Time goes back half a minute.
Angel confidently made his signature dish: magic bread.
Laplace also looked at the activated secret box with interest, waiting for the final result.
At first, everything was fine.
As the ceremony of "Sweet Wind, Honey, Fire and Sugar Spreads" takes shape in the box, the porcelain box covered with rose branches begins to spread the illusion of various flowers, and a sweet fragrance floats in the air.
It seemed that in the next second, a shallow but extremely sweet stream of dreams would pop out of the box.
Angel's expression is also very confident and everything is perfect.
But just when Laplace felt that the finished product was definitely good, the sweetness in the air suddenly began to change, became sour and greasy, and the sweetness began to deconstruct, and the deconstructed taste became sour and smelly...
Laplace didn't even react. It wasn't until she noticed that the rose pattern illusion spreading around her began to turn black, wither, and turn into ink that she suddenly looked back and looked at the lid of the secret box.
At some point, the lid opened slightly, and black smoke continued to pour out from the gap.
It's like the accumulated black ash. After hundreds of years of fermentation, it was poured out directly from the mouth and turned into a black ash waterfall composed of a pool of sludge.
Moreover, this black-gray smoke waterfall also exudes a disgusting smell.
Laplace couldn't even find an adjective to describe this smell.
She just took a whiff and felt a little dizzy.
"What's going on?" Laplace looked at Angel, holding back the discomfort, and asked with mental strength. She didn't dare to speak, for fear that the black ash would accidentally get into her body.
Angel looked at a loss, turned his head and looked at Laplace with innocent eyes, then spread his hands and shrugged lightly.
Angel didn't speak, but his meaning was already obvious: I don't know what's going on?
Laplace originally wanted to hold on, maybe it was just that the process was not good, but the result was okay. But looking at the endless black mist that seemed to be endless in the secret box, she finally made a decision and took back the three
Of the elemental clones, only the wind clone that represents the surrounding breeze is left.
"Lift the lid." Laplace said in his mind.
The wind clone hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his green-white hand into the black mist.
In just an instant, the white hands were stained with blue-black dust. At the same time, the stench seemed to change from the sense of smell to the sense of spirituality, seeping into the skin and going straight to the Tianling Cap.
The wind clone was instantly frozen in place by this ruthless impact.
Fortunately, she had already lifted the lid before she stopped.
After the lid of the secret box was opened, more and more terrifying black smoke and dust spilled out. Before, there was only a "waterfall" on one side, but now there are "black waterfalls" rolling down on all sides.
Moreover, even though the "Sweet Wind, Honey, Fire and Sugar Spreading" ceremony has ended, the black smoke and dust in the secret box are still being produced.
Laplace didn't know how much black smoke would be generated, but what was certain was that at the current speed, within three seconds at most, the entire barrier would be enveloped by black smoke.
"Let's go!" Laplace chose to turn around without hesitation.
He opened a gap in the barrier and took the wind clone back, but instead of taking it into his body, he put it into a small bag made of scales.
Angel, who was in a state of confusion, also reacted at this time. Looking at the gap, he directly released an illusory door with the target outside the rock temple.
Laplace and Angel rushed towards the gap at the same time and ran into the illusory door.
In an instant, their figures disappeared.
And all of this was taken in by Quintra. It was still wondering why a gap suddenly appeared in the barrier, and why Laplace and Angel couldn't wait to disappear... When it saw the water rolling out of the gap
After the stench of smoke came, it understood.
Because it was careless for a moment, it took a deep breath, and its lungs hurt as a result. But fortunately, it still had some sense. It turned around immediately, opened a black gap, and got into the crack in the space.
As a cave dragon, it is naturally good at spatial abilities. It can escape faster than Angel and Laplace.
The only person left at the scene was Olsandra.
He was still sipping the wine leisurely, slightly tipsy, and didn't even notice the black fog rolling behind him, or Quintra who had already run away.
When the black mist turned into a tidal wave and slapped him on the bottom of the sea, Olsandra suddenly woke up.
But it's too late.
