Chapter 3209 Mutation

Time goes back to half a minute ago.

Angel confidently made his specialty: magic bread.

Laplace also watched the activated secret box with interest, waiting for the final result.

At the beginning, everything was fine.

As the "Sweet Wind Honey Fire Sugar Spread" ritual took shape in the box, the porcelain box covered with rose branches began to spread illusions of various flowers, and a sweet fragrance floated in the air.

It seemed that in the next second, a shallow but sweet dream stream would jump out of the box.

Angel's expression was also very confident, everything was perfect.

But just when Laplace felt that the finished product must be good, the sweet fragrance in the air suddenly began to change, becoming choking and greasy, and the sweetness began to deconstruct, and the deconstructed taste became sour and smelly...

Laplace hadn't reacted until she found that the rose pattern illusion spreading around her began to turn black, wither, and turn black, and she turned her head suddenly and looked at the lid of the secret box.

At some point, the lid had opened slightly, and black smoke continued to pour out from the gap.

It was like the accumulated black ash, after hundreds of years of fermentation, was poured out directly from the mouth, turning into a black ash waterfall composed of mud.

Moreover, this black and gray smoke waterfall also exuded a disgusting smell.

Laplace couldn't even find an adjective to describe this smell.

She just took a whiff and felt a little dizzy.

"What's going on?" Laplace looked at Angel, resisting the discomfort and asking with mental power. —— She didn't dare to speak, for fear that the black ash would accidentally rush into her body.

Angel looked at a loss, turned his head and looked at Laplace with innocent eyes, then spread his hands and shrugged gently.

Angel didn't say anything, but the meaning was already very clear: I don't know what's going on either?

Laplace wanted to persist, maybe it was just the process that was not good, but the result was okay. But looking at the endless black fog in the mystery box, she finally made a decision and took back the three element clones, leaving only the wind clone representing the breeze.

"Lift the lid." Laplace said in his heart.

The wind clone hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his slender white hand and reached into the black fog.

In just a moment, the white hand was stained with blue-black dust, and at the same time, the stench seemed to have changed from smell to spiritual perception