Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1180: Section 1181: Lord Galal

The alien creature had one very distinct feature, which was the fiery, crimson chain it had confined itself with.

This chain, like a serpent, slowly slithered across its skin.

Just as Monty mentioned using a Word Spirit to break the Constraint, the crimson chain suddenly seemed to sense something, raised its “snakehead,” and with a forceful flick, stretched out tens of meters into thin air, instantly arriving at the center of the field.

Monty was perplexed as to why the chain was not affected by the lord’s oppressive influence. Then, in the next second, the chain suddenly burst into a bright red light.

Where the red light reached, silence ensued in an instant, as quiet as a summer night without the chirping of insects.

Even the sound of the wind disappeared without a trace.

It was as if a Silence Barrier had been placed, with the “snakehead” at its center, and a three-dimensional spatial area of several hundred meters in all directions fell under the spell of silence.

Unable to vocalize, Monty’s attempt to use Word Spirit to break the situation was thus thwarted.

Monty, with a face full of suspicion, wondered why this chain could silence them?

However, not far away, Angel’s throat moved unconsciously.

Speaking of which, this chain was something he had helped Popota forge. When Popota approached him to craft it, he had a very peculiar request: he wanted a silence Magic Pattern etched on it.

Back then Angel didn’t understand why Popota would want a silence Magic Pattern on a chain.

A chain is either used to confine an enemy, or swung like a whip to attack. Engraving it with a Magic Pattern that sapped an opponent’s strength, or a sharp Magic Pattern, all made sense, but why insist on a silence Magic Pattern?

But after all, it was the buyer’s request, and Angel didn’t suspect anything, so he agreed.

Little did he suspect that the silence Magic Pattern he’d etched on the chain would become key now?!

However, Angel was well aware that the silence Magic Pattern he had inscribed was very basic and did not have such a potent effect; it must have been the person behind Popota who had enhanced the Magic Pattern’s effect.

Still, Angel wondered, did Popota approach him to inscribe the silence Magic Pattern because he had already anticipated today’s events?

On reflection, it seemed possible.

After all, the strongest Talent of the Baiyuanians is Prophecy.

Yet, when they made the deal, he had looked over Popota’s Bone Card, and the personal information recorded didn’t seem to include the Talent of Prophecy, right?

While Angel was puzzling over this on his own, he failed to notice that after releasing the silence effect, the chain suddenly changed direction.

And the direction it turned to was precisely towards Angel.

The others did notice the movement of the chain, but as they could not speak right now, they were unable to warn Angel.

Sanders watched the chain’s movement with a sinking heart. The chain came from Popota, who coveted the Primeval Flame, and now for some reason, Angel had obtained a wisp of it. Popota’s intention was clear!

By the time Angel noticed the chain, it was almost pressing against his face.

Angel was startled, but since he could neither move nor speak, all he could do was widen his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the chain did not harm him but slowly approached Angel’s skin.

Despite the tiny flames on the chain, its touch felt cold, like that of a real serpent, caressing Angel’s skin.

Popota, who had been laughing maniacally in the distance, furrowed his brow when he saw this scene: “Hurry up and take the Primeval Flame, and get out of here!”

Popota’s command revealed his intention.

Those coveting the Primeval Flame already had darkened expressions. Meanwhile, the wizards of the Gravity Forest couldn’t help but feel schadenfreude at the scene. The Primeval Flame could greatly augment a wizard’s power. Even if one wasn’t a fire wizard, they would still cast fire Spell Techniques, right? Possessing the Primeval Flame, any non-fire wizard’s fire Spell Techniques could match or even surpass those of genuine fire wizards.

Since they weren’t keen on seeing Angel grow stronger, they naturally enjoyed the predicament of the creature trying to take Angel’s Primeval Flame. If they could have moved, they probably would have applauded.

At this moment, Sanders was actually in agreement with the people from the Gravity Forest.

He too hoped that Angel’s Primeval Flame would be taken away, not because he disliked seeing his student get stronger.

There are many ways to become stronger, and Angel had many assets in his hand, whether it was the Wilderness of Dreams, the green Pattern of the Nightmare Realm, or the Nightmare Soul Body. Focusing on any of these would lead him to shores unreachable by ordinary wizards. Thus, possessing the Primeval Flame wasn’t necessarily much better and might have even been a waste of time and distraction from other pursuits.

Furthermore, the Primeval Flame was attracting too much attention, from both demons and humans, inside and outside the Birdcage. Countless eyes were focused on Angel, and even with Fafnir’s protection, it was uncertain if he could make it out of the Abyss safely.

