The "Shadow of the Demon God" hanging above his head suddenly disappeared, which was already an amazing event.
But if you know that the reason for the disappearance of the shadow of the devil is that someone killed the true spirit of the devil with one blow, then this matter is even more unimaginable.
Moreover, the incredible degree of this matter is that even Sanders' strength cannot be measured. Just like summer bugs don't know winter cold, people's hearts are hard to be divine. Two completely different things!
Sanders had guessed before that the man's strength might be very powerful, but it was so powerful that it still made him feel unreal.
But the fact was in front of him, and he had to believe it.
If it is said, killing Orusia and the demon avatar is just a hole in the sky. Then, the fall of the true spirit of the Demon God is a complete change in the sky!
Sanders now understands a little bit. When he was in La Sudland, the bird cage was broken open, and the demons forced humans into an extremely cramped battle circle. When they had an absolute advantage, why did Lord Galar let them go
Because, the true spirit has fallen... the sky has changed.
Sanders recalled that after leaving Rasudland, the atmosphere of the abyss did change significantly, and according to all those 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. It is estimated that those great powers are following the map, looking for all the trajectories before the fall of the Flameless Lord True Spirit!
Sanders's shock lasted for most of the day.
If it wasn't for Angel calling his name, it is estimated that Sanders would still be in a daze.
But even if Sanders recovered, the shock in his eyes did not disappear. He looked at Angel, and something came to his throat several times, but he choked back every time.
He really didn't know how to evaluate it, whether it was the corpse of the devil god, the true spirit of the devil god, or the person from the nightmare world, he couldn't put his finger on 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 Angel to react, he flicked his hand and temporarily closed Gravity Garden. In addition to Popota, either Sanders himself or Angel appeared in the outside room.
"You go to rest, everything... we'll talk about it tomorrow."
For Sanders, today's shocks are too many, one wave after another.
Every wave has a terrifying force that is enough to drown the southern region, and the waves pushed out by the tide have a tendency to get higher and higher!
With his tolerance, he also needs to ease up.
Taking advantage of the relaxation period, sort out the "heavy" news from Angel tonight. At least, first clarify the subsequent waves of the Demon God, as well as the impact on the savage cave, the frost moon and even the southern region.
Angel thought for a while, the most important thing has been said, and the two corpses have also been displayed.
Saunders should have guessed the matter of projecting the bloodline from the skyrocketing physical strength of his physical body; as for meeting Wardle and what happened in the Hangu ruins later, it is not a big deal. .
Thinking of this, Angel nodded to Sanders and turned to leave.
Sanders looked at Angel's back, and heard the footsteps of leather boots coming from the marble corridor. As the footsteps faded, he lowered his head and took out a pen and paper to start recording the code.
After Angel left, he returned to his room, but he didn't know that he happened to be staggered from Zslade who came to him to exchange alchemy experience.
Zslade left depressed, while Angel lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep.
He originally wanted to go to the Wilderness of Dreams, but when he returned to his room, he couldn't get enough of it. Finally returned to the Southern Region, and the tension that had been tense in the abyss was completely relaxed, followed by weakness and fatigue. Whether it was meditation or logging in to the wilderness of dreams, Angel couldn't care about it. Putting on the soft silk quilt, he began to feel confused, and soon entered a black and sweet dream.
When Angel woke up, the sky was still dark.
He didn't wake up naturally, but was woken up by some rustling sounds outside.
Using a cleansing technique, Angel walked out of the room with a refreshing body. He first went to Sanders' room, but a young demon falcon with golden beak, black feathers and blood eyes squatted in front of Sanders' door. When he saw Angel, the falcon made an "x" with his wings.
Angel knew this little magic falcon, which was Sanders' alchemy pet, and its actions obviously refused Angel to enter.
It is estimated that Sanders is not finished yet.
Angel nodded to the falcon, then turned and left. When he came to the three-pronged road in the corridor, Angel originally planned to go back to the room, but there was a rustling sound on the corridor leading to the front hall, which was the sound that woke Angel up from his dream. .
Angel turned his head and glanced, but saw footsteps on the other side of the corridor.
