Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1070: Section 1071: Void Tower

Chapter 1070: Section 1071: Void Tower

Angel was currently occupied with two things.

First, he lay on the roof, gazing at the mottled shadows of the trees, feeling the rhythm of the breeze around him.

The Wind Domain Field inherent to Fafnir, originally meant to shield from the gaze of external demons, enshrouded Angel as well to prevent him from being seen through by demons. But on the roof, due to a lack of anything better to do, he began to sense the whispers of the nearby breeze.

With this perception, Angel noticed the subtleties of the surrounding wind elements.

Or rather, the finesse of Fafnir’s control over the wind.

It was like strands of compliant thread, swinging gently as though in a gentle breeze or light rain, seemingly harmless, but in fact, every place was encompassed, forming a curtain of wind with the breeze serving as the thread. Yet should any anomaly appear in the vicinity, Angel believed that these gentle threads would instantly turn into steel wire blades, and that the gentle breeze would transform into a fierce wind bearing blades.

This control over the wind made Angel unconsciously immerse himself in its intricacies, desiring to delve deeper into the mysteries of the wind.

Angel’s probing was certainly within Fafnir’s perception. Had it been someone else, Fafnir might have immediately reduced the intruder to bones. But since Angel was indeed the emissary appointed by Odeclass, Fafnir frowned but permitted him to proceed. After all, with Angel’s strength, he wouldn’t comprehend much anyway.

Indeed, like a Domain, a Domain Field is part of the world that True Knowledge Wizards will come into contact with later on. Within the Wind Domain Field, Angel couldn’t uncover any mysteries. However, that didn’t mean he gained nothing. His “journey through the wind” was probably an honor no other wizard in the Wizards’ Realm had experienced. Even if some had, it would likely have been on a battlefield, where the Domain Field of the wind they faced was certainly not a gentle breeze.

Therefore, in this unique journey, Angel’s experiences were quite miraculous. Although his understanding of the wind remained superficial, he grasped some elements of the Wind Sequence.

The Wind Sequence, similar to the Rhythm of Water, is a tidal and cyclical expression of an element.

Grasping the Wind Sequence actually meant deepening one’s affinity with the wind. This would be of great help when learning and casting wind arts in the future.

Of course, Angel didn’t truly grasp the Wind Sequence but had developed an insight into some of its elements, a form of sentiment. If he spent some time reflecting on it, he might integrate it into his system.

This was an unexpected gain.

Beyond the insights from sensing the Wind Domain Field, Angel was engaged in another activity.

Now, every move he made could potentially be observed by other demons. Under such circumstances, constructing a Gate Model or learning new knowledge like before was not easy.

Since studying was not an option, he found something else to do, such as diverting part of his attention into his bracelet to monitor the situation within the Pliant Worm nest.

Previously, the Pliant Worm queen, due to the lack of rest and needing to quickly hatch ordinary Pliant Worms to engage in conflict with the Dreamweaver Ants—or more accurately, to one-sidedly feed the Dreamweaver Ants to avoid being devoured herself—didn’t have the time to rest.

Later, after accepting Kanter’s suggestion, Angel adjusted the frequency of the battles between the two sides.

This change brought about a new development in the asymmetric combat.

The Dreamweaver Ants were forced to cease fighting for several days after a certain period. This allowed the Pliant Worm queen to not be under such intense pressure, and she began thinking about how to break the deadlock.

How could she avoid being exclusively slaughtered by the Dreamweaver Ants? Relying only on ordinary Pliant Worms was clearly insufficient, as they were mere “laborers” with no fighting capability. To turn the tide, it was necessary to have a military caste.

Thus the queen began to concoct various strategic changes.

A few days earlier, Angel had discovered that the queen had laid one egg with a whitish-red hue and three with a metallic sheen.

This was clearly different from the eggs of ordinary Pliant Worms and likely the result of the queen’s strategic changes, possibly a new military caste among the Pliant Worms.

Over the past few days, whenever he had the chance, Angel would pay attention to any changes in these four special eggs.

Just a few minutes ago, Angel felt one of the eggs with a metallic sheen begin to move.

Therefore, Angel’s focus also turned to what was happening inside it.

After shaking for a while, the egg with a bronze hue began to crack at the top, signaling that new life was about to emerge.

In that moment, Angel’s anticipation reached its peak.

He naturally hoped that the “new military caste” hatched from this egg would be the Transforming Soft-bodied Insect, but when a pale yellow worm emerged, a hint of disappointment crossed Angel’s eyes.

Though this Pliant Worm was larger than the others and had a copper sheen, it was not the Transforming Soft-bodied Insect that Angel had been eagerly anticipating.

This was a Copper-armored Pliant Worm, a military caste among the Pliant Worms responsible for defense.

Upon reflection of the queen’s current situation, constantly threatened by the Dreamweaver Ants, her immediate production of Copper-armored Pliant Worms also made sense.

