Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1222: Section 1223 Activate the Right Eye

In the dimly lit room, there was only a burning wall lamp and an empty stone bed.

All the wooden items in Wei City, whether furniture or buildings, had rotted away over the years. Angel had already cleared out these decayed items when he had come before.

Angel sat on the stone bed, quietly sensing the power of his right eye.

Ever since the fusion of his right eye, he had not had the time to study it; now, at last, he had some spare time to perceive the changes in his right eye.

He didn’t bother with the newly acquired green patterns; studying those would require a lot of time. His primary focus was the essence of his right eye.

Now, he could simply flaunt the green patterns within his right eye, but he still did not understand how the right eye operated, and Angel had never really activated it.

What changes would occur after activating the right eye?

Angel stretched out his finger, pointing at the air in front of him, where layers of ripples emanated to eventually form a water-mirror-like surface. The clear mirror reflected Angel’s features distinctly.

After the enhancement of his body, his stature had not changed, but his previously Academy Faction-like frail appearance had markedly faded. In its place was a transformation of vitality from within, like a cheetah poised to pounce, appearing slender and elegant but capable of unleashing powerful force at any moment.

His face remained the same, but his complexion had gone from pale to a more lustrous tone.

His blond hair had grown a bit longer and, being of a softer texture, the strands had fallen down, especially his bangs, which Angel deliberately let hang down, covering his right eye.

After pushing his bangs aside, Angel examined his right eye.

He had observed his right eye with spiritual tentacles before and hadn’t noticed any changes. Now, observing it with the naked eye in the water mirror, the situation was the same.

His left and right eyes looked almost identical, but upon closer inspection, one could see a faint green light shimmering in his right pupil. Observing further, those green lights turned out to be green patterns, smaller than dust particles, orbiting around the eyeball.

These patterns were undoubtedly the green ones obtained from the fusion with the right eye.

But was there truly no change from the right eye fusion beyond the patterns? Angel glanced at his right hand, which had grown larger than his left and felt that there must be more changes.

Perhaps he would only know the true effects after fully activating his right eye.

Moreover, Angel had a doubt about the right eye. Along the way, whether it was Greerwu or Popota, they both became very strange as soon as they made eye contact with his right eye, seemingly in fear of something, even though he had his right eye covered by bangs, and they still dared not look him in the eye.

This was also something he needed to investigate.

Before that, Angel prepared to first activate his right eye to see the specific situation.

…

Popota was caressing a heart-shaped pendant in his hands, opening the pendant’s secret chamber over and over again, even though the silk painting inside was no longer there.

Remembering his sister, Popota’s withered face occasionally showed expressions of reminiscence, joy, sorrow, and even anger.

He was happy that he might see his sister once he left the Abyss.

He became angry at the thought of her being taken away by those black-robed people, dying not long after, leaving only a wisp of ghost behind, filling him with uncontrollable rage.

“If only I still had strength, had the power…” Popota’s voice started suppressed but slowly turned despondent.

The air suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, Popota sighed deeply and put away the heart-shaped pendant.

Without lighting the wall lamp, Popota sat in darkness for a long time before finally standing up, containing his emotions, and leaving the room.

In the stone chamber’s hall, Greerwu was still lying on the table, holding Aoluxiya’s soul as if it were priceless. Seeing Popota emerge from the room, Greerwu let out a cold snort, a flicker of resentment in his eyes.

Greerwu had intended to intimidate Popota with his might, but as soon as this thought emerged, he envisioned the shopkeeper’s cold and displeased gaze, and the idea was immediately repressed.

In the end, Greerwu just grunted and turned his head to ignore Popota’s presence.

Popota didn’t provoke Greerwu either, and instead walked straight toward Angel’s room. The door, made of bone and unlocked, was slightly ajar.

Popota reached out to knock, but at that moment, his gaze slipped through the crack of the door and he peered inside.

With just a glance, Popota was stunned.

Angel was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, yet his right eye showed a bizarre change.

A mask covered in strange patterns was rapidly receding, turning into a liquid-like substance and merging into Angel’s right eye.

Yet that wasn’t what shocked Popota. As the mask disappeared into Angel’s right eye, an odd aura emanated from his body.

This aura resembled an illusion technique, but it was slightly different. It was somewhat similar to the aura of the Mare Stone.

