Warlock Apprentice

He looked at the green pattern symbolizing “Shield” for a long time. Finally, he exhaled deeply and slowly released the Nightmare Realm breath from his right hand as the power source to activate the green pattern. Angel then tried to activate the pattern.

Without any light or energy fluctuations, the green pattern representing “Shield” simply dissolved unremarkably. Or rather, to the naked eye, it vanished; but Angel could clearly feel that the pattern had turned into a thin film, enveloping him from all sides.

With the appearance of this film, Angel’s gaze returned to the statue on the table, and he no longer felt the previous palpitations.

Although Angel felt that being this cautious might seem a bit paranoid, after all, this “Subdue” was a creation of a Demon God. With the work of a Demon God, no amount of caution could be considered excessive.

Moreover, after activating the Shield pattern, Angel wasn’t worried about it disappearing because his right hand was constantly releasing the Nightmare Realm breath, which currently was sufficient to maintain the existence of the pattern.

Unless he released the Art of Nightmare Illusion with his right hand, there would be no short-term effect on the green Pattern.

After Angel eased his mind, his gaze naturally fell upon the other side of the Scouting Puppet.

However, it was only when Angel looked over that he noticed the Scouting Puppet was currently stopped at a broken open door.

This door was the very one Angel had come up through from the underground hall.

In other words, the Scouting Puppet had walked a full circle around the corridor without finding anything of note. The only door it saw was still the one leading to the underground hall.

It was utterly improbable for there to be only this one door in the entire corridor.

“Either we’ve entered some sort of maze, or the path has been concealed.”

If it were indeed a maze, Angel estimated that with his own abilities, he definitely would not be able to solve it. Moreover, according to his conjecture, the Void Tower itself was already infused with the means of Inscriptions, making the likelihood of an additional maze quite low.

So, could it be that the path had been hidden away?

Angel gathered the statue on the table and walked towards the dark corridor. He moved slowly, scrutinizing his surroundings, but even as he arrived back at the door to the underground hall, he still found no clues.

Upon reflection, if a maze was unlikely, then concealing the path also seemed inconsistent with his deductions.

Moreover, based on Angel’s observations during this time, apart from Demons that primarily affected the mind, most other Demons tended to avoid hassle. Devious and malicious acts were not uncommon, but circumstances involving hidden and elusive elements rarely occurred.

“Could it be that the path has never been hidden, and I’ve simply overlooked it?”

Angel retraced his steps along the corridor, taking extra care this time. Aside from the occasional specimens of heads on the walls, he discovered nothing unusual.

Just as Angel was at a loss, a faint glow illuminated the darkness ahead.

Looking up, he saw the flame-bearing statues that intermittently appeared in the hallway. These statues, with their ghastly, fearsome expressions, jutted from the walls with elongated arms outstretched, palms holding the burning flames.

Angel stared at one of these flame-bearing statues and suddenly it seemed as if he remembered something.

For Demons who disliked hassle, if there was a path, there must be a clear marker. And in a hallway where darkness rendered one virtually blind, the most obvious indicators were these statues with their lit flames.

Could it be that these statues indicated the way?

Angel reached out in doubt and touched the long arm of the statue.

And without any force applied, he heard a “click-click—” sound as the flame-bearing statue and the wall behind it flipped around, revealing a door.

Angel: “…” So, it really was a path after all.

Angel walked through the door, all the while criticizing the design in his head.

Behind the door was a cramped and narrow room. As soon as Fuyi entered, Angel was immediately hit by a strong stench of blood. On closer inspection, he saw that the tiny room was covered in various decaying flesh, which looked to be from some Magical Creature. Some had even started to grow white maggots.