Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 1249 Mask
The disappearance of the "devil god's shadow" hanging high above his head was already an astonishing event.

But if it is known that the reason for the disappearance of the demon god's shadow is that someone killed the demon god's true spirit with one blow, then this matter is even more unimaginable.

Moreover, the unbelievable degree of this incident is at a level that cannot be measured by Sanders' strength.It's like the summer insects don't know the winter cold, and the human heart can't understand the divinity.It's a matter of two different levels!

Sanders had guessed before that the man's strength might be very strong, but to be so powerful still made him feel unreal.

But the facts were in front of him, and he had no choice but to believe it.

If we say that killing Aulusia and the clone of the demon god is just a hole in the sky.Then, the fall of the Demon God True Spirit would be a complete change of the sky!
Sanders now understands a little bit. When he was in La Sudran, the birdcage was broken, and the demons forced the humans into an extremely cramped battle circle. Why did Lord Galar let them go when they had an absolute advantage?

Because, the true spirit fell... The sky has changed.

Sanders recalled that after leaving La Sudran, the atmosphere of the abyss did change significantly, and according to all the people who stayed on Sky Island, they always felt that someone was spying on them from time to time. At the time, they thought it was an illusion, but now that they think about it, It is estimated that those great powers are looking for all the traces of the Flameless Lord True Spirit before his fall!
The shock in Sanders' heart lasted for most of the day.

If it wasn't for Angel calling his name, Sanders would probably still be in a daze.

But even if Sanders regained his senses, the shock in his eyes still did not disappear.He looked at Angor, and the words came to his throat several times, but each time he choked back.

He really didn't know how to evaluate it, whether it was the corpse of the demon god, the true spirit of the demon god, or the person from the Nightmare Realm, he couldn't put his beak to it.

In the end, Sanders just sighed deeply: "That's it for today, I need to think about it."

After Sanders finished speaking, without waiting for Angor to respond, he flicked his hand and temporarily closed the gravity garden.Except for Popota, both Sanders himself and Angor appeared in the outside room.

"Go and rest, everything...will be discussed tomorrow."

For Sanders, there are too many shocks today, with one wave after another.

Every wave has a terrifying power enough to submerge the southern region, and the waves pushed by the tide are getting higher and higher!

With his tolerance, he also needs to relax.

Taking advantage of the relaxation period, let's sort out the "heavy" news from Angel tonight.At least, first clarify the follow-up wave of the Demon God, and its impact on the barbaric cave, Frost Moon and even the Southern Territory.

Angel thought for a while, the most important thing has been said, and the two corpses have also been displayed, the remaining thing to say is the projected bloodline and Hangu ruins.

Sanders should have guessed the matter of projecting bloodlines from his physical strength soaring; as for meeting Waddell and what happened later in the Hangu ruins, it is not a big deal. .

Thinking of this, Angel nodded to Sanders, turned and left.

Sanders looked at Angor's back in the distance, and heard the footsteps of leather boots coming from the marble corridor. As the footsteps weakened, he lowered his head and took out a pen and paper to start writing letters.

After Angor left, he returned to his room, but he didn't know that he happened to miss Zislade who came to him to exchange alchemy experience.

Zislade left depressedly, while Angel lay on the bed, gradually falling asleep.

He originally wanted to go to the Wilderness of Dreams, but after returning to the room, he couldn't bring himself to do so.Finally returned to the Southern Territory, and the tense emotions in the abyss were completely relaxed, followed by weakness and fatigue. Whether it was meditation or logging into the Wilderness of Dreams, Angel couldn't care less. Putting on the soft silk quilt, I became dizzy, and soon fell into a dark dreamland.

When Angel woke up, the sky was still dark.

He didn't wake up naturally, but was awakened by some rustling noises outside.

After using a cleaning technique, Angel came out of the room in a clean body. He first went to Sanders' room, but there was a young magic falcon with a golden beak and black feathers squatting at the door of Sanders. When seeing Angel, the Magic Falcon made an "X" with its wings.

Angel knew this little magic falcon, and it was Sanders' alchemy familiar. Its actions obviously refused Angel's entry.

It is estimated that Sanders is not done yet.

Angel nodded to the Magic Falcon, then turned and left.When arriving at the three-way in the corridor, Angel was planning to go back to the room, but there was a rustling sound from the corridor leading to the front hall, which was the sound that woke Angel from his dream earlier .

