The metal eye hovered above the scythe.
The rumbling noises coming from the furnaces never stopped. The high temperature of the lava pool distorted the image being transmitted to Angor's mind.
In the distorted image, Angor saw the scythe's owner's expression, which was also twisted. It was struggling, roaring, and desperate.
No matter how much it begged, cursed, or cursed, the chain still devoured its life force. Not even its bones were left behind.
Angor didn't recognize the chain at all.
Was this really the chain that he had forged?
He calmed himself down and looked around at the empty lava pool. Then, he ordered the scout puppet to leave.
While the scout puppet left the pool, Angor began to think about Bobota.
He remembered the demon who was devoured by the chain once asked, "Why did you do this, Floral Sparrow?"
But when he thought about Bobota, he suddenly recalled a memory that had been buried deep in his mind for a long time.
Angor didn't talk much with Bobota. The few times he did, he had a good impression of Bobota. Bobota was a very talkative person. When Angor first met him, Bobota chatted with him about a lot of topics, which helped Angor to lower his guard against Bobota.
Speaking of which, Bobota told Angor about "Floral Sparrow" when they were chatting.
There were two reasons why Angor could recall such trivial memories. First, his memory got better as he grew stronger. Second, Bobota's topic was quite interesting.
Bobota's joke about his own name was still fresh in Angor's mind.
"People who hear my name for the first time will find it strange. It's a custom where we come from. We must never forget our names, even if we have to fight against time. " Bobota, who was standing in the depths of Angor's memory, chuckled. "It's a great insult to us if anyone forgets our names. That's why the older generation began to go astray in order to make our names memorable.
"My name is normal now. My sister's name is the weirdest. Floral Sparrow is our national bird. My old man named her Floral Sparrow so that people would remember her name. Don't you think it's funny?"
Bobota used this self-deprecating way to explain his own name. It was the first time Angor heard a non-slave mocking his own name, and it left a deep impression on him.
It was like adding a picture frame to his memory. Angor would forget a lot of details and names in the long years he spent at the edge of the cliff. However, he would never forget these words. Just as Bobota said, "Even if we have to fight against time, even if we have to be laughed at, our names must never be forgotten..
He didn't forget the name, which reminded him of Flower Sparrow's name.
Since Bobota admitted that Floral Sparrow was his sister, Angor could not help but wonder. Considering all the clues they had, whether it was the chains made by Angor himself or Bobota's similar appearance, they all proved that the demon was Bobota.
"Bobota seemed to have said some strange things before, such as being devoured by that greedy old bastard and becoming the fuel for the revival of our race …"
What did that mean? Our race? Wasn't he a human? Bobota's bone card clearly stated that he was a human.
The more Angor thought about it, the more he found Bobota strange. His words, the effect of the simple chain, and the Blood Soul Sacrifice … a series of events seemed to be connected by an unknown secret thread. However, if one did not know the internal logic behind it, it would still be like being covered by a layer of gauze, blurring and making it impossible for one to see through it clearly and guess what it was.
Angor also had a question about Floral Sparrow.
When he heard the name "Floral Sparrow", he had a flash of inspiration in his mind, but he could not come up with an answer no matter how hard he tried.
"Floral Sparrow isn't Bobota's sister. Is there something else I've heard of?" He did not remember anything about Floral Sparrow in his memory. So where did he get the idea from?
Angor had no clue about Floral Sparrow now. As for Bobota, he could not find an answer no matter how hard he tried. He decided to put it aside for now and wait until he had a chance to find Bobota or other humans.
Maybe Bobota was just a scout sent by the wizard organization to Demon City. Of course, this was highly unlikely. Even if they did send a scout, they would not send an apprentice to such a dangerous place.
Since there was nothing else to explore in the lava pool, Angor shifted his attention to the "Raincloud Cage" he found earlier.
He sent a scout puppet inside, but it lost contact with the puppet as soon as it entered the cage.
Since he was too focused on the lava pool, he didn't know what was going on, so he decided to check it out again.
Angor ordered the scout puppet near the lava pool to fly toward the Raincloud Cage.
It had been a while, and the Raincloud Cage looked even more majestic than before.
The dark clouds in the sky and the burning smoke on the ground had completely merged into one, completely sealing off the area. Looking from afar, other than the lingering clouds and the vague shadows of the buildings, nothing else could be seen.
As the scout puppet approached, Angor noticed that the image was getting blurry.
It was partly due to the clouds, and partly due to the interference of the chaotic energy.
When the scout puppet was about to enter the Raincloud Cage, the image suddenly went black, and the transmission was cut off.
This time, he finally understood why the scout puppet was disconnected from the outside world. Before the image was cut off, Angor clearly heard the sounds of battle coming from inside the cage, which sounded even more shocking than before. It seemed the battle had reached its climax.
It was definitely a battle between wizards.
The energy ripples created by such a battle could even pierce through space. It was almost impossible to use a low-level alchemy item like the scout puppet to see the chaotic energy. Unless Angor had enough materials to make a mid-tier scout puppet. But it was too late to do that now.
Angor felt a little frustrated that he could not see into the Raincloud Cage. He had to send a scout puppet to wander around the area and wait for the battle to end before he could see what was going on.
While Angor was feeling a little disappointed about his scout puppet's failure, another scout puppet that was flying toward the city center brought him a message.
Angor saw Canaan.
When the fire patterns appeared in the sky and the flames started to go out of control, Canaan left the shop and said that it was going to check out the situation. Afterwards, the appearance of the Flowing Fire, the sea of fire that covered the Psychedelic Hut, and Fafnir's Wind Domain … Canaan did not return during this series of events.
Angor was a little worried at first. But since Canaan was a water-type half-blood demon, it should not go out of control. Besides, Canaan was very familiar with Rasudran, so Angor did not think too much about it.
Angor even thought that it was a good thing to part ways like this. He already finished his business in Rasudran, and he was ready to return to Ice Valley.
However, he did not expect to see Canaan again through the scout puppet.
Canaan did not seem to be in good condition. It was lying at the bottom of an undulating cliff with a large rock covering its body.
The reason why they were able to discover Canaan was because a large amount of smoke was emitting from where Canaan was. That was why the scouting puppet had noticed him.
When Angor used the scout puppet to check Canaan's condition, he realized that the smoke came from Canaan's blood, which was evaporated by the scorched earth.
Yes, blood.
Canaan was bleeding so much that it almost looked like it was soaked in blood.
There was a dark, penetrating hole in its chest and abdomen. A large amount of blood flowed out from the bloody hole. The only thing worth rejoicing over was that Canaan had not completely lost consciousness. A thin layer of watery light surrounded the bloody hole. It seemed to have a healing effect. However, the healing effect was not ideal. Blood was still flowing out from the wound.
Canaan's face was pale, and its eyes were wide open. It kept mumbling something.
Through the scout puppet, Angor heard Canaan saying, "I can't sleep. If I sleep, I can't maintain the healing effect. I'll die … I don't want to die. I can't sleep …"
Canaan's strong will to live allowed it to maintain the watery light around its wound. However, the price for that was endless pain. Angor could clearly see Canaan's forehead covered in sweat. All the veins and tendons on its body were bulging and twitching. The pain was persistent and intense.
Anyone with a weak will would have given up already. After all, they were in the middle of nowhere, and there was a war between humans and demons. Who would care about a demon trying to survive in a corner?
Canaan managed to hold on for so long because of its desire to live, as well as its will.
However, willpower alone was not enough. Canaan would eventually die in pain and despair unless someone could help it.
Angor was probably the only one who could save Canaan right now.
Then, should he save it?
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
