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Chapter 213 The Magician of the Sky (please subscribe, collect and ask monthly pass)

He Ao didn't know what happened in the central control room after he left. At this moment, he was climbing up the deep and dark stairs, with the grave guard puppet following behind him.

He has been walking for a long time, and he even stopped to roast meat twice in the middle. At this moment, his dantian has recovered to two wisps of qi.

In this pitch-black environment, time seemed to have stood still.

This ladder does not rise vertically, but spirals up a little bit.

He Ao felt that he had walked nearly ten kilometers in the vertical direction, but he hadn't reached the top yet.

There is an elevator next to the spiral staircase, but the elevator seems to be stuck in some kind of malfunction and cannot be turned on. He Ao can only walk up the stairs.

If it wasn't every certain distance, He Ao would have to make a mark, and up to now he has never encountered the mark he made, He Ao even thought that he had fallen into some kind of ladder that would loop endlessly.

The ladder doesn't loop, it's just too long.

Because the environment was completely unfamiliar, He Ao didn't walk fast, and even stopped often to check if there was any danger around him.

Finally, when the countdown in his hand reached the last three hours, He Ao reached the end of the ladder.

There is still a metal door here, but it is no longer silver, but black.

There is still a dark display in front of this door, He Ao lights up this display, the data of this display seems to be interoperable with the data of the display at the entrance, and the authentication mode has been changed to authorized authentication.

When He Ao was operating the monitor, a vague perception rose in his mind, somewhere in front of him was a safe area where he could return safely.

Sure enough, the tower was not within the safe area.

He Ao pressed his hand on the monitor to verify his identity.

The pitch-black metal door opened slowly, but only opened a gap. He Ao controlled the grave guard puppet to rush out, and then quickly closed the metal door.

He then focused his primary awareness on the Gravekeeper puppet.

There are still long stairs behind the metal door, but these stairs are no longer spiral, but vertical upward.

He Ao manipulated the grave guard puppet to raise his head. Not far away, it seemed to be the position of the exit, and some light could be vaguely seen.

The puppet of the gravekeeper climbed up the towering steps step by step, walking from the dark corridor to the shining place step by step.

He Ao has not seen the sun for too long, since he entered the tower, most of the time he can only rely on his own eyesight to grope in the dark, in a place that is completely dark and without any luminous objects, he has to use a flashlight to illuminate .

He was a little uncomfortable with the radiance.

He manipulated the puppet of the grave guard to stay for a moment in front of the last step illuminated by light, and then slowly stepped up.

The stairs illuminated by the sun were very short, and soon the puppet of the gravekeeper came to the end.

Then the grave guard puppet stopped in place.

The metal door opened slowly, He Ao walked out from behind the door,
The golden sunlight spread on the stairs sprinkled little by little on his legs, on his chest, and on his blood-stained cheeks.

At the end of the stairs is a platform about three meters square. He Ao stands on this platform and looks up.

The endless sea of ​​clouds lay at his feet, and the dim stars hung behind his shoulders.

Three golden suns rise from the edge of the sky, covering the endless sea of ​​clouds with brilliant golden color,

He Ao did not calculate wrongly, he really walked ten kilometers in the vertical direction, and he has come to the sky above the sea of ​​clouds, the edge of the troposphere.

The big octopus guarding outside did not find this passage.

The air here is already very thin, and after only a while, He Ao felt the obvious lack of oxygen.

For the ascending steps in the tower, although the air will gradually become thinner during the ascent process, the oxygen is much richer than the outside, and there is still a certain pressure difference between the two.

In addition to lack of oxygen, He Ao also felt obvious tinnitus, which means that the air pressure in his body is higher than that outside his body, and his body is 'leaking air'.

He Ao squatted down and looked at his feet. There were some traces of rolling down on the platform, which was similar to the figure of the grave guard.

The gravekeeper must have controlled some kind of powerful flying beast, brought him up to such a high altitude, and then threw him on this platform.

But at this moment, the gravekeeper was dead, and the flying beast he controlled was out of control.

He Ao sensed it with the crystal ball, and the flying beast was not around.

But He Ao didn't panic either.

He packed everything on his body, wrapped it in a cloth bag and carried it on his back, and then took out a thing that was crumpled into a vertical stick from a cloth bag, and he unfolded it, revealing a beautiful black top hat.

This is the extraordinary item he brought from the Western City, the 'magician's hat'.

This thing was originally contained in a mithril box, but He Ao found it troublesome when he entered the ruins, so he crumpled it up and wrapped it in a cloth bag.

A touch of twisted madness spread out from the hat.

The mithril box is mainly to block its pollution and prevent accidental injury to ordinary people. He Ao himself is not afraid of these pollutions, so he doesn't need the mithril box at all in the ruins where one person walks alone.

He Ao unfolded the hat, took out a piece of flesh and blood that he had stripped from the D-rank beast dragonfly from the cloth bag, and threw it into it.

This flesh and blood fell into the hat, like a sheep falling into a pack of wolves, and was quickly devoured.

In theory, this hat needs to be fed with flesh and blood every day, provided that you use it, and you can starve it if you don't use it.

This was the first time He Ao used this hat, and as the powerful piece of flesh fell into the hat, the black and exquisite top hat trembled, and then a beautiful white dove flew out of the hat.

Immediately afterwards, countless white pigeons flew out of the hat like a surging spring, and in an instant, they gathered in the sky to form a cloud formed by pigeons.

He Ao put the magician's top hat on his head, and slowly raised his hand.

Those pure white pigeons rushed over and danced around him.

He Ao walked to the edge of the platform, looking at the sea of ​​clouds covered with golden brilliance, and the fiery sun on the sea of ​​clouds.

He took out his miracle wand and bowed slightly.

At this moment, he seemed to be a magician standing on the stage.

The three suns in the sky are his audience, and this vast sea of ​​clouds is his stage.

He smiled, turned around slowly, and turned his back to the sea of ​​clouds and the [-]-meter-high sky.

He opened his hands, like a bird, and fell backwards.

The moment he fell down, he saw the upper part of the tower. Although he had already stood on the [-]-meter-high platform, he had not reached the top of the tower. Inserted into the sky, the tower on the top cannot be seen.

A cold cloud brushed his cheeks, and he was falling.

Endless white pigeons flew over, holding his body up, like a bird flying high, drawing a long track in the sea of ​​clouds.

Nothing can stop a magician who has mastered miracles.

At this moment, He Ao felt that his mastery of the 'magician' talent sequence was one step closer.

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