A violent stench rushed into his nasal cavity. The stench was like smelly socks that had not been washed in decades, suffocating the "new life" smell in boots full of bacteria. This "new life" smell,
It is not a quantitative change, but a qualitative change caused by time and the accumulation of countless bacteria, which can make the land you walk on smell "fragrant" and crack.
The stench is like a sharp arrow, killing the sense of smell, piercing the brain and piercing the soul!
Three swords in a row!
Alsandra fell into the stench of the whirlpool in just an instant. He could no longer hold his hand steadily, and the wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground. Countless black mists rushed into the bottle, staining the liquid in the bottle.
Ink-black tones.
Alsandro could no longer care about his beloved being contaminated at this time.
He only has one thought in his mind now: leave quickly.
However, he is not able to control space like Quintela, and now that black smoke has filled the hall and poured into the surrounding rooms, it is difficult for him to escape even if he wants to.
But luckily...he is the spirit of books.
He can also escape into books.
Moreover, he had always been within the scope of the crystal book. All he needed to do was soften his legs, and Alsandro was completely inside the crystal book.
After he disappeared, he did not forget to close the crystal pages to prevent the inner pages from being contaminated with more stench.
As for the stench stained by the shell, he couldn't care anymore...
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The raging stench of mist took over the surface of the rock temple in just three minutes.
Fortunately, there are partitions on the second floor of the Rock Temple and the first underground floor, unlike on the first floor where every room is accessible.
Therefore, other layers were spared.
Moreover, there are no other dragons on the surface level, which is also a lucky place.
But looking at it now, all the rooms on the ground floor have been completely destroyed, and judging from the degree of condensation of the smoke, it is estimated that it will not disperse in a short time.
Even if they can really disperse...where can they disperse in this closed base of the Hundred Dragon Kingdom?
At this time, Angel and Laplace had appeared a hundred meters above the rock temple.
The two of them stood silently in the void, looking towards the rock temple with black fog billowing from all entrances and exits below. Their expressions were a little subtle... Especially Angel, not only his expression, but also his heart was very subtle.
His huge self-confidence, which was based on his cross-department practice of food magic, suddenly had a crack.
Could it be that... I'm really not suitable for food magic?
Even if you use props to assist you, or even use magic meat as a consumable for casting spells, you still can't change your fate against the will of heaven?
Angel's face was gloomy and his eyes were gloomy due to this sudden collapse of self-confidence.
Perhaps seeing Angel's gloomy expression, Laplace thought for a moment and said, "It was actually pretty good at first, but why did it change later? Did it trigger the 'mutation' effect?"
Angel originally felt that he was about to fall into the dark quagmire of unconfidence, but when he heard Laplace's words, he suddenly came back to his senses: Yes, it was good at first, and there was a sweet fragrance to accompany him.
, and the Phantom of the Rose is in full bloom, everything is going well, and it stands to reason that it will definitely succeed.
After all, he was just unleashing the lowest food trick, how could it possibly fail?
Therefore, the only possible reason for the current abnormal situation is that... he triggered the unique "mutation" effect of the secret box.
Just like what the seller Parrot said, he was making apple cider vinegar for his daughter, which was also a low-level trick. As a result, the "mutation" effect was triggered inexplicably, and a foul-smelling black mist appeared.
Apparently, he was the same this time.
Angel's originally collapsed self-confidence was rebuilt in an instant. This disaster was not my fault, it was a problem with the secret box, but my gastronomic tricks are still strong and high-spirited.
Laplace didn't understand why Angel's mood changed so much, but she did feel that the problem with making food this time was the pot in the secret box, not Angel's problem.
She doesn't know the food trick herself, but she has seen the wise master use it. Therefore, she knows very well that when Angel uses the food trick, the operating procedures are correct, let alone the lowest level of magic bread, how can something abnormal happen?
?
Besides, in order to show his solemnity, Angel also used consumables when casting the spell, which was a high-standard treatment. The failure was definitely not Angel's problem, but bad luck, which triggered the mutation effect of the secret box.
"What should we do now?" Angel asked softly, looking at the black mist billowing below.
To be continued...