Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1409: Section 1410: The Fool Died Because of Too Much Talk

With the stench of foulness, a strong gust swept over as the terrifying tail of the undead serpent lashed out.

The wind was so fierce it even tore through the space, emitting a sharp screeching noise. Being hit by such a strike would leave one not dead, then crippled!

Angel quickly sprang into action, his figure flickering as he narrowly dodged the tail attack.

In the following moments, Angel’s figure constantly shifted, while he continuously fired his gun, using the Samsara Overture to clear the undead around him. However, the efficiency of cleaning up the undead was much lower than it had been on the surface, because the red laser beams from Sersephiruth interfered, suppressing the power of the Samsara Overture to its lowest point.

Moreover, nearly half of the undead here had the ability to affect the Material Realm, unlike those scattered soldiers outside.

Therefore, Angel’s situation was extremely perilous; it could be said that he was struggling at every step.

The only thing Angel found slightly comforting was that, so far, there had been no large undead conglomerates exploding, probably because they didn’t want to attract the attention of the people above.

If the serpent or the giant were to explode, the disturbance would likely be noticed immediately by those above.

In such a predicament, Angel relied on his robust physique and extraordinary speed to barely weave through and survive amidst the undead hordes. But if this continued for an extended period, it would be greatly unfavorable for him.

There was a shriek behind Angel, and without turning around, he could feel the chaotic energy breaking down, along with intense light shining from his back—

Another undead conglomerate had exploded.

Angel immediately prepared to run, but with the giant undead interfering and Sersephiruth’s red laser timely arriving, Angel hesitated for a moment and had no choice but to perform astral projection again, using the Gravity Meridian to escape.

Although he had evaded yet another deadly pursuit, Angel’s complexion grew even paler.

It wasn’t because his physical strength couldn’t keep up, but rather the feeling of his soul being exposed was utterly awful!

As Angel’s soul felt discomfort, the attack of the undead came once more. The fist of the Mountain Giant viciously smashed into the ground, creating a massive crater; if anyone were to face this punch directly, they would likely be pulverized into a pulp… fortunately, Angel had transferred away just beforehand.

To Angel, as long as the giant undead didn’t self-destruct, they didn’t pose much of a threat for the time being.

What really made him uncomfortable were Sersephiruth’s relentless crimson lasers and those red-robed wraiths with eerie capabilities.

Let’s not mention the red-robed wraith with the Word Spirit ability for now; Angel faced another dangerous situation due to a momentary lapse when confronting other red-robed wraiths.

It was a red-robed wraith holding its own head in the palm of its hands.

When facing her, Angel was already very cautious, knowing the red-robed wraiths’ weirdness, but still, he was unfortunate to fall victim, because the wraith’s ability was almost unresolvable once triggered.

As long as someone made eye contact with her, they would inevitably be afflicted.

And with her neck eerily empty, her head cradled in her hands, this would draw even more attention. Unless one knew about her activation ceremony in advance, almost anyone who noticed her empty neck would subconsciously look at the head in her hands, and upon doing that, they would inevitably make eye contact with her eyes.

The only fortunate thing for Angel was that although this red-robed wraith’s ability was nearly unsolvable when activated, its effect was actually not particularly strong, or at least, not strong against Angel.

Illusionary Realm.

Calling it “Illusionary Realm” might not be entirely accurate; it should rather be said to be a kind of fictitious space.

This fictitious space formed from Angel’s memory, reflecting the memories he cherished and missed the most, causing him to fall into a trance.

For others, this capability might be quite difficult to counter. Once trapped in a fabricated memory space, even a momentary haze would give the surrounding undead enough time to dismantle one’s bones and devour the soul.

But Angel was different. For any Talented One in the Illusion Series, the very first lesson upon entering the gateway of Illusion Techniques was: distinguish between reality and illusion.

Only if you yourself can discern the real from the false can you grasp the hearts of others within an illusion, weaving between truth and falsity to achieve victory over your enemy.

In fact, the memory space constructed by the red-robed wraith was very close to reality, with barely any flaws visible. The only shortcoming was that she could have constructed any space, yet she chose to build one from Angel’s memories.

If one couldn’t even break through their own memories, then Angel would be unworthy of being called an Apprentice of the Illusion Series.

Angel easily discerned the truth from the false, and moreover, he regained control over his physical body from the illusion at an incredibly fast pace.

In a fictitious space, the most challenging thing is to find reality.

For example, when you are dreaming, your thoughts are deeply enmeshed within the dream. Although you are still you, can you control and move your physical body? That’s obviously difficult. It’s only possible to regain control of your body once you wake up from the dream.

Just like in the current situation, as long as one finds reality in a fictitious space, the illusion is essentially broken.

