Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 289 The Voice of Death
The stars guide the direction and take the tired people far away.Accompanied by the star in the wilderness, the airship spewed thick black smoke all the way into the abyss of the canyon.

The howling and crying of Huibendon when he parted from Anada seemed to have exhausted his whole life's strength.The young soul trapped in the child's body turned into exhaustion at this moment, and the corners of his eyes were still wet, and he fell asleep again.

Angor leaned against the door with his arms folded, his eyes like blue lake water with a trace of melancholy.Touching the scene and feeling sad is probably what is on his mind at this moment.

Suddenly there was the sound of pattering footsteps at the end of the corridor, and then stopped not far from Angor.

"After I go back, I will hurry up to study the magic array enchantment of Prelude to Demise." Angle paused: "In general, there are not many problems after solving a few difficulties. When you go back, you Remember to tell Master Prome."

"I see." The person came with a long sigh: "However, listening to your tone, it makes people very jealous. The magic circle is not as easy to remember as other magic lines. But you answered so easily... Sigh , this is talent, I can't envy you."

After a pause, the person reached out and put his hand on Angel's shoulder.

"Angel, I believe that with your talent, you will definitely become the greatest alchemist."

Angel has always remembered this moment. The background is the deserted corridor, the endless stars outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a pair of eyes full of hope and emotion.

"You too." Angel quietly looked at the eyes reflecting the starry sky, and after a long time smiled slightly and said: "David, I will encourage you."

"mutual encouragement."

Maybe it's because the night is too alluring, or maybe it's because the starry sky makes people intoxicated.Two teenagers, one leaning against the door rail, the other squatting in the corner, looking at the unchanging eternal sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, chatted about a topic that would be difficult to bring up when they became adults—dreams.

Angel said that the dream is far away, and David said that the dream grows.However, distance and growth are just synonymous.

Like, what Angel refers to is far away, very far away, far beyond the imagination of wizards, beyond time, beyond space, and even beyond dimensions.Or maybe, the distance is just a concept in Angel's mouth.

The two teenagers were telling the truth, but due to various reasons, they each kept a point.This point is not selfishness, but a vision, hoping for a better vision.

Perhaps the beautiful future described was so attractive that neither of them noticed, they were separated by a wall.Huibden didn't know when he got up from the bed, and squatted in the corner, his eyes were shining brightly, and his longing for the wizard's strange, beautiful and magical world was shining.

"Angel, that Whitbyton..." David wanted to say some rubbish, but the atmosphere was just right, and he swallowed the words again, "He is really noisy, when he got on the airship just now , if it wasn't for that little girl who has been persuading you, he might even dare to beat you."

"I think he might hate you. Is it really okay for you to take him to see Steward Good?"

Angel: "Hate me? Why? Just because you didn't bring Anada with you?"

"This is the reason. You know, children's love and hatred are too easy to arise and die. He thinks that if you don't take Anada away, you just want to separate them and cut off Anada's path as a wizard, so it will be very straightforward. I hate you for nothing." David recalled the scene before boarding the boat, and couldn't help sighing: "He didn't think about it carefully, why do you help them over and over again?"

"You also admitted that he is just a child. Although he is old, his thinking is still pure." Angel: "A child, if you don't understand the basic rules that make up this society, just be tolerant."

"You can think about it. If it was me who was scolded and beaten, I wouldn't be bothered to help him."

As the airship moved forward, the stars appeared and disappeared among the clouds.

Twilight Well--

There are three major wizard families behind them. According to the rotation system, this month's defense will be completed by the lions.

Wo Masen, the captain of the defense of the Lion Lion, was promoted to an official wizard three years ago, and is the sixth official wizard of the Lion Lion.

Because of the twilight, the flow of people in the Wizard Bazaar reached the peak of the year. Womason sat in the guard tower for half a month, keeping his eyes on the magic reaction in the mirror image of the magic array.

Finally, the big shoot is over.Nothing major has happened in the past few days. Except for Twilight's attacks on Sanders' disciples twice today, the magic reactions detected by the magic array are all normal.

For Twilight's shot, Walmartson had detected it, but he didn't make any defensive moves.That brat who dared to disrupt the order of Twilight DaPai should be punished as he should, even if he is Sanders' disciple.

And Womason doesn't believe that Sanders will go to war against Twilight for his disciples.Therefore, for Twilight to kill that kid, he absolutely supports it.

Even Angor's location information was provided to Twilight by Womason.As a wizard of shadows, Walmason is not only good at shadow magic, he also transplanted the nose of the abyssal mephit, which can combine shadow and pheromone capture, so as to achieve all-round control of the twilight well.Therefore, Womason can capture Angor's position directly with pheromone without even using the magic circle.

Two hours ago, Womason couldn't capture Angor's pheromone in Night Demon City, so he naturally knew that he had left.

