The sudden attack was completely out of Angor's expectation. By the time Angor realized what was going on, the attack was already in front of his face, and he could only see darkness.
Angor's body didn't even have time to react. His pupils shrank.
At this critical moment, the wind barrier around Angor suddenly gained new strength as if it was injected with new energy. When the black light reached Angor's face, it felt like a cannonball hitting a thick layer of rubber. It bent a little, but it couldn't go any further.
"How dare you attack an emissary of Oderklas in my territory?" Fafnir's cold voice echoed in Angor's ears.
Finally, he felt his surroundings returning to normal. His heartbeat returned to normal, and the silence around him turned into noises again. Even his blurry vision became much clearer.
He looked up and saw Fafnir not far from him.
He didn't know what happened or what Fafnir was talking about, but he knew it was Fafnir who blocked the attack for him.
Angor wanted to thank Fafnir, but he didn't have the chance to do so in such a tense situation.
Iyadese, who had retracted his wings and was now wearing black bone armor, said something, and Fafnir's aura instantly increased. Fafnir's red and green eyes glowed faintly. Lines of dragon scales slowly emerged on its oily black skin. A terrifying shadow of a dragon slowly appeared behind Fafnir's back. It was Fafnir's Wind Dragon form!
The atmosphere seemed to have reached a freezing point.
Angor's mind raced as he tried to figure out what he should do now. However, before he could do anything, a gust of black wind suddenly appeared under his feet.
Angor froze for a second before the gust of black wind swept him away and sent him flying in a parabola.
When Angor finally regained his balance and tried to control Night Dash to get rid of the black wind, the gust of black wind disappeared on its own.
At the same time, Angor landed in front of a large building.
He saw a familiar signboard: Hall of Prey.
Of course, Angor knew that the gust of black wind was Fafnir's doing as well. If he stayed here, Fafnir would have to divert some of his attention to protect him, which would prevent him from doing anything.
The Hall of Prey was the safest place in the whole of Rasudran. At least Angor wouldn't have to worry about Fafnir's safety.
Angor stood at the entrance of the hall and looked toward the woods in the south. He could only see vague shadows and the energy vortexes in the sky.
Fafnir's attack already.
Angor's mind was a little worried, but he knew that going back to kill him. Since Fafnir's mind, Fafnir's, Fafnir, Fafnir's back.
Fafnir, Fafnir, of course, of the Hall of Fafnir... and as soon as Fafnir......... of.
After walking into the Prey Pavilion, he was surrounded by a cold silence, and all the disturbances of the outside world seemed to have disappeared.
He walked through the cold hall and did not see the owner of the nightclub.
...... and Angor's' ''s.. it's's's's......
Angor didn't get too close. He stayed far away from Night's back.
While waiting for Night to come back to its senses, Angor looked at the painting that shared the same name as Fafnir's. Angor's pupils shrank when he looked at the painting.
Night once said that when the flame in the painting completely consumed Night, the shackles that bound it would disappear.
But now, the ratio between the flame and Night in the painting had completely changed. Before, there was only a thin line of flame in the painting, and most of the painting was filled with Night. But now, Night had been pushed to a corner. Only 20% of the painting was left, while the rest of the painting was filled with raging flames.
Angor's eyes widened as he stared at the changed painting.
Is Night going to take that step?
To Night, that was the path to becoming a lord. In the wizarding world, Monchi, Rhine, Flunza, and the other wizards had been pursuing this step for a long time.
When Fafnir's' 'story was told by Fafnir, Angor didn't feel like it was real. But when he looked at the painting that was slowly changing, he had a vague feeling that he was about to witness the birth of a supernatural being.
Night, which had been staring at the painting for a long time, finally moved.
"You're here." Night looked at Angor and spoke in a soft voice.
"I'm here," Angor replied without thinking.
Night nodded. Angor stepped forward and stood side by side with Fafnir. Maybe it was an illusion, but when Angor approached the painting, he felt something burning hot. It was as if the flame in the painting was real, and it was about to break through the plane and reach the real world.
"Mr. Fafnir, Night in the painting is almost gone."
"I've said it before. Night has always existed and will never die."
"When will the flame completely cover Night?" Angor asked.
"Not yet," Night said casually. "But it won't take long."
Night didn't tell Angor what the final step was. Instead, he asked about Angor's intention.
