Warlock Apprentice Chapter 1192: Section 1193 Life-saving Water

Chapter 1192: Section 1193 Life-saving Water

The flas burned fiercely, but when the wind blew, it was clear to see there was no one within the deep pit except the flas.

Ti reversed to the mont before.

The Fla Arrow illuminated Greerwu’s terror; it knew it couldn’t dodge, feeling both despair and a resignation to death.

However, at the critical mont, Greerwu felt a force from behind. Stunned, it only heard a roaring wind next to its ear and then darkness before disappearing from its spot.

When it regained its senses, it found itself on the other side of the field.

At the sa ti, intense panting sounds ca from behind.

Turning its head, it saw a Phantom Shadow entering Angel’s body, appearing to be a soul.

“Astral Projection?” While Greerwu puzzled in its mind, a sudden intense pain spread from beneath it.

Looking down, it saw nothing but a bright red.

Previously, by using Angel’s Astral Projection, Greerwu had indeed dodged the attack that could’ve taken its life. However, the Fla Arrow, strengthened by the Lord of the Flaless, just by the power of the burning flas alone had created a huge danger zone. Even though Angel had successfully helped Greerwu avoid the Fla Arrow, Greerwu was still affected by the range of the fla’s burning.

A re graze blew a large hole in Greerwu’s chest and abdon.

Blood was gushing out from the wound.

Even though Greerwu avoided the fatal attack, this graze had nearly claid its life.

Behind Greerwu, although Angel was also impacted, all the direct force was absorbed by Greerwu, and Angel had only suffered superficial wounds, which were not serious.

Seeing the injury that had left Greerwu on death’s door, anxiety flashed in Angel’s eyes.

Greerwu had saved Toby before, that was a fact. Even if Greerwu’s injury was self-inflicted, Angel couldn’t bear to watch Greerwu die.

He quickly took out a vial of Glowing Fluff Potion from his bracelet and dropped it on Greerwu’s wound, but before the Glowing Fluff Potion could get close to the wound, it turned into a steam and disappeared.

Angel was stunned for a mont. Observing through Spirit Tentacle, he discovered that a Flaless fire lingered near Greerwu’s wound. Although invisible to the naked eye, it persisted there, burning and spreading outward from Greerwu’s wound like a Tibial Maggot.

The wound was already large and eroded by the Flaless fire.

It wasn’t long before Greerwu’s eyes began to gradually lose their spirit.

Angel quickly scanned through his bracelet’s dicine reserves with his spiritual power and found almost no potion that could handle Greerwu’s current condition. After thinking, he finally took out a bottle of dark green potion from his bracelet.

The dark green potion appeared ordinary, but upon close inspection, one could feel a profound depth.

This was an Interdiate Rank potion, one of the few Angel had in his possession.

Its na was “Withering Vigil.”

The potion was discovered in a hidden space of deathly stillness on Silver Palm Island within the graveyard of ships, where Angel found it amongst the relics of a wizard called Hasca.

Withering Vigil’s original effect was for extending life. Moreover, its effect was exceptionally outstanding, and if placed in an auction, it would fetch an exceptionally high price.

However, Angel took out this bottle of Withering Vigil not for its life-extending effect but because it also had a very special use: it greatly reduced the consumption of life.

Angel thought the best way to help Greerwu was to first use Withering Vigil to delay Greerwu’s life-and-death threshold, activate its life potential, and then figure out how to treat the injury.

Angel took the Withering Vigil and poured it into Greerwu’s mouth.

Having fallen into an unconscious state, Greerwu, under the potion’s influence, finally felt the chaos in its mind slowly clearing, and its bewildered gaze beca sharp again.

Greerwu faintly saw that Angel was pouring so kind of potion into it, presumably the source of the warm and comfortable feeling.

Greerwu wanted to say thank you, but before it could speak, its pupils suddenly constricted.

“…Behind,” Greerwu managed to shout these short words with all its strength from its dry throat.

At that mont, Angel was using a Second-Level Trick, “Guiding Technique,” to quickly diffuse the effect of Withering Vigil. Hearing Greerwu’s voice, Angel was montarily startled.

Behind?

Angel turned around, puzzled.

A shadow of scorching heat obscured Angel’s vision.

In Angel’s pupils, a gigantic porcelain-white palm was reflected. Structurally, the palm looked strikingly similar to the Hand of Magic, with so ethereal quality. But the only difference from the Hand of Magic was that this porcelain-white palm was engulfed in raging flas.

Angel didn’t even have ti to dodge and was imdiately seized by the palm.

Angel’s eyes were filled with confusion, not understanding what was happening. Then the next second, he felt an intense crushing sensation in his chest and abdon. The force was so strong that Angel had the illusion that all his internal organs seed to be squashed into bits, mingling with the viscid blood.

This unbearable tornt turned Angel’s eyes white.

