Chapter 480 Should I give it back or not?
Azazeal wanted to say more, but before he could, he sensed the faint figure behind him vanish into thin air. He glanced back to stare at the empty space, only then did he sense that another person was approaching this place.
"Oh... now I see how you will make it through."
He locked eyes with the blue pupils of the old man who had just appeared on the scene. In an instant, Hubert's eyes chilled as he surveyed the multitude of monsters and the blood that stained the land crimson.
Hubert moved so quickly that his figure blurred as he effortlessly dodged every monster obstructing his way. In that very second, he released his spiritual energy to send the monsters crowding the blood soaked land in various directions. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in Kyle's condition... the human's entire body bore brutal wounds, and the old man could even make out a few bones exposed where the flesh had been devoured by the monsters.
"No... how could this happen!?"
He screamed and channeled his spiritual energy to envelop Kyle's body entirely.
"I just told you to go and meditate under the pressure! So why didn't you flee when you encountered the monsters!?"
Hubert's eyes widened when his spiritual energy was repelled by the human's body. But before he could utter another word, he noticed patches of shimmering ice forming on Kyle's skin... and no one could describe his shock when he saw how the ice began to heal the human's wounds before his eyes at a speed comparable to a supreme-level treasure. No! Maybe nothing could match that speed as new flesh started to emerge on Kyle's exposed bones, who had passed out after enduring intense pain.
He calmed his heart and lifted Kyle's body before swiftly moving him away from the area as he observed more and more monsters crowding the space.
"What in the world is happening!? I went to check the village because of the monsters' unusual behavior, but why are so many gathering in this place!?"
Hubert's eyes caught sight of Aze as he passed by the man's side, and he noticed with a sharp intake of breath that not a single monster dared to approach Aze.
'He is stronger than me!'
He felt angry and wanted to grab the man's collar to question what he was doing just watching while Kyle was going through such a tragedy, but he knew that getting Kyle to a safe place was the most important thing right now.
Kyle needed treatment, even though the strange ice had begun to heal the human's body, it couldn't heal the emotional scars that this incident would leave on the human's heart!
Azazeal watched as the old man left from the corners of his eyes before he moved towards the blood-covered land.
The monsters surrounding him quickly backed away to make way for him. He took one step, then another, before pausing beside an ordinary notebook soaked in blood. The book cover was damaged, and the pages were scattered on the ground. The writing on them had almost become unreadable.
Azazeal looked down, and in that very moment, the scattered pages began to float, and the blood on them started to drift away. The notebook then started to revert back to its original state, completely free of any blood. Finally, it gently landed on Azazeal's palm.
He opened it in his hand and read the content but didn't understand much because everything was written in riddles. However, while flipping through the pages, his eyes caught a few words written in a corner with a glaring circle around them to show their importance. Azazeal raised an eyebrow at the human audacity as he ran his thumb over the circled text.
(The five shadow generals, you need to kill them, including the man named Azazeal, even if you forget everything.)
Azazeal slammed the notebook shut in his hand as he stared in the distance where Hubert had disappeared.
"Should I give it back or not?"
He had spent a lot of time on this land. But the journey had been fruitful because he had finally obtained another celestial spirit after spending many years in seclusion due to the lack of any leads guiding him towards the last of them.
Out of nowhere, a thought popped into his head, and he rubbed his chin, pondering it before he began walking towards the same place where Hubert had disappeared.
"I suppose using him a bit more isn't such a bad idea. After all, isn't helping each other what friends are for, right?"
His figure disappeared as he advanced another step before he reappeared outside the house of the old couple who had cared for Kyle previously. The scene was chaotic, with Hazel urgently instructing her husband to fetch water and a few other items that Hubert had requested upon his arrival with Kyle's bloodied body. The old man refused to tell the couple what had occurred and just began treating Kyle.
Azazeal landed before Hazel, who freaked out and let out a sharp gasp after seeing his figure descend from the sky.
The old woman's eyes were wide with shock as she pointed her finger at the familiar man, wanting to know how the heck he could float when the air lacked mana and divine energy! But Azazeal ignored her, and before she could stop him, his figure blurred and he entered the house.
After a few seconds, he paused in the doorway of the room where Kyle was present because Hubert noticed him. The old man glared at him with seething eyes, and started shouting.
"Leave immediately! I don't care how powerful you are, but if you dare to take a single step into this room, I will fight you to the end! I am completely certain that you played a part in Kyle's current condition!"
Azazeal gazed at the man before his eyes shifted towards the human lying on the bed in the center of the room.
He could sense that Kyle was beginning to regain consciousness, likely due to the old man placing damp cloths on his forehead, where a deep scar was visible.
Hubert grabbed a nearby chair. He was ready to throw it at Aze and get into a fight with the man to make him leave the No Mana Land when he also noticed a slight movement in Kyle's body and swiftly turned his gaze back to the silver-haired man.
Kyle's head was pounding as he slowly fluttered his eyes open, tinged with red, to stare at a ceiling that looked too blurry. The icy layer that he could vividly feel all around his body made him conscious of the fact that his bloodline was healing his injuries at a speed that he had never noticed before.
However, he never imagined that the first person he would see after barely opening his eyes would be the exact man who just moments ago watched him being eaten by monsters but did nothing at all.