After three days of fighting, the Osmium Rock was severely damaged. He could see collapsed buildings every once in a while.
Even a few of the bridges that connected to the other heaven-shaking boulders were broken.
Even so, he couldn't help but admire the City of Blessing as he reached the top of the Osmium Rock.
"Let's wait for Sennefer at the Overwatch Street," Madelyne said.
The Watchman Street was the former tavern street of the Black Earth Giant Rock. There were a large number of taverns and restaurants. However, after this battle, the Guardian Street was completely deserted. Almost all of it was in ruins. It looked even worse than the central sanctuary outside.
"Thousands of butchers with two knives came to the Overwatch Street. No one can stop them," said an apprentice who was recovering from his injuries. A sorcerer-apprentice who was recuperating on the side of the road said, "The Butchers with Dual Blades are here to steal food and drink. Their bodies are big, so when they swing their blades, the surrounding buildings can't resist at all."
It was precisely because of the large number of Dual Blade Butchers' attacks that the Guardian Street suffered more damage than other places.
"Butchers with two knives? Are they fat creatures that fly with their ears?" Angor asked.
Madelyne nodded. "Yes. They're monsters from the Abyss Plane. They look like humans, but their inner organs are completely different. Butchers with two knives love to cook and drink. Some half-blood demons like to keep them in captivity. "
No wonder they were carrying a big pot on their backs. They were also working as private cooks.
"Looks like we can't find a place to rest in the Overwatch Street." Madelyne shook her head. "Forget it. Let's just stay in the hut."
Madelyne found a flat area and released her hut. Just like before, Madelyne and Angor each had a room.
"Let's rest here for a while. Sennefer will call us soon." Madelyne went back to her own room.
He returned to his room and prepared to meditate so that he could recover the mana he used earlier.
In the Abyss, a battle could happen at any time. Every single adept had to recover their mana reserves as quickly as possible. This was something that every single adept who ventured into the Abyss must do.
Just as Madelyne said, Angor's meditation was much slower than in the wizarding world.
Luckily, he didn't use up too much energy. He only spent half a day to recover to his peak state.
When Angor opened his eyes, he saw Toby flying in through the window after taking a stroll outside. Toby had a satisfied expression on his face, as if he had done something that made him very happy.
"What's wrong?" Did you find a beautiful bird outside? "
Toby rolled his eyes at Angor. After a while, he flapped his wings and showed Angor his loot.
"You went searching for bodies at the bottom of Giant Rock Forest?" Angor was puzzled.
Toby nodded. They fought against the monsters for several hours, and they did manage to loot some useful items. However, there were simply too many monsters, and most of them simply dropped to the ground after being killed.
Angor didn't feel bad because most of the monsters were weaker than level-2 apprentices. They could only fight by instinct.
Only Flame Bone Wizards would occasionally drop broken Flame Stones, which were worth a little more. However, Flame Bone Wizards were almost as strong as top-level apprentices, and they were usually killed by wizards.
"You're smart. What do you have? I'll give you some dried fish for it." Angor chuckled.
Toby raised his head proudly. Just as he was about to take out the things that he had plundered, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't even returned the dried fish that he had promised earlier. He was probably going to owe Toby money again.
"Fine. I'll sell them for you once we leave the Abyss Plane. That way, you'll be able to find a small treasury for yourself." Toby nodded. "That's fine. I'll sell them for you after we leave the Abyss Plane.
Toby nodded happily when he heard that he could have his own personal treasury. If he had enough money, he could buy as many dried fishes as he wanted!
While Toby was fantasizing about his future life, Angor decided to check something else.
Could he connect to the dream wasteland in the Abyss Plane?
Originally, he had intended to test this out as soon as he arrived in the Abyss. However, due to the burden of the previous war, as well as the other priorities, he only had time to deal with this problem now.
He tried using Dream Enkindle on himself.
When his eyelids began to droop and his mind became muddled, he realized that something was wrong. In the past, when he used Dream Enkindle, he would immediately sense the two powers of the dream wasteland, and a miniature image of the dream wasteland would appear in his mind. But this time, he couldn't feel anything.
Angor had a depressing dream.
He dreamt of the Osmium Boulder, but at this time, the boulder had lost its protection. Its former glory was gone and only ruins were left. There were no longer any humans inside, only strange-looking demons.
The demons either occupied or destroyed the rock.
