Section 1250 Mask

The "demon god shadow" hanging high above his head suddenly disappeared, which was already an astonishing event.

But if you know that the reason why the demon god shadow disappeared was that someone killed the demon god's true spirit with one blow, then this matter is even more unimaginable.

Moreover, the incredible degree of this matter is beyond the measure of Sanders' strength. Just like summer insects do not know the winter cold, and human hearts cannot understand the divinity. It is completely two different things!

Sanders had guessed before that the man's strength might be very strong, but it was so strong that he still felt unreal.

But the facts were in front of him, and he had to believe it.

If killing Orusia and the demon god's clone was just a hole in the sky. Then, the fall of the demon god's true spirit is a complete change of the world!

Sanders now understands a little bit. When he was in Rasuderlan, the bird cage was broken, and the demons forced humans into an extremely cramped battle circle, occupying an absolute advantage, why did Lord Galar let them go?

Because, the true spirit fell... the world changed.

Sanders recalled that after leaving Rasuderlan, the atmosphere of the Abyss did change significantly, and according to all the people who stayed on Sky Island, they always felt someone was spying on them from time to time. At that time, they thought it was an illusion. Now, thinking about it, it is probably those powerful people who are following the map to find all the tracks of the Flameless Lord's true spirit before his fall!

Sanders' shock lasted for most of the day.

If it weren't for Angel 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 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 corpse of the demon god, the demon god's true spirit or the person in the nightmare world, it was not something he could comment on.

In the end, Sanders just sighed deeply: "Let's stop here today. I need to think deeply."

After Sanders finished speaking, without waiting for Angel to react, he gently flicked his hand and temporarily closed the gravity garden. Except for Bopota, both Sanders himself and Angell appeared in the room outside.

"You go and rest, everything... wait until tomorrow."

For Sanders, there were too many shocks today, one wave after another.

Each wave has enough terrifying power to submerge the South Region, and the waves pushed out by the tide have a tendency to get higher and higher!

With his endurance, he also needs to relax.

During the relaxation period, sort out these "heavy" news from Angell's mouth tonight. At least, first clarify the subsequent waves of the demon god, as well as the impact on the Savage Cave, Frost Moon and even the South Region.

Angell thought about it, the most important thing has been said, the two corpses have been shown, and the rest is the projection bloodline and the matter of the ancient cold ruins.

Sanders should have guessed the matter of the projection bloodline from the sudden increase in his physical strength; as for the encounter with Wardle and what happened in the ancient cold ruins later, it is not a big deal, it doesn't matter if it is said early or late.

Thinking of this, Angel nodded to Sanders and turned to leave.

Sanders looked at Angel's back as he walked away, and heard the sound of leather boots stepping on the ground from the marble corridor. As the footsteps faded, he lowered his head, took out a pen and paper, and began to record his notes.

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 alchemy experience.

Zslade left depressed, and Angel lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

He originally wanted to go to the Dream Wilderness, but after returning to the room, he couldn't muster the energy. Finally returning to the South Region, the tense emotions in the abyss were completely relaxed, and then came weakness and fatigue. Whether it was meditation or logging into the Dream Wilderness, Angel didn't care. Once he touched the soft silk quilt, he began to be confused and soon fell into a sweet dream.

When Angel woke up, the sky was still very gloomy.

He did not wake up naturally, but was awakened by some rustling outside.

After using a cleaning spell, Angel walked out of the room refreshed. He first went to Sanders' room, but a young magic falcon with a golden beak, black feathers and bloody eyes squatted at Sanders' door. When it saw Angel, the magic falcon made an "x" with its wings.

Angel knew this little magic falcon, which was Sanders' alchemical pet. Its action obviously refused Angel to enter.

It was estimated that Sanders was not finished yet.

Angel nodded to the magic falcon and turned to leave. When he came to the fork in the corridor, Angel was originally planning to go back to his room, but there was a rustling sound from the corridor leading to the front hall, which was the sound that woke Angel from his dream before.

Angel turned his head and saw a sudden sound of footsteps on the other side of the corridor.

The footsteps were very slow and carried a sense of twilight.

As the footsteps got closer, Angel saw a white-haired old lady at the other end of the corridor. She was carrying a basket and walking slowly. Because of the angle, Angel could only see a small part of the distance. Soon, the old lady staggered out of Angel's sight. But judging from the direction she was walking, it seemed to be towards the exit.

This old lady had wrinkles all over her face and looked very ordinary.

There was no energy reaction on her body, so she should be a mortal.

But for some reason, when Angel looked at her, he always felt familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere? But if I search the memory carefully, there is 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 ask Zislade to inquire, but he felt that it was a bit of a waste of time, but he was just familiar, and 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 directly to the room.

The first thing I did when I returned to the room was to build a "door model", and the next step was meditation. 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's 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 dizzy and 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 calm, as if he was just asking an 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 without talking, and even 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, but 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 what happened? 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.

A true spiritual tree, entwined with light and fire. The shadows of the trees disappeared, covering the entire continent. Looking from the void, only the shadows of the trees could be seen! What a magnificent and majestic scene this is!

While Sanders was still thinking about this magnificent scene, Angel 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 hair covering his right eye was gently blown up.

What was revealed was a blue right eye.

The color is deep, like the blue lake water shining under a clear summer sky.

However, this right eye seems to be slightly different? While Sanders was frowning and thinking, he saw a strange change in Angel's right eye.

A strange fluid suddenly emerged from Angel's right eye, and this fluid combined into a mask full of strange lines at an extremely fast speed.

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. But the strong color matching and contrast make people not feel the smile, but instead have a dark and weird sense of absurdity.

"The projection 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 generated when blood lines are fused. The specific effect... currently seems to be able to affect mental strength." Sanders just glanced at it, and the absurd facial pattern made his mental strength faintly fluctuate.

"Besides, if you use the power of nightmare to activate the 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 took back the mask on his right eye, and at the same time, started 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?