Chapter 1081: Section 1082: Chaotic Battle
 

At that moment, Angel was still looking anxiously at the sky.

When the fireball cluster appeared, the sky was like a sieve with a hole in it, constantly showered with falling columns of fire, which caused most of the buildings in Lassudral to burn to ashes.

Not only that, as more patterns of fire congregated, the entire sky was set ablaze.

Previously, one could still see the night sky fabric with patterns of fire merely dancing as supporting characters upon it. But suddenly, everything reversed, like the painting in Feng’s Hunting Museum, where flames would overshadow everything, and night would be no more.

In this moment, many hidden truths finally surfaced.

“It really is the Primeval Flame, it truly is!” the Demon floating in mid-air suddenly shouted.

“It’s not just the Primeval Flame; such a phenomenon also means that a new Lord is about to be born! Who could it be? Could it be Komodo? It seems like Komodo is currently the only major Demon of the Fire System in Lassudral!”

The matter of the Primeval Flame, like ignited gunpowder, instantly spread throughout the whole of Lassudral. All the Demons were boiling with excitement, especially those of the Fire System!

Angel didn’t understand how important the Primeval Flame was to these Fire System Demons, but he could see, almost all the Fire System Demons had flown into the sky, refusing to descend even as the fireball cluster poured down.

“For Fire System Demons, even acquiring just a whiff of the Primeval Flame’s essence can greatly benefit them,” said Fafnir’s voice.

“What exactly is the Primeval Flame?”

This was the second time Angel asked about the Primeval Flame. The first time, Fafnir remained silent, but this time she finally spoke up, albeit in an evasive manner, “The Primeval Flame is the flame of origin, the specifics of which I do not understand since I am not of the Fire System. However, I do know that it has always existed, clinging to the birthplace of civilization, burning fiercely in a world indescribable. To have it descend into our world is extremely difficult. It requires an initiator, a gestator, and, finally, birth.”

The flame of origin, adhering to the birth of civilization—is this referring to the seed of civilization? Angel pondered, Was this the same meaning as the Baiyuanians’ Primeval Flame?

Fafnir paused, then continued in a wistful tone, “Every time the Primeval Flame descends, it signifies the birth of a new Monarch of Fire.”

Angel was taken aback, “Monarch of Fire, are you referring to the owner of the Night Pavilion?”

Fafnir nodded, her eyes shimmering with envy, “It should be him. As far as I know, the only Monarch of Fire currently existing in the Barren Face is the ancestor of the Patterned Demons. Night’s Ascension will completely change this pattern.”

The ancestor of the Patterned Demons? Angel thought of Greerwu, the little fireball, which would become a Patterned Demon once it matured.

“What about the Lord of the Flameless? Is it considered a Monarch of Fire?” Angel asked impulsively.

Upon hearing this question, Fafnir looked at Angel as if he were an idiot, and after a long moment, replied disdainfully, “A Demon God is of a higher plane altogether.”

As for the Lord of the Flameless, he could be entirely considered a God of Fire.

Of course, one cannot conclude that a Monarch of Fire is weaker than a God of Fire; it all depends on the individual’s strength. There are powerful Demon Lords who can rival Demon Gods.

After hearing Fafnir’s explanation, Angel was inwardly astounded beyond measure.

He knew the owner of the Night Pavilion was formidable, and that once it broke its shackles it would become a Lord, but he never imagined it ascending to the throne of the Monarch of Fire in such a supreme manner!

And Angel himself, not only had he driven this entire process, but he also had the fortune to witness its dominion and crowning!

After the initial shock, Angel’s emotions became complicated.

He felt lucky to witness it all, but at the same time, he also felt the pressure from these surging and endless new forces of the Abyssal world.

Not to mention the owner of the Night Pavilion, who was about to Ascend the Throne, just the likes of Fafnir at his side, Odeclass of Ice Valley, Baltica of the Land of Rest, and so on… were all formidable beings.

And this was only the Barren Face of the many great facets of the Abyss. It was hard to imagine how much more powerful the other facets were.

As Angel pondered, Fafnir, looking at the sky densely packed with the Fire System Demons, suddenly curled her lip, “The break of dawn is getting closer, it seems peace is about to end as well.”

At first, Angel did not understand what Fafnir meant until the Fire System Demons in the sky suddenly shifted from non-interference to an all-out melee, then he understood the implication of Fafnir’s words that “peace is about to end.”

“The ownership of the Primeval Flame was determined at the outset. So, the Primeval Flame’s essence that leaks out will not be abundant, and with so many Fire System Demons, the outcome is destined already,” Fafnir remarked without mentioning that, even if the common Demons in the sky didn’t take action, Komodo of the Void Tower would surely make its move.

This is the typical Law of the Jungle: weaken or even eliminate more contenders in order to grow stronger oneself.

Once the battle in the sky begins, like a lit fuse, it becomes uncontrollable.

