However, the risk of flying upward is actually not small. The unknown "monster" is so dark that it may be blown away before it gets close.
Therefore, for the sake of safety, he had already wrapped the gravity veins all over his body when he floated up. If danger arises, he can escape immediately.
Angel floated up slowly and cautiously.
But just when he reached a hundred meters, a strange strong wind roared in. Before he could see the situation clearly, he was blown down again.
After spinning several times in mid-air, he finally relied on the veins of gravity to stabilize his body shape.
Ignoring the discomfort caused by the energy disorder in his body, Angel raised his head and looked at the deep fog above his head.
Just now, he saw the black shadow again. But just like last time, he was blown down by the hurricane brought by the huge "physical body" before he even got close.
Could it be some kind of external wind defense technique?
Angel tried a few more times, but it was the same every time. The opponent seemed to be blocking Angel from flying upward.
No matter which direction he went, as long as he reached a hundred meters, he would be blown down by a hurricane. He had fallen from the air several times, but still made no progress. In such a stalemate, he finally returned to the ground helplessly.
At the same time, Sanders, who was moving quickly in the thick fog, suddenly paused.
He always felt as if he had forgotten to tell Angel something? What was it? Sanders's mind was running rapidly, and after a while his eyes lit up and he raised his head to look at the sky covered by fog.
He remembered that he seemed to have just told Angel that the area in the Nightmare Realm was only a thousand miles wide, but he did not tell him that the height was only a hundred meters...
"It should be fine, right? Trying it once won't work. After Angel has learned his lesson, he probably won't try again." Sanders said firmly, treating it as a lesson for Angel to "learn from each experience and gain wisdom."
outdoor courses!
However, the fact is that Angel is now scarred, and the energy in his soul is shaking, as if it is about to fall apart.
If he hadn't encountered that weird wooden house, he might have just tried it once, as Sanders speculated.
But God is not as good as man. He was very lucky. The first building he encountered after entering the nightmare world was this stack of wooden houses.
Since there was no way to go to the sky, he could only return to the ground again. Angel walked helplessly into the fog. After a while, looking at the wooden house that appeared in front of him again, Angel felt chills all over.
This wooden house is like a lingering nightmare, standing in the depths of evil thoughts.
Angel hesitated for a moment. In his heart, he wanted to turn around and escape from here, but his reason told him that if he wanted to leave this loopy world, he had to face this wooden house.
Take a deep breath.
Angel straightened his back, straightened out his slightly wrinkled gentleman's uniform, put down his pitch-black tall hat, and walked calmly towards the wooden house. It seemed that, for Angel, this aristocratic gesture engraved in his bones was the most important thing.
It was like a sacred ritual that could dispel the uneasiness in his heart.
He knocked on the door with his fingers, and there was a clear knock on the door. However, no one answered.
Then he opened the door. The scene inside was the same as before. Angel didn't check it and stood directly in front of the oil painting.
As he thought, the perspective of the oil painting went one step further. It was like there was someone in the painting, following Angel's observation, walking step by step towards the castle bathed in the full moon.
Turning around and leaving, Angel walked into the fog again.
This time, he didn't intend to back down. He wanted to see what this painting ultimately wanted to convey, or what would be the ending of this painting?
Angel is convinced that this painting must have an ending, and when it ends, it may be when it shows its fangs.
Enter again and again and exit again and again.
Angel couldn't even tell whether he entered the same wooden house or a different wooden house, because the traces he left inside would disappear the next time he entered the wooden house.
When Angel entered the wooden house for the twenty-ninth time, the scene in the oil painting finally came to the door of the castle.
At this time, Angel discovered that the castle looked very prosperous from a distance, but looked dilapidated up close. The rivets on the wooden door had fallen off, and the corners were covered with spider webs. Even flying
The flags, curtains on the windows, etc... are also in dilapidated condition.
But this kind of dilapidation is not the kind of dilapidation caused by force majeure caused by war, but...
A castle that has been eroded by the power of time and naturally decayed.
"So, when I see you next time, should you show your fangs?" Angel whispered to himself.
Having made all preparations, Angel pushed open the door of the wooden house for the thirtieth time.
There was still no change inside. Angel looked at the oil painting with confusion and wariness.
The perspective in the oil painting is no longer narrowed, but the angle changes!
The door that Angel thought would be opened was still closed this time. The change of perspective was not that it extended toward the door, but that "he" raised his head and the perspective became slightly higher.