And the control over Angel’s physical body represented that reality. As long as he held onto this Origin Point, he naturally discovered the breakthrough to escape the red-robed wraith’s power, and successfully broke free from the fictitious space.

Even though he escaped from the space created by the red-robed wraith, he was not yet completely safe because he faced the siege from other undead…

Angel could have chosen to open the door and leave this place, but he didn’t, because he always felt that Princess Gumman wouldn’t leave so easily.

Even now, not knowing where she was, Angel was certain that what Princess Gumman wanted was his death, as well as the Samsara Overture, so it was impossible for her to leave. It was very likely she was observing him from the shadows.

If Angel chose to open the door and leave, he would find it very difficult to track down Princess Gumman’s whereabouts thereafter.

Angel was caught in a bitter struggle.

The bitter struggle had lasted for quite some time and even if the gigantic undead had not self-destructed, Angel was already finding it somewhat difficult to continue.

Just when Angel had started to consider “opening the door” as an option, the very thing he had been waiting for finally happened—

“Give up your struggle, you have no chance.” Accompanied by a mocking laugh, a cold voice echoed beside Angel’s ear, “Becoming my servant is the luckiest thing for you; I will make you into a Semi-Undead like me, allowing you to have thoughts just like when you were alive… What more could you possibly be dissatisfied with?”

Her voice echoed, unceasingly reverberating around him.

Angel’s gaze slowly drifted, looking around him.

“You want to find me? Impossible. Even if you kill all the undead, you won’t be able to find me. Give up your arrogance, choosing death is your only path.”

Princess Gumman’s voice was ethereal, seemingly coming from all directions, making it impossible to locate the source.

Hidden in the shadows, Princess Gumman watched Angel turning his head incessantly, a colder smirk appearing in her eyes, “No matter what, you can’t escape; there’s only one path left to you—death. Instead of being brutally killed by the undead, wouldn’t it be better to leave a whole and dignified corpse for yourself, finding a nice burial site and ending your life?”

As her words fell, Princess Gumman hidden in the shadows suddenly found that Angel had stopped searching, and his head was facing directly in her direction.

A jolt went through Princess Gumman’s heart, had he discovered her?

But on closer inspective, she found that Angel’s eyes were closed, which slightly relaxed her.

However, at that moment, Angel’s tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

Princess Gumman noticed a green light flashing through Angel’s right eye, followed by his lips curving up ever so slightly.

Princess Gumman’s eyes suddenly widened when she saw a door appear in front of Angel, and the next second, a voice reached her ears.

“Found you.” Angel’s voice rose playfully, half teasingly and half mockingly, he softly said.

Princess Gumman sharply turned her head, and Angel was suddenly there at her side.

“Oh, your appearance has actually changed, you don’t look like a Semi-Undead anymore.” Angel raised an eyebrow, looking at the undead in front of him, which had an ordinary face but expressive features, “You possess the ability to disguise your appearance, or is it that the others…”

Angel’s words were not yet finished when the facial expressions of the highly expressive undead before him slowly changed. Eventually, its gaze became the same as the other undead: resentful, chaotic, hateful… the intent to kill was there, but devoid of any thought.

Angel was stunned for a moment, then saw the veins on the undead’s face bulge as it screeched and lunged at him.

Angel frowned; he could feel that the undead before him was no longer Princess Gumman.

Helplessly, he took up the Samsara Overture and fired at the undead before him.

The undead dispersed, but Princess Gumman was nowhere to be found.

At that moment, however, Princess Gumman was hundreds of meters away, behind layers of undead, transformed into an ordinary-looking undead, gradually moving towards a dark cave.

Princess Gumman’s expression was somewhat somber; she didn’t know how Angel had discovered her, but she was very clear on one thing—if she continued to stay here, there could indeed be danger.

After all, the ability of “Undead Possession” does have significant limitations.

With this in mind, Princess Gumman quickly walked toward the cave; as she reached the entrance, she couldn’t help but turn her head to glance in the direction where Angel was located. The layers of undead obscured her view, allowing her to scrutinize Angel unimpeded.

Angel, meanwhile, was avoiding attacks from the undead while looking around, his expression appearing rather comical.

Princess Gumman snorted to herself, “Fools die from talking too much.”

If Angel had not given her time to react by shooting immediately when he appeared beside her before, with her current not-so-strong power, she might have actually died.

Too bad, Angel talked too much beforehand.

Princess Gumman turned her head, her lips curving up; she didn’t intend to keep watching, sure that in the end, other undead would bring Angel’s soul and the gun to her.

However, just as Princess Gumman was about to walk towards the cave, a deep and hoarse voice suddenly reached her ears.