Moreover, any Demon who dares to fight for a place in the sky is sure to be strong.

Angel stood on the rooftop, watching this earth-shattering melee. Almost every Demon in the sky was stronger than he was, and the longer he watched, the more he felt cold sweat running down his back.

The energy throughout Lassudral began to become chaotic. This spreading fire not only involved the fire-system Demons but also swept up other Demons. Some joined the battle forcibly, to avoid harm to themselves.

For now, the only areas that hadn’t entered the fray were the outermost suburbs and the core area of the Void Tower.

Some Demons ascended while others fell. The deaths were not few in number.

Even though Angel watched the battle in the sky with trepidation, as the bodies of Demons fell all over Demon City, he couldn’t help but show a look of regret on his face.

Although the bodies of Demons were not as valuable as those of Magical Creatures, getting hold of them later on would still be a considerable sum of money.

However, when the body of a Demon, burning fiercely, fell from the sky and crashed into the woods outside the Misty Cabin, Angel finally put away his covetous thoughts.

Because as soon as the Demon’s body hit the ground, it turned into a huge Fireball Cluster, incinerating everything within hundreds of meters into ash.

The Misty Cabin itself was also within this range. If not for Fafnir releasing a Wind Barrier, it probably would have instantly vanished.

Even though the Misty Cabin was spared, the surrounding environment changed drastically. The woods were gone, the serenity disappeared, and everything was completely transformed into a sea of fire and a melting furnace.

Angel stood on the roof, and even with the protection of the Wind Barrier, he still felt the scorching wind constantly brushing against his face.

And this was just one body causing such an impact; Angel didn’t want to imagine what would happen if the battle continued—Lassudral would probably turn into a sea of fire long before the Primeval Flame was born.

The situation had escalated to this point, probably beyond the expectations of the great Demons within the Void Tower.

At this moment, the Void Tower was also filled with a tumult.

“It’s time to stop, if this goes on, Lassudral, which has stood in the Void for tens of thousands of years, may also be annihilated.” The speaker was a female Demon in a grand skirt that shimmered with water-light.

The speaking female Demon named Nitotipu was a Demon of the Water System. It had the largest build among the current seven Council Demons of the Void Tower, thanks to the countless horrific and menacing barbed tentacles beneath its skirt.

Nitotipu’s upper body was no different from that of an average human, petite and delicate, but the tentacles under its skirt were very thick. Each one was like the tentacle of an overlord squid. Its appearance made the spacious conference hall inside the Void Tower feel cramped and narrow.

“Nitotipu, you would say that because you stand on your own ground. Lassudral will never disappear; it will be reborn from the ashes. After this fiery inferno, it will emerge more renewed,” said a fire cannon Demon whose head looked like a salamander. Though not large in size, it was the only fire-system Demon among the seven—Komodo.

Nitotipu sneered, “Komodo, everyone knows what you’re thinking. The more Demons that die outside, the bigger the benefit you will eventually get… But don’t forget, the death of so many Demons, what kind of disaster will it bring to Lassudral? If there is an external enemy, the damage Lassudral suffers will never heal.”

The so-called external enemy naturally referred to human Wizards. They originally did not believe that human Wizards would dare to invade Lassudral, but with Aoluxiya showing up at this time, no one could be certain whether human Wizards would fight to the bitter end.

“The Lord of the Flameless is about to descend to the dust. Even if there are external enemies, do you think they can withstand even a glance from the Lord of the Flameless?” Komodo said, his slender eyes glowing with adoration.

“How can you be so sure that the owner of the Hunting Museum will want to deal with external enemies?” Nitotipu mocked, “It is neither one of our seven seats nor does it have any sense of belonging to Lassudral. Why would it intervene in what happens here?”

“The Monarch of Fire will burn everything to ashes,” retorted Komodo immediately.

For a time, the conference hall was filled with the quarreling voices of Nitotipu and Komodo.

Apart from them, the other five seated Council Demons remained silent, all watching the clash between water and fire with the expressions of spectators enjoying a show.

Nitotipu: “Hmph, I just want to ask you two questions. You should be very clear about why Aoluxiya has come to Lassudral—it’s also for the Primeval Flame. What makes you think you can snatch the escaped Primeval Flame from its hands? And, if Lassudral were to be completely transformed into a sea of fire, even if it is reborn from the flames as you say, do you think any other system of Demons would be willing to continue living here?”

For Komodo, these two questions were not really issues. As long as he didn’t act against Aoluxiya and simply relied on strength to snatch away the Primeval Flame, he didn’t necessarily believe he would lose.

Furthermore, if Lassudral really ended up without any other system of Demons willing to stay, Komodo actually thought it wasn’t a bad thing.

However, regardless of what Komodo thought, Nitotipu’s words did elicit a reaction from the other five seated Council Demons. If Lassudral truly became a sea of flames, in the end, only Komodo would benefit, and they would likely be forced to leave.