"I'll give you five years. If you can take out 300,000 magic crystals within five years, then you can take him away." Lydia said.
For a promising alchemist, 300,000 magic crystals is not an unattainable number. As for the five-year time limit, for him, it's just a driving force to move forward. The conditions given by Lydia obviously combined various factors and did not really embarrass him.
Therefore, Angel agreed without hesitation.
"Then I'll wait for you here, I hope you will do what you say." After Lydia finished speaking, she flew into the air at ease.
Angel took out Toby from his pocket and said softly, "You wait for me outside, I'll be back soon."
Toby howled in dissatisfaction, and then took the lead to fly out of the fog and wave his wings to Angel. The meaning was obvious, and he didn't want to be left alone.
Angel also didn't want Toby to stay outside. Although Lord Jingji and Lord Shuling were both there, it was hard to guarantee that Lydia would do something. After thinking about it, Angel asked Sanders, "Teacher? Can Toby go in?"
It took a long time for Sanders to pass the message: "I don't know. But there should be no danger by your side."
After getting this answer, Angel felt a little relieved, and then he waved to Toby and let it stand on his shoulders. With Toby there, if he encounters a parasitized mutant, his reaction is much faster than Angel, which can buy him more time to deal with it.
One person and one bird, slowly pacing into the thick fog like this.
Looking at Angel's figure disappearing into the fog, Jing Ji said to the tree spirit beside him, "Aren't you going in with him?"
The tree spirit shook his head: "Not to mention whether Sanders is willing to let me in, I don't want to go in myself."
"Why?" Jing Ji asked suspiciously.
The tree spirit smiled brightly: "Because I am very optimistic about Angel, his growth potential should not be consumed in the swaddling clothes. If I go in, although I will not help him, I have no worries psychologically, and I am very happy. It's hard for him to grow."
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The fog was thick and the naked eye visibility was not enough. With a strange mood, Angel slowly walked into this foggy city that seemed to be abandoned by time.
It was already early in the morning in the center of the earth. After the catastrophe, the street lights were not lit by the city defense, so it was not only foggy but also pitch black. He could only rely on his mental strength to discern the surrounding terrain, and stepped into the city gate in the dark.
In the dark fog where you can't see your fingers, it is inevitable that people will think of ghosts full of maliciousness, especially this dark fog full of parasitic lunatics. Just thinking about it, there are lunatics peeping in the dark, it will be creepy.
The above are just the thoughts of ordinary people, and it was also what Angel was originally worried about. But when he went deep into the fog, he was surprised to find that the things he was worried about had not happened.
His mood was calm, without any fear, and even a vague joy like a fish in water.
This is very wrong. Angel knew that this was not right, but Xinyue's mood still couldn't stop rushing out. The darkness seemed to be unable to stop the wild horse in his heart, taking this fog as his thoughts of galloping on the green grassland.
Angel knew that there would be no danger in the next step, but he still walked very slowly, very slowly. Like an old man faltering, or a babbling baby.
It's not that he doesn't want to go fast, but that he is fighting fiercely in his heart.
Reason tells him that nothing is right. But instinct is telling him joyfully that this fog is a paradise, a pure land.
Reason pressed him to stop, instinct urged him forward. How fast can he go in such a situation
The narrow building streets and dense high-altitude corridors of Night Demon City are like monsters with fangs and claws in the fog, devouring people.
Anyone, even mortals, have basic vigilance in the face of the fog of black shadows. But Angel didn't. He looked at the changing shadow, as if he was looking at two cute black cat cubs, coquettishly calling to him.
Angel continued to walk forward. In order not to be surrounded by mutants, the road he took was the main road. Although it is not very spacious, it is at least much wider than the street.
As soon as he stepped into the main road, Angel was attracted by a strange melody.
"I am a happy little laborer, diligently changing the streets, the Queen is about to arrive and see the streets change."
Although Angel did not understand the melody and language, Angel received the emotions expressed by the melody. After reading this emotion, his face immediately collapsed: "As expected, that queen again!"
At this moment, two strange shadows suddenly appeared from the front. Angel stopped, holding the golden revolver in his palm. Toby also lowered his chest and looked like he was attacking.
When two strange shadows came out of the fog, Angel frowned sharply. These two are typical low-slender Asians, adult males, with a short stature and long limbs.
As Lydia said, they were wearing very bright clothes, the one on the left was wearing a red and green diamond jumpsuit with a red hat, and the one on the right was wearing a gradient purple polka-dot hoodie.
