Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1181: Section 1182: The Descent of the Gods

Night was momentarily entranced.

Even against the backlight, it had clearly seen the person speaking.

It was the sight of that face that made Night feel dazed.

For that face was almost identical to Aoluxiya’s!

Not just the visage, but the voice and stature were also strikingly similar to Aoluxiya’s.

It was as if it was a clone!

Who was it?

This question was not only on Night’s mind, but also throbbing in everyone else’s hearts.

As Monty stared at the being that looked identical to Aoluxiya, his heart began to race; a terrifying conjecture formed in his mind… According to his experiences in the deeper layers of the Abyss over the years, Aoluxiya should have had no siblings. Yet this being, bearing an exact resemblance to Aoluxiya and having the ability to command the Lord Galal, suggested its identity was on the verge of revelation!

—It should not be referred to as ‘it’, but as ‘He’!

Night seemed to have realized something too, its pupils slightly contracted, and it cautiously uttered a revered name, “Lord of the Flameless?”

Night’s question remained unanswered, but the other party revealed a meaningful smile and then jumped down from Galal’s shoulder to the place where the spatial vortex had been before.

With a light tap, a spatial passage appeared out of thin air on the spot.

Galal bowed his head and asked, “Lord of the Flameless, your faithful servant longs to accompany you.”

Galal’s words confirmed the newcomer’s identity!

This being, bearing an identical appearance to Aoluxiya, was indeed the Lord of the Flameless, who sought the eternal flame, burning it to its limits!

“No need, naughty children, I will personally discipline them,” the Lord of the Flameless glanced slightly, his gaze turning to the distant humans, and said with a curl of his lips, “As for you, perhaps you could amuse yourself with these little friends.”

As Galal looked towards the humans, everyone felt as if they were being watched by the Grim Reaper at that moment, a sinister sense of powerlessness rising from the bottom of their hearts.

Having said that, the Lord of the Flameless stepped into the spatial passage.

However, just as his figure was about to be submerged by the spatial passage, he suddenly turned his head towards Night, “I hope you take my words seriously, for I will be very sad not to meet you.”

With that, the spatial passage locked, and His figure disappeared.

Night’s expression showed no change, but a hint of gloom was evident in its eyes.

What had the Lord of the Flameless said before?

—”Once this is over, I hope you will come to my world for a chat.”

The meaning of these words was clear: they conveyed a hope to take Night under his command. Night was well aware that once it went, it would become a servant to the Lord of the Flameless, just like Galal.

Actually, relying on a Demon God seemed to be an option. However, Night had learned from Feng why some Demon Lords could rival or even surpass the realm of a Demon God—it was because they maintained their own will.

And becoming a servant of a Demon God often meant losing autonomy, with no chance to act on one’s own will.

Night’s goal was not just to reach a realm comparable to that of a Demon God; it even aspired to surpass Demon Gods, Great Demon Gods, transcend all boundaries, and take a look from above the pinnacle. Therefore, it did not want to become a servant of the Lord of the Flameless.

That was why, with the Lord of the Flameless’s proposal, Night’s gaze turned so dark.

“Newborn Monarch of Fire, it seems like you are resisting in your heart?” After the Lord of the Flameless’s departure, Galal remained.

Night glanced at Galal, stating indifferently, “Resisting? Not really. I am just considering which rules in my domain need to be perfected.”

Galal: “You have plenty of time to perfect them, you know. For the Lord of the Flameless, a hundred years is but a moment. Once you have perfected your domain, seeking out the Lord of the Flameless will not be too late.”

Galal’s words were hinting that the Lord of the Flameless had given Night a deadline of a hundred years.

Night’s brows furrowed lightly and it spoke softly, “A hundred years is neither short nor long; some unexpected events might occur.”

Galal’s lips curved into a cold smile, fully aware of Night’s resistance. It too had resisted once. But the great currents of the world always flowed from start to finish, with fate already written in stone, and no one able to change it.

While Night and Galal conversed, the humans in the distance made rustling noises.

After a series of roller-coaster-like events—or more accurately, a nosedive—everyone’s feelings were complicated. Perhaps the most tragic of all was Monty, who saw hope within reach only to be snatched away at the last moment by another “human,” losing both the Primeval Flame and Aoluxiya.

Years of effort went down the drain.

More than that, when they had seen the appearance of the Demon Lord and Demon God, their hearts had already chilled; even though the Demon God had chased after the human who had taken Aoluxiya, before leaving, His instructions to Galal clearly intended for Galal to deal with them.

Meaning, after all was lost, they now had to face an opponent they could not hope to defeat.

How could Monty not despair?

Monty tried to calm his emotions and face reality, recognizing that Aoluxiya’s bloodline was out of reach for the time being, so there was no point in dwelling on it. Right now, the primary goal was figuring out how to escape from Galal’s clutches.

