Warlock Apprentice Chapter 1204: Section 1205 Right Eye

Chapter 1204: Section 1205 Right Eye

By now, Angel had co to understand the terror of that energy.

His body repeatedly collapsed, and each ti Angel felt that he could no longer be saved, yet that energy forcefully pulled him back from death’s abyss.

It happened countless tis.

Angel was both surprised by the horror of this new drop of blood, and shocked by the energy contained within his body.

It was as if two giants, far surpassing Angel’s own power levels, were initiating a world-shaking battle within his own body.

After each collapse, imdiate repair followed, and this cycle repeated many tis.

And with each one, Angel felt as if he were enduring the Earthly torture once described by Jon—an execution by slicing.

His flesh was being carved away, slice by slice.

After the slicing, ca the itchy sensation of energy repairing. Once repaired, the slicing would continue.

This intense pain even gave Angel the mistaken notion that it would be better to die, but whenever this thought arose, the images of many people appeared in his mind.

Jon, Lyon, Sanders, Toby, Nausicaa… so many, including ‘Shadow’ Diabolo, who had initially been an enemy but later reconciled; the Viking who had lost his limbs at the start of the Purification Garden, yet still stubbornly escaped in the end; Lieutenant Helen who had once sailed with him on the Cloud Conch and later followed Si Man to Shaloo Ridge…

These figures, whether tied to Angel by deep bonds or rely passing acquaintances,

made the world seem incredibly vast and the universe filled with mysteries, each person was vivaciously alive… Just these thoughts alone were enough to intoxicate Angel and make him unwilling to end his life prematurely.

Moreover, there were many things he had yet to accomplish.

Jon’s body had not yet been resurrected, the promise he made to Moro had not been fulfilled, and there were many, many things he wanted to do but had not experienced—how could he just give up on life?

Holding on to these obsessions, Angel endured the agony as if his flesh were being carved out, ti and ti again.

By the ninth or tenth ti, the pain from the cycles of collapse and resurrection gradually lessened. anwhile, that previously overwhelming energy inside Angel was diminishing at a noticeable rate.

By now, Angel had finally discovered a silver lining.

The collapse of the body was actually due to an imbalance of inner energy, and during the repeated repairs, the mild external energy not only replenished the imbalanced energy but also gradually fused so of its own characteristics with Angel’s body.

This was a leap transition of the essence of energy.

Because Angel had practiced the “Singularity Scattering ditation thod,” his magic power was already purer than that from ordinary ditation thods. Now, this qualitative change allowed his magic power to beco even more refined and to contain the unique properties of this external energy.

The change in energy was significant, but the greatest change was in his body. This constant breaking and remaking, akin to the repeated forging in alchemy, kept purging impurities and hidden injuries from his body.

And it was not just about remaking; there was also the enhancent of the body from the fused bloodline.

Even Angel himself could not predict how strong his body would beco if he were lucky enough to survive.

When his body collapsed again, Angel had already grown sowhat numb to the pain; he calmly awaited the energy’s repair.

This ti, Angel could distinctly sense that the external energy had been exhausted.

Probably, this was the last repair.

And that drop of blood had been reduced to just a trace. Unless sothing unexpected happened, this collapse was likely to be the last.

Indeed, as that drop of blood completely rged into his body, the external energy also dissipated, and the two magnificent giants sheathed their swords in an evenly matched withdrawal.

It might not be entirely right to say it was even; on one side was just a drop of blood, while on the other, energy that was terrifying in its intensity. Although they offset each other, the Projected Bloodline was still, in essence, more superior.

And when that drop of blood disappeared, Angel finally felt which part of the body had been projected this ti.

The right eye.

Apart from this ti, Angel had received it twice before, and both instances had brought him significant changes. The first was the right palm in Nightmare Witch Town, and the second was the right forearm outside the Wilderness of Dreams.

Actually, both previous instances were on the right hand, so essentially they fell into one category and had effects similar to “spontaneously releasing the aura of the Yan realm,” according to the properties of the Pattern.

This ti, the location had changed. And considering the difficulty of the fusion, had it not been for the external energy, he reckons he would have died countless tis already.

Angel was eager to find out what changes would take place in his right eye this ti?

Angel opened his eyes.

The mont he opened his eyes, a flash of green light darted across his right eye.

Angel’s vision was montarily blank, feeling countless tiny green patterns imprinting into his mind. So of the patterns were from his right hand, while others were new.

Angel understood the superficial anings of the newly appeared green patterns, but their deeper structure was still unknown to him.

The so-called superficial anings were actually the most basic effects of the green patterns.

