“Lord Aoluxiya?” Greerwu too saw the newcomer, initially exclaiming in surprise, but quickly, confusion flashed in his eyes, “No, that’s not Lord Aoluxiya.”
As soon as Greerwu finished speaking, the distant smoke cleared completely; with the dust settling, he saw another figure, floating mid-air behind the newcomer, still unconscious – it was Aoluxiya.
Seeing this, how could Angel not understand that this standing and divine-like ‘Aoluxiya’ was the person brought by the meteor’s fall?
So, who was it?
Angel didn’t ask Greerwu, but a terrifying guess was already forming in his own mind.
The visitor’s gaze slowly swept over the scene, completely ignoring Greerwu and Angel to its side. One was a young fire demon, and the other, an apprentice who couldn’t even count as a wizard; to it, they were no different from ants.
Finally, it focused on the lava pool that had been smashed into earlier.
“According to my calculations, relying on the physical strength of this body, I shouldn’t have caused you fatal injury. Do you choose not to come out, preferring to feign death under the lava pool?”
No response came after these words, but it coldly smiled. The enormous boulders from the previously shattered barren mountain rose out of nowhere and cruelly smashed into the lava pool.
As the boulder fell, magma splashed, and bubbles began to churn at the center of the lava pool.
Before long, a figure rose slowly from the lava pool – it was Popota, who had been knocked down earlier!
Shrouded around Popota was an aura of a “Solar Eclipse,” negating the terrifying oppression and allowing him freedom of movement while also warding off the high-temperature magma.
Popota landed on the ground, eyes warily looking over.
The newcomer glanced back at the sleeping Aoluxiya and then lightly curled up an emotionless smile, “Although my own child likes to defy me, which troubles me dearly… even if I decide to send it into oblivion, I will not allow outsiders to interfere.”
Upon finishing the sentence, its figure turned into a beam of light and charged toward Popota.
Faced with a formidable enemy, Popota could do nothing but clench his fists and meet the challenge head-on.
Phantom shadows shone, and shooting stars streaked by.
…
“Is it… No, is He the Lord of the Flameless?” Angel asked in a low voice while they were entangled in combat.
Actually, when He had revealed a face identical to Aoluxiya’s, Angel already had a guess. He previously mentioned that Aoluxiya was “His own child,” and Angel was almost certain that He might be the legendary Demon God, the Lord of the Flameless!
Due to the pressure, Greerwu could only lay on Angel’s back motionlessly, but comfortingly for him, Popota and the Lord of the Flameless were fighting in a direction away from them, leaving the two “bystanders” unharmed for the time being.
“Yes, He is indeed the Lord of the Flameless. However, it seems that it is not His true form that has come, but an avatar instead. I’ve heard Lord Aoluxiya mention that the Lord of the Flameless has many avatars crafted from His own bloodline; in fact…” Greerwu paused, hesitating for a moment before continuing, “In fact, Lord Aoluxiya was originally one of the avatars as well.”
Angel was momentarily stunned, “Isn’t Aoluxiya the offspring of the Lord of the Flameless?”
“Avatars also possess the bloodline of the Lord of the Flameless, so to call them offspring isn’t wrong either.”
Angel was somewhat confused; if Aoluxiya was also an avatar of the Lord of the Flameless, then why did it possess its own consciousness?
This question Greerwu did not know the answer to, he merely said, “It’s complicated, I’m not very clear myself, Butler Tandin might know, but Butler Tandin is not here now…”
Greerwu’s answer reminded Angel of what Fafnir had mentioned about the descendants of the Demon Gods, how intricate the relationships were. It seemed his initial belief that Aoluxiya was a direct descendant of the Lord of the Flameless was mistaken?