Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 550 The Woman in the Painting

However, the risk of flying upwards is actually not small. That unknown "monster" is so dark that it may be blown away before it gets close.

Therefore, for the sake of safety, when he floated up, he had already wrapped the gravity veins around his whole body.Once in danger, you can run away immediately.

Angel rose slowly and cautiously.

But when he reached the [-]-meter mark, a strange strong wind howled, and he was blown off again before he could see the situation clearly.

He spun several times in mid-air, and finally relied on gravity to stabilize his figure.

Ignoring the discomfort caused by energy disturbance in his body, Angel raised his head to look at the deep fog above his head.

Just now, he saw that black shadow again.But just like last time, before he even got close, he was blown down by the hurricane brought up by that huge "flesh body".

Could it be some kind of external wind defense technique?

Angor tried a few more times, but every time it was the same, the other party seemed to be preventing Angor from flying upwards.

No matter which direction you go, as long as you reach [-] meters, you will be blown down by a hurricane.He has fallen from the air several times, but still has no progress. In such a stalemate situation, he finally returned to the ground helplessly.

At the same time, Sanders, who was moving quickly in the thick fog, suddenly paused.

He always felt like he forgot to explain something to Angel?What is it?Sanders' thinking was running fast, and his eyes lit up after a while, and he looked up at the sky covered by fog.

He remembered, he seemed to have just told Angel that the area of ​​the Fangmao Realm was only a thousand miles away, but he didn't tell him that the height was only a hundred meters...

"It should be fine, right? It won't work if you try it once. After Angor learns the lesson, he probably won't try again." Sanders said firmly, taking it as a lesson for Angor to learn a lesson from a fall. Outdoor lessons now!
However, the fact is that Angel is now full of scars, and the energy in his soul is shaking, as if he is about to fall apart.

If he hadn't encountered that weird wooden house, he might really have tried it just once, as Sanders speculated.

But man is not as good as heaven, he was very lucky, the first building he encountered after entering the Nightmare Realm was this pile of wooden houses.

Since the road to heaven cannot go, he can only return to the ground again.Angor walked into the mist helplessly. After a long while, looking at the wooden house that reappeared in front of him, Angel felt chills all over his body.

This wooden house, like a lingering nightmare, stands in the depths of evil thoughts.

Angel hesitated for a moment, he really wanted to turn around and escape from here, but his reason told him that if he wanted to leave this loop-like world, he had to face this wooden house.

Take a deep breath.

Angel straightened his back, straightened his slightly wrinkled gentleman's clothes, pressed down his pitch-black tall hat, and walked towards the wooden house calmly.It seems that, to Angel, this kind of aristocratic attitude engraved in his bones is like a sacred ceremony, which can dispel the anxiety in his heart.

Knocking on the door with bent fingers, there was a crisp knock on the door.However, no one answered.

Then he opened the door, and the scene inside the door was the same as before. Angel didn't check it, and stood directly in front of the oil painting.

As he thought, the perspective of oil painting has gone a step further.It's like someone in the painting, following Angel's observation, is walking step by step towards the castle bathed in the full moon.

Turning around to leave, Angel walked into the mist again.

This time, he didn't intend to back down.He wanted to see what the painting wanted to convey in the end, or in other words, what would be the ending of the painting?

Angel is convinced that this painting must have an ending, and when it ends, it may be when it shows its fangs.

Enter again and again, exit again and again.

Angel couldn't even tell whether he entered the same wooden house or a different wooden house, because the traces he left inside would disappear the next time he entered the wooden house.

When Angel No.20 entered the wooden house nine times, the scene in the oil painting finally came to the gate of the castle.

Only then did Angel realize that the castle looks very prosperous from a distance, but it looks dilapidated and dilapidated when viewed up close.The rivets on the wooden door have fallen off, and the corners are covered with spider webs.Even the flying banners, window curtains, etc... are dilapidated.

But this kind of dilapidation is not the kind of dilapidation caused by force majeure after the war, but...

A castle that was eroded by the power of time and naturally decayed.

"So, the next time I see you, should you show your fangs?" Angel whispered to himself.

After making all the preparations, Angel No. 30 pushed open the door of the wooden house.

The inside remained unchanged, and Angel looked at the oil painting with confusion and alertness.

The angle of view in the oil painting did not get closer, but the angle changed!
The door that Angel thought would be opened was still closed this time.The change of the angle of view is not extending towards the gate, but "he" raised his head, and the angle of view is slightly higher.