As Popota wondered, a vague shadow slowly appeared behind Angel. Popota’s pupils contracted, fear flashing in his eyes. Although he couldn’t see the outline clearly, after everything that had happened, how could he not recognize it? It was the shadow of that person!

The one who had destroyed the Demon God’s True Spirit with a single blow!

“How can this be, how can he appear again?” Popota, scared, unconsciously took a step back. This tiny step made a faint sound, which was immediately captured by the people in the room.

Angel’s tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, with the pupil of the right eye shining extremely bright!

At the same moment, an invisible wave of air, with Angel at the center, diffused outward. It spread from the stone chamber at a very fast pace, reaching hundreds of meters outside before it eventually dissipated.

Popota, affected by this invisible wave, fell to his knees, trembling all over with a horrific oppressive force making him shiver uncontrollably.

Outside, Greerwu also tightened into a ball without warning, his eyes flickering with alarm.

Even the undead wandering outside the prayer chapel, when affected by the wave, began to disintegrate!

For a moment, the might even oppressed half of Wei City!

Even Wodell, who was outside the city, felt the remnants of the force that made him somewhat uneasy.

Perhaps Wodell was not greatly affected by the invisible wave, but the feeling of oppression made him immediately recall the “miracle” who had killed the Demon God’s True Spirit not long ago.

Wodell’s gaze pierced through the dark void, looking in the direction of Wei City.

After a long while, Wodell retracted his gaze and bowed his head, silent. But from the subtle movement as he stroked his bone staff, it was evident that Wodell’s heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

And Popota, who had triggered this uproar, felt the greatest impact at this moment; he felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, not just physically, but even his soul and consciousness were so suppressed that he couldn’t move.

Almost instantly, Popota felt that his body, which had just recently recovered, seemed to show signs of collapse again.

Fortunately, the oppressive feeling did not last long and soon dissipated.

However, after the aftermath, Popota still didn’t feel relieved but was sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily. It took him a long time to recover slightly.

“Why are you outside?”

He raised his head, only to see Angel leaning against the doorframe, looking at him with a skeptical eye.

After a while, inside Angel’s room.

Popota slumped against the wall on the floor, while Angel stood at the window and asked, “You say, you saw that person’s shadow behind me just now?”

Popota nodded, his breathing still not yet steady: “When you opened your eyes, bright light also shone from the eyes of the phantom shadow behind you.”

Popota’s words deeply furrowed Angel’s brows.

According to Popota’s account, he said he came to ask about Wodell, but at the door, he accidentally saw a mask merging into Angel’s right eye through the crack of the door. Right after that, a phantom appeared, and he got a fright, triggering everything that followed.

Popota was not lying, but some of his descriptions made Angel somewhat puzzled.

The mask, indeed, was real.

It was the first time that such a bloodline anomaly had appeared after Angel’s fusion with the bloodline.

When a wizard merges with a bloodline, there will undoubtedly be some bloodline anomalies, such as shape transmutations, bloodline talents, and even powerful forces originating from the bloodline. However, this was the first time for Angel after merging with the Projected Bloodline three times.

The suspected mask shape, was a transmutation that appeared after Angel activated his right eye with “Magic Power,” the specific effects of which require further exploration.

What Popota saw must have been Angel retrieving the mask.

After taking back the mask, Angel conducted a second experiment, which was to activate the right eye with the “Power of Nightmare Illusion.”

After activation, Angel didn’t feel anything, and he even thought he had failed.

But then, he heard a noise from outside the door, so he opened his eyes and looked over.

At that moment, the abundant essence of the Nightmare Realm within him suddenly depleted violently, and in a short instant, all the essence was gone!

You have to understand, Angel’s right hand was constantly emitting essence from the Nightmare Realm, and the accumulated amount was already considerable. But in that instant, it was all used up.

What followed was as Popota described—

“A very vague phantom, so indistinct its outline could barely be seen, standing behind you. As you opened your eyes, the phantom’s eyes also emitted an extremely bright light.”

“That moment, my mind was overwhelmed by that single eye.”

“My whole body was so oppressed I couldn’t move, and even my soul was trembling with fear.”

Recalling Popota’s description, Angel felt very odd. If it were a bloodline talent that consumed the essence of the Nightmare Realm, Angel wouldn’t think much of it.

But the appearance of the phantom behind him was unsettling for Angel.

It was as if someone was shadowing him, yet he was completely unaware of their presence.