Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 2161
Chuxin City, the second floor of the library.

Angel sat by the window, letting the bright sunlight shine on his body.He was holding a thick-shell book titled "Architecture and Art" in his hand, slowly flipping through the pages.

After watching about a third of the time, the little gray-haired old man sitting opposite Angel let out a regretful sound of "Oh".

Angel looked up, and the first thing he saw was a wisp of dust flying slowly, followed by Nis with a helpless expression of bitterness.

"I chose the wrong activation path at the third wandering No.40 eight nodes." Nice sighed, and swept the gravel and dust on the table into the trash basket under the table.

——These gravels and dust came from the stone slab engraved with a representative symbol of Quest's world.Because the cracking fails, the stone slab will be shattered.

At this time, the trash basket was already filled with a basket full of gravel.

Nice took from the side a handbook that recorded the data information, which recorded the way of each cracking failure, so as to avoid recurrence next time.Ten pages of the notebook have been used, and each page is full of records, which shows how many times he has failed in the past few days.

After Nisi recorded the failure experience again, he looked up at the opposite side, rubbed his hands, and said with a shy face: "Angel, look... No, it failed again."

Nisi didn't mention any demands in his words, but his eyes and expression were filled with strong expectations.

Angel was silent for a moment, put down the thick-shell book edited by Jon, and said slowly: "This is already the fourth time you have failed today, and if you add up the number of failures in the previous few days, it must have exceeded twenty. Time. Are you planning to fail every node?"

Nice denied with a sad face: "No, I have carefully calculated the correct node. For those node paths that are difficult to determine, I will only start to activate when I compress the fault tolerance to the lowest choice. If it is true that every node I have failed, and I have failed more than 400 times.”

Nice has only failed about [-] times in the past five days, and he personally thinks that the number is already very good.

But he is not good at boasting, especially in front of Angel. ——In the past few days, Angel has almost lived in the underground altar, going in and out of the Wilderness of Dreams from time to time, and sending him a complete stone slab every once in a while.If this job were changed to Nice, he would probably find it annoying, so he didn't dare to lose his temper at all, for fear that Angel would get annoyed and quit.

Angor looked at Nisi's miserable expression, fell silent for a moment, and returned to reality resignedly, and used the dream conch to pull another slate with symbols into the wilderness of dreams.After all, he had promised Niss before, and he himself hoped that Niss could find the coordinates of Quest's world through the constant power in the symbol.

By the time Angel returned to the Wilderness of Dreams, Niss had already started researching the new slate.

Angel tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and then Nis raised his head in doubt.

"Don't be too busy doing research, I have something to say." Angel said.

Although Niss was concerned about the cracking plan, he did not dare to ignore Angel's initiative at this time.Hastily put down the slate, motioned for Angel to speak directly.

"I'm about to leave the Enlightenment Continent."

Nice let out a 'huh': "Are you planning to go back to the barbaric cave?"

Angel shook his head: "No, I'm going to the Old Earth to deal with...some things that I couldn't do before."

What could not be done before, can be done now?Nice muttered secretly in his heart, and did not ask what was the matter, but asked, "And then?"

"So I can't stay in the underground altar anymore. If I want to continue pulling the slate for you, I have to pry off the slate floor on the altar." Angel: "I want to know, will there be any harm?" influences?"

Niss pondered: "You have only brought in the slate these days, and the symbols have not been damaged. It can be seen that if you pry the symbols on the slate, it should have no effect."

After getting the answer, Angel nodded, motioning for Nice to continue researching, and he returned to reality.

After Angel left, Niss was about to pick up the slate to continue his research, but he heard footsteps outside the normally deserted construction hall.

A person came in.

Nice's eyes lit up when he saw the person who came, and it was a beautiful lady.

According to Nice's previous nature, he must have stepped forward to strike up a conversation, but now he pays more attention to the research of the slate, so he just glanced at it, then lowered his head and prepared to continue the research.

But at this moment, the lady walked towards him.

"Mr., I just saw a young man sitting opposite you through the open window at the bottom of the library." The lady asked politely, "I don't know where he is now?"

On the other side, after Angel returned to reality, he was still near the underground altar.

But he is not alone here, there are also Frode and... Turas.

Turas sat in the center of the altar, devouring the thick dead air around him, while Frode stared outside the altar, staring at Turas in a daze, with an expression of disbelief.

"How is it?" Angel fell to Frode's side.

