Chapter 1162: Section 1163: Momentum and Calculation
Two supreme beings, one in the clouds and the other at the top of the tower, happened to lock glances.
The emotions hidden in their eyes were beyond the comprehension of outsiders.
But this visual crossing was not just a matter of distance—it also spanned Monty’s ambition and Aoluxiya’s obsessiveness!
When their gazes met, even without words, both sides knew the time for battle had arrived.
With a wave of his scepter, the wizards above the floating ice rose into the air, and Elemental Creatures of various colors and shapes formed behind them, carrying a terrifying momentum charged with different energies, and bore down directly on the Void Tower!
Their momentum was overwhelming, like arrows piercing straight into the heart of the ‘black cloud’!
Unlike the united front of the humans, the demons scattered to avoid confrontation. With Lassudral nearly collapsing now, the demons were most concerned about their own lives and no one chose to fight to the death at this moment.
The withdrawal of the demons greatly boosted the wizards’ morale. They had previously felt that the successive incidents in Lassudral would only add to the unpredictability, but now it seemed that the unknowns brought by the variable troubled not just humans but also trailing woes for the demons!
Under this unstoppable force, the wizards quickly advanced toward the tower top where Aoluxiya stood almost with the force of a bulldozer.
The Fire Servant Tandin watched the demons scattering around him and a flash of rage crossed his eyes: “These wastes of space!”
The Young Fire Demon Greerwu quietly rolled to Aoluxiya’s feet, hiding between the legs and peeking out: “Lord Aoluxiya, what should we do now?”
Aoluxiya looked back at the painting behind him, his gaze calm, “Aside from the man wearing a mask, the others are not to be feared.”
Aoluxiya put the mask back on and stepped forward.
Passing by Tandin, he whispered softly, “Protect the painting.”
Tandin nodded, paused for a moment, then said, “My Lord, dealing with these is easy, but…”
Tandin didn’t finish, but Aoluxiya understood. Once the Night Museum Owner returned from the painting, he would surely bring the Primeval Flame with him, and then all the creatures in Lassudral with fire attributes would go crazy. The struggle was only the first phase; the real trouble was what to do after obtaining the Primeval Flame.
Aoluxiya came to a halt, lifted his head to the sky, and seemed to see through the floating flames to the Void beyond the Birdcage.
And even farther places.
It took a while for Aoluxiya to retract his gaze and said softly, “Without flames, is there only ashes left? Watch and see, the path will appear.”
Having said that, Aoluxiya leapt into the air, his eyes of ephemeral flame flickered, ready to face the earth-shattering battle!
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“Aoluxiya is actually taking matters into his own hands!” Delight flashed in Sinafa’s eyes, who then turned to Monty, “Lord Monty, the demons now only think of self-preservation, and Aoluxiya has no strong bodyguards, this is our best chance!”
The other wizards also agreed, the commencement of the final battle with Aoluxiya’s involvement was undoubtedly a great advantage for them.
However, instead of sharing the general joy, Monty furrowed his brow.
Seeing Monty’s puzzled look, Luci, who had been silent, asked, “You saw the situation at the top of the tower, do you sense something amiss?”
“The painting,” Luci declared decisively, “There’s something wrong with that painting.”
Sinafa also looked towards the top of the tower. She had focused all her attention on Aoluxiya and hadn’t noticed the painting before, but now she did see something wrong with it upon inspection.
The so-called ‘painting’ was only termed as such because it was framed. Without the frame, one might even mistake it for a piece of black paper.
It was completely black, with nothing on it; could this be called a painting?
Why did Aoluxiya carry such a peculiar painting everywhere?
And after Aoluxiya joined the fight, the Fire Servant stayed by the painting’s side, seemingly guarding it diligently. As Aoluxiya’s only powerful subordinate at present, it was not only that the Fire Servant did not join the battle, but he was also tasked with watching the painting.
Could it be that there were secrets hidden within that painting?
Sinafa looked at Luci, hoping to get clues from him. However, Luci was equally puzzled, his hands fluttering like phantoms, ceaselessly manipulating the twelve Horologes on his body. The chaos he saw through the Horologes only deepened Luci’s confusion.
“What did you see?” Sinafa asked.
Luci shook his head, “I can’t see it clearly, it’s all a mess. But, that painting feels alive to me, not like an inanimate object… It’s like a living creature that can breathe, and moreover, it’s transforming.”
Luci’s words remained elusive. Yet, at this point, all the wizards understood that the painting was no ordinary item.
“Could it be another Mysterious Object?” A wizard posed the question.
“It’s hard to say.” Even Monty couldn’t be sure: “But in any case, we should consider the worst-case scenario and be extremely cautious in dealing with that painting.”
At that moment, behind everyone, Rivetta, who was hastily jotting down notes, seemed to remember something as she looked at the painting. She quickly flipped through her record board; she recalled that she had recorded an incident… Soon, Rivetta found the previous entry: “Magic Painter Wizard’s traces shockingly appear in the Abyss, alarmingly linked to a Demon Lord!”
As one of the founders of the magazine “Glowing City Night Talk,” Rivetta had a habit of thinking up headlines while taking notes.
Her brow furrowed when she saw this title.
Aoluxiya had emerged from the Hunting Museum, and Angel had previously mentioned that the Hunting Museum’s night curator seemed to have some connection with the Magic Painter Wizard. Could that painting be… the work of the Magic Painter Wizard?
While such an association might seem far-fetched, as a wizard who had been compiling articles for “Glowing City Night Talk” for many years, Rivetta had witnessed too many nonsensical connections. In the Wizards’ Realm, filled with the eerie and the fantastic, the more inadvertent, the more likely it was to be the ultimate answer.
After contemplating, Rivetta decided to voice her speculation.
Initially, the others frowned and dismissed the idea, but after further thought, there seemed indeed a hint of possibility.
“Ah, if only Angel were here, we would know the inside story,” said a weathered voice from behind. They turned to see Kanter had returned to the ice floe.
“Since Angel knew about the night curator’s relationship with Mirafel Feng, he must have gotten some message, perhaps directly from the night curator himself… If that painting truly is Feng’s work, asking Angel would have been most convenient, alas, Angel has met with trouble…” Kanter shook his head and deliberately glanced at Nereus with his eyes as he finished his statement.
Nereus’s face turned somewhat unsightly because, following Kanter’s remarks, the looks others gave him became noticeably different.
Even Monty gave Nereus a cold stare.