Therefore, Sanders would rather the Primeval Flame be taken away, so that Angel could leave the Abyss smoothly and safely, without any added complications.

Angel felt much the same.

If the Primeval Flame were taken, it might actually be better for him. So, when Popota shouted for the chain to quickly take the Primeval Flame, Angel too hoped it would be taken.

Enduring the chilling sensation as the chain moved, it soon reached the area by his ear.

However, the scene Angel had anticipated, where the Primeval Flame was taken by the chains, did not occur.

When the chain touched the Flame Mark, a powerful presence that seemed to have been dormant for ages was activated. With a loud “bang,” the chain was repelled.

Angel was stunned for a moment, and Fafnir beside him was also frozen in shock.

The Flame Mark, which Angel thought was about to expire, suddenly burst forth anew. The strong presence it emitted was even more powerful than the flame ability originally given by Oktalas!

Clearly, the Flame Mark had received some unknown enhancement through the parasitism of the Primeval Flame.

Instead of attempting a second probe of the Flame Mark, the chain sent back a message to Popota.

“Unable to acquire it for now? Then cut off his ears and bring them here!” came Popota’s voice, fraught with suppressed emotion, from the top of the tower.

For Popota, time was running out. He had to take Aoluxiya away before the Lord high above made his descent.

However, the vibration transmitted by the chain once again.

Popota’s expression darkened. From the emotional waves conveyed by the chain, it was clear that it did not want to lay a hand on Angel.

“As expected, a spirit that evolved from a low-level alchemy creation is foolish! It’s been nearly three years, and the influence of the creator’s presence still affects it! It seems that I should have brainwashed its Spirit Intelligence from the very beginning.” Initially, Popota thought that by not interfering with the chain’s awakening, it might one day become an entity of the Ancestral Spirit level. But now, it seemed too soft-hearted.

Although Popota could force the chain to act against Angel, it would take some thought and communication with the chain, something he sorely lacked at the moment: time!

Popota had already heard the sound of tearing through the air above him; the unknown Lord was about to descend. Once this Lord arrived, escape would become very difficult.

Nevertheless, Popota was not willing to give up on the Primeval Flame so easily. It was obvious that the pale yellow Primeval Flame was much more refined than the purple-white Primeval Flame within Aoluxiya!

Popota’s eyes flashed, “Then… bind him, and take him with us!”

As Popota’s words fell, Angel felt the chains bind him and then, without any hesitation, he was dragged towards the distant spatial vortex!

The night sky, having witnessed this, seemed inclined to take action, but after a slight movement of the pupils, ultimately did not intervene.

Instead, it stepped forward, blocking the figure descending from the heavens.

The comer was entirely shrouded in dark shadows, with only a pair of black and gold wings visible. The figure was massive, even twice as large as the night, which was now comparable to a giant.

“Newly ascended Monarch of Fire, do you plan to stop me?” A majestic voice reached Night’s ears.

Standing before this seasoned Lord, Night seemed like a mere child with their substantial size difference.

Night simply said, “There is no stopping you, just facing the Lord Galal.”

Galal’s gaze was icy as he looked at Night, who had only recently become a Monarch of Fire. The world’s will still lingered around him, and opposing Night now could prove unfavorable.

Eventually, Galal said nothing and snorted coldly, passing by Night.

Just as he bypassed Night and looked down, his eyes suddenly widened, “A Spatial Passage? How dare you!”

Galal was incredibly fast, arriving outside the Void Tower in an instant.

However, it was too late!

All he saw was the spatial vortex slowly shrinking and the presence of Aoluxiya gradually vanishing!

Galal turned his head to give Night a cold sidelong glance. Events in Lassudral had been obscured by the world will’s disturbance, and he couldn’t clearly see, so he was unaware of Popota’s actions.

After his arrival, he actually had a chance to save Aoluxiya but was delayed by the brief encounter with Night—now they were worlds apart!

Naturally, Galal directed his ire at Night.

But at that moment, a voice spoke up beside Galal’s ear, “Galal, don’t worry about it.”

The voice was crisp, and as it spoke, Galal’s anger dissipated instantly.

The gentle voice—

Not just Night, but everyone else felt a strange illusion.

Why did this voice sound so familiar? Who was speaking?

“Newly ascended Monarch of Fire, I’m quite interested in you. A Half-Blood Demon reaching this point is indeed a miracle. Why not let these matters be, and come to my world for a chat?”

Night also looked over only to see a figure standing on Galal’s shoulder.

Backlit by the light, the figure was not too clear to make out.

The only memorable detail was the glowing green pupils that shone brightly within the shadowy contours.