Now might be the opportune moment, with Galal still conversing with the owner of the Night Pavilion. Taking this chance to leave was the best option.

With this thought, Monty and the people around him exchanged glances. Despite being pressed down by a formidable pressure that left them unable to move, the chain that had bound them vanished with the Spatial Passage, and the silence rune’s effect also disappeared without a trace, allowing them to use the Word Spirit method to forcibly activate their trump card.

Even though Monty didn’t make a sound, the others received his thoughts.

Now, it seemed this was the only viable option.

As humans began to operate in secret, Sanders deeply sighed as he watched the shattered spire of the Void Tower.

Kanter spoke softly beside Sanders, “Originally, none of us expected Angel to appear in Lassudral and create such a stir. Don’t worry, Angel will be okay. Maybe the next time we see him, he’ll have accomplished some other great feat.”

When Kanter reached the end of his sentence, he specifically gave a forced laugh.

Sanders shook his head. He felt that Kanter didn’t need to give a forced laugh because what he said was very likely to be true.

…

In the endless darkness of the Void fissure, the only source of light was the crimson flames burning on the chains.

Angel, who was bound by the chains and unable to move, wore a bitter smile on his face.

He had been an observer on the periphery all along, facing off against Fafnir; how had it come to this unfortunate end?

“Take the Primeval Flame if you want it. Even say, if you wanted to cut off my ears, I’d feel it’s within the realm of acceptance.” After all, with the abilities of a wizard, there were too many ways to regrow an ear or even transplant a better one.

Why did they insist on taking him away? Wasn’t this an unnecessary complication?

Angel looked ahead at the massive figure of Popota and opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately remained silent. It wasn’t because of the silence rune; its effect had been lost when he was dragged through the Spatial Passage into this unknown destination.

The reason he ended up saying nothing was that he noticed the chaos in Popota’s eyes, which sometimes appeared clear and sometimes raged with madness.

Whatever he said now, Popota probably wouldn’t listen.

As Angel sighed in resignation, he suddenly felt his shoulder lighten. Initially, he thought the chain had relaxed its hold slightly, but before he could feel relieved, he caught a glimpse of a white shadow falling from his shoulder.

When Angel clearly saw what the white shadow was, his eyes instantly bulged.

“Damn it, it’s Toby!”

What was falling from his shoulder was Toby’s Icebound Hex! The Icebound Hex had been on his shoulder all along, largely unscathed even when shaken by an oppressive force.

But after being bound by the chains and pulled into the Spatial Passage, and now being dragged forward by Popota while bound and unable to unleash the Hand of Magic Power, the Icebound Hex finally fell after several jolts.

Angel shouted in horror.

Popota also stopped at this moment and turned back to glance at Angel; he too saw the falling Icebound Hex but did not act, just glaring at Angel with a cold look.

“I can give you the Primeval Flame! You…” Before Angel could finish, Popota interrupted him.

“Shut up, the Primeval Flame originally belongs to my tribe… the Flame of Baiyuan…” Popota began to speak but lapsed into madness again. At that moment, the chains moved slightly, and the cold touch on his skin brought clarity back to Popota’s eyes.

Without saying anything further, Popota turned and walked away.

Meanwhile, the Icebound Hex had already fallen into the dark void below. Angel knew very well that once Toby was lost in the fissures of the Void, he might never be found again.

Angel struggled desperately, but the chains shackled all his movements.

He had never expected that the chains he created would end up being the instrument of his own captivity.

As Angel’s gaze turned to despair, a pair of Flame Hands suddenly reached out from behind him and pinched towards Toby’s Icebound Hex.

As Popota began to fly again, the Icebound Hex was steadied by the Flame Hand.

Upon seeing this, Angel breathed a slight sigh of relief and turned back to look over his shoulder only to see a fireball clinging to the hem of his garment at his back.

Angel was stunned for a moment; the fireball was the juvenile fire demon Greerwu.

When he had been bound by the chains, he had only seen Aoluxiya being sucked into the Spatial Passage, but he hadn’t noticed that Greerwu was also taken along.

Toby’s Icebound Hex was fortuitously caught by Greerwu.

Looking at Greerwu, Angel softly said thanks in not-so-perfect Demon Language.

Greerwu, seemingly unaccustomed to praise, blushed and turned its head away without speaking, but its flames turned from orange-yellow to a reddish hue, indicating its bashfulness.

Angel turned back, intending to check on Toby’s condition.

But when he looked over, his expression showed surprise once again…

He realized that the pristine white Binaqionse dragon scale at the top of the Icebound Hex, that was as white as frosted jade, was, gone!

Looking down, he saw a point of white light flickering in the void below, then falling straight down, and finally vanishing into the profound darkness.

Seeing this, Angel was momentarily stunned.