Chapter 1085: Section 1086 Glazed Paradise
Samantha never turned back. The demon that had sneak-attacked her from behind found its assault had missed the mark, not only that, its claw-wielding arm had been caught in a glass world.
This world, distorted by light rays, was slowly dragging it in…
Until the demon was completely pulled into the world of glass, Samantha never once looked back.
“You don’t seem surprised at all?” Samantha raised an eyebrow, “I remember you were the one who reminded me of this concept.”
Sanders looked at the still faintly distorted light behind Samantha and spoke with a tone laced with mockery, “The original concept was to fold all light and reshape the changing tides of Glazed Paradise, not what we see now…”
——”Shattered Glass Space.”
Samantha’s smile paused, her expression turning gloomy.
But Sanders paid no mind to Samantha’s mood, “However, Lord Rhein can rest assured seeing this. His daughter can stand on her own, and he won’t have any more concerns.”
Samantha had two taboos. One was her extreme aversion to hearing ‘shattered glass’, and the second was her dislike of others discussing her relationship with Rhein Mute.
It was clear that Sanders was deliberately provoking her, his tone serious as he spoke, his gaze seemingly indifferent, but Samantha always felt a provocative intent from him.
Samantha took several deep breaths, forcefully suppressing the violence within her heart as now was neither the time for internal strife nor for quarreling.
“I hope that one day, you can see for yourself whether this is Shattered Glass Space or Glazed Paradise.” Having said this, she snorted coldly, turned her head to focus on the demons that were eyeing her intensely. The displeasure she felt from Sanders was exasperated, but fortunately, there were these punching bags to vent her anger on.
As Samantha confronted the demons, the glass world became like a butcher sharpening his knife, swiftly grabbing hold of demons weaker than her and pulling them into the glass world for execution. In no time, flesh and blood were flying, with demon limbs falling from the sky.
A sigh of contemplation flickered in Sanders’ eyes, although he had called it Shattered Glass Space, deep down, he was still quite moved.
“What can I say? She truly is Rhein’s daughter.” Sanders thought, her strength and talent were both top-notch. This Glazed Paradise that he had once envisioned as merely a concept, he had not expected Samantha to actually bring it into reality, and by doing so, she had stepped onto the path of True Knowledge.
It was also no wonder why Lord Monty, despite knowing Samantha’s background, couldn’t help but pull her into the Frostmoon Alliance.
Sanders was not a man to withhold praise. His attitude towards Samantha was in fact for reasons. One was emotional; he didn’t want to give Samantha the wrong impression. Secondly, although Samantha had done well, the framework of her creation still bore the shadow of Sanders, which was actually detrimental to her future path. Sanders’ indifferent attitude was also a hope that Samantha would come to this Enlightenment.
Following his musings, Sanders couldn’t help but think of Angel.
Equally gifted, Angel’s thinking was truly unfettered, not confined to the path laid by the Illusion Series, walking his own way, making choices with bravery and strategy.
It was normal for such a person to be marked by the Thief of Time.
The only downside was…
Sanders sighed softly. It was that he was too prone to stirring up trouble. Stirring things up was not bad in itself, but without strength as a backing, that was a problem.
“After we return this time, I hope Angel will settle down. It would be best if he ceased his troublemaking and focused on enhancing his strength before anything else,” Sanders mused.
While he was contemplative, Sanders didn’t stop his assault.
In front of him were several demons, with a few lesser demons guarding a Long Bone Demon.
Sanders strolled through the air, casually swaying to dodge attacks. It wasn’t just that the attacks couldn’t touch him, they couldn’t even get close. His black cloak with gold patterns rustled fiercely, as if mocking those who were overestimating themselves.
At that moment, the far stronger Long Bone Demon made its move. Facing a formidable opponent, Sanders was quick to react. He casually flicked several energy orbs with properties of Nightmare Illusion, hitting the small demons eager to launch a sneak attack. As they plunged into the maddening Illusionary Realm, Sanders turned his gaze to the Long Bone Demon.
The appearance of the Long Bone Demon was actually quite similar to the Sheep Demon, with twisted horns, a fierce visage, and the legs of a ram; it was called “Long Bone” because it indeed had a long exoskeleton, protruding from its chest.
This exoskeleton was its most potent weapon, capable of stretching and extending at will, and was exceedingly flexible, allowing it to coil at whim. The sharpness of the exoskeleton was under its control, making it not just an external bone but also a powerful weapon combining defense and offense.
At that moment, the Long Bone Demon had extended the exoskeleton from its chest more than thirty meters long, coiling it into hoops like a whip, placing itself in the center. The barbs on the exoskeleton were spinning wildly, and if it got close to an opponent, even without personally attacking, these barbs could flay the opponent to the bone.
