Main Text Volume Chapter 320 Awakening

"I'll give you five years. If you can produce 3 million magic crystals within five years, you can take him away." Lydia said.

For an alchemist with a promising future, 3 million magic crystals is not an unattainable number. As for the five-year time limit, it is just a motivation for him to move forward. The conditions given by Lydia obviously took into account various factors and did not really embarrass him.

So, Angel agreed without hesitation.

"Then I'll wait for you here. I hope you can do what you say." After Lydia finished speaking, she flew to the air leisurely.

Angel took Toby out of his pocket and whispered, "Wait for me outside. I'll be back soon."

Toby howled in dissatisfaction, then flew out of the mist first and waved his wings to Angel. It was obvious that he didn't want to be left alone.

Angel didn't want Toby to stay outside. Although Lady Mirror and Lady Tree Spirit were there, it was hard to guarantee what Lydia would do. After thinking for a while, Angel asked Sanders, "Teacher? Can Toby go in?"

Sanders said after a long time, "I don't know. But there should be no danger around you."

After getting this answer, Angel felt relieved and waved to Toby, letting it stand on his shoulder. With Toby, if he encounters a parasitic mutant, its reaction speed is much faster than Angel, which can buy him more time to respond.

One man and one bird walked slowly into the thick fog.

Watching Angel disappear in the fog, Mirror Princess said to the tree spirit beside her, "Aren't you going to follow him in?"

The tree spirit shook his head: "Let alone whether Sanders is willing to let me in, I don't want to go in myself."

"Why?" Mirror Princess asked doubtfully.

The tree spirit smiled brightly: "Because I am very optimistic about Angel. His growth potential should not be consumed in the cradle. If I go in, although I will not help him, I will have no worries psychologically, and it will be difficult to promote his growth."

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The fog was pervasive, and the visibility of the naked eye was less than one hand. With a strange mood, Angel slowly walked into this foggy city that seemed to be abandoned by time.

It was already early morning in the center of the earth. After the catastrophe, the street lights of the Night Demon City were not lit, so it was not only foggy but also dark. He could only rely on his mental tentacles to try to identify the surrounding terrain and stepped into the city gate in the dark.

In the dark fog where you can't see your hand in front of you, it is inevitable that people will think of malicious ghosts, especially this dark fog full of parasitic lunatics. Just thinking about it, there are lunatics peeping in the dark will make you shudder.

The above is just the thoughts of ordinary people, and it is also what Angel was originally worried about. But when he went deeper into the fog, he was surprised to find that what he was worried about did not happen.

He was calm, without any fear, and even vaguely felt happy.

This was wrong. Angel knew that this was wrong, but his joyful mood still couldn't stop bubbling out. The darkness seemed unable to stop the wild horse in his heart from running wild in the fog.

Angel knew that there would be no danger in the next step, but he still walked very slowly, very slowly. Just like an old man staggering, or a baby learning to speak.

It's not that he doesn't want to walk fast, but that he is fighting fiercely in his heart.

Reason told him that everything was wrong. But instinct told him happily that this fog was a paradise, a pure land.

Reason forced him to stop, and instinct urged him to move forward. In this situation, how fast can he walk?

The narrow building streets and dense high-altitude corridors in the Night Demon City are like monsters with bared fangs and claws in the fog, waiting to be devoured.

Anyone, even a mortal, would be basically alert when facing the dark fog. But Angel didn't. He looked at the changing black shadows as if he was looking at two cute black cat cubs, calling out to him.

Angel continued to move forward. In order not to be surrounded by mutants, he took the main road. Although it was not very spacious, it was at least much wider than the street alleys.

As soon as he stepped into the main road, Angel was attracted by a strange melody.

"I am a happy little laborer, diligently changing the streets. The queen is coming and seeing the streets change greatly."

Although Angel didn't understand the melody and language, he received the emotions expressed by the melody. After reading this emotion, his face immediately collapsed: "Sure enough, it's that queen again!"

At this time, two strange shadows suddenly appeared from the front. Angel stopped and held the golden revolver in his palm. Toby also lowered his chest and made an attacking gesture.

When two strange shadows walked out of the mist, Angel's brows furrowed suddenly. These two people are typical low Asians, adult males, short in stature, but with long limbs.

As Lydia said, they were wearing very bright clothes, the one on the left was wearing a red and green diamond jumpsuit with a red hat, and the one on the right was wearing a gradient purple polka dot hoodie.