Their movements are also bizarre, like marionettes, their limbs wiggling in ways that ordinary people don't understand. At this strange swing frequency, their degrees are not only dissatisfied, but even fast.
Bright clothes, crazy eyes, weird behavior. In line with all the conditions for being parasitized, there is no doubt that these two people have definitely mutated.
When they approached, Angel was ready for battle, waiting to reach the attack range and kill with one hit.
But at this moment, they saw Angel and stopped far away.
The strange song in his mouth also stopped.
They bowed to Angel, just like a circus clown's curtain call etiquette, and then they slowly retreated into the mist and slowly disappeared.
During this process, the style of the songs in their mouths has also changed, and their inner emotions are no longer singing the queen, but praising Sharapova.
"The hometown is far away, noble Sharapova. Instead of the Queen's inspection, her eyes are stars, her gaze is starlight, Sharapova, Sharapova, Your Honorable Sharapova, is honored to be illuminated by glory."
With flattering singing, the two parasitized people left Angel's sight.
At this time, Angel could no longer deceive himself. He first sang the queen, and then praised Sharapova. All of them told Angel that these mutants were the "masterpieces" of Angel after he opened the nightmare world.
Along the way, Angel met several waves of mutants, but when these "clowns" saw him, they all turned insane, respectful like the nobles encountered by commoners.
But even though they respected Angel's identity as "Sharapova", whenever he wanted to communicate with them, whether it was with words or emotions, they didn't have any echoes, and they disappeared consciously when they saw him approaching. in the mist. Angel wanted to catch up, but because the fog covered his eyes, he couldn't keep up with them.
"This is so wrong." After Angel entered, from the abnormal psychological pleasure to the respectful bow of the mutant, it seemed extremely absurd.
Sometimes Angel felt that those people were not really in awe of him, but in awe of an existence named "Sharapova". But who is Sharapova? Angel was clueless.
Angel stopped. This is the center of a residential area in the remote corner of Night Devil City. There is a fountain statue of the goddess holding a bow.
Before Angel arrived, nearly a hundred people were revelling in front of the statue, singing and dancing, crazy like a pious ceremony. But as soon as he approached, everyone praised the arrival of "Sharapova", and then slowly retreated. When Angel entered the statue, there was no one around, and it was as quiet as a cemetery.
"Come out! Why are you hiding from me?" Angel shouted: "I order you to come out in the name of... Sharapova!"
No one agrees.
Obviously Angel wanted to be angry and wanted to release the anger that was in his mouth, but he enjoyed the peace, loneliness and inner peace of walking in Night Demon City too much, which made him feel very relaxed. It's a conflicting emotion.
Angel leaned against the statue a little dejected.
"What are you doing?"
The low, hoarse voice that he hadn't heard for a long time broke Angel's inner peace and appeared in his ears out of thin air.
"Teacher, I feel very wrong." Angel whispered his feelings out: "... I should be afraid, angry, and fight. But I can't lift myself up, it makes me feel at ease, like , like, like the soul was appeased too."
Sanders was silent for a long time before he said to him: "Don't be influenced by unreasonable emotions. The reason why you feel wrong is simply that your reason is restraining your instinct. Relax, you can treat this place as a paradise, it is not impossible. ."
"But you have to remember in your heart that the paradise is always someone else's paradise. Children can play happily when they arrive in the paradise. But after playing, they still have to go home."
Speaking of this, Sanders' voice suddenly softened a bit: "Relax, Night Devil City was described by Red Lotus as a ghost, which is actually inappropriate. The reason why I haven't communicated for a long time is not that I can't, but I know it's not as difficult as I thought."
"Angol, do you know why I asked you to come?"
Angel said: "Because, I made it here?"
Sanders: "Of course not, every cause does not necessarily have an inevitable result. Every accident does not necessarily have a real incentive. Even if the original source is you, after half a month, various non-inevitable conditions will also Not enough to make you the cause of this calamity."
Angel seems to understand.
"I called you because only you can wake them up. All the parasitoids are not dead, they are just sleeping. The parasites, acting in their place, don't really kill them, because once the host dies, the parasites It is not easy for living beings to find the next host, and then perform spiritual harmony."
"If you can wake them up, it's not a disaster, but a good thing because the parasite strengthens the body's physique."
Those mutants didn't die? Just waiting for him to wake up? When Angel heard this, the first thing that came to his mind was not to unload the psychological burden, but... There are millions of people in Night Demon City. If he wants to wake up one by one, won't he die of exhaustion? !