Warlock Apprentice Chapter 1098: Section 1099 The Trace of Canaan

Chapter 1098: Section 1099 The Trace of Canaan

tal eyes forged, hovering above the chain sickle.

The continuous rumblings within the surrounding furnaces never ceased, and the high temperatures steaming from the lava pool twisted the transmitted images incessantly.

In these distorted images, Angel seed to see the equally twisted expression of the chain sickle’s owner, its struggles, roars, and despair.

No matter how it begged for rcy, cursed, or spewed insults, the chains still devoured its life, leaving not even bone scraps behind.

Such chains felt very alien to Angel.

Were these really the chains he had forged?

After calming his emotions a bit, he glanced at the empty lava pool surrounding him. Angel didn’t linger and controlled a scouting puppet to leave the place.

While the scouting puppet was leaving the lava pool, Angel also diverted so of his thoughts to contemplate Popota’s matter.

He still rembered the question the demon, devoured by the chains, had once posed, “Hua Que, why do you do this?”

Previously, Angel had felt the na Hua Que sound faintly familiar, and when he associated it with Popota, a deep mory unfolded.

Angel’s interactions with Popota were in fact quite limited. In the few encounters they shared, Angel’s impression of Popota was rather positive. He was a sociable person. During their first eting, Popota struck up a conversation with ease and covered many topics. In the process, he considerably lowered Angel’s guard.

Speaking of which, the mory about “Hua Que” ca from what Popota had ntioned during that conversation.

The reason Angel could rember these trivial mories was partly because his mory was enhanced as his strength grew, and partly because the topics Popota had brought up were quite interesting.

He began with a self-deprecating jest about his na, which left a fresh impression on Angel—

“Anyone hearing my na for the first ti always finds it strange, but that’s the custom where I co from. Our nas have to be unforgettable once heard, even if it ans making an enemy of ti.” Standing in the depths of his mory, where his entire body emitted a pale glow, Popota chuckled and said to Angel, “If soone forgets your na, it’s the greatest insult. So, the older generation deviated in style to make our nas morable.”

“My na is actually quite normal now. My sister’s na is really peculiar. Hua Que is our national bird, and to make sure people rember my sister’s na, my dad directly nad her Hua Que Que. Isn’t that funny?”

At that ti, Popota, by making fun of himself in this way, explained his own na. The importance of a na to a person goes without saying, and Angel rembered it vividly as the first ti he had heard soone, not a slave, joking about their own na in such a manner.

It was like framing a mory with an actual fra, placing it along the long cliffs of ti. Angel could forget many details and the nas of many people over ti, but paradoxically, this particular conversation made it difficult for him to forget. Just as Popota had said: even if it ant becoming a laughingstock, even if it ant making an enemy of ti, our nas must never be forgotten once heard.

Angel hadn’t forgotten, and hence he recalled the na Hua Que Que.

Since Popota himself had acknowledged that Hua Que Que was his sister, and by linking previous clues together—whether it was the chains hand-forged by Angel or Popota’s remarkable resemblance—they could surely remove the ‘suspected’ label; that demon was Popota!

“Previously, Popota seed to have said so inexplicable things too, sothing about being ‘devoured by that greedy old thing’ and ‘becoming the kindling that reignites our race’…”

What did that an? And what about ‘our race’? Wasn’t he human? Vert clearly, Popota’s Bone Card had recorded his human identity.

The deeper Angel thought, the more mysterious he found Popota to be. The words he uttered, the simple effects of that chain, and the Blood Soul Sacrifice… A series of events seed interconnected by an unseen thread, yet without knowing the underlying logic, it appeared as if veiled by a curtain—vague and indecipherable.

There were also unresolved doubts about Hua Que Que.

When Angel first heard the na Hua Que Que, a flash of insight crossed his mind, but now, trying to recall, he couldn’t co up with any answer.

“Aside from being Popota’s sister, perhaps I’ve heard the na Hua Que Que in so other context?” Angel pondered briefly but couldn’t find any other information about Hua Que Que in his mory. So where had that flash of insight co from?

The trail on Hua Que Que went cold, and as for Popota’s matter, no matter how much Angel pondered now, there was no answer at hand. He decided to put it aside for the ti being and wait for an opportunity to find Popota or to inquire with other humans.

Perhaps, Popota was just a Scout sent by the Witcher Organization to Demon City. Of course, the likelihood was slim. Even if they needed a Scout for recon, they wouldn’t send an Apprentice to such a dangerous place.

