Main Text Volume Chapter 1381 Traces of the Dead

They were actually not far from the cemetery where Hua Que Que was. Angel came in to remind Bo Pota so that he could prepare in advance.

Bo Pota nodded gratefully: "I know, and... thank you."

Bo Pota remembered all the things, whether it was the news about Hua Que Que brought to her, or the help that Angel had given him during this period, or the soul materials that he had bought for him.

Angel said without comment: "You don't have to thank me. This is the promise I made to you before, and I will not break it."

Having said that, Bo Pota was still very grateful to Angel, not only because of Angel's trustworthiness, but also because of his help to Hua Que Que.

Bo Pota wanted to express his gratitude, but at this moment, he suddenly stretched out his hands to cover his mouth, half squatted down, curled up into a ball, and kept coughing.

After a series of coughs, the dazzling red covered his palms.

It was all coughed up blood.

As a result, Bopota's already pale face became even more sickly pale.

Bopota wiped the blood off his hands skillfully, drank a bottle of prepared potion, and then said to Angel: "No matter what, I sincerely thank you. At least let me see Huaqueque before I die."

Angel looked at Bopota silently. His current situation is irreversible. Although this is Bopota's own fault, after all, he accepted the temptation of the demon god and consumed his body wantonly, so this end is inevitable.

The previous judgment was that he could survive for one or two years. But now it seems that Bopota's physical collapse has begun to accelerate.

Angel's eyes slowly moved to the other side, where there was a table and chair, a faint oil lamp that was still burning, a worm nest, and a notebook full of words.

"Given your current situation, I advise you to postpone your research on soft worms. At least you can live another year." Angel said. Now that Bopota's body is collapsing faster, it is probably because Bopota has put all his energy into researching soft worms. He has consumed a lot of energy and has very little magic power left, which led to the backlash.

Bopota shook his head: "There are very few things I can do to repay you. This is what I want to do, and it is what I want to do."

Angel looked at Bopota quietly, his eyes were firm.

"Whatever you want." Angel said lightly: "By the way, your complexion does not look good now. Are you sure you want to meet your sister in your current image? I can use illusion to help you change your appearance, such as your former self."

Bopota picked up the mirror, and his face was reflected in the exquisite round mirror.

Because his body had once transformed into an alien and collapsed, his appearance was completely destroyed and became extremely ugly. Coupled with the morbid paleness, it looked even more gloomy and terrifying.

Who I used to be?

Looking at the ugly face in the mirror, Bopota has even forgotten what he used to look like.

He should look pretty good now, right?

Then should he go to see Huaqueque with the face he had at that time? In this way, he can also leave her the best memory before his body collapses and his soul dissipates.

Bopota opened his mouth and wanted to agree with Angel, but in the end he shook his head.

"No matter what I become, it's me." Bopota: "I will honestly tell Huaqueque how ugly my distorted self, crazy obsession, and paranoid dreams will make me. I can no longer be a positive role model, but at least I can use myself as a negative example as a warning."

Bopota's choice is obviously to face his former self and make peace with himself.

Angel could see that Bopota had made up his mind and did not dissuade him. Good or bad, Bopota can make his own choice.

After informing Bopota of their location, Angel prepared to evacuate.

However, at this moment, Bopota suddenly asked: "Since we have arrived at the Black Castle, can I go out now?"

"Not yet, there seems to be some changes in the Black Castle. I will take you out after seeing Huaqueque."

"Changes?" Bopota suddenly became a little nervous, fearing that the established facts would go down the drain again, and hurriedly asked: "What happened?"

Angel thought about it and simply told the situation of the Black Castle.

"Have all the undead near the Black Castle disappeared?" Bopota frowned, "Although my sister is not a undead, she is also a kind of undead. Will it also affect my sister?"

Angel could not give an accurate answer. Only after arriving at the cemetery could he know the specific situation.

Bopota was originally worried about meeting Huaqueque, but because of Angel's words, he suddenly became worried and uneasy. While Bopota was experiencing emotional ups and downs, Angel pulled his mental power out of the bracelet.

Because Sanders, who went to sense the situation in the Black Castle, had opened his eyes at this time.