Although it was not the Transforming Soft-bodied Insect Angel had been hoping for, the Copper-armored Pliant Worm was still quite a rare magical bug, and its exuviae were excellent defensive materials. At least the Axo blood he had fed it wasn’t too much of a loss.

After its emergence, the Copper-armored Pliant Worm began to defend the area around the queen. Angel did not continue to observe any further; the other special eggs showed no signs of hatching, so he had to put that aside for the time being.

No longer distractions by Pliant Worms, Angel concentrated on sensing the Wind Domain Field.

Time quietly passed by.

After an unknown span, an anomaly suddenly occurred at the highest point of Lassudral, at the center of the Void Tower.

The reason Lassudral was known as the city that never slept was the dazzling orb of light at the top of the Void Tower, which illuminated the entire city incessantly.

However, the luminous orb at the top of the Void Tower began to dim slowly.

On a normal day, this orb would appear slightly dimmer at night to differentiate between day and night. But even when slightly dim, its light was still incredibly bright, merely the difference between early summer and midsummer.

But now it was different; the orb was dimming at a pace visible to the naked eye. In just two short minutes, Lassudral shifted from the bright daylight to pitch-black night.

The orb at the top of the Void Tower didn’t go out completely; rather, it shone like fluorite with a faint white glow.

From Angel’s perspective, it looked like a full moon.

“What’s going on? How did it turn from day to night?” Angel stood up, looking puzzledly at the distant Void Tower.

It wasn’t just Angel who was confused; the majority of demons in Lassudral shared this bewilderment.

A vast number of demons flew into the sky, eyes trained on the Void Tower.

Canaan, who radiated aquamarine glimmers like water, also flew up from the courtyard and settled on the roof.

“Do you know what’s happening?” Angel asked Canaan.

Canaan shook his head: “I’ve been in Lassudral for almost ten years, this is the first time I’ve seen the light source of the Void Tower go out, and I don’t know what’s happened.”

Angel also posed the question to Fafnir, who didn’t even lift her eyes to look, indifferent to the change from day to night. Moreover, compared to the bright daylight, she actually preferred the night.

“Could it be that the orb of the Void Tower has run out of energy?”

Canaan shook his head: “The Void Tower is the hub of Lassudral if there were no energy there, Lassudral would collapse as well.”

Hearing Canaan’s words left Angel somewhat surprised. It was the first time he heard that the Void Tower was the hub of Lassudral. Frankly, he only knew the name of the Void Tower but never inquired about its purpose. Because Angel never imagined that one day, he would set foot inside the inner city of Lassudral.

“The Void Tower is the hub of Lassudral? Its function is to provide energy?” Angel asked, curious.

“Actually, I’m not very clear on it, but I’ve heard from other half-blood demons that the Void Tower was set up by a Demon God in ancient times. It can absorb energy drifting in the Void, thus maintaining Lassudral from never falling and its eternal light.” Canaan paused, then continued, “Besides, there are some secrets within the Void Tower that are not known to ordinary beings, it seems to have the characteristic akin to a gate between layers. But I’ve only heard about it; I have never truly been there. Aside from great demons, others are obliged to stop at the threshold.”

Angel nodded, not delving deeper into the true function of the Void Tower. At the moment, he was more curious about what exactly was going on with the day-night transition.

In the end, however, Angel didn’t get an answer.

The night continued without reversal, and the demons returned to their own territories, starting to adapt to the life after the day-night changes.

“Actually, the night is not too bad, it’s rare to see such a scene,” Canaan said, looking at the distant Lassudral. The once grand and brilliant buildings were now hidden by the darkness of night, leaving only the twinkling lights that at a distance resembled a starry sky, possessing a different kind of beauty.

“Our shop is quite dark too, we need to set up some lights.” Canaan suddenly seemed inexplicably excited, jumped down from the roof, gathered a bunch of sparkling things from nowhere, and began decorating the narrow wooden hut.

Angel laughed softly but did not stop Canaan’s actions.

He stared into the distance at the lights, somewhat transfixed.

Meanwhile, at the balcony of the Hunting Museum, Night opened the door and stepped out, its face’s flame pattern had subtly faded a great deal. With the brash and fierce pattern less apparent, its handsome features gradually revealed themselves.

Night looked up in the direction of the Void Tower, and a startling brilliance suddenly flickered in his calm eyes.

“It has finally come.”

Inside the Void Tower, in a spacious circular hall, several demons of varying appearances were gathering together.

If Angel had been there, he would recognize Yadasai, who had previously attacked him, among these demons.

All of the demons present were the great demons who resided in Lassudral.

The usually imperious great demons now wore solemn expressions.

In the midst of them, a flame flickered, suspended in mid-air.

The flame itself was ordinary, but what was not was the faint green mark that sporadically emerged within it.

This was the mark of the Lord of the Flameless.