Frode hasn't recovered yet, but subconsciously said: "My lord, what did you say?"

"I mean, what's the progress of Ada, Shanny, and Turas?" Angel asked.

It took Frode a long time to wake up, and he replied with some embarrassment: "Ada and Shanny have begun to understand soul tricks, but this is the first time they have come into contact with this specific ability practice, and it may take a while. , to start formal practice. As for Turas..."

Frode glanced at Turas on the altar: "My lord has also seen his situation. He has absorbed the dead energy here for three days, and he has not yet reached his upper limit. This is simply beyond the ordinary dead spirit. category!"

Angel was very calm: "After all, Turas used to be an undead that existed for thousands of years, and it was an extremely special undead. Its dead energy has a high upper limit, which is normal."

Frode also knew some things about Turas, but as a Necromancer, he was too aware of the upper limit of the capacity of the soul, and Turas didn't seem like a Necromancer at the same level as them.It was precisely because of the comparison that Floyd was so surprised.

Frode: "Half a day ago, Turas woke up once. According to his self-reported situation, today should be able to make him reach the peak of death. However, it may be because of his optimistic personality. He is the same as Yada. His tolerance for death aura is extremely high, and he didn't show the slightest emotional change, even if he really reached the peak of death aura, I don't think there will be any signs of degeneration."

"However, if my lord wants him to practice soul tricks, even if his dead energy has reached its peak, it's better to wait for him to get familiar with it for a month or two before starting..."

Angel brought Turas to reality, so he was naturally planning to let Turas also practice soul tricks.

However, since Frode gave such a suggestion, Angel would also listen to it.Early practice and late practice have no effect on Turas.

"That's just right. Turas will follow me during this time, and he can also be the messenger between me and Nice, lest I always go in and out just to pull a slate."

After Angel made his decision, he waited for Turas to wake up.

Frode watched the billowing death energy being swallowed by Turas. After a while of silence, he said: "I think it's a bit too condescending for Turas to practice ordinary soul tricks. My lord, you might as well think about it. If there is a special Allowing him to absorb the undead may further improve his ability... Turas is more suitable for absorbing special undead than me."

If it was Ada and Shanny, Frode would never suggest that, because he didn't think the two little guys had the ability to absorb special undead.But Turas is different. He used to be a special undead with experience in using special abilities, and with his optimistic personality, even in the closed space of Silver Palm Island, it took a long time before he fell; Let him absorb the special undead, maybe he can digest it without even degenerating.

Turas is definitely for better soul tricks.

Facing Frode's suggestion, Angel pondered for a moment: "Special undead are hard to find...but I will consider it."

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Turas's swallowing began to gradually weaken, slowly reaching the upper limit of capacity.

Before, Frode felt that the death energy in the cave, which could not be digested for decades, was obviously much weaker now.It can be seen how crazy Turas is absorbing death energy this time.

After Turas stopped absorbing the dead energy, he opened his eyes.

Just as Frode guessed, even if Turas let the dead energy in his body reach its peak, he didn't show any negative emotions, and he still looked silly and sweet.He even looked at the changes on his body, looked at Frode with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why do you have such an expression, is there anything wrong with me?"

Frode shook his head: "No problem, I just didn't expect that you can absorb death energy so much."

Turas raised his head, and under the horned helmet, the handsome face that didn't match his muscles showed a triumphant expression: "That's natural, I'm the man with the red beard who killed the legendary pirate!"

Angel said silently: "Redbeard was only five or six years old when you dominated the sea in the extreme east. It is impossible for you to fight."

Turas didn't believe it at all, and still proudly said: "Don't lie to me, it is clearly recorded in "The Sound of the Tide in the Night"..."

Angel let out a long breath. He didn't want to say "it's a novel written by a later author". He had said it many times, and Turas wouldn't believe it.

Turas just felt that the legendary pirate Redbeard was so powerful, and if he killed him in the novel, he would be even more powerful.

Frode also knew Turas' character, so he rubbed his temples helplessly, and didn't argue with Turas.It was hard for him to imagine that the famous "King of Violence" in history would be Turas, and the "King of Silly White" was almost the same.

Neither Angor nor Frode competed with Turas, and Turas was naturally more proud. When they walked down from the altar, they both walked out of the pace of renunciation.

"My lord, I can no longer absorb death energy. Can I practice the soul trick you mentioned?" Turas blinked and looked at Angel.

