Warlock Apprentice Chapter 507 - Looming Crisis

Chapter 507: Looming Crisis

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Angor continued his adventure again but with a partner this time.
He still did not like Keely’s character, but he would admit her strength and wisdom, as well as their perfect teamwork, were necessary. Keely and Luna had helped him many times in critical situations.
More importantly, he knew Keely was way more cultured than him, especially when it came to fundamental wizardry knowledge.
After considering what was best, Angor chose to stay with her.
The Meraid’s Sword was leading them away from the trench by pointing upward. As the water pressure decreased, Angor’s Purification Field slowly reverted to its normal state as well.
“You’re too squishy,” Keely examined Angor’s protection and said, “and this thing can only keep you safe up to a certain extent. What if you have to go to other dangerous places? It won’t keep your alive in a vacuum, freezing, or burning areas. Do something about your body as fast as you can. Getting a bloodline is your best choice. No matter what you study, you will always end up fighting someone.”
“I know, but it’s not easy to get good bloodlines.” Angor fully knew what Keely meant. Each time he used his gravity power as a soul, he felt free and almighty and did not want to go back to his body. He was probably the only apprentice in his term who had not fused a bloodline yet.
“Well, just don’t forget it.” Keely ended the subject.
…
They ran into enemies as soon as they emerged from the trench.
It weren’t the apprentices, but a group of glowing jellyfish.
These creatures could produce a type of deadly neurotoxin, but they weren’t smart enough to escape from Angor and Keely’s attacks.
To save time and strength, Angor trapped them in his mist illusion and left them there. They were going to die at the end of the sacrifice anyway, so there was no point in wiping them out.
After jellyfish, they encountered supernatural monsters for several more times. Angor was growing really confused about it. He never saw such monsters earlier, so why now? He felt as if he had returned to the original garden world ruled by the flying fishes.
He decided to move more carefully especially after Keely explained that these creatures were actually the flying fishes that traveled through the dimension barrier.
The current Sea of Purification was just like the fish-infested sky, but with more demon fishes and other monsters that joined the fray. Here, the water made Angor’s Infinite Reticence useless.
The good thing was that it wasn’t easy to attract huge swarms of monsters now. But as the newly joined monster could blend in with the native wildlife, Angor and Keely had to make sure they steered away from ALL creatures.
During their travel, they saw more than one monster that was as powerful as Octobor—a humpback whale as big as a full-fledged cloud whale, and a green mossback turtle that was not as magnificent but possessed deadlier aura than the whale.
To get away from them, Angor had to enter his soul form and drag Keely away. The chase forced them to run off from their course for a dozen kilometers so that they could shake off the monsters.
And they were both terrified to see the Meraid’s Sword pointing to the exact same direction, which meant their goal was a LOT farther than they expected.
Having to move such a long distance would bring them trouble. A lot of trouble.
…
There was an underground castle built by Dugons about ten thousand kilometers away from Angor’s position.
A candle made from the body fat of an ancient shark was giving out a bright light as well as sweet smell into the room. Here, Jebra was leaning against a coral bad with his eyes closed as he recovered his mana.
A robed woman opened a side-door to another room, in which a Duon resembling a real mermaid had collapsed in her own blood. There were four bleeding wounds around her breasts after someone ripped her four scales away forcefully.
“Found something, Feshie?” Jebra spoke.
Feshie removed her blood-covered robe to expose her alluring body and changed into a pure-white silk dress. Then she tossed a small golden sword to Jebra.
“Here’s your sword,” she spoke while yawning, “I’ll take the other one.”
“Yeah, by all means,” Jebra said as he caught his sword and put a finger on his scale tattoo. Following his gesture, a tiny whale emerged from his forehead.
“Glad you let me out, Master!” The whale turned back and pressed its belly against Jebra’s cheek.
Jebra pushed it away with a smile and ordered it to open its mouth.
Behind the whale’s mouth was a storage dimension about a dozen cubic meters large that held Jebra’s resources. A corner of the storage was full of scales of different colors—Duon scales. He had collected a dozen gray ones, six white ones, and three silver ones.
Earlier, he destroyed an entire Dugon settlement. There were only a handful of Duons among their population, and there were no golden-scaled ones.
They didn’t know the secret about these different colors, but Jebra’s character forced him to compete for the best stuff at all times. After interrogating the silver Duons, they came to this castle and murdered the 3rd Duon princess to get her golden scales.
“I know it now. Gold ones are the higher-ups of these creatures, but that’s about it. Although the princess told me something interesting,” Feshie said as she revealed a cruel smell.
“Let’s hear it then.”
“They say anyone with a golden Meraid’s Sword has a better chance to serve their Gods. Heh.”
“Serve Gods? Pity. These things were fantasies made up by Floating Mech City.” Jebra shook his head. “Basically, the color has little to do with us. But it’s still better. I don’t want to show up in front of people later with a junk sword in my hand.”
Feshie chuckled at Jebra’s competitive attitude.
“There’s no more to see here, right? Let’s move,” said Jebra as he stood up.
They followed the hallway toward the outside. There were still patrolling Dugons in the castle yet they all realized nothing. Not even the death of their princess.
“Pfft. These things look terrible. Shall I kill them all?” Feshie asked in Voice Transmission.
“There’s no need. They are going to die anyway. First, it’s a half-built world, and now another well-developed civilization… They sure put a lot of effort in their garden.”
After leaving the castle, they headed where their swords were pointing to.
“Master, I sensed scale owners approaching us. They are still a hundred kilometers away,” the blue whale alerted them.
“Enemies, huh?” Feshie narrowed her eyes.
“Don’t mind them and keep going. Just kill them if they get in our way.”
About ten minutes later, a group of people entered Jebra’s view.
“F*ck, it’s him!” someone exclaimed in a timid girl’s tone. “We can’t win this. Run!”
Jebra was going to give them a mocking look, but his attention was immediately attracted by a certain individual among them.
“You! It’s you!” He looked scared for some reason.
The addressed woman who almost fell asleep just now scowled. “He’s… so noisy!!”
She opened her eyes fully and stared at Jebra. She heard the noises created by the violent tidal waves from Jebra, and she couldn’t stop them.
In the next second, the woman changed her once gentle expression into an eerie smile. “Ah, so we meet again!” Her eyes were already shining with the effect of magic as she said, “Someone stopped my plan last time. I REALLY want to see what it looks like if I turn an entire sea into deadly poison! Or should I boil it? Pity, the Sea of Purification is too big, so I can’t do that. But ‘your’ sea… yes, I can manage!”
The woman launched herself at Jebra.
“Shiliew?!” The little girl, who was planning to escape earlier, turned around in horror and saw her teammate going for the enemy.
“It happened again…” another woman said in a casual manner.
“Every time, she’ll be like all high on drugs when she sees Jebra. This isn’t going to end well!” The girl grew more and more anxious.
“To those guys, perhaps. Just take a look, Shan.”
Shan complied and looked from behind her fingers. She didn’t see Shiliew getting as hurt as she expected. Instead, it was Jebra who was running away from Shiliew without the will to fight back at all. A number of different-colored bruises had shown up on the man’s body.
“Huh?! Jebra is losing?”