Angel turned around and glanced, only to see a sudden sound of footsteps from the other side of the corridor.

The footsteps were slow, with a sense of twilight.

As the footsteps got closer, Angel saw a white-haired old woman walking slowly with a basket at the other end of the corridor. Because of the angle, Angel could only Seeing a short distance, the old lady staggered out of Angor's sight soon.But looking at the direction of walking, it seems to be towards the exit.

This old grandma, with wrinkled face, looks very ordinary.

There is no energy reaction on the body, it should be a mortal.

But for some reason, when Angel looked at her, she always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere?But after searching the memory carefully, there was no impression of her at all.

Is it an illusion?
Looking at the direction the old lady was coming from, it seemed that she was walking from the lobby of the antique shop to the exit. Could it be that this old lady is a guest of Zislade?
Angel originally wanted to find out about Zislade, but he felt that it was a bit of a laborious effort, but he was familiar with it, and this person was obviously a mortal, so he should have nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, Angel didn't take this matter to heart, and returned to the room directly.

The first thing to do when you return to your room is naturally to build the "model of the door", followed by meditation. After completing these two daily tasks, it is already past noon.

At this time, there was a long beep from the window, but it was Sanders' alchemy familiar flying over, and brought the news that Sanders let him go.

Seeing Sanders again, Angel was about to say hello when he felt dizzy before his eyes, and he appeared in the Gravity Garden.

"It seems that you had a good rest last night?"

This was the first sentence Angel heard after coming to Gravity Garden.

Sanders' expression was very calm, and it seemed that he was just asking ordinary daily questions.

"It's okay, I haven't rested for a long time. The instructor also looks much more energetic than yesterday." Angel said the truth. Compared with yesterday, Sanders is much calmer today.

However, Sanders felt choked when he heard it. He was in a dazed state last night, racking his brains to think about how to deal with the aftermath. As a result, Angor rested comfortably for the night and instead interrupted. He shoots an arrow.

This kid really... really wants to beat him up.

Sanders resisted the impulse in his heart, did not continue the ink, but went directly to the topic: "Continuing yesterday's topic, what happened after the demon god True Spirit was killed? Where did the power of the True Spirit go? Yes, what happened to the follow-up of 'him'?"

Angel sorted out the words and briefly said the follow-up of the power of the true spirit.

Sanders listened to Angor's narration, and a picture slowly emerged in front of his eyes.

Although Angel did not use any descriptive language to modify it, the plain words alone were enough for people to imagine the magnificent scene at that time.

The true spirit tree is entwined with light and fire.The tree shadows blurred, covering the entire continent. From the void, only the shadows of trees could be seen!What a magnificent and magnificent scene this is!
While Sanders was still thinking about this magnificent picture, Angle paused and began to talk about "he".

"He left, but before he disappeared, he left something for me."

"Projecting blood?"

Angel did not answer with words, but raised his head and looked at Sanders.As a breeze blew by, the golden forehead hair that covered the right eye was gently blown.

What was revealed was a blue right eye.

The color is deep, like a blue lake shining under a clear summer sky.

However, this right eye seems to be slightly different?When Sanders frowned and thought, he saw a strange change in Angel's right eye.

Suddenly, a strange fluid flowed out of Angel's right eye, and the fluid quickly assembled into a mask full of strange patterns.

This mask covered half of Angor's right face.

The mask has a black bottom as a whole, with strange lines. The strangest thing is the position of the right eye, which seems to be squinting from a smile.But the strong color matching and contrast make people not feel a smile, but a dark and weird sense of absurdity.

"The projected bloodline fused with the right eye?" Sanders asked.

Angel nodded. He omitted the painful process of merging the blood, but only explained the result.

"Activate the right eye with magic power, and this mask will appear, but I don't know what special function this mask has yet."

"It should be the innate ability produced by the fusion of bloodlines. The specific effect... It seems that it can affect the mental power at present." Sanders just glanced at it, and the absurd facial lines caused his mental power to fluctuate slightly.

"In addition, if you use the power of nightmare to activate the right eye, another form will be produced." Angle paused: "But another form needs to consume a lot of the breath of the nightmare world. My current reserves , I guess it won't last long."

While talking, Angel retracted the mask of the right eye, and at the same time, started to activate the right eye with the power of nightmare.

Sanders was still waiting for Angor's action, but suddenly, he noticed a cunning flash in Angor's eyes?
(End of this chapter)