Angel: "Familiar with me for another month or two."

"Is it still a month or two?" Turas didn't care about the time, nodded: "Then I'll go back to Chuxin City first, I'm a security officer, I'm absent for a few days, I don't know what's going on in the city? "

Frode said silently: "It's actually more stable when you're not here."

Turas snorted, not believing it at all.

Angel took out the Church of the Dead and gave Turas shelter.But before Turas entered the Church of the Dead, he also gave him the task.

"Let me stay in the library all the time?" Turas said with a sad face, "Can I not."

"No." Angel: "Remember that as soon as the slate of Nice is broken, you will return to reality and tell me."

Although Turas didn't want to stay in the library all the time, this was a rare task given by Angel after all, and he could only accept it with a sullen head.

After Turas returned to the Church of the Dead, Angel told Frod about his plan to go to the Old Land.

Frod nodded. He knew that Angel was going to the Old Land, but he didn't know what to do. He presumably dealt with family affairs, so Frod didn't ask too much.

After Angor put the Church of the Dead into the bracelet, he took out a revolver from the bracelet - Prelude to Reincarnation, and handed it to Frode.

"You take this first, there is still a complete white light bullet in it. If one white light bullet is not enough, I will find a way to go to the sea of ​​ghosts to replenish ammunition later."

Frode did not refuse, Ada and Shanny will practice soul tricks later, Ada should not be used, but Shanny is likely to fall in the dead air, and the reincarnation prelude at least gives a chance to recover.

After finishing all this, Angel came to the altar, cut open the stone slab with the symbols carved on it, and prepared to carry it with him.

The moment Angel picked up the slate, there was a sudden "click" sound in his ear.

Looking down, the original complete altar has a few deep cracks.

Frode also saw the crack, he thought for a moment and said: "The construction materials of the altar are all ordinary stones, which were protected by this symbol before, and were not corroded by the dead air. But now the adults have taken the symbol away, without the protection, naturally There was a crack...but, why is the crack so fast?"

Frode didn't think much about it either. He thought it might be because Mrs. Sila stayed here all year round, and her power corroded the altar, so signs of cracks appeared so early.

Angel inspected the cracked altar, made sure that there was nothing missing or dangerous, and didn't care. He took the stone slab and left the cave directly with Frode.

……

The location where Turas returned to Chuxin City was the lobby of the library.He met Angel here before, so it was here when he came in.

"My lord said that the Wizard of Nice is in the building hall on the second floor. The building... tsk tsk, even the building has a special library." Turas said so, but he still resigned to his fate and walked towards the second floor.

When he walked to the novel hall, he paused and hugged a few novels from inside.For some time to come, he will follow Wizard of Nice and find some novels to relieve his boredom.

Holding a stack of novels, Turas came to the Architecture Museum.

As soon as he stepped into the building hall, he saw the Niss wizard sitting by the window sill, and a... lady figure with his back turned to him.

How does it look familiar.Turas muttered secretly, and stepped forward.

As soon as Turas approached, the lady turned around. When the other party saw Turas, his expression froze for a moment, and some inexplicable emotions welled up in his eyes, but they were quickly restrained.

Turas waved his hand happily: "It's Little Haila~ Why are you here~"

"My name is Mandhila, I don't have a surname. Don't change my name at will." Mandhila said in a deep voice.

"Okay, little Hela."

Mandehera rolled his eyes and didn't say a word, acquiescing to Turas' title.

"You haven't answered me yet, what's the matter with you coming here?"

"Her name is Mandhila?" Niss on the side said, "She came here to find Angor, and she didn't say anything when she was asked."

"Are you looking for Mr. Pat? Mr. Pat is not here, how about I go back and ask for you?" Turas asked kindly.

Mandahira was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "No need, I have nothing to look for him."

After saying that, Mandahira walked outside.

Turas muttered: "Why do you have something to do for a while and nothing for a while. Forget it, don't think about it."

Turas sat opposite the Wizard of Nice with the novel in his hand.

Halfway through the walk, Mandehera turned to look at Turas in doubt, usually he wanted to follow her, why didn't he move again today?

"Why don't you leave?" Mandahira asked seemingly unintentionally.

Turas: "I have accepted the task of the adults, and I will stay here."

Mandhera moved his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, let out a breath, turned around and left the building quickly.

Turas was at a loss, while Nice picked up the cold tea on the table and took a sip with a smile.

(End of this chapter)