In this regard, Walmartson does not care.It's just a tiny apprentice, whether to kill or not is at the palm of his hand.

After the filming was over, Walmason also heaved a sigh of relief, leaving the guard tower for the first time after half a month.When he left, he did not forget to order his subordinates to continue to observe, while he returned to his laboratory to conduct research on the self-created spells.

Walmason has great ideals, and wants to step on the road of true knowledge through self-created spells.But not all self-created spells can step into the path of true knowledge, like Angor's modification of the "cleaning spell" and turning it into a "wind tornado".This can barely be regarded as a self-created technique, but this technique is modified based on previous theories and models, so the chance of entering the path of true knowledge is very small.

The real self-created technique needs to have its own theoretical basis.

There are only a few wizards on the path of true knowledge, and there is a reason for that.

When Wo Masen just returned to the laboratory and began to write his own shadow theory, the communicator began to beep.

"My lord! It's not good! There is a huge amount of magical power, and the location is the Twilight Auction!!"

Wo Mason's expression changed, and he flew out of the laboratory suddenly, not even caring about the smashed iron door being hit by him.

Wo Masen came to the guard tower, looked at the mirror monitor of the magic circle, and his expression showed extreme fear.

At the location of the twilight auction house, circles of red and black energy reactions appeared, and Walmason felt dizzy for a while. This is already a magical reaction as high as the peak level of a second-level wizard! !
A secondary wizard has come to the Twilightwell?
"Your Majesty Huanmo didn't leave?" Even if he didn't leave, shouldn't he do it in the Twilight Auction? !

"Master Sanders left immediately after the auction, and the magic array did not detect his return information!" said the subordinate.

Anxiety flashed across Womason's face: "Never mind, leave two people here to guard, and the others will follow me to the auction house!"

Under the starry sky, streamers of light flew towards the square iron tower full of metal ruins.

Today's moon is surprisingly large, becoming a huge and shiny background board. When Womasen flew to the square iron tower, he even faintly felt that he was flying to the moon.

Iron square towers, air stairs, flags in the wind.The auction house, which originally had a sense of metal ruins, was even more confused under the moonlight.

Womason felt something strange before he got close.

Obviously, the energy response is so high that it is scary, why is the auction hall so quiet and empty?

It was as if there was a huge barrier that divided the auction house from the outside world. Everything was normal outside, with lights, shadows, and sounds; while inside the barrier was pitch black, as quiet as a cemetery.

At this time, outside this layer of "invisible enchantment", more than a dozen lights and shadows have stopped.

Walmason saw the owner of the Lion Lion: "Cangshi" Dedvia, who is also one of the top leaders of the Twilight Auction.

Womason flew to Dadevia and said in a low voice, "Master."

Dadevia also rushed over after receiving the message from Walmartson. He looked at the silent auction field, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "What's going on?"

Womason was a little nervous: "Not long ago, I received a message from my subordinates that the auction house had a high-energy reaction. I went to have a look and found that the energy intensity has approached the capacity limit of the magic array."

"Peak level two wizard?" Dadevia asked in surprise.

"Yes, I have asked." Wo Mason lowered his head: "The only second-level wizard who came to our Twilight Well recently is Your Excellency the Phantom Demon."

Dadevia said without hesitation: "Impossible. I know Mr. Sanders. If he wants to attack us, Twilight, he will definitely notify me."

Dadevia also came from the Savage Cave, and is also a wizard on the path to true knowledge, and the relationship with Sanders has always been good.

"According to the monitoring, Lord Huanmo left the Twilight Well two days ago and never came back." Womason immediately said: "But if it is not Your Excellency Huanmo, I don't know who it is."

Dadevia narrowed his eyes slightly: "Go in and take a look, and the energy reaction at the peak of the second-level wizard may not necessarily be done by the second-level wizard."

Dadevia exploded with all his strength, and he could do it.Even alchemy props are possible, so if you want to know what's inside, you still have to see it with your own eyes.

Dadevia took Walmason, and then directed the rest of the people to divide into three directions and enter together.

When Womasen entered the scope of the Twilight Auction House, the "silence" he thought of from the outside world was really just "thinking".In fact, the Twilight Auction House was not as quiet as he had imagined.

As soon as he entered the lobby on the first floor, he heard a faint music.

This piece of music is not bad.

But it's extremely weird, like an adult fairy tale song and dance drama that deliberately sells crazy, with a fast rhythm, many high notes, and a long tail.

If this style of music is placed in a circus, it may not be too discordant, but if it is placed in a square iron tower, it obviously feels weird and out of tune.

"Who the hell?" Womason was still asking himself when a figure suddenly stood in front of Dadevia.

"The head of the family is not good! The little lion girl is dead!"

(End of this chapter)