Angele raised his hand. A portion of the floating metal liquid quickly formed into a shell-shaped barrier in front of him.
He began invoking strange incantations. The words were simple, yet it didn’t seem to belong to any known language.
The temperature around Angele rose. Heat waves became visible in the air, bringing mysterious distortions into the black smoke.
Angele nearly finished the incantation as the smoke approached.
*DING*
Suddenly, Angele’s face turned pale and his body trembled. The heat disappeared within seconds as his incantation was interrupted.
As he failed to finish casting the spell, he watched as the black smoke tried to engulf him whole. Thanatophobia crept into depths of his mind. His body had become paralyzed. Now, there was nothing else he could do.
*CHI*
The black smoke amassed together. Angele’s silver barrier and the revolving knives began dropping onto the ground as if it was raining.
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At the opposite side of the vast forest was a black cliff.
An old man wearing a black robe stood on the cliff observing the sea of trees. The howling gust blew the lower of his robe into the air.
The man’s hair was white and it was messy, yet his beard and eyebrows were red. His pale face was carved with a countless number of wrinkles.
The old man had a blank expression on his face. In front of his chest, there was a head-sized golden plate floating. The plate was translucent, slowly rotating and many complicated runes were engraved on its surface.
"I shall harvest your soul for what you’ve done to my beloved disciple," he muttered. His line of sight fell onto the battlefield thousands of miles away from the cliff.
He pointed at the golden plate and lightly touched its surface.
*DING*
The crisp sound echoed in the forest and that was the noise Angele heard.
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Angele was no longer paralyzed. However, he had lost some strength that caused him to step back.
The silver barrier in front of Angele had turned into a pool of black liquid and splashed to the ground, but it still prevented the black smoke from reaching him.
"F*cking hell!" he cursed as looked at his right hand. A small amount of the black smoke covered the tip of his first finger, and the black liquid dripped down the wound.
Angele gritted his teeth and pointed at the oncoming black smoke with his left hand. The wings on the palm started flapping.
A dangerous aura surrounded his body.
Arisa sensed the changed and immediately tried to retreat. The black smoke began to move away from Angele.
Arisa was trying to backstab him. However, her expression changed after seeing Angele raising his hand. She stepped back and returned to the smoke screen while sending a small amount of smoke to Angele’s back.
Angele narrowed his eyes and was about to activate the signet using his mentality.
*DING*
He heard the noise again, which made him flinch for a second.
"AH!"
Angele’s legs numbed and his back was hit by the black smoke. Green smoke rose from the wound and it created a sound similar to a piece of meat being grilled. He failed to activate the signet completely.
Only several translucent waves spread into the air and blew away some retreating black smoke. The remaining smoke on his back was also eliminated.
Arisa revealed herself.
"That was close. However, that was your only chance to hurt me." There was a cold look on her face.
She waved her hand. The black smoke gathered in the air again and rushed toward Angele.
Angele kept running away from the smoke. He could sense someone locked onto him with a strange energy wave, and the wave would interrupt him every time he tried to attack or defend. Moreover, this special energy wave penetrated his defensive forcefield with ease.
He wanted to gain some practical battle experiences in this fight by himself, but it would seem that he had to seek Zero’s help.
‘Zero, is it possible for me to eliminate this energy wave?’ he asked Zero as he dodged several strikes from the black smoke.
‘The energy wave will weaken if you can move two kilometers away from your current location. There is an 87% chance this strategy will work,’ Zero reported.
Angele groaned as his right arm was damaged by the black smoke again. The silver metal that covered his skin dropped to the ground, and a black wound was left on the arm.
He could feel the intense pain coming from his arm and back, but he stayed calm. The smoke in front of him gathered together and turned into the shape of a human, attempting to embrace Angele.
"Show me the direction."
"East is your best option."
Angele threw the crossguard sword into the air, and it turned into a silver shield in front of him. He turned toward the east and started running away like a madman.
"Are you trying to run?!" Arisa’s voice came from the human-shaped smoke. The silver shield turned into a pool of black liquid after making contact with the smoke.
She started chasing after Angele at full speed.
"Give me the Light of Thor!" Her voice changed. It was crisp no longer. Instead, she sounded like an old man with a hoarse voice.
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