At this time, a deep darkness appeared in the sky. With incomparable power, a flaming meteor fell from the sky, completely destroying the Osmium Boulder that was already in danger.
The tower collapsed. Bricks and tiles fell like rain. The statue was shattered, and the stone head fell down from the temple. Tears of blood could be seen dripping from the eyes of the head.
The glory was gone.
Angor finally woke up. He knew that he just had a dream. But in this dream, "he" didn't exist. He was only watching the "fall" from a third-person point of view.
"That was a strange dream," Angor muttered to himself.
He once heard of such a thing from Freud — premonition dreams. When a wizard's dream was connected to an unknown entity or frequency, he or she would be able to see the future.
Such dreams were usually fragmented and illogical.
Could it be that what he had before was a foreboding dream? Did he see the final destruction of the Rock of Osmium?
Angor tried to clear his mind. "I don't care if it's a premonition dream or not. The most important thing is … I used Dream Enkindle. I fell asleep and dreamed, but I couldn't enter the dream wasteland."
Not only could he not enter the dream wasteland, but he also couldn't sense the power of the dream wasteland.
"Is it because the Abyss Plane is a shielded area? Or maybe the dream wasteland can only be used in the wizarding world? "Angor wasn't too surprised.
If the dream wasteland could be used to travel between realms, it would be really scary. If word got out, Angor would probably be detained by the Moonfrost Union's expeditionary army.
Angor wasn't surprised that he couldn't connect to the dream wasteland. But if he used the Dream Whelk in the Abyss Plane, where would the items he obtained from the dream go?
Angor had such an idea, but he didn't dare to do it right now. The Dream Whelk wasn't worth much in the eyes of other wizards, but Angor knew how valuable it was. He didn't want to make it known to everyone. If someone was willing to pay ten or twenty thousand magic crystals for the Dream Whelk, he wouldn't even have a chance to cry.
He could always try it when he met Angor.
With that in mind, he took out the Church of the Deceased from his bracelet. Torras never left the dream wasteland because he was working as a security officer in Foundation City. Now that Torras' soul was inside the Church of the Deceased, Angor couldn't connect to the dream wasteland, so he didn't know how Torras was doing.
When Angor reached his spirit feelers into the church, he saw that Torras had taken off his helmet and was reading a book on his bed.
Without his horned helmet, Torras's babyish features were revealed. It was a stark contrast to his rough temperament and hairy abs.
Since Angor didn't try to hide his spirit feelers, Torras noticed him as soon as he entered the room.
Torras quickly put on his helmet and mumbled, "Mister Padt, please knock on the door before you come in. I can't see anyone without a helmet."
Angor ignored Torras' mumbling and asked, "Did you leave Foundation City on your own accord?"
At the mention of this, Torras said with some grievance, "I didn't leave on my own accord. About a day ago, I was fighting against a liar who claimed to be a legendary grand knight, and I got ejected out of the wasteland. "
"That liar must be accusing me of cowardice. Maybe he's still spreading rumors about me in the city. Argh! I'm so pissed! " "I'm a great man who defeated Red Beard in one hit! How can I be looked down upon like this? Mister Padt, send me in now! I'm going to fight him to the death! "
Angor didn't know what to say. You fought Red Beard for three days and three nights. Why did you suddenly kill him in one hit? Could it be that you've read some weird novel again?
Angor didn't want to waste his time on an idiot like Torras.
"I'm afraid I can't. You can't go in for now."
"Why? I'm a security officer, a sharp blade that keeps the city in check! "Torras frowned." Besides, my duel isn't over yet! I can't let my reputation be tarnished! At least let me go in and finish that fight! "
"I'm sorry. The server is under maintenance."
Angor ignored Torras' cries and didn't say anything else. Ten minutes later, several novels dropped from the sky and landed on Torras' bedside table.
Hopefully, Torras wouldn't mention Red Beard again after reading these novels. After all, Torras didn't just fight against Red Beard in these novels. There was also the legendary female pirate Pink Hair from the Black Pearl, the dragon-riding pirate Dragon Scale, and the floating pirate One-Legged Gold, who was hated by the sea.
Angor put away the Church of the Deceased and took out a notebook to record Torras' information.
Earlier, he checked Torras' spirit body and found that it wasn't damaged at all. This meant that Angor only kicked Torras out of Foundation City without harming him.
This was a very useful piece of information.
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