Chapter 2635 Void Stairs

This time, the vine gave a clearer answer than before.

——The Ladder of the Hanging Prison.

But this answer... is useless! He also knew that the wood spirit was in the Ladder of the Hanging Prison, but where exactly is it?

Facing Angel's further questioning, the huge vine was like a confused snake, tilting its head in confusion. The emotional fluctuations transmitted, after Angel's analysis, probably meant: Why don't you know?

Angel just felt a little funny at the moment: Why do I know?

"I'm also dizzy and come to ask you. I think you haven't been to the Ladder of the Hanging Prison, how can you know where the wood spirit is exactly?" Angel sighed in his heart, then said goodbye to the vine and walked back to the depths of the gate.

After walking forward about 20 meters, Angel subconsciously turned his head again. But not far away, the vine still maintained the "doubtful tilt of head" posture, as if it hadn't figured it out yet.

Angel chuckled and thought to himself: Demonic plants are demonic plants, completely different from wood spirits. Even if this magic plant has lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years, there is still not much progress in the awakening of its spiritual intelligence. And spiritual life, even if it is just a stone that has given birth to a spirit, its initial spiritual intelligence is much stronger than that of ordinary monsters.

Just like the wood spirit, even if it has just been born with spiritual intelligence, it has learned a skill that is foolish but wise - pretending to be dead.

If the magic plant is in the situation of the wood spirit, it will basically not consider the difference in strength. When it encounters a creature approaching, it will not care and will just show its teeth and claws.

This is the difference.

Thinking so, Angel continued to move forward.

The road behind the door was obviously well-repaired, and with the defense of the magic plant, there was basically no sign of damage inside. There were even exquisitely carved candlesticks on both sides of the wall, but there was no lamp oil in the candlesticks now.

After walking for nearly a hundred meters, Angel finally saw the first landform change he encountered after entering the door.

A staircase leading up appeared in front of Angel.

This staircase was not too long, and Angel could see the end of the staircase at a glance: another door.

Fortunately, this door was not guarded.

Before stepping onto the stairs, Angel looked back at the vine in the distance for the last time. It still had the same doubtful look as before.

Looking at its "tilted head", Angel seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear: "Why don't you know?"

Angel shook his head and didn't intend to think about it anymore. Instead, he slowly walked up the stairs.

But for some reason, the less Angel thought about it, the more his mind ran to that place.

"Why don't I know? Why do I know?"

Angel walked up while pondering.

Suddenly, Angel paused, a thought flashed through his mind, and he raised his head suddenly: "Yes, why don't I know?"

He now had some reaction, why did the vine have such doubts.

Angel put himself in the position of a human from beginning to end, but he forgot that from the perspective of the vine, Angel was a "wood spirit". And isn't it easy for a wood spirit to sense its own kind? So, why don't you know?

Thinking of this, Angel couldn't help but laugh at himself: "So, in the end, I am the clown?"

Before that, he was standing on the high ground of superiority, looking down at the IQ gap between the vines and the wood spirits. Now he realized that when he looked down on others, others were also wondering about his ignorance.

After thinking this through, Angel felt extremely embarrassed in addition to self-mockery.

Fortunately, everyone else was in the exile space, and he was the only one outside, otherwise, he would be even more embarrassed at this time.

Angel was too embarrassed to look back at the vine at this time, and his steps were fast. He reached the door at the end of the stairs in three or two steps.

The door was pulled outward and not locked.

After confirming that there was no trap on the door, Angel couldn't wait to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Angel saw a layer of black curtain. Literally, a layer of black dark curtain.

There was a faint space fluctuation floating on the black curtain.

Angel hesitated for a moment, summoned a magic hand, and slowly reached forward.

The magic hand passed through the black curtain smoothly. At the same time, from the information fed back from the magic hand, Angel could confirm that the inside and outside of the door were two different spaces.

In other words, there was a different space inside the door.

