Warlock Apprentice - Chapter 2057: 2058: Oppression and Crisis

Chapter 2057: Chapter 2058: Oppression and Crisis

Angel only felt like he was on a stormy sea, facing the endlessly overturning and surging violent ocean.

It seemed as if at any moment, he would be overwhelmed by the towering waves and subsequently obliterated.

Though he was aware it was fake, this pressure that could induce illusions of life and death was not something to be underestimated.

Angel had experienced many forms of pressure before, and although this wasn’t the strongest, it was definitely the most grueling for him.

Not only was the intensity of the pressure incredibly high, but more importantly, Angel was currently maintaining his act as “Shava.” He had to endure the baptism of pressure in this state.

Angel didn’t have much understanding of Shava, yet he knew her prowess, capable of killing the True Spirit of an Abyssal Demon God across endless planes, was self-evident. Facing this level of pressure would be child’s play for someone as mighty as Shava, who probably wouldn’t even blink.

He could go to great lengths to play Shava, but he was not truly her.

Facing this terrifying energy pressure, because the target of the pressure wasn’t himself, he might rely on his foundation to get through it; but he certainly couldn’t do it as nonchalantly as Shava.

If his face even slightly paled under the pressure, his masquerade might be for naught.

In many ways, the crisis Angel faced now was no less than when he was an apprentice, confronting Isabella’s pressure in Silent Hill.

Any small mistake would let these Nightmare Realm creatures catch on, with unimaginable consequences.

Angel kept pondering his strategy, but his expression maintained calmness and composure, even showing indifference as he casually observed the reactions of other guests at the banquet… Hmm, no one reacted.

Whether it was the black and white maids or Da Wacia, the emotions scattered around them remained as calm as ever, not paying attention to the overwhelming energy pressure.

Even the floating Madness, facing such a level of pressure, seemed as if they were experiencing a light drizzle, completely insignificant.

Their only reaction was curiosity about what had happened in the dark corridor that made the Fevered Gentleman suddenly use such vast amounts of Origin Energy?

At the entire banquet, the only one preparing for the energy pressure was Angel in the main seat.

This indirectly showed the prowess of the creatures from the Nightmare Realm present, far from being trifling. The only weak one was himself, pretending to be the biggest boss.

Angel suddenly felt a helpless urge to cry without tears, knowing he should have done like Misty Goldlady, shrouding himself in darkness to conceal his condition.

Moreover, Angel believed that if they truly respected Shava’s identity, they wouldn’t investigate whether his expression was one of pain or joy in the darkness.

But thinking about it now was too late, if he suddenly created darkness now, it would only attract attention.

Returning to the present, Angel must quickly figure out a way to solve the problem before he is exposed.

Currently, although he can withstand the tidal waves of energy pressure, with the current rate of increase, it won’t be long before he can’t endure it anymore.

By then, it would be too late for anything.

Angel quickly reviewed all his abilities in his mind, considering countermeasures. Although there are many ways to deal with the current situation, handling the energy pressure as if nothing is happening, or pretending to be unaffected, is difficult to achieve.

The only possibility is to try using the pressure field from his right eye.

Because the ability of the right eye is itself a high-level application of the Power of the Nightmare Realm, and the green Pattern within it originates from Shava. The right eye can create a pressure field, with the green Pattern creating a field with a hint of Law Domain. When in the pressure field, similar energies can be excluded.

So, theoretically, it’s feasible. But Angel can’t be sure if the pressure field created by the green Pattern can withstand such a level of terrifying pressure.

Now there’s no other way but to gamble.

Angel sighed inwardly, and as the energy pressure surged stronger, Angel’s right eye flickered with a glowing green Pattern.

At the moment the eerie mask appeared, Angel distinctly felt the surrounding energy pressure suddenly vanish.

However, from Spiritual Sense, the energy pressure still assaulted wave after wave, visibly suppressing the flames on the candlestick to the point where they were almost invisible.

The energy pressure didn’t disappear, but its influence on Angel was now gone, which meant—

He won the gamble!

Angel let out a slight sigh of relief, yet a new problem emerged.

As Angel activated his right eye, the moment the green Pattern began to flicker, it attracted the attention of other guests at the banquet.

Fortunately, what Angel saw in their eyes wasn’t confusion, but a deeply apprehensive gaze.

Though he didn’t know whether they were apprehensive of the green Pattern or the possible dispersal of bloodline aura when activating the right eye, their gaze offered Angel some room to maneuver.

Under the watchful eyes, Angel continued to act calmly, like a superior Deity, quietly gazing at the distant dark corridor, pondering briefly, with a slight curl of his lips.

Although Angel said nothing, the emotions conveyed clearly showed that what transpired in the dark corridor intrigued him.

Of course, Angel had no idea what was happening in the dark corridor, he merely used it to divert everyone’s attention from him.

Perhaps it was considered impolite to directly stare at Shava, or the dark corridor truly contained some unusual changes, soon everyone withdrew their eyes and continued gazing at the dark corridor.

Angel kept his eyes on the dark corridor, initially to divert attention, but as he stared longer, he inexplicably sensed a familiar feeling from that dark corridor.

This feeling seemed to be…

Images from past memories flashed through Angel’s mind, in all of these memories, the same imagery appeared.

Could it be…?

As Angel pondered, suddenly a beam of white light darted out from the dark corridor, and as it exited the darkness, it rapidly sped into the banquet hall.

The white light transformed as if into an arrow, swiftly flying towards the banquet seat, targeting Angel at the main seat.

By usual habit, Angel would have already begun secretly arranging defensive measures, but when facing this white light, he did nothing, letting it come to him.

Soon, the white light collided directly with Angel in a full embrace.

With this collision, a tender “Wang Wang” bark sounded from the white light.

Angel awkwardly gazed at the white light in his arms.

As the white light gradually dissipated, its true form revealed itself as a… small spotted puppy barely bigger than Toby.

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