The hoops could defend itself and also strike at enemies, making it the Long Bone Demon’s preferred mode of using its exoskeleton.
Confronted with such a unified offense and defense, and with such a vast impact range, Sanders also stepped back a few paces. This made the Long Bone Demon somewhat triumphant, but after stepping back, Sanders did just one thing.
He took off the elegant noble white glove from his right hand.
Then Sanders suddenly raised his head, and his right hand transformed into a huge curved hook, resembling a scythe.
The wind blew, and the sickle’s blade began to quiver wildly, trembling at a speed invisible to the naked eye, forming an illusion akin to a crescent moon.
Sanders, usually indifferent and ascetic, now exhibited a change in expression, a devilish, wild smile curling upon his lips as his figure vanished from the long-boned demon’s field of vision in an instant.
By the time the long-boned demon reacted, Sanders had already dashed behind it and tread on a small demon bewitched by an illusion as if it were a stepping stone. His black boot stomped fiercely on the dazed head of the small demon, catapulting him at an even faster speed towards the larger foe.
“Could it be that it isn’t afraid of the external spines?” the long-boned demon wondered in surprise, only to see Sanders’s right hand, which wielded the rapidly vibrating sickle, lightly flick, shaking open its exterior skeleton with an extremely terrifying force.
“How could this be?” the long-boned demon looked at the transformed right-hand sickle with astonishment and confusion flashing in its eyes.
But its confusion didn’t last long, as Sanders had already rushed to its side.
The long-boned demon hastily retracted its external skeleton to defend itself, but having extended the spines too far earlier, now it was a step too slow to retract them for protection.
With a flash of movement from Sanders, the huge sickle swept across its neck.
The external skeleton dropped.
Sanders reappeared several meters away, his back to the long-boned demon. The sickle in his right hand disappeared, reverting back to a palm. Sanders leisurely retrieved a white glove from his chest pocket and put it back on.
The moment he put on the glove, not far behind him, the long-boned demon muttered something in the demon language,
“This is… the scythe arm of the Phantom Mantis…”
The next second, its head separated from its neck, blood spurted, and its broken body fell from the sky.
Having dealt with the long-boned demon, Sanders intended to check if any other Wizards needed help, but when he looked back, he found that the demons near the iceberg had almost been cleared out.
Samantha’s Glazed Paradise truly was a formidable weapon; all demons, even some of intermediate rank, could not escape the fate of execution.
Not needing to help, Sanders was rather happy to relax. As long as he defended the direction he was assigned, it was fine to let Samantha handle the rest.
Taking advantage of this brief respite, Sanders took out an essence of blood to see if he could now contact Angel.
As soon as he produced the essence of blood, before he was ready to speak, a fluctuation was transmitted from within it.
“Mentor, I see an iceberg in the sky; that’s Frostmoon’s flight vehicle, isn’t it? Are you up there?” Angel’s voice reached Sanders’s ears.
Sanders gave an affirmative reply, but just like before, Angel seemed completely unable to hear him, carrying on muttering to himself.
However, it wasn’t hard to deduce from Angel’s words that he was currently on the ground and not in the sky. Moreover, being able to see the iceberg meant he wasn’t on the north side of Lassudral, where a mountain and the Void Tower would definitely block the view of the iceberg.
That meant—
Musing to himself, Sanders looked down at the shattered earth below, a frivolous frown on his brows, “It seems he’s somewhere down there?”
Knowing that Angel was probably not too far away, Sanders considered, should he now convey his information? There were many ways for Sanders to transmit his location to Angel, such as releasing the Nightmare Realm or casting a wide-ranging illusion technique, all sufficient to let Angel on the ground detect his position.
But what then?
With his current strength, if Angel were to fly from the ground to the iceberg in the sky, he would likely be killed by the various demons en route.
Moreover, Sanders had another concern: the supremely strong individual at Angel’s side. From what Kanter had previously spied, that was definitely not a human.
What the supreme entity’s attitude was, what their involvement with Angel was—if Sanders could not determine this, the entity might bring a disaster upon those atop the iceberg.
After some thought, Sanders decided to wait until the real melee began, and then he would try to find Angel in the city below.
As for now, the crisis above in the sky was too great, and judging from Angel’s reply earlier, his situation might be much safer than here.
Having made his decision, Sanders prepared to return to the iceberg to await further instructions.
However, just as Sanders turned around, a faint trail of smoke drifted over from not far away. Accompanied by the unexpected smoke, a shadow slowly walked out from within it.
With the appearance of the shadow, the smoke slowly dissipated, eventually vanishing without a trace.