The sudden disappearance of the "Devil's Shadow" hanging high above his head was already an astonishing event.
But if one knew that the reason why the Demon God's shadow disappeared was because someone killed the Demon God's true spirit with one blow, then this matter would be even more unimaginable.
Moreover, the incredible degree of this matter is on a level that cannot be measured even by Sanders' strength. It is like summer insects not knowing the cold winter, and the human heart unable to realize divinity. They are two completely different levels of things!
Sanders had speculated before that the man might be very powerful, but to be so powerful still made him feel unreal.
But the fact was before his eyes, and he had no choice but to believe it.
If killing Orussia and the demon god's clone just poked a hole in the sky, then the death of the demon god's true spirit would completely change the sky!
Sanders now understands a little bit. When he was in Rasudran, the birdcage was broken, and the demons forced humans into an extremely cramped battle circle. Why did Lord Galar let them leave when they had an absolute advantage?
Because when the true spirit fell...the sky changed.
Sanders recalled that after leaving Rasudran, the atmosphere of the Abyss had indeed changed significantly, and according to all the people who stayed on Sky Island, they always felt like someone was prying at them from time to time. At the time, they thought it was an illusion, but now that I think about it,
It is estimated that those powerful people are following the map to find all the tracks of the Flameless Lord’s true spirit before his death!
Sanders was in shock for most of the day.
If Angel hadn't been calling his name, Sanders would probably still be in a daze.
But even if Sanders came back to his senses, the shock in his eyes still did not disappear. He looked at Angel, and words 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 Demon God's corpse, the Demon God's true spirit, or the person from the nightmare world, he couldn't comment on it.
In the end, Sanders just sighed deeply: "That's it for today. I need to think deeply."
After Sanders finished speaking, without waiting for Angel to react, he flicked his hand and temporarily closed the Gravity Garden. Except for Bobota, both Sanders himself and Angel appeared in the outside room.
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"You go and have a rest. We'll talk about everything... tomorrow."
For Sanders, there were too many shocks today, one after another.
Every wave has terrifying power enough to submerge the Southern Territory, and the waves pushed out by the tide tend to get higher and higher!
With his endurance, he also needs to relax a bit.
Taking advantage of the relaxation period, let’s sort out the “big news” tonight from Angel’s mouth. At least, first clarify the following waves of the Demon God and its impact on the Savage Cave, Frost Moon and even the Southern Territory.
Angel thought for a while, the most important things have been said, the two corpses have been displayed, and the only thing left to talk about is the projection bloodline and the Hangu ruins.
Sanders should have already guessed the matter of projecting bloodline from the sudden increase in his physical strength; as for meeting Wardell and what happened later in the Hangu ruins, it is not a big deal. It makes no difference to tell him sooner or later.
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Thinking of this, Angel nodded to Sanders and turned to leave.
Sanders looked at Angel's retreating back, and heard the sound of leather boots hitting the ground from the marble corridor. As the footsteps faded, he lowered his head, took out a pen and paper and began to write down the note.
After Angel left, he returned to his room, but he didn't know that he happened to miss Zslade who came to him to exchange his alchemy experience.
Zislade left depressedly, while Angel lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep.
He originally wanted to go to the Wilderness of Dreams, but after returning to the room, he couldn't find the energy. Finally, he returned to the Southern Territory, and the tense emotions in the abyss were completely relaxed, and what followed was the feeling of powerlessness and
Being tired, Angel couldn't care less about meditating or logging into the wilderness of dreams. As soon as he touched the soft silk quilt, he began to feel confused and soon fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.
When Angel woke up, the sky was still very dark.
He didn't wake up naturally, but was awakened by some rustling sounds outside.
After using a cleaning technique, Angel walked out of the room refreshed. He first went to Sanders' room, but there was a young devil falcon with a golden beak and black feathers squatting at the door of Sanders.
When it saw Angel, the demon falcon made an "X" with its wings.
Angel recognized this little demon falcon as Sanders' alchemy pet, and its actions obviously refused Angel's entry.
It is estimated that Sanders is not done yet.
Angel nodded to the magic falcon, then turned and left. When he came to the three-way corridor, Angel originally planned to go back to his room, but there was a rustling sound from the long corridor leading to the front hall.
It was the sound that woke Angel up from his dream earlier.