The agony kept assaulting Angel’s tolerance threshold. At that mont, he could think of nothing and move not an inch, only passively enduring his body being squeezed and his skin searing with pain.

In Angel’s mind, this pain seed to last forever.

But in reality, it was only a fleeting mont.

Angel only heard a disgusted “Yuck” sound before the porcelain-white palm suddenly loosened its grip, and he fell to the maroon ground like a tree felled headfirst.

At that ti, his body was contorted, especially his limbs, which were nearly broken into several pieces. Wisps of white smoke rose from his skin, which had been burnt to a black char.

Angel lay on the ground, gasping heavily, and with each breath, he brought out a large amount of blood and unrecognizable flesh.

He could feel that although his organs had not all shattered, they were close to it, and not to ntion the damage to his organs, every inch of his bones felt as though they had been fractured.

The pain was no less than when he had been compressed before.

…

Enduring the agony, Angel made a great effort to lift his head, only to see the gigantic porcelain-white hand above him suddenly turn into a beam of white light and enter the body of the Lord of the Flaless who was standing in the distance.

The Lord of the Flaless was looking at Angel with a look of distaste.

To be precise, it was directed at a drab seagull lying near Angel.

The porcelain-white hand had indeed been created by It, but It didn’t intend to kill that insignificant human; It had only acted because that human, while saving the fledgling demon, had inadvertently revealed a small statue from his pocket.

The Lord of the Flaless looked at the statue and found it sowhat familiar, and so It had made a move.

Since It had decided to act, It hadn’t held back and was ready to crush this human into a patty, but when It was about to apply force, It suddenly felt a scent emanating from the human that was extrely repulsive to It.

The Lord of the Flaless, realizing what was happening, imdiately let go of Angel.

At the sa ti, It had located the source of the repugnant scent—it was that seagull.

“So it’s the Calamity Curse from that group of Pilgrims of Misfortune; no wonder I encountered all sorts of obstacles while pursuing through the Void,” said the Lord of the Flaless, with a look of disgust in Its eyes.

The Lord of the Flaless now understood why It had encountered such bad luck on Its pursuit; those misfortunes were not directed at Itself but were rely the repercussions of the Calamity Curse.

Angel hadn’t expected that what saved his life wasn’t the rcy of the Lord of the Flaless, but the Calamity Curse on Toby.

He gasped for air, looking at Toby who had been thrown to the ground, a flash of relief in his eyes.

He was relieved that he had miraculously survived thanks to the Calamity Curse, and relieved that Toby had not been affected by the prior grasp of the porcelain-white hand.

Angel hadn’t died and the Lord of the Flaless wasn’t concerned; Its gaze moved slowly away from Toby.

Although It vaguely felt sothing was odd about Toby, none of that mattered now.

The gaze of the Lord of the Flaless settled on another item that had fallen from Angel, the very thing that had attracted Its attention before.

Lying quietly on the maroon ground was an exquisitely delicate statue.

“Is it actually a divine favor?” murmured the Lord of the Flaless as It observed the statue. Its fine appearance imdiately reminded It of that Demon God.

—The Cruel Scholar.

“With a divine favor in possession, so, are you a follower of the Cruel Scholar?” The Lord of the Flaless said, surprised, while looking at Angel. This favor was unlike Popota’s chain; that chain was an artifact created later, but this favor was sothing born with the Demon God, a natural divine favor.

Only the most trusted followers of a Demon God would be bestowed with such an item.

Angel didn’t reply; he didn’t even have the strength to do so. The Lord of the Flaless didn’t care, rely glancing at Angel lightly.

“To not have the mark of the Cruel Scholar, why would He leave the divine favor to you?” The Lord of the Flaless murmured softly, “Interesting, very interesting indeed.”

Suddenly, the Lord of the Flaless found this human to be of interest.

However, this human could be set aside for now; there would be plenty of ti to study him later. For now, the first issue to deal with was… Aoluxiya.

The gaze of the Lord of the Flaless returned to Aoluxiya.

Seeing that the Lord of the Flaless’s attention had shifted away from him, Angel struggled, enduring endless agony, and fetched the life-saving elixir from his bracelet using a wavering spirit tentacle.

It was the life-saving water condensed by Ironclad Granny before he had co to the Abyss.

Angel rembered Ironclad Granny saying that even fatal injuries could be saved with the water.

Angel didn’t know if Ironclad Granny was telling the truth or not, but he was aware of his own condition: nearly half of his organs were shattered, and if the life-saving water didn’t work for him, he probably wouldn’t survive.

With a mix of fortune and hope, Angel consud the life-saving water.

As a cool liquid poured down his throat, in the next second, his eyes lit up, and he felt a powerful vitality rapidly repairing his internal injuries.

Shattered organs and broken bones were visibly recovering.

While Angel waited for his body to recover, a weak voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

“Divine favor… The only chance…”