Angel noticed that after Sanders opened his eyes, there were some subtle emotions in his eyes. A mixture of concentration, doubt, and surprise, but there was no relief after seeing the truth, and his brows were even more furrowed.

"Teacher, what is the situation in the Black Castle now?"

Sanders pondered for a moment: "It's very complicated, and there are some doubts and some difficulties. The specific situation is difficult to describe, you can see for yourself."

Sanders stretched out his finger and pointed at the air, immediately causing a circle of space ripples. As the ripples spread to Angel, a series of illusions appeared in front of his eyes-

The black clouds were low and rolling. In the clouds, electric snakes occasionally showed their hideous heads.

Under the black clouds, there were rolling mountains. Among these undulating mountains, there were a large number of strange rocks standing, just like the terrifying hell imagined by mortals. These strange and sharp rocks were the magic circle that trapped ghosts in hell.

And on the top of these rocks, there was a huge castle full of weird atmosphere, standing alone.

It was like the mansion of the grotesque earl in a fairy tale.

Angel had been to the Black Castle before, so he naturally recognized this castle at a glance. It was the Black Castle.

However, unlike the last time he went there, the Black Castle was now surrounded by a large number of light spots, densely packed like stars, and the endless thunder snake lightning in the background complemented each other.

If you look at it from a distance, it has a different kind of beauty.

But when the illusion got closer, Angell discovered that these densely packed light spots in the Black Castle, almost layered without any omissions, were all emitting this faint light... Undead!

The undead that they couldn't find before turned out to be gathered near the Black Castle!

At a glance, it was impossible to count them. Ten thousand, twenty thousand... one hundred thousand, or even more? !

Moreover, Angell could see that undead kept coming up from the ground.

This completely surrounded the Black Castle, from the sky to the ground, and even underground!

"Is this the truth of the Black Castle incident?" Angell's eyes flashed with shock. Even if he only saw it from the illusion, he could feel the creepiness of being surrounded by countless undead.

"Maybe." Sanders saw more than just these undead on the surface: "There should be something wrong inside the Black Castle. There are so many undead, and no one came out to clean them up."

These undead are indeed terrifying. With such a terrifying number, even Sanders might not dare to confront them directly. However, it is impossible to clear these undead spirits instantly, but they can be expelled and disintegrated in a small area. But no one in the Black Castle did this. Looking closely, the Black Castle is like a real dead castle, without any living people.

"Indeed, and it is strange that all the undead spirits gather here." Angel pointed to a certain place in the illusion: "Although it is not very clear, it is certain that the magic array of the Black Castle that shields the undead spirits is still running. According to common sense, the undead spirits dare not and will not run to the Black Castle."

"The current situation is obviously wrong. Violating the laws of the undead spirits themselves, let them gather in one place, I can only think of one possibility." Angel said slowly: "Maybe someone is controlling these undead spirits."

Sanders nodded, and he also thought of this level: "To be able to control so many undead spirits, at least half-step legend is possible."

And it must be a soul system.

However, "King of Dusk" Isabel is actually a soul system wizard.

So, facing these undead spirits that can almost be said to be besieged, she can't just let them go.

"Or, are these undead controlled by Isabel?" Angell proposed another possibility.

Maybe Isabel is testing her own magic, or maybe she needs a large number of undead to experiment?

"These are all useless guesses. Just go and see." Sanders cast a nightmare illusion, covering him and Angell.

Angell sensed the illusion nodes around him and immediately understood the effect of this nightmare illusion.

A strange force field was set up around them, using illusion to cover up all the information emitted by the body, including smell, body temperature, sound, energy, pheromone, etc.

The means by which the undead detect humans are generally based on body temperature, light perception, sound, movement and energy. Now this illusion directly covers all of this.

It can be said that it is the pinnacle of the illusion technique that Angell has seen.

With this technique, it is possible to avoid being discovered by the undead.

After casting this spell, Sanders flew directly into the sky. Since something was obviously wrong with the Black Castle, they didn't have to deliberately follow the unnecessary etiquette. So, he flew directly in the direction of the Black Castle.

After flying for a while and bypassing a towering shrub hill, Angel saw the Black Castle covered with dots of "starlight" from afar.

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