Seeing that Saunders didn't mention the time thief anymore, Angel felt a little relieved.
"Teacher, Lord Wifeet came over before and asked about the change of the Evernight Kingdom?" Angel asked.
Sanders nodded, and Wifet also said before that he also asked Angel about this question, but Angel did not answer. In this regard, Sanders also agreed. As soon as Angel answered this question, Viviette would inevitably see the clue, and refusing to answer was the best choice.
"Looking at the reaction of Lord Wifet before, it seems that he is very satisfied with the tutor's answer." Angel wondered: "How did the tutor answer him?"
"What he wants to know is nothing more than two questions, whether the change of the Eternal Night Kingdom will spread to Sidmosa, and the inside story of the change of the Eternal Night Kingdom."
The first problem will spread, and spread quickly. The second question, Nightmare Realm.
This is Sanders' answer, saying too many embellishments, Wifette may not believe it. Directly put out the most sensational, but also the truth, Wifeette will make up his own mind.
As for Sanders's statement that the Eternal Night Kingdom is the "Namma Realm", this is actually normal.
Because the wizarding world has discovered several colorful dragonfly nests, and each nest has a stable plane passage behind it. Although there may not be a wizard who can reach the Nightmare Realm by this unmarked passage, once found, as long as there is a prophetic wizard to spy, there will always be clues.
What's more, the answer of "Namma Realm" is also in line with Lapuye's prediction in "Frost Moon Secret".
More terrifying than the shadow of the devil.
If it is said that the bottomless abyss is full of danger, it is necessary to take every step of the way. Then the nightmare world is a nightmare that will never wake up. Once it sinks, it will completely turn into nothingness.
So far, the entire southern wizarding world has not found a world that is more terrifying than the nightmare world.
These two terrifying answers, Wifeette doesn't think Sanders will lie, although he may not be really satisfied, but the core content he wants to know has been clear. As for the details that Sanders didn't say, Wifeet was curious, but Sanders didn't want to say it, and he couldn't keep asking.
After Angel heard Sanders' words, he also felt in his heart.
Probably only Sanders had the confidence to answer like this. If it were him, even if every detail was told, Vifet would not necessarily buy it. This is the confidence brought by strong strength.
Here it is.
The matter of Wifeet has come to an end for the time being. Angel was going to complete the sequel task of the "Monument of Strange Rings" originally arranged by Sanders before the martial law in Castlevania was lifted, but he did not wait for Angel to start designing , was called by Sanders to the study.
"You have touched a big barrier now, which also means that you must consider the matter of witchcraft." Sanders' eyes suddenly became a little gloomy: "When I was in Magic Island, I was with you too. Having said this, I don't know if you have made a decision?"
Sanders did mention witchcraft at the time, but Sanders was hesitant at the time. Later, Angel went to ask Flora, only to determine that Sanders' unfinished words actually hoped that Angel would choose an original technique.
It's just that the original technique takes a long time, and now that the Southern Region is in a situation where the storm is about to come, Sanders didn't mention it.
Angel nodded: "I haven't decided yet, but I already have an inclination in my heart."
"The witchcraft position is a very important thing. It's best to choose the one that works for you. Illusion can be used, and alchemy can also be used." Sandston paused: "The witchcraft position must be taken to heart."
It doesn't take much time to build a witchcraft position, and choosing what witchcraft is the most time-consuming, because this is related to Angel's future path.
After leaving Sanders' study, Angel returned to his room and fell into deep thought.
He himself actually prefers original techniques, but original techniques are not easily constructed. Angel pondered for a moment, thinking, how about relying on mysterious figurative objects for inspiration
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Critical forest, cross-layer communication.
A petite figure flew out in embarrassment. As soon as she landed, she lay on the ground panting.
Looking back at the slightly hideous space crack in the air, a trace of panic flashed in those eyes that were usually full of jealousy. This is probably the most dangerous time she has crossed layers so many times!
It was obviously just a cross-layer, and the distance of the space crack was almost negligible, but she encountered an unprecedented torrent of energy. And at the right time, she was in the center of the space crack, and the torrent almost carried her into the depths of darkness. If she hadn't used a trump card, she would have been buried in the torrent at this time.
"Dunna's skin!" she muttered, her eyes full of resentment.
Hundreds of years ago, she discovered a humanoid race full of mysteries in the world of Loft. He was extremely beautiful, and she hated people who looked better than her, even if the other party was a man.
So she captured him, peeled off his skin from start to finish, and woven a shell for him with the skin of a toad.