"Mister Fafnir sent me here …" Angor briefly explained what happened in the shop and sighed. "I'm here to ask if you have the Fire Relayer Stone fragments."
"We'll need another day. But I've already made the Ember Dissolver with Hellfire." Night took out a bottle and tossed it to Angor.
It was a finely-made red bottle with a sparrow-shaped opening. Strange runes were painted on it, which didn't look like something found in the Abyss Plane.
The body of the bottle was slightly hot, and when it shook slightly, one could hear the sound of liquid flowing inside, accompanied by the crackling sound of flames burning.
He opened the bottle and was surprised to see what was inside. Although the bottle was small, it seemed that the space inside the bottle had been expanded in some way. The small bottle was filled with almost an entire aquarium of Ash Fire Dissolving Agent. The bright red color of magma and the intense heat of the Ash Fire Dissolving Agent spread out in all directions.
"It's not easy to make something like this, so I made more. I've heard from Feng that if you alchemists use it to refine items, you can add some chaotic dark energy from the abyss. "Night said.
He quickly put the bottle back into his bracelet with gratitude and gratitude. This was a good item that was not any less valuable than Seamus' bones. Furthermore, only the Flame-Relay Demon could possess the Hellfire, which meant that it was almost a unique existence among humans.
Angor put them away in his bracelet and thanked Night Meng for his help.
Night chuckled but didn't say anything. It didn't take much effort to make Ember Dissolver. Besides, Angor bought the materials himself.
"I wonder how the shop is doing." Angor put away the bottle and thought about something else. Fafnir saved his life. "Can I stay here for a bit longer?"
"Of course." Night nodded. "Don't worry about Fafnir. Very few people in Rasudran can hurt her. There's no one who can keep her. "
Hearing this, Angor felt a lot better.
However, he was still confused when he thought about what happened earlier. He didn't know why Iyadese suddenly attacked him. Angor's transformation shouldn't have any side effects, right? Iyadese didn't want to kill Angor, even if Angor didn't want to thank him.
Angor shook his head. He couldn't understand a word they were talking in ancient demon language. He would have to wait until he saw Canaan and ask him what had happened. He remembered that Jaeger had pointed at him, and Iadase had immediately attacked him.
Is Iyadese jealous? Angor rubbed his temples in confusion.
For once, Night looked away from the painting and looked at the place where the energy was gathering in the woods.
A moment later, Night looked away and gave Angor a strange look. "Panas awakened in your shop?"
"Awakened? What do you mean? "
Night pointed at the air, and Angor's shadow appeared out of nowhere.
Angor nodded. "If this is the awakening Mr. Nightclub talked about, then it is."
Night glanced at Angor and suddenly realized why Angor could earn so much money so fast. The Abyss Awakening required one's willpower, but it was like a fire in a prairie. Without a source of fire, it would never burn. Angor's journey was to find that source of fire.
No wonder so many demons were willing to go to the Ocean Rhythm to awaken Panas' succubus.
Angor couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean by 'awakening'?"
"Awakening is when a demon's power reaches a new level of evolution."
Angor was surprised by Night's words. This was like the difference between a Dark Gold Gargoyle and a Gargoyle. They were both Gargoyles, but there was a huge difference in strength between them.
As Night went on, Angor's expression grew darker and darker.
Awakening was also called Abyss Awakening.
It was a form of awakening induced by the power of Abyss. Once awakened, it meant not only a new level of evolution, but also … the removal of a demon's limit.
Why was it so rare for a half-blood demon to reach the level of a high-tier demon? Why was it so difficult for a demon to reach the next level? An imp could train for thousands of years and still remain an imp.
It was all because of the bloodline limit.
Compared to humans, demons were born stronger and had longer lifespans. However, they had one weakness, which was that they couldn't remove the bloodline limit.
This limit meant that once a demon reached its limit, it would be very difficult for them to improve further. Humans also had their own "great barrier", but they had all kinds of ways to break through it. Demons, however, couldn't do that. There were millions of demons, and only one of them could break through the limit.
However, nothing was absolute. If a demon wanted to break through the limit, there were ways to do so.
Among them, the most difficult but most effective method was to awaken.
Once awakened, a demon's limit would increase infinitely.
Without the bloodline limit, Angor would no longer be stuck as a mid-tier demon. He might even become a lord!
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