Chapter 1218: Section 1219 Darklands
This was an ancient and weathered voice that, along with its primitive tune, made everyone feel as if they were experiencing the breath of the ancients.
By the time they had come to their senses, they realized that there was an additional figure on the other side of the withered tree.
This was a ‘person’ in a gray robe, taller than the average human, and compared to Angel’s height, probably only reaching up to his ribs.
The newcomer, leaning on a bone cane and wearing a mask of primitive totemic style, was permeated with a simple yet ancient sense of weirdness.
When Angel saw him, that inner feeling of “calling” suddenly disappeared without a trace.
This caused Angel’s mind to stir.
“Was it you speaking? Who are you?” Angel looked towards the Totem Mask.
“I am one of an ancient tribe on the brink of extinction, but whom Your Excellency the Savior has pulled back from fading into oblivion. You may call me Wodell.” After speaking, the Totem Mask gave Angel a deep bow.
Wodell’s voice seemed to carry a warmth, and his gestures appeared to exude goodwill, giving Angel a heartfelt sense of closeness.
“I’ve been feeling as if someone was calling me… was that you? Are you referring to me when you speak of the Savior?” Angel asked calmly, not relaxing due to the sense of closeness, but instead becoming more vigilant.
“Yes, it was I who guided Your Excellency the Savior here,” Wodell lowered his head. “I cannot leave the Darklands, so I called upon Your Excellency through the collective consciousness of the continent.”
“Why do you call me the Savior?”
“Your Excellency breathed the True Spirit Force into the Continent of Yuantan, bringing it back from the brink of collapse, and in doing so, you not only saved this land but also saved me.”
Angel furrowed his brow. It was not surprising that this man called Wodell knew he had released the True Spirit Force into this continent, but Wodell’s claim that he had saved him was somewhat puzzling to Angel.
“I am aware of why Your Excellency is here, the passage to leave the Continent of Yuantan lies within the Darklands, you may follow me.” With these words, Wodell suddenly tore open a dark space rift, stepping through it first.
The Space Rift’s opening constantly changed shape, resembling the gaping maw of a void beast, instilling fear in the onlookers.
“Should we enter?” Greerwu asked timidly.
Angel looked at Popota, who shook his head: “I am unable to judge whether it’s good or bad, but the lucky spell from before tells me there should be no danger. However, a being capable of tearing the fabric of space might also be able to shield or even change the results of a lucky spell.”
Popota laid out both the positive and negative outcomes before Angel.
Nobody knew what lay ahead, and the information available could not clear the Mist of the ‘unknown’.
Therefore, whether to proceed or not depended on a momentary decision of the heart.
After contemplating for a moment, Angel said, “Let’s go in.”
As Popota had said, a being capable of casually tearing through space had no need for such complexity if it wanted to kill them. Moreover, this man called Wodell had accurately pointed out their intentions.
This suggested that Wodell might have been observing them all along.
And wasn’t the whole reason Angel had traveled so far, to leave this continent?
To gain convenience, one must not hesitate but face the unknown risks.
With that thought, Angel led the way into the Space Rift, followed closely by Popota, with Greerwu, after hesitating for a moment, clutching Aoluxiya’s soul tightly as he stepped in as well.
…
This was a pitch-black wasteland.
There seemed to be no difference from the outside world, the only exception being that it was a bit more dim, and it wasn’t raining.
The air was a bit moist, with an occasional breeze bringing a chilling cold that cut to the bone.
Wodell stood directly ahead; seeing Angel enter, he extended his withered hand and pointed into the distance: “Your Excellency the Savior, please follow me this way.”
As Wodell spoke, he began to lead the way.
At some point, Wodell’s hand had acquired a broken oil lamp, its dim yellow light barely illuminating two to three meters ahead, deepening the surrounding solitude.
“You don’t have to keep calling me the Savior; my name is Angel.”
Wodell paused for a moment, then continued forward: “The Abyss harbors many ancient beings, just knowing your name allows them to cling to that thread and pursue you endlessly. Therefore, it is best if Your Excellency does not disclose your true name.”
Wodell moved at an unhurried pace, and his tone was just right, making everyone feel quite comfortable.
Angel was about to inquire further on the subject to gather more information when suddenly a sorrowful sob echoed from the darkness.
Angel looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a phantom shadow slowly emerging from the dark, glowing with a greenish light.
It was a woman in a blood-red dress.
However, the woman’s face was covered in blue veins, her eyes were a ghastly pale, and her expression was fiercely twisted. The moment she saw them, her sobbing behind covered hands instantly transformed into piercing howls.
Horrible ripples, carrying gusts of cold wind, rushed towards them!
“Undead howling?!” Angel’s expression changed, and his eyes suddenly brightened. Because of his Nightmare Soul Body, he was actually immune to undead attacks, but Popota behind him was almost no different from mortals and could easily be affected.
The only thing Angel could think of was to use the “Domain Field” green pattern to shield from the incoming ripples.
However, as soon as his forehead began to sweat and the green pattern had not yet emerged in his eyes, Wodell standing beside him gently tapped the ground with his bone staff.
After a crisp sound, the ripples around them instantly vanished, and the undead woman in the blood-colored dress, crying out in misery, was blown by an inexplicable gust of wind deep into the barren Darklands.
Seeing the undead woman disappear, the aura emanating from Angel slowly dissipated, his bangs fell back down, covering his right eye.
Wodell looked at the fleeting green light, his eyes seemingly flickering with movement.
Once everything calmed down, Angel looked at Wodell with evident caution and vigilance in his eyes.