Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 1861 Experiment No. 117

"The fifth day of the first ten days of the month of the Spring Festival in the new calendar year 6563 in the Southern Territory."

"Hahahaha! Sure enough, sure enough! I succeeded! Experiment No. 117 was successful!"

A string of words full of self-emotions, combined with the increasingly exaggerated cursive characters, outlined a sense of madness on the parchment.

Angel looked at the typesetting and was silent.All the curiosity and urgency in my heart seemed to be poured with cold water.The crazy cursive characters on it also seemed to turn into a mocking expression.

What about information about hidden rooms?Don't you suspect that there is a hidden room?Why didn't you care all of a sudden?

Also, isn't the previous article still in the month of recovery? Why did it suddenly reach the month of spring festival? Could it be that Tizarro has been immersed in the No. 117 experiment for these two months?
Angel turned the notebook to the back cover, and it was empty without any words.

He read the letter from the beginning to the end again, trying to see if he jumped too fast ahead and missed some important clues... However, he still found nothing.

Tizarlo just threw out a guess on the penultimate page, and then completely ignored it.

Perhaps, it's not that he doesn't care about it, it's just that there are some things that Tizarlo didn't record in the codex.

Angor sighed, threw the manuscript aside, and looked at the two leather scrolls next to him—"Tizallo No. 117 Experimental Record" Volume [-] and Volume [-].

His eyes lit up slightly. Maybe Tizarro recorded the hidden room in these two scrolls?
With this goal in mind, Angel decided to open the scroll and have a look.

After half an hour.

Angel rubbed his swollen temples and raised his head from his desk.His expression was filled with disappointment. There was no record of any hidden rooms in these two scrolls, it was simply an experiment record.

This experiment was not covered by Angel's current knowledge, so he read it very hard. Reading for half an hour took as much energy as reading a book for half a day in the past.

After reading the last word, Angel could feel dizzy in front of his eyes.

After resting for a while, the discomfort gradually eased.

After regaining consciousness, Angel glanced at the two leather rolls on the table again, with a trace of complexity in his eyes.

Experiment No. 117 is a cultivation experiment of mycelium bombs.

Tizarlo was cultivating a mycelium that could parasitize living organisms. This kind of mycelium could mobilize all the blood energy in the living organism, and finally produce a terrifying explosion.This is the so-called mycelium bomb.

When Angel saw the overview of this experiment, he felt very familiar, and thought carefully, isn't this very similar to the blood of the toadstool?
The blood of the toadstool is the so-called "disposable blood", and after activating the blood, there is no doubt that it will die.Those who have been injected with this kind of blood are also known as stand-in puppets, or so-called dead soldiers, who injure the enemy at the cost of self-destruction.

Baluba was injected with this kind of blood.

Angel had some doubts. Could this mycelial bomb of Tizarro be related to the blood of the toadstool?

Angel thought for a moment, then shook his head and pushed aside these tedious thoughts.Whether the hyphae bomb is related to the blood of the toadstool has nothing to do with him.

Compared with Tizarro's experiment, he cared more about his own precipitation and the hidden room he mentioned.

After all, Angel wants to live in the ruins temporarily. If there is a hidden room, he still hopes to find it in case of danger.

Since Tizarlo didn't mention the hidden room, Angel planned to find it himself.

For the next hour or so, Angel began to use his spiritual tentacles to explore the entire ruins.But the final result is still very unsatisfactory.

On the lower three floors of the ruins, there are no organs that can be activated. Under the tentacles of spiritual power, everything is safe and sound.

So, could it be in the corridor on the first floor?

Angel thought for a moment, and then walked out of the study. He planned to go to the corridor on the first floor to check the situation.But to his regret, after repeated inspections, there was nothing strange in the corridor on the first floor.

Angel looked back and thought it was right.

When Tizallo first moved in, he was a second-level true wizard, and he couldn't find the hidden room at his level. How could he find it so easily?
Moreover, there is another key question, does the so-called hidden room exist?This is actually a problem.

Maybe Tizarlo just casually mentioned it in the handbook, and seeing how he didn't care about it, maybe it was just that he was suspicious at the time.

When Angel was thinking this way, he had already reached the entrance of the corridor, which was also the gate of the ruins.

Angel thought for a while, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

Outside the door is the night of the Pamiji Plateau.

The thin snowfield, under the night with stars and moon, reflects a faint light.It looks a little less wild than in the daytime, and a little more gentle that belongs to the night.

Angel walked out of the ruins, and his eyes moved to the withered tree stump at the door.

With a flick of his sleeves, the illusion covering his surroundings disappeared.The withered tree stump recovered into a five-meter-high lush tree at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Since there were no clues in the ruins, Angel decided to ask the tree spirit.

After all, it was the tree spirit who gave him "Tizallo's No. 117 Experimental Record (Volume [-])", so he must know the existence of the second volume, and he must also know Tizarlo's handwriting.

So does the tree spirit know about this hidden room?

With this doubt, Angel stretched out his hand and touched the tree trunk. At the same time, a wave of spiritual power was slowly poured into the tree trunk with the touch of his fingertips.

The big tree didn't respond at first. After about a minute, the leaves began to shake without wind, and each leaf began to emit a bright green light.

These points of light slowly merged together, and finally, turned into a green light and shadow.

In the light and shadow, the image of a tree spirit emerges.

"Master Tree Spirit, good night." When the eyes of the tree spirit began to move in the light and shadow, Angel bowed his head gently to greet him.

After the tree spirit appeared, he stretched and leaned against the tree trunk: "There are still three hours before the morning star rises. It's better to say good morning than good night."

Angel didn't seem to understand what the tree spirit meant, and said kindly, "Good morning."

The tree spirit looked at Angel quietly. The latter looked calm. The tree spirit pondered for a moment, then sighed: "...good morning."

Tree Spirit: "Tell me, what can you do with me?"

"There are indeed some things, but it's not very important." Angel didn't express the doubts in his heart immediately, but inquired about another matter: "Master Tree Spirit seems to be in a good mood?"

Although the tree spirit acted like "I'm busy and you're bothering me so late" as soon as the tree spirit appeared, Angel could see that the tree spirit seemed to have a happy expression on its brows, which was completely different from the situation during the day .

The tree spirit nodded and said, "It's really not bad."

"Is it because of...the tea party?"

The tree spirit didn't hide anything, nodded and said, "It's indeed related to the tea party."

Angel: "Don't Liana plan to open up a dedicated tea party space?"

(End of this chapter)