Since there was nothing left to explore around the lava pool, Angel shifted his focus to the “rain cloud cage” he had discovered earlier.

He had sent a scouting puppet into it before, but it lost contact as soon as it entered.

Since Angel’s attention had been on the lava pool before, he wasn’t clear about what had happened, and he prepared to investigate the situation again.

Controlling the Scouting Puppet near the Magma Pool, it flew towards the area where the rain cloud cage was located.

So ti had now passed, and the rain cloud cage was even more grandiose than before.

The dark low clouds in the sky had completely rged with the incessant rising smoke from the ground, thoroughly sealing off that area. From a distance, nothing could be seen clearly except for the misty clouds and the faint, looming shadows of buildings.

As the Scouting Puppet approached, Angel distinctly felt the image beco blurred.

It was obscured by both the fog and the interference of Chaotic Energy.

When the Scouting Puppet was about to penetrate deep into the rain cloud cage, the image suddenly went black, and the transmission was interrupted.

This ti, Angel finally understood why the Scouting Puppet had previously experienced a loss of contact. Although the image was lost, just before the interruption, Angel had heard the thunderous noise of battle inside, more intense than any he had heard before, as if the fight had reached a fever pitch.

It was definitely a battle of Wizard Level or higher.

Such a level of combat could even pierce the Void, and peeking into a region disturbed by such energy with a low-grade alchemical item like the Scouting Puppet was nearly impossible. Unless Angel upgraded the material and made an interdiate or high-level Scouting Puppet. But even if he were to make one now, it would be too late.

Unable to probe the rain cloud cage left Angel sowhat helpless. He could only redirect a Scouting Puppet to linger nearby, waiting for the battle to end before assessing the situation.

While this Scouting Puppet was facing continuous setbacks, Angel, feeling a bit disheartened, received a ssage from another Scouting Puppet that was flying towards the Central City.

Angel saw Canaan.

Previously, when a large area of fire patterns appeared in the sky and countless flas began to go out of control, Canaan had flown out of the shop, saying he was going out to scout the situation. Afterward, when the flowing fire occurred and the sea of flas covered the Misty Cabin, Fafnir opened the Domain of Wind… Throughout all these events, Canaan had not returned.

Angel had been a bit worried earlier, but thinking that Canaan was a half-blooded Water System Demon, it wouldn’t have the issue of losing control over flas, and knowing it was very familiar with Lassudral, he assud it wouldn’t encounter any problems, and so he didn’t dwell on it.

Angel had even felt that it might be for the better to part ways like this, since his business in Lassudral was concluded and he was prepared to return to Ice Valley.

Unexpectedly, he would once again see Canaan through the Scouting Puppet—

Canaan’s current state didn’t look good. It lay at the base of an undulating cliff, with a stone concealing it, appearing very hidden.

The reason it was discovered was that a large amount of smoke was rising from Canaan’s location, which had drawn the Scouting Puppet’s attention.

And when Angel saw Canaan’s state through the Scouting Puppet, he realized that the smoke ca from the blood flowing out of Canaan, stead by the scorching Scorched Earth.

Indeed, it was blood.

Canaan was bleeding profusely, one could even say it was soaked in its own blood.

There was a dark, penetrating wound in its chest and abdon. A substantial amount of blood flowed from the wound. The only consolation was that Canaan hadn’t completely lost consciousness; it had coated the area around the wound with a thin layer of healing shimr, which seed sowhat effective, but the healing was not ideal as blood continued to pour out.

Canaan’s complexion was pale, its eyes wide open, repetitively mumbling a phrase.

Listening closely through the Scouting Puppet, it was heard saying, “I can’t sleep; if I sleep, I can’t maintain the healing effect, I’ll die… I don’t want to die, I can’t sleep…”

Canaan’s strong will to survive allowed it to sustain the healing shimr on its wound. But the price was unending excruciating pain; Angel could clearly see sweat all over Canaan’s forehead, all blood vessels and muscles throughout its body bulged out and twitched continuously, indicating that the pain was persistent and intense.

Had it been soone with weaker resolve, they probably would have given up long ago. After all, this was a desolate wilderness, and now, as demons and humans ignited the flas of war, who would care about a demon struggling to survive in this corner?

Canaan’s perseverance up to this point was a testant to its desire for life and the result of a struggle with willpower.

But willpower alone was useless; Canaan would still inevitably die in pain and despair unless soone extended a hand to help.

And currently, the only one who could save it was probably Angel.

So, should he save it?