Not disturbing Jon, Angel shifted his gaze to outside of Originheart City.
Here, over a thousand miles from Originheart City, compared to the city’s calm harmony, the atmosphere here was one of killing tension.
In a temporary camp, nearly a hundred people were gathered in a meeting room, listening to a man with two heads speaking at the front.
"Those Mist of Sin creatures have reached the late initial stage, with more frequent appearances of mosquito-type beasts. To contain them, we need more Demon Hunters with flight capabilities."
"Currently, the laboratory has three Mist of Sin creatures with flight abilities ready for integration: the Tentacle Butterfly, the Suction Cup Snake Eagle, and the Ammonite Star Chain. Is there anyone willing to try?"
After a moment of silence, dozens of people stood up.
The man with two heads had a look of relief in his eyes and silently praised, "For the sake of Originheart. You are all exemplary."
At this moment, a man clad in full knight armor walked into the meeting room, accompanied by a ten-man team. Their bodies were stained with copious amounts of pink blood, along with many writhing pieces of flesh.
These were remnants of the Malforce creatures from that pink Nest nearby.
The leading man in knight armor removed his helmet, revealing a face familiar to everyone.
"Sir Sabel!"
After a series of whispers, the man with two heads stepped forward, "Captain, what is the situation outside now?"
Sir Sabel let out a long sigh, staying silent, yet everyone understood the urgency of the situation.
Seeing everyone’s dejected expressions, Sir Sabel thought for a moment and tried to offer some comfort, "Don’t worry, I just received news that Master Tyson is already on his way here."
"Really?" "That’s great, with Master Tyson here, we can definitely suppress the Malforce creatures here!"
The previous oppressive mood was swept away with this single line.
Only Sir Sabel lightly concealed the concern in his eyes. Master Tyson was indeed coming, but... he caught a few underlying meanings from Master Tyson’s words.
The last Mist of Sin was controlled with the intervention of that presence and a lab was even built to study the Malforce creatures.
But this time, that presence hasn’t intervened.
Is it to test the capabilities of the Demon Hunters?
Can Master Tyson alone really withstand the overwhelming Malforce creatures outside?
"Alright, stop making noise. If Master Tyson sees you behaving so disorderly, he’ll definitely scold you for lacking discipline. Attention!"
"For the sake of Originheart," everyone chanted in unison.
The man with two heads saw the crowd quiet down and approached Sir Sabel again, "Captain, during your expedition this time, was anyone injured?"
Upon hearing this, a trace of obvious concern flashed in Sir Sabel’s eyes, "Yes, Ollie, she..."
"Ollie met with an accident?" the man with two heads showed a flash of anxiety in his eyes.
Before Sabel could respond, the meeting room doors swung open, and a petite woman walked in, casting an annoyed glance at the two-headed man, "I’m perfectly fine, don’t curse me."
"Ollie!" The two-headed man finally breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her unharmed.
Sir Sabel, on the other hand, looked at Ollie in confusion. Previously when they sent Ollie to the medical district, she had a gaping wound in her stomach. Now, seemingly just moments later, she seemed perfectly fine?
"Ollie, are you really okay?" Sabel asked with some concern.
Ollie nodded, giving Sabel a puzzled look, "I’m fine, the medical district’s efficiency today was unusually high."
Though still somewhat puzzled, Sabel didn’t ask further questions upon seeing Ollie’s well-being, deciding instead to check on the medical district after the meeting concluded.
Meanwhile, in the medical district, a person dressed in a physician’s white robe and wearing a mask that covered most of his face gazed toward the direction of the meeting room with a gentle smile. The professional robe on his body quickly vanished, and an upright figure appeared once again.
It was Angel.
The injury Ollie had sustained was naturally healed by Angel.
No matter what, Ollie was once from Pat Manor, serving as his personal maid. While Angel intended to use this latest Mist of Sin to train the Sin Hunting Group, he wasn’t cold-blooded enough to ignore Ollie’s grave injuries.
The Sin Hunting Group indeed needed training, but his feelings for Ollie were equally genuine, and these two things were not at odds.
Although he saved Ollie, he had no intention of revealing himself.
Ollie had initially joined the Sin Hunting Group without consulting Angel, so to avoid any awkwardness, he chose not to show himself. But regarding Ollie’s decision, Angel undoubtedly supported her.
Exiting the medical district, Angel looked at the distant pink mist covering the mountains, and his figure disappeared.
...
When Angel appeared again, he found himself in a dense forest, with a shallow stream by his side.
At first glance, there seemed to be no living creatures around, yet the ground was gently trembling. This tremor came with a certain rhythm, growing ever stronger.
It felt as though a giant was striding towards his location.
In reality, the situation was indeed similar, but it wasn’t a giant; rather, it was the Treant bearing golden fruits coming from the vicinity of the Mother Tree.
This Treant rarely left the area around the Mother Tree; this was its first time venturing out.
Previously, Angel thought that in reality, Treants moved quite slowly, and it shouldn’t disturb Greya’s creations. But unexpectedly, this Treant moved unbelievably fast.
In a short span, it covered hundreds of miles, from near the Mother Tree to these surrounding woods. And now, it was only a dozen miles away from Greya’s location.
To prevent it from disturbing Greya, Angel had no choice but to come here in advance to intercept it.
However, Angel had no intention of revealing himself.
Instead, he closed his eyes, connecting his consciousness to the Ability Tree, manipulating the Membrane of Rhythm. Using an "afk" method, he started creating Dream Realm creatures in a frenzy through the innate will of the local land.
Fungi, mayflies, floating jellyfish, small gnawing beasts...
All appeared around Angel. Upon their emergence, Angel did not restrain them, letting them freely enter the water, burrow into the earth, or float in the air.
As a myriad of Dream Realm creatures emerged in the area, the once-quiet forest became lively at a pace visible to the naked eye.
The Treant’s original target was the insects near Greya’s location.
But distracted by these suddenly appearing peculiar creatures, its steps finally slowed.
As the Treant began to study these Dream Realm creatures, Angel exhaled a breath of relief, though not for long, as he noticed a small hitch occurring on Greya’s side.
Greya, who had been busy creating a myriad of strange insects, suddenly lifted her head.
She sniffed towards the Treant’s direction.
The previously dim eyes instantly lit up, as if bursting with golden light.
Greya directly stood from the ground, enchanted by the scent lingering in the air, and rushed towards the Treant’s direction.