Warlock Apprentice

It sneakily raised its head to glance, only to find that the gold-haired figure wasn’t standing in front of it but rather beside the shop owner, Angel. Greerwu strained to see his face, but due to the backlight, all it could see were the shining eyes and the heavy shadows cascading down.

Although it couldn’t make out his facial features, after observing closely for a while, Greerwu noticed something.

His figure seemed to flicker between tangibility and intangibility, like that of a soul form or an energy-drained phantom, as if he could vanish at any moment.

As Greerwu was pondering, it saw the gold-haired figure wrap the quintessential True Spirit Force in his hand with a layer of strange green Pattern, then slowly pushed it into the shop owner’s body.

Previously, “Angel” had sustained serious injuries while fighting the Lord of the Flameless within the Green Ring; his hands were blasted open to the bone, his internal organs fractured, and he looked extremely pitiful.

However, when the purest energy of the Sparkling Green Tree—an energy that even Greerwu coveted—entered Angel’s body—

Angel’s body, enshrouded by the green Patterns, had its bone-deep wounds heal at a speed visible to the naked eye; his pale cheeks, which looked rather deathly, became rosy.

Moreover, the high-rank energy level of the True Spirit Force was so high that it was originally impossible for Angel to absorb, but the gold-haired figure somehow made it so that not only did Angel perfectly absorb the True Spirit Force, but when Angel’s body was covered by a layer of faint True Spirit Force, Greerwu even felt a sense of threat.

This was the first time Greerwu felt a sense of oppression emanating from the shop owner.

Soon, the True Spirit Force completely restored Angel’s injuries and even promoted some beneficial changes.

When Angel’s injuries were healed, the gold-haired figure stood by his side, looking at him intently.

His eyes revealed complex emotions.

Behind him, the Sparkling Green Tree swayed in the wind.

Because the energy contained within the Sparkling Green Tree was so formidable, and because the continent needed this high-order energy to save itself from collapse, the violent winds were, in fact, more a manifestation of the continent’s collective consciousness attempting to heal itself.

The consciousness of the continent hoped that by these winds, the True Spirit Force from the Sparkling Green Tree could slowly be spread across every inch of the land, allowing it to be reborn anew.

It was just that the birth of the Sparkling Green Tree originated from the gold-haired figure.

When he did not release his constraints, the True Spirit Force within it was immovable, not even by the continent’s collective consciousness, which could not take away a fragment.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

A long while later, the gold-haired figure slowly retracted his emotional gaze and finally crouched down.

He placed his hand slowly over Angel’s cheek. As a piercing green light flashed, his hand disintegrated into countless tiny and dancing green patterns, all flowing into Angel’s right eye.

With the appearance of the green Patterns, the gold-haired figure’s form began to blur.

In the end, even his silhouette gradually vanished, leaving behind only that bright star-like speck of light in his eyes.

However, that light didn’t linger in the air for too long but directly attached itself to Angel’s right eye. As the halo entered, the gold-haired figure completely disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only Angel still deep in slumber.

“He’s gone…” Despite having anticipated it, the newly devoted worshiper—Greerwu—still felt somewhat bereft. After a while, Greerwu suddenly remembered something, raised its head, and looked towards the rustling Sparkling Green Tree in the distance, “He’s gone, so what will become of this tree?”

Greerwu longed to approach the tree to grasp the True Spirit Force within it, but he could still faintly sense the green patterns around the tree.

These green patterns shackled the Sparkling Green Tree, preventing the wind from taking away even a strand of its energy.

Greerwu knew very well that even if he approached the tree, without being able to resolve the green patterns, he would definitely not be able to obtain the True Spirit Force.

And the one who could resolve the green patterns had already disappeared… Greerwu sighed and prepared to stop thinking about these extravagant hopes and instead focused all his effort on trying to stand up.

He wanted to see Lord Aoluxiya’s soul and his body.

However, just as Greerwu was struggling to sit up from the ground, Angel who was not far away suddenly opened his eyes.

…

Angel felt pain all over his body.

At first, it was intense pain in his hands and viscera, a pain that lasted for a long time. Then, he felt an enormous energy pouring into him.

Accompanying this energy were some strange green patterns.

These green patterns seemed to have a purifying effect; they eliminated the explosive fire attributes from the energy and the Chaotic Energy inherent in the Abyss, making it extremely mild and much easier to absorb.

After the energy was completely purified, these green patterns also dissipated.

Then, the energy spread throughout Angel’s limbs and body, warmly nourishing every part of him, especially his hands and viscera, imparting a sense of reinvigoration and a tingling sensation.

However, this comfortable feeling didn’t last long.

Just as Angel felt soaked in a warm “water,” his right eye suddenly experienced unbearable intense pain.

The pain was so severe that Angel could no longer discern where the “pain” was coming from; he only felt a rich green light radiating from his right eye.

He didn’t know how long the pain lasted; to Angel, it seemed like an eternity in his perception of time.

Just when the pain was gradually subsiding and Angel thought it was all about to end, an even more intense light fell upon his right eye.

The light didn’t bring pain, but it did bring a drop of blood.

Though “drop” might not be the most accurate measurement, as it was more like an extension of blood; yet to Angel, it felt as if a drop of blood had merged into him.

And this drop of blood felt all too familiar to Angel.

It was unmistakably “Shava,” or rather the Projected Bloodline that resembled Shava!

As the thought of Projected Bloodline surfaced in Angel’s mind, he immediately felt intense pain engulfing his entire body. He understood this was the inevitable journey of bloodline fusion, something he had experienced in pain before. But this time, the pain reached a whole new level.

It was almost as if every part of his body was convulsing.

Moreover, this time the Projected Bloodline came not long after the previous fusion with the “right forearm,” and his body had just barely managed to assimilate the changes from the right forearm before a new Projected Bloodline arrived!

That entity was seizing every opportunity to “get some air”!

Angel clenched his teeth, having no choice but to swallow the bitter pill, as he was the one who had let that entity out in the first place.

The intense pain continued for a long time without stopping, and because it wasn’t long since the last bloodline fusion, the consumption of his physical foundation was even faster this time.

Angel estimated that if he could reach the level of an Official Wizard, perhaps he could accept the new bloodline calmly. But as it was, he was still some distance away from becoming an Official Wizard.

Therefore, even though less than one-tenth of the blood had fused, Angel felt his flesh body could no longer hold up.

Perhaps, in the next second, his flesh body would completely collapse.

If Angel could make a face right now, it would certainly be full of bitter helplessness.

It seemed that this time he really couldn’t escape his fate. Amidst the excruciating pain, this thought flashed through Angel’s mind. Yet, what comforted him was that he had some vague memories; he knew that the Lord of the Flameless no longer posed a threat to him, at least when he had desperately tried to “flip the table,” he did indeed succeed in the end.

Although the final outcome was still death, it was better than being killed by the Demon God and having no chance for even his soul to escape.

Moreover, dying due to bloodline fusion in the Wizards’ Realm was almost a common occurrence. His way of dying, it seemed, wasn’t too bad.

As Angel thought this, a mild energy suddenly began to repair his near-collapsed flesh body.

He was startled for a moment; this energy repairing his body was precisely that incredibly vast energy that had poured into him before!

The healing of his hands and viscera had not consumed much energy. The remaining energy that had been calmly residing within him was now activated by the imminent collapse of his body… or rather, because the collapse had begun, prompting this energy to restart and begin self-repair on the collapsing flesh.