Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1146: Section 1147: Inscription on the Door

The profound darkness ahead was like the terrifying gaping maw of an unknown behemoth, waiting for its prey to come.

The darkness swallowed all light and shadow, and even though he knew that continuing forward might plunge him into deeper darkness, the rumbling sound coming from behind left Angel with no other thoughts in his mind, his only option was to keep running without stopping.

His speed was fast, like a fleeting light, skimming past shadows.

Along the way, just as the Scouting Puppet had seen before, he encountered no obstructions. The underground tunnel was spacious and dry, the only sounds he could hear were the increasingly close rumbling from afar and his footsteps below.

Finally, Angel reached the core of Lassudral—the very bottom of the Void Tower.

Upon arrival, the narrow tunnel suddenly opened up, as if he had traveled from Gulliver’s land of the small to a world of giants.

Not long after entering the negative distance of the Void Tower, Angel saw its end.

Previously, the feedback from the Scouting Puppet was that there was a giant metal door here. This was indeed the case, but only when Angel truly stood in front of the door did he realize the extent of its width and intricacy, which exceeded his imagination.

Illuminated by the dim light of Fluorite, Angel could see that the door was entirely made of Abyssal secret gold.

Abyssal secret gold, a high-grade material from the Abyss, even a mere gram of it would be frantically bid on at auctions in the Wizards’ Realm, yet here it was used to construct such a massive door! In terms of volume, this door must be measured in tons!

Even Angel couldn’t help but feel his heart race at the sight of such an abundance of Abyssal secret gold.

However, Angel was well aware that the current situation was critical, allowing no room for such extravagant thoughts. With a great effort, he suppressed the avaricious flicker in his heart and continued to examine the door.

In the glow of the Fluorite, the door reflected the dark golden light characteristic of Abyssal secret gold.

It was at this point that Angel noticed something unusual about the door—when the Scouting Puppet had looked at it before, the front of the door had appeared seamless, but standing here now, he discovered that there were actually very subtle indentations. These indentations formed a series of Patterns, and the Patterns together made up an image.

This image was like a mural, telling a strange story. Angel could not decipher the meaning of the story, but he could see that the image included elements of “code, punishment, Demon,” and more.

Beyond that, Angel felt that the Patterns making up this image were very similar to the Pattern of light spots he had seen previously, suggesting that this image should also be an Inscription.

Nevertheless, the Inscription had no energy fluctuations and was probably no longer effective.

Under normal circumstances, Angel might have tried to study this Inscription, but unfortunately, the timing and location were all wrong, and he couldn’t muster the interest.

Right now, his only thoughts were on how to get out and how to stay alive.

The rumbling in the tunnel continued unabated and seemed to be spreading faster. Judging by the distance of the sound he could now hear, the entrance where he had been before was probably already in ruins.

It wouldn’t be long before it spread to this location!

With time pressing, Angel turned around and took a deep breath in front of this door.

Now, with no other paths in this place, he decided to try pushing the door.

He placed his hand on the door, and the Abyssal secret gold beneath his palm transmitted a chilling cold that penetrated to the marrow of his bones.

With veins bulging on his arms, Angel exerted all his strength, fiercely pushing the door inward… yet it did not budge an inch.

Angel paused for a moment before making a second attempt. This time, as he pushed the door, he not only exerted his full strength but also conjured three Hands of Magic, all pushing against the door together.

The result of the second attempt was still a failure.

The door had not moved at all, and Angel even began to wonder whether the door was meant to be pulled rather than pushed. He tried pulling the door towards him, but still, there was no effect.

After several attempts, Angel had tried every method he could think of, yet none were successful.