It's a pity that although that man was full of mysteries, he was only a mortal after all, unable to adapt to the skin of a toad, and died within a few days.
Only later did she know that that man was the last member of the Dunna tribe, an extremely precious race in the Loft world.
After his death, the Tunna people have since disappeared.
And she also knew at that time that the skin of the Duna tribe has the ability to stabilize the space, and through a special method, it can be used as a protective object to travel through the plane.
Relying on the skin of the Duna clan, she has never had any accidents while walking through the planes. It can be said that the skin of the Duna is one of her cards!
But! But!
Just before, she only crossed a single layer of an abyss, just like a passage into the subordinate world in the wizarding world. It is reasonable to say that there is no danger, but she encountered a torrent of energy!
That unprovoked, but incomparably powerful torrent of energy!
Even as a second-level true knowledge wizard, she seemed incomparably small in the torrent of energy. At that time, she was like a tree that was blown up by its roots in a hurricane. In the distance, he lost his life completely.
In such a critical situation, she had to take out her trump card Duna's Skin, and through its ability to stabilize the space, she could protect herself in the endless torrent.
It was a very short journey for a wizard, and even a true wizard like her could traverse in the blink of an eye.
However, in her feeling, there is no road longer than this one.
Every step she took, the skin of Dunna, which protected her, was washed with holes by the torrent.
In the last step, seeing that the exit was in front of him, the magnitude of the energy torrent suddenly became larger and more ferocious, and the skin of Dunna was completely destroyed in an instant.
In the moment before the destruction of Duna's Skin, she used a forbidden technique to reluctantly drilled out of the crack across the layers, and finally landed in the critical forest smoothly.
And that forbidden technique made her exhausted and unable to move.
However, compared to the side effects of the forbidden technique, her heart was hurt even more deeply, especially when she watched the skin of Duna being blown to pieces, how could she feel better
This is probably the most dangerous thing she has encountered in the past 100 years, and at the same time the biggest loss!
After calming down from the panic, she looked at the crack in the air, her teeth itch with hatred. If this incident was man-made, she estimated that she would completely wipe the other party out of the world at all costs, even the soul would not leave scum. But such a powerful torrent of energy cannot be controlled by anyone, and all blame can only be said to be unlucky.
The resentment and suffocation in her chest had nowhere to vent, and she couldn't help screaming.
The harsh and sharp voice pierced through the sky and echoed in the empty borderline forest.
After a while, she was panting heavily, and hatred flashed in her eyes: "Fortunately, there are people in the nearby fortress to vent their anger, and no one can stop me..."
Only destruction, only dismemberment, and only grafting can comfort her loss!
She has already started to imagine in her mind, what method can be used to torture people to make her feel happy? Man becomes woman? Let those chicks who think they are arrogant and pure have men's whips implanted on their faces? Inject the blood of the sheep devil into their bodies
All kinds of "wonderful ideas" echoed in her mind.
However, she only wandered happily in her own mind for less than half a minute, when the earth suddenly began to vibrate.
Her brows furrowed, and displeasure flashed in her eyes.
What's going on, is there an earthquake? She propped up her tired body and stood up, the shadows of the trees around her kept shaking, and the dancing branches and leaves seemed to be dancing, which made her very uncomfortable.
The stones on the ground kept jumping and falling, making bang bang sounds.
At first, she thought it was an earthquake, but as the shaking got bigger and bigger, and the shadows of the surrounding trees even blurred, the earth burst open.
The crack created a huge pit.
At the same time, a huge incomparable breath drilled out from the deep pit in the ground.
By this time, she already felt something was wrong in her heart, not an earthquake!
The inexplicable heart palpitations made her feel cold from the back.
The matter is far from over. The previous deep pit suddenly spewed out fiery red magma, which instantly ignited a piece of dead wood. And, with the sound of "bang bang bang bang", a giant hand covered with magma came out of the deep pit and grabbed the edge of the wall!
Looking at the giant hand like a Titan, her eyes flashed disbelief.
At the same time, a legend suddenly came to mind
She once found an ancient sacrificial scroll on an altar in the Blackwater Valley. The ancient scroll recorded a legend. According to legend, an ancient demon was sleeping in the bottom of the critical forest on the third floor of the abyss.
This ancient demon used magma as a bed and slept for thousands of years.
No one dared to disturb it, because this is a demon lord who once fell from the throne!
Its name is "Manjimone".
As she recalled, the owner of the "giant hand" finally stuck out his head, even if it was just a head, it looked like a mountain.
"Who... disturbed my sleep?"