The magic hand could be retracted smoothly, which meant that the different space was not one-way. This also made Angel feel a little relieved. If it was a different space that could not be returned, he would really need some thoughts to step into it.

With the temptation of the magic hand, Angel walked into the black curtain with confidence.

Angel's figure sank into the black curtain, just like passing through a layer of water film. When Angel's figure appeared again, he had come to a platform illuminated by fluorite.

The platform was not large, and the lighting range of fluorite was enough to cover it. Outside the platform, it was a vast expanse. There was no wall to cover it. Leaving the platform would step into a chaotic space similar to the void.

The only way on the platform was a void staircase that led to nowhere.

The stairs standing in the air in front of him and the fact that he was in a different dimension gave Angel an illusion that he had returned to the Hell Ladder in Nightmare Realm.

In fact, this place was too similar to the Hell Ladder.

Angel even suspected that this might already be the Hell Ladder? Could it be that this was another entrance and exit of the Hell Ladder?

Angel was a little confused for a while, but he didn't go into it. Whether this place is the ladder to the prison or not, we will know after exploring it later. The more important thing now is to release everyone from the exile space first.

Before, outside the door, Angel was worried that the vines could sense the situation here, so he didn't let everyone out. But now that we are in the alien space, there is no problem. No matter how strong the perception of the vines is, it is impossible to sense the situation in the alien space without a medium that is in two spaces at the same time.

As the ancient gate of the exile space was restarted, everyone filed out.

After the two apprentices came out, they breathed a long sigh of relief. Dox and the Black Earl were not unusual-of course, this excludes the Black Earl's suffocating nose.

After confirming that there was no stench around, the Black Earl finally took a deep breath.

"It's only been a minute or two, how come it feels like the outside world has changed?" Dox also noticed the changes around him, and asked Angel with some doubts: "Is this not a stinking ditch anymore?"

"I guess so, this is a different dimension."

After speaking, Angel briefly described the situation just now, of course, he would definitely keep silent about those embarrassing things.

"Behind the vines is a door, and at the end is a different dimension... So that's it." After understanding the current situation, Dox confirmed that there was no worry, and started his daily chatter again: "I thought you found a place to trap us to death."

"If you want so, I can try to trap you to death next time." Angel replied lightly, and then ignored Dox's chatter, and concentrated on discussing with the Black Earl.

"This place is very similar to the Suspended Prison Ladder recorded in the data, but the information I got is that the entrance to the Suspended Prison Ladder is under the statue, not like this." Angel looked at the Black Earl: "My lord, can you sense anything?"

Without the restraint of the smell, the Black Earl's nose can play a certain role at this time.

The Black Earl sniffed around and shook the stone slab: "I don't smell any danger."

Angel didn't know how the Black Earl judged danger and non-danger. If there was a magic array trap, could he smell it?

Although he was doubtful, Angel still believed in the Black Earl's judgment. After all, he was a big shot.

"Since there is no danger, why don't we go up the stairs to see if it is the suspended prison ladder? We will know if there are cells on both sides of the stairs."

No one refused. After all, they couldn't stay on the platform all the time.

For safety reasons, Angel rearranged the mobile illusion, but he only reduced a few layers of purification force fields to avoid hindering the Black Earl's sense of smell.

The suspended ladder looks dangerous, but when you really step on it, you don't feel much.

Not only is it more spacious than expected, but there is no soft feeling under your feet, which is almost the same as stepping on the ground.

The direction of the stairs was upward at first, but after walking for a while, the stairs began to "artistic madness".

Sometimes it goes up, sometimes it goes down, sometimes it curls, sometimes it wraps around... There is even a staircase that can be walked upside down.

This is when Angell has already felt the difference from the ladder of the suspended prison.

The empty stairs of the ladder of the suspended prison basically present an upward trend; while the empty stairs of this alien space seem to be an artist showing off his skills.

Apart from being dazzling, there is really no danger.

After going through a variety of stairs, they finally arrived at a new platform.