For example, Angel’s right hand had a green pattern that looked like a sixteenth note, and its superficial concept was “release,” with the function of continually emitting the aura of the Yan realm. But further study would reveal a deeper structure to the pattern—not only “release” but also a “channel” and a “gate.”

With these new green patterns, Angel could only comprehend their outermost anings. To understand their deeper implications would require a great deal of ti to explore and decipher.

“It seems that these green patterns are the effects brought about by the right eye?”

Angel was about to examine which new green patterns had appeared when suddenly, another ssage flashed through his mind.

This ti, the ssage was not green patterns, but a long string of mories.

These mories were not Angel’s but… that person’s. He ca here from the Nightmare Realm, the battle with the Lord of the Flaless, and the mory of him leaving Angel’s body and killing the Demon God’s True Spirit with a single blow, all flooded into Angel’s mind.

Angel stared blankly at the mories that surfaced in his mind.

He had seen that person before, repelling the terrifying beasts beyond the Wilderness of Dreams. At that ti, Angel already knew that his strength was imnse. But only now did he realize, it wasn’t just strong, it was incredibly powerful, beyond Angel’s imagination!

In these mories, Angel still didn’t know who that person was and could only temporarily presu him to be “Shava,” Angel’s projection in the Nightmare Realm.

Although his identity was unclear, Angel now understood one thing, his arrival from the Nightmare Realm was not his true form, but an avatar.

Just a re avatar was capable of destroying the Demon God’s True Spirit, such strength was simply unimaginable to Angel.

Perhaps… it had reached so indescribable level?

After viewing the entire mory, Angel also sorted out the series of events through these mories.

Initially, Popota kept urging him to initiate the descent. However, Angel was deeply reluctant to be subject to the Demon God, but if he didn’t initiate the descent, what was he to do against the Lord of the Flaless?

Angel thought about the “flipping the table” event that happened in the Night Demon City.

After all, this place was the Abyss, so even if the Nightmare Realm Queen arrived, it wouldn’t be the Wizards’ Realm being destroyed.

Angel wanted to replicate that event. If he could flip the table again, maybe there was a glimr of hope.

But the incident in Night Demon City had so coincidences, as well as the turning point of becoming a Nightmare Realm due to heaven’s ti and location, which facilitated that opportunity.

It was not easy for Angel to replicate it.

Moreover, Angel had thought about it himself. From the Nightmare Realm Queen’s attitude, it seed she harbored ill will towards him. Even if he did manage to flip the table, he probably couldn’t escape death in the end.

If this move couldn’t be used, then what should he do?

Then, he thought of the incident at Wind Whisper Valley.

Back in Wind Whisper Valley, Fafnir was very wary of the green “vine” patterns that appeared behind him, and Angel himself also felt that if he let the green vine continue to grow, it might eventually beco a “gate” for that person to co across ti and space.

Angel knew who the person behind the gate was.

At that ti in Wind Whisper Valley, Angel suppressed the growth of the green patterns, because he did not know what consequences that person’s arrival would bring, and Sanders had more than once reminded him to be careful of Shava.

The other party wouldn’t help without reason, once a certain stage was reached, they would inevitably seek a repaynt.

This ti, Angel did not restrain himself. Thus, a series of events followed.

Although Angel had fallen into a coma during the battle with the Lord of the Flaless, these mories told Angel what had happened at that ti.

After viewing these mories, Angel was silent for a long ti, both shocked by the power of “Shava” and also feeling a sense of dread.

He slowly extended his hand, covering his right eye.

His right hand had changed, and so had his right eye.

Perhaps one day, from head to toe, he would no longer belong to himself but to another person. At that ti, as Angel’s original consciousness, would he also disappear?

Angel was silent for a long while, only coming slowly back to his senses when he heard Greerwu’s tentative cries.

“Shop owner, you…” Greerwu started to ask if the shop owner knew what had happened.

But when Angel looked over, a flicker of fear passed through Greerwu’s eyes.

That cold gaze was exactly like that person! Even the chilling oppression was the sa!

Could it be that the golden figure hadn’t disappeared but entered the shop owner’s body and taken over?

As Greerwu was uncertain, Angel stood up.

He could feel his body becoming incredibly strong, so strong that he still couldn’t control it himself.

He could also feel changes occurring in his right eye.

When he looked at Greerwu, Greerwu was so frightened that his cheeks turned pale, and he lowered his head, trembling.

However, Angel didn’t explore this for the mont.

Because he had another matter to attend to.

The mories that “that person” left him mostly consisted of mory images, the only thing with a subjective opinion was this matter.

With that thought, Angel turned his head to look at the Sparkling Green Tree, swaying in the wind.