Angel looked back and saw a burst of footsteps suddenly coming from the other side of the corridor.
The footsteps were very slow and had a sense of twilight and concentration.
As the footsteps got closer and closer, Angel saw a white-haired old woman appearing at the other end of the corridor. She was walking slowly carrying a basket. Because of the angle, Angel could only
After seeing a short distance, the old lady soon staggered out of Angel's sight. But looking at the direction of her walking, it seemed that she was heading towards the exit.
This old woman has wrinkles on her face and looks very ordinary.
There is no energy reaction on his body, so he should be a mortal.
But for some reason, when Angel looked at her, he always felt familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before. But when he searched his memory carefully, he had no impression of her at all.
Is it an illusion?
Judging from the direction the old woman was walking in, it seemed that she was walking from the antique store lobby to the exit. Could it be that this old woman was a customer of Zslade?
Angel originally wanted to go to Zislade to inquire, but he felt that it was a bit of a waste of time, and he was just familiar. Moreover, this man was obviously a mortal, and he should have no interaction with him.
Thinking of this, Angel didn't take it 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 step was to meditate. After completing these two daily tasks, it was already past noon.
At this time, there was a long whistle from the window, but it was Sanders' alchemy pet that flew over and brought the news that Sanders asked him to pass.
Seeing Sanders again, Angel was about to say hello when he felt a blur in front of his eyes, 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 very calm, as if he was just asking a very ordinary question.
"It's not bad, I haven't rested for a long time. The instructor looks much more energetic than yesterday." Angel said the truth. Compared to yesterday, Sanders was much calmer today.
However, Sanders felt a lump in his chest after hearing this. He had been in a state of confusion all night last night, racking his brains to think about how to deal with the aftermath. As a result, Angel rested comfortably all night, and instead interrupted.
He shot an arrow.
This kid really... really wants to beat him up.
Sanders resisted his inner impulse and did not continue the ink. Instead, he went directly to the topic: "Continuing with yesterday's topic, what happened after the demon true spirit was killed? Where did the power of the true spirit go? And where did it go?
Yes, what happened next to 'him'?"
Angel sorted out his words and briefly said the follow-up to the power of the true spirit.
As Sanders listened to Angel's narration, a picture slowly emerged in front of his eyes.
Although Angel did not use any descriptive language to modify it, the plain words alone are enough for people to imagine the magnificent scene at that time.
The true spirit transformed into a tree, entwined with light and fire. The shadow of the tree became blurred, covering the entire continent. Looking from the void, you could only see the shadow of the tree! What a magnificent and majestic scene!
While Sanders was still thinking about this magnificent scene, Angler paused and started talking about "him".
"He left, but before he disappeared, he left something for me."
"Projected bloodline?"
Angel did not answer with words, but raised his head and looked at Sanders. As a breeze blew by, the golden forehead hair covering his right eye was gently blown up.
Revealed is a blue right eye.
The color is deep, like the blue lake water shining under the clear summer sky.
However, this right eye seemed to be slightly different? While Sanders was frowning and thinking, he saw a sudden strange change in Angel's right eye.
A strange fluid suddenly emerged from Angel's right eye, and the fluid combined at an extremely fast speed into a mask full of strange lines.
This mask covered half of Angel's right face.
The entire mask has a black base with strange lines. The strangest thing is the position of the right eye, which looks like a smile with squinting eyes. However, the strong color matching and contrast make people unable to feel the smile, but instead have a dark and strange feeling.
sense of absurdity.
"The projected bloodline is fused to the right eye?" Sanders asked.
Angel nodded. He omitted the painful process of merging bloodlines and only explained the results.
"Use magic to activate the right eye, and this mask will appear. However, I don't know what special function this mask has."
"It should be the innate ability produced when the blood merges. The specific effect... At present, it seems that it can affect mental power." Sanders just glanced at the absurd facial pattern, which made his mental power faintly fluctuate.
"Besides, if you use the power of nightmare to activate your right eye, another form will be produced." Angel paused: "But the other form requires a large amount of nightmare breath. My current reserve is
, I guess it won’t last long.”
As he spoke, Angel retracted the mask from his right eye, and at the same time, he began to activate his right eye with the power of nightmare.
Sanders was still waiting for Angel's move, but suddenly, he noticed that there seemed to be a hint of cunning in Angel's eyes?