The last fang is no longer behind the door, but "above"?
Angel was full of doubts and left the cabin again. The thirty-first, thirty-second time... when Angel stood in front of the screen for the thirty-fourth time.
His pupils shrank suddenly.
The message that the picture wants to express finally appears this time!
The perspective in the painting, since looking up, is not looking at the sky, but at the window on the second floor of the castle. That window has tattered red curtains fluttering in the wind.
The angle of view slowly came closer, closer... Finally, I saw the inside of the window.
Inside the window is an ordinary girl's boudoir, but the perspective is fixed here, and the fixed object is a painting on the wall of this boudoir.
Another painting appeared.
When Angel saw that the perspective was fixed on this painting, he thought that there would be a recurring nightmare, just like what Jon said when he was a child: "There is a temple on the mountain, and there is a monk in the temple telling stories. The story he tells is about the mountain."
A temple…”
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But he guessed wrong.
When he saw this painting for the thirty-fourth time, he vaguely saw the content of the painting within the painting.
It was a typical portrait of an aristocrat, showing a blond girl with a bright smile.
"This is the clue of this painting? But, what do you want to express?" Angel pondered for a moment and left the wooden house again.
When he stood in front of the oil painting for the thirty-fifth time, Angel found that the painting within the painting had changed again, from a blond girl to a middle-aged lady, holding a suspended crystal ball in her hand.
This middle-aged lady is very similar to the blonde girl in terms of hair color and face.
It's like, the boyhood and middle age of the same person.
The suspended crystal ball indicated the identity of the middle-aged lady. She should be a wizard... Thinking of this, Angel was suddenly touched.
This small town shrouded in fog is called Witch Town in real life.
Sanders did not explain why it was called Witch Town, but according to Angel's conjecture, there may have been witches in this town. And the middle-aged lady who appears in the painting in front of her is a witch.
Could it be said that the woman in the painting is the origin of Witch Town?
But why didn't Sanders mention her, or even this weird cabin?
Angel stood in front of the screen for the thirty-sixth time with doubts.
This time, when Angel stood in front of the picture, the picture finally appeared disharmonious.
The original middle-aged lady has turned into a strange old woman with horribly sagging skin and wrinkles like withered ravines. Her hair is extremely dry and a hint of gold can be seen faintly.
She was wearing a wrinkled navy blue cloak, and her eyes were staring at the person outside the frame - Angel with terrifying eyes.
Angel was so stared at that he took a few steps back.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The strange old witch in the painting within the painting suddenly came to life, climbed out of the painting within the painting, and stood in the girl's boudoir.
Then, she turned sideways and smiled coldly at Angel.
She slowly activated the green light in her hand, and a green space door appeared in the girl's boudoir. At the same time, a green space door also appeared in the painting in front of Angel.
Angel could see that the person standing behind the space door was the old witch!
It couldn't be seen in the painting, but when the space door suddenly appeared, the aura of the old witch was kept secret, like a sea surging with terrifying waves, and strong coercion came out of the space door overwhelmingly, covering Angel's body.
Angel could feel the strong malice.
She will kill him!
The aura coming out of the space door alone is comparable to the pressure Isabella put on Angel back then!
This is because the space door blocked most of the breath. It is unimaginable how terrifying it will be when she emerges from the space door!
At least on Sanders' level!
When the old witch started to make some moves, Angel was already prepared, turned around and ran out.
He is currently in a soul state, and with the help of his gravity veins, he can temporarily resist the terrifying pressure of the old witch; but if she gets out of the space door, it will be difficult to say.
The only thing Angel can do now is to escape.
"You...can't escape, this is...my domain." A hoarse and unpleasant voice reached Angel's ears.
Angel ignored it and continued to flee.
But just as Angel was running out with his back to the space door, he suddenly heard a surprised "eh" sound.
Angel guessed that the old witch was playing tricks on her, so she didn't look back at all and rushed out of the cabin like a phantom and plunged into the mist.
But there was no movement in the wooden house for a long time.
The space door on the painting did not disappear, but the old witch in the girl's boudoir did not come out either. Instead, she frowned with a look of reluctance on her face.
She sealed herself in the memory of the past for an unknown length of time, sinking forever in the boundless cliff bank.
I finally found a Nightmare Watcher.
But why has it been marked?
She saw on the back of the Nightmare Watcher... a green pattern that was growing.