The last tusk, no longer behind the door, "above"?
Angor was full of doubts, and left the cabin again. No.30 once, No.30 twice... When Angel No.30 stood in front of the screen four times.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

The message that the screen wanted to express, this time finally appeared!
The perspective in the painting, since he looked up, did not look at the sky, but at the window on the second floor of the castle.That window had tattered red curtains that fluttered in the wind.

The angle of view slowly approached, approached... Finally, I saw the inside of the window.

Inside the window is an ordinary girl's boudoir, but the perspective is fixed here, and the fixed object is a painting on the wall of this boudoir.

Another painting appeared.

When Angor saw that the perspective was fixed on this painting, he thought that there would be repeated nightmares, just like what Jon told when he was a child, "There is a temple on the mountain, and there is a monk in the temple telling a story. A temple..."

The perspective in the painting is repeated endlessly.

But he guessed wrong.

When No.30 saw this painting for the fourth time, he faintly saw the content of the painting within the painting.

It was a typical portrait of an aristocrat, in which was a smiling blonde girl.

"This is the clue of this painting? But, what do you want to express?" Angel pondered for a moment, and left the wooden house again.

When No.30 stood in front of the oil painting five times, Angel found that the painting in the painting changed again, from a blond girl to a middle-aged lady, holding a floating crystal ball in her hand.

This middle-aged lady, both in hair color and face, is very similar to the blonde girl.

Like, boyhood and middle age of the same person.

The suspended crystal ball indicated the identity of the middle-aged lady. She should be a wizard... Thinking of this, Angel was suddenly touched.

The name of this town shrouded in mist in reality is: Witch Town.

Sanders didn't explain why it was called Witch Town, but according to Angel's guess, witches might have appeared in this town.And the middle-aged lady who appeared in the painting in front of her was a witch.

Could it be that the woman in the painting is the origin of Witch Town?
But why didn't Sanders mention her, or even this eerie log cabin?
Angor was puzzled, and No.30 stood in front of the screen six times.

This time, when Angel stood in front of the picture, there was finally a discord in the picture.

The original middle-aged lady has become a strange old woman with sagging skin and terrible wrinkles, her hair is extremely dry, and a touch of gold can be seen faintly.

She was wearing a crumpled navy blue cloak, and she stared at the person outside the painting - Angel with terrifying eyes.

Angel was stared back a few steps.

At this moment, a mutation occurred!
The weird old witch in the painting within the painting suddenly came to life, crawled out of the painting within the painting, and stood in the girl's boudoir.

Then, she turned sideways and gave Angel a cold smile.

She slowly mobilized the green light in her hand, and a green space door appeared in the girl's boudoir. At the same time, a green space door also appeared in the painting in front of Angel.

Angel could see that standing behind the space door was the old witch!
It was not obvious in the painting, but when the space door suddenly appeared, the aura of the old witch was secretive, like a sea of ​​terrifying waves surging, and the strong coercion came out of the space door and covered Angel's body.

Angel could feel the strong malice.

She will kill him!

The aura coming from the space door alone is comparable to the coercion that Isabella gave to Angel back then!
This is because the space gate blocked most of her breath. It's hard to imagine how terrifying it would be when she got out of the space gate!
At least at Sanders' level!
When the old witch started to move, Angel was already prepared, turned around and ran out.

He is currently in the state of a soul, and with the help of the gravity vein, he can temporarily resist the terrifying coercion of the old witch; but if she gets out of the space door, it will be hard to say.

The only thing Angel can do now is to escape.

"You... can't escape, this is... my domain." A hoarse and unpleasant voice came to Angel's ears.

Angel ignored it and continued to flee.

But when Angel ran out with his back to the space door, he suddenly heard a surprised "Huh".

Angel guessed that the old witch was playing tricks, so he didn't look back at all, and rushed out of the wooden house like a phantom, and plunged into the mist.

But in the wooden house, there was no movement for a long time.

The space door on that painting didn't disappear, but the old witch in the girl's boudoir didn't get out either. Instead, she frowned with a look of unwillingness on her face.

She sealed herself in the memory of the past for an unknown amount of time, sinking forever in the boundless cliff.

It was not easy to wait for a Warden of Nightmare.

But why, it has already been marked?

On the back of the Warden of Nightmares, she saw... a green streak that was growing brightly.

(End of this chapter)