed a number of Apprentices for the Purification Garden’s Leap Transition, and down to the most elite seeds were the ones who survived and gained the benefits.

He couldn’t judge whether these actions were right or wrong, but facing the inevitable cruelty that would arise, he felt a sense of helplessness and sighed.

Angel shook his head, withdrawing his gaze.

That shadow within the smoke might well face off against Frostmoon in the sky, but the battle was too far from the floating ice; even if Angel strained his eyes, he wouldn’t see clearly. He would do better to focus on the battles around him, such as the two opposing figures he had seen earlier.

Angel turned his gaze back, fixing it upon the nearby battlefield.

When he made out the two opposing figures clearly, his expression turned strange.

His intuition had not been wrong; he recognized both of the figures.

“Indeed, the first to seek out humans for trouble is the Minotaur, with whom I’ve wanted to spend many passionate nights. Alas, it’s just a fool interested only in battle,” said a Succubus, with a seductive laugh accompanying the slightly bewitching words. However, although the voice came from her nose, the laugh emitted from the mouth on her forehead.

Such a unique form, Angel recognized immediately—it was Nya the Pannas Charm Demon, who had recently visited the Misty Cabin.

The woman confronting Nya was not swayed by her words, and although she noticed the shadow drifting towards the sky, she understood that the immediate dispute was of utmost importance compared to the unreachable battle.

“Spare me your nonsense, and don’t bother with your clumsy arts of seduction. I have no interest in you,” she said as her frosty hair began to dance, her eyes like fiery colored glaze emitting an astonishing glow.

This was a woman of imposing aura, one who looked as unshakable as a permanent iceberg. This terrifying presence, often absent in many men, was hers.

“Wilderness Witch, Sinafa,” Angel murmured her name softly.

Angel hadn’t expected that after separating from his Mentor, the first familiar face he’d encounter would be Sinafa.

Considering the aura that Sinafa was emitting, it seemed that the curse she received in Ice Valley had been lifted.

Angel remembered Mentor Fafnir once saying that Nya was just a step away from being a great Demon; by that measure, Nya belonged to the realm of Second Level True Knowledge.

Now that Sinafa’s power had returned to its peak, she should be slightly stronger than Nya. Adding to that, Sinafa’s creation magic was of extreme opposing forces; if they were to fight, Sinafa’s chances of victory would be much higher.

However, the two had not yet truly begun to battle.

Although seemingly calm, the energy between them was relentlessly clashing. Using his spirit tentacles, Angel could clearly see phantom shadows above their heads entangled in struggle.

With such high-level conflict, Angel could not see much. His thoughts were not on their clashing energies, but on another matter.

Why was Sinafa here?

Or rather, why was Sinafa here alone?

Angel did not bother to speculate about Nya’s wanderings, but Sinafa’s presence here clearly had a purpose. As Frostmoon’s apparent second-in-command, every move Sinafa made was bound to have a reason.

And in this area, what might be worthy of Sinafa’s attention? The Misty Cabin? Since Fafnir had mentioned humans snooping around, it was natural that Misty Cabin had been exposed to the human camp. However, now hidden by fire and obscured by the Domain of Wind, it was clearly not worth human exploration.

If not the Misty Cabin, then what in the southern suburbs of Lassudral would be deemed significant by Frostmoon? The only place Angel could think of was one.

The Hunting Museum.