Taking a deep breath, Angel managed to quell his inner frustration.
Turning back to glance at the Observer and others, seeing their full attention on Number 03 in the distance, Angel considered for a moment, then pinched the Heideland dangling by his ear, pushing it towards his brow without waiting for a reaction.
The intelligence of Heideland might be low, but once it contacted Angel’s brow, it understood Angel’s intention, silently extending a tentacle, entering Angel’s brow.
Void network, connection successful!
This means Angel can now communicate with Wang Wang and the Dalmatian.
Actually, Wang Wang can speak, but this moment clearly isn’t the right time for it to speak. If it doesn’t speak, it’s just a somewhat chubby Void Traveler; once it speaks, it definitely would catch Gluz Deward’s interest, complicating matters.
So, Angel chose the void network. Although this action is also quite risky, there’s no choice—he needs to know their plan.
"Wang Wang, which step has your plan reached now, and what do you intend to do next?"
Wang Wang: "Plan? What plan?"
Angel: "...Aren’t you planning to capture someone as a threat?"
Wang Wang: "Yes, but I leave that to the master."
The master Wang Wang refers to is the Dalmatian performing its drowning act inside it.
Angel also suspected the Dalmatian might be powerful, but could it be so powerful as to forcibly seize Gluz Deward’s avatar’s divine thought?
Previously, Angel had only heard of the power of a legendary wizard but hadn’t experienced it, and just now, when Gluz Deward used the Vapor Wall, it left Angel deeply shaken. It was a power that couldn’t be described with words, a power that could be called "mighty." When faced with such might, Angel simply couldn’t imagine what the tiny body of the Dalmatian could do to him.
Perhaps, he should suggest a temporary change of plan. Polo Ye could also serve as a good threat target?
Since Gluz Deward dotes on Polo Ye so much, maybe capturing it could also achieve Wang Wang’s goal?
Angel attempted to suggest this.
And Wang Wang’s reply was: "I don’t know, how about I let the master speak to you?"
Having said this, Wang Wang switched the conversation channel to one between Angel and the Dalmatian.
Angel once again expressed his view.
Angel: "Shouldn’t we..."
Dalmatian: "...Glug glug glug..."
Angel: "Actually, I think..."
Dalmatian: "...Wang Wang, glug... Wang Wang..."
Angel clenched his fist, can this conversation even continue?
Angel felt exhausted from it all, letting it go its own way. Whether it’s Wang Wang or the Dalmatian, they are both troublesome. Perhaps, he was injected with a dose of hypnotic drug-induced excitement when he abandoned Sanders’ earnest counseling and returned to the center of the Mist Belt without hesitation.
Ha, this time he indeed made a mistake.
Angel no longer wanted to deal with these two little troublemakers and removed Heideland from his forehead, placing it into the spatial bracelet. At this moment, he didn’t want to see any Void Traveler anymore.
Angel quietly glanced at the red-haired Gluz Deward, recalling the things he had previously said, pondering if he could deduce his character from those words. After all, if the Dalmatian and Wang Wang failed, he would still need to earn a living under this Lord of the City.
Perhaps, not only would he need to secure his own livelihood, but he would also have to help fight for rights for the Dalmatian and Wang Wang.
It’s mentally exhausting.
...
While Angel was performing a monologue in his heart, Soul No. 03 in the distance had finally been entirely immersed by the blood-red mist.
At that moment, a horrifying power instantly swept across the entire sea area.
Time seemed to stand still under the influence of such power.
This power continued to spread rapidly, its speed of expansion exceeding the Southern Domain Wizards’ limit of understanding. Because, in just an instant, the power traversed countless nautical miles...
Thousands of nautical miles away from the Mist Belt, on a continent with the Devil’s Sea running through it, known as the Arch of the Devil. At this moment, in the several dozen principalities of the Devil’s Arch, almost everyone lost themselves for a brief moment, hearing a mysterious call, as if being summoned to go somewhere. Although they didn’t know where that place was, they all put down what they were doing, walked out of their houses, onto the streets, like zombies beguiled by something, heading in a certain direction.
On Feran Continent, in a branch of the White Shell Marine Transport, Bismarck, stationed here as the observer, had been bored for many years. He reminisced endlessly about his days in Sky Mechanical City, even missing the loving guidance of Mentor Sabo.
Every day, he would lean by the window of the tower, watching ships come and go at the port, people bustling like ants, while he imagined himself as a god, overlooking all living things. This was his only pleasure here.
However, today he discovered something strange; everyone at the port suddenly stopped.
Some were still carrying goods, getting crushed under the weight of their loads.
Others were holding racks, assisting people in higher places with transporting goods, but due to their pause, the higher-up people fell. One fell to their death, the other was crushed to death.
Of course, such misfortune was the exception, and most people were unharmed. After pausing for a few seconds, they lifted their heads, looking in a certain direction, with a mesmerized expression, and started walking forward one step at a time.
Yet, the direction they were heading was the harbor!
Bismarck watched as one by one, people jumped into the harbor as if unafraid of death, with a look of indulgent satisfaction on their faces.
"What is going on?" Bismarck looked at the scene in horror.
But in the next second, Bismarck’s gaze also changed. He seemed to smell a pleasant fragrance or maybe heard a friend’s call... he too turned his head silently, walking towards a certain direction.
To Bismarck, that direction was the harbor of his soul.
This scene was not only occurring in the Arch of the Devil, Feran Continent, but also in more places, including the Illusion Spirit Continent, Heroic Island, the Sitamaya Archipelago... All life forms existing around the Devil’s Sea were affected by this invisible force.
Even along the coastline of the Flourish Continent, similar occurrences were happening.
Everyone seemed to turn into fanatics, steadily advancing towards their sanctuary.
Such a scene naturally caught the attention of the Wizards’ Realm.
Some upper echelon wizards, having learned a portion of the truth through Zhuguang, the Speaker of the City of Truth, were already warning other wizards to stay away from the Devil’s Sea.
However, with the current information dissemination channels in the Wizards’ Realm, and the speed at which information spread, it could only possibly influence a very small fraction of people.
Many more transcendent individuals had no idea what was happening.
These uninformed transcendent individuals began choosing to approach the coastline of Flourish Continent, flying towards that seemingly calm, yet actually unpredictable and treacherous sea.