The overall size is similar to the previous platform, and there is also fluorite lighting here. The only difference is that there is a somewhat old humanoid alchemical puppet here.

This alchemical puppet stood motionless by the side of the stairs, holding a box in his hand. The shell is very delicate and bright, a bit like the surprise box of a circus clown.

The sudden appearance of the alchemical puppet made everyone stop and look at Angell in unison.

After all, among the people present, the only one who has the most say in alchemy is Angell, a member of the R&D Institute.

Although Angel himself had never refined similar alchemical puppets, he had communicated with many alchemists during his teaching period at Ashlie Comprehensive College, and he also knew a lot about alchemical puppets. The one who gave him the greatest help was Antonio, the "god" of the R&D Institute.

Although Antonio did not know alchemy, as the spirit of the R&D Institute, he had a deep understanding of alchemy through his ears and eyes, and the scope of his understanding almost covered most of the alchemical projects.

Among them, Antonio knew the most about alchemical puppets.

Because Antonio had a very unreliable boss-"mediocrity" Muse.

Muse was the kind of R&D genius who would retreat as long as he had a little inspiration, even if the outside world was flooding, he was too lazy to raise his eyes to care.

Fortunately, there was another very responsible city lord in the Sky Mechanical City, "Mechanical Beast King" Rosen.

However, no matter how responsible Rosen was, sometimes he might not be able to handle all the affairs. Among them, the affairs of Ashlie College and the R&D Institute were the most difficult for him to handle.

In this situation, Rosen could only ask the on-duty R&D Institute members for help, but the R&D Institute members all hated trouble, and even if they were on duty, they would find various excuses to shirk their responsibilities.

So, Antonio could only be sent.

Antonio is just a spirit after all. After managing the R&D Institute and the Fantasy Mechanical City, he has been unable to do anything else. With no other options, Antonio prepared a lot of alchemical puppets to use as his substitutes.

Therefore, at the City Lords' Meeting of the Sky Mechanical City, alchemical puppets often appear as the city lords. There is no doubt that this must be Antonio.

Therefore, Antonio has a very deep understanding of alchemical puppets.

Antonio is committed to the development of the R&D Institute, so he will do his best to help the members of the R&D Institute. Angel wanted to learn about the knowledge of alchemical puppets, and Antonio naturally would not refuse, basically teaching him everything he knew.

Therefore, Angel was not unfamiliar with alchemical puppets.

Although a lot of knowledge about alchemical puppets, like the spatial knowledge in his head, is only theory and has not been put into practice; but it is not difficult to make a comprehensive assessment of an old and outdated puppet.

After all, the knowledge involved in alchemical puppets is generally mechanical alchemy, and mechanical alchemy is the least old. As time goes by, mechanical alchemy will only be updated and updated. The ancient knowledge in the ruins will only make alchemists sneer at it, rather than rushing to it.

"Well-made, the puppeteer should be a master at that time. But now it is not good enough." Angel: "The style is old, the effect is single, and no materials from the Quest world are used, so it cannot be attached. There is no logic core panel, and it is impossible to provide timely feedback."

"The materials used are good, but unfortunately, these materials have signs of corrosion. Although they can be disassembled and used, there are other cheap materials that can be replaced, so basically... they have no value."

After Angel's comments, everyone no longer chased the ancient filter, and returned to a normal state of mind for this seemingly simple and quiet alchemy puppet.

Dox: "So, this puppet is useless?"

Angel observed it carefully again and shook his head: "It can't be said that it is useless. At least, this puppet is still useful. Without this puppet, our way forward will end here."

"What do you mean?" Dox frowned.

"Literally, this puppet is the key to unlocking the next step." After Angel finished speaking, he looked at everyone and found that everyone was still confused.

He thought for a while and said: "Then let me put it simply. In other words, this puppet is a... ticket seller?"

"Ticket seller?"

Angel nodded and pointed to the box in the puppet's hand: "See, that's the ticket box."