The footsteps were slow, and there was a sense of twilight silence.
As the footsteps got closer, Angel saw a white-haired grandmother at the other end of the corridor. She was walking slowly with a basket. Because of the angle, Angel could only Seeing a short distance, the grandmother staggered away from Angel's sight soon. However, looking at the direction of movement, it seems to be towards the exit.
This old grandmother, with wrinkles on her face, looks very ordinary.
There is no energy reaction in the body, it should be a mortal.
But for some reason, when Angel looked at her, he always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere? But I searched for the memory carefully, but there was no impression of her at all.
Is it an illusion
Looking at the direction the old grandmother came from, it seems to be walking from the lobby of the antique store to the exit. Could it be that this old grandma is a guest of Zslade
Angel originally wanted to go to Zslade to ask about it, but he felt that there was a lot of hard work, but he was familiar, and this person was obviously a mortal, and he should have nothing to do with him.
Thinking of this, Angel did not take this matter to heart and returned to the room directly.
The first thing I did when I returned to the room was to build a "model of the door", and the next thing was to meditate. After the two daily obligatory things were done, it was past noon.
At this time, there was a long beep from the window, but Sanders' alchemy pet flew over and brought the news that Sanders let him go.
Seeing Sanders again, Angel was about to say hello, when he felt dim, 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 calm, and it seemed to be just a very ordinary daily question.
"It's okay, I haven't rested for a long time. The tutor also looks much more energetic than yesterday." Angel said the truth. Compared with yesterday, Sanders is much calmer today.
However, Sanders felt his heart choked after listening to it. He was in a state of daze last night, racking his brains to think about how to deal with the follow-up aftermath. As a result, Angel rested comfortably for a night without saying anything, and even interjected. He shoots.
This kid, really... I really want to be beaten up.
Sanders resisted the urge in his heart, did not continue the ink, but went straight to the topic: "Continuing the topic of yesterday, what happened after the real spirit of the devil was killed? Where did the power of the real spirit go? Yes, what happened to 'his' follow-up?"
Angel organized the words, and briefly said the follow-up of the power of true spirit.
Sanders listened to Angel's narration, and a picture slowly emerged in front of him.
Although Ingres did not use any descriptive language to embellish it, the plain words alone are enough to make people imagine the magnificent scene at that time.
The tree of true spirituality is entwined with light and fire. The shadow of the tree is blurred, covering the entire continent. Looking from the void, only the shadow of the Yingying tree can be seen! What a grand and majestic scene this is!
While Sanders was still thinking about this magnificent picture, Angle paused and began to talk about "him".
"He left, but before he disappeared, he left something for me."
"Projected bloodline?"
Angel did not answer in words, but raised his head and looked at Sanders. As a breeze blew, the golden forehead hair covering his right eye was gently blown up.
A blue right eye was exposed.
The color is deep, like the blue lake water shining under the clear summer sky.
However, this right eye seems to be slightly different? When Sanders frowned and thought, he saw that Angel's right eye suddenly changed strangely.
I saw a strange fluid body suddenly gush out of Angel's right eye, and this fluid body combined into a mask full of strange lines at an extremely fast speed.
This mask covered half of Angel's right face.
The mask has a black bottom as a whole, with weird textures. 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 have a dark and weird sense of absurdity.
"The projection bloodline is fused with the right eye?" Sanders asked.
Angel nodded. He omitted the painful process of merging bloodlines, and just explained the result.
"Activate the right eye with magic power, and this mask will appear, but I don't know what special effect this mask has."
"It should be the innate ability produced by the fusion of blood, the specific effect... It seems that it can affect the spiritual power at present." Sanders just glanced at the absurd face pattern, which caused his spiritual power to fluctuate slightly.
"Besides that, if you use the power of nightmare to activate the right eye, it will produce another form." Angle paused: "But the other form needs to consume a lot of the breath of the nightmare world. My current reserve is , I guess it won't last long."
While speaking, Angel retracted the mask of his right eye, and at the same time, started to activate his right eye with the power of nightmare.
Sanders was still waiting for Angel's action, but suddenly, he found that there seemed to be a hint of slyness in Angel's eyes