Their movements were also very strange, like puppets, with their limbs swinging in a way that ordinary people couldn't understand. At this strange swinging frequency, their speed was not only unsatisfactory, but also very fast.

The clothes were bright, the eyes were crazy, and the behavior was weird. They met all the conditions for being parasitized. There was no doubt that these two people had definitely mutated.

When they approached, Angel was ready for battle, waiting to reach the attack range and kill them with one blow.

But at this moment, they saw Angel and stopped far away.

The weird songs from his mouth also stopped.

They bowed far away to Angel, just like a circus clown's final bow, and then they slowly retreated into the mist and slowly disappeared.

In the process, the style of the songs in their mouths also changed, and the underlying emotion was no longer about singing about the Queen, but about praising Sharapova.

"My hometown is far away, noble Sawa. Check it out on behalf of the queen, her eyes are stars, and her gaze is starlight, Sawa, Sawa, the noble Sawa, I am honored to be illuminated by the glory."

With flattering singing, the two parasitized people left Angel's sight.

At this time, Angel could no longer deceive himself and others. He first sang about the Queen, and then praised Sawa. He always told Angel that these mutated people were his "masterpieces" after he opened the nightmare world.

Along the way, Angel met several waves of mutants, but these "clowns" all turned crazy when they saw him, and they were as respectful as the nobles encountered by civilians.

But even though they respected Angel's identity as "Sawa", whenever he wanted to communicate with them, whether it was with words or emotions, they had no response. They just disappeared when they saw him approaching. In the mist. Angel wanted to catch up, but was unable to keep up with them because the fog obscured his eyes.

"This is so wrong." After Angel entered, from the abnormal psychological joy to the mutants bowing respectfully to him, everything seemed extremely absurd.

Sometimes Angel felt that those people were not really in awe of him, but in awe of a being named "Sawa". But who is Sharapova? Angel had no clue.

Angel stopped. In the center of a residential area in the corner of Night Demon City, there was a fountain statue of a goddess holding a bow.

Before Angel arrived, nearly a hundred people were carnivaling, singing and dancing in front of the statue. It was crazy like a pious ritual. But as soon as he approached, everyone praised the arrival of "Sawa", and then slowly retreated. When Angel entered the statue, there was no one around, and it was as quiet as a cemetery.

"Come out! Why are you hiding from me?" Angel shouted: "In the name of... Sharapova, I order you to come out!"

No one responded.

Angel clearly wanted to be angry and wanted to release the anger he had held in his mouth, but he enjoyed the tranquility, solitude and inner peace of walking in Daredevil City so much that it made him feel very relaxed. It's an ambivalent emotion.

Angel leaned against the statue dejectedly.

"What are you doing?"

A low, hoarse voice that had not been heard for a long time broke Angel's inner peace and appeared in his ears out of thin air.

"Teacher, I feel something is wrong." Angel whispered his feelings in a low voice: "...I should be afraid, angry, and fighting. But I can't get excited. This place makes me feel at ease. Like, like, like the soul has been soothed.”

Sanders was silent for a long time and then said to him: "Don't be affected by unreasonable emotions. The reason why you feel something is wrong is simply that your reason is restraining your instinct. Relax and treat this place as a paradise. It's not a bad idea. ”

"But you have to remember in your heart that the park is always someone else's paradise. Children can play happily in the park. But after playing, they still have to go home."

At this point, Sanders's voice suddenly softened a bit: "Relax, Night Devil City was described by Honglian as being reduced to a ghost monster, which is actually inappropriate. The reason why I haven't done any outreach for a long time is not that I can't, but that I can't. I know it’s not as difficult as I thought.”

"Angel, do you know why I asked you to come?"

Angel said: "Because I created this place?"

Sanders: "Of course not. Every cause does not necessarily have an inevitable result. Every chance may not have a real cause. Even if the original source is you, after half a month, various non-inevitable conditions will Not enough for you to be the cause of this disaster.”

Angel seemed to understand.

"I called you here because only you can wake them up. All the parasitized people are not dead, they are just sleeping. The parasites act on their behalf but do not really kill them, because once the host dies, the parasites It’s not easy for living things to find their next host and then adjust their spirit.”

"If you can wake them up, it's not a disaster, but a benefit because the parasites strengthen the host's body."

Those mutated people didn't die? Just waiting for him to wake up? When Angel heard this, the first thing he thought of was not to relieve his psychological burden, but... there were millions of people in Night Demon City. If he had to wake them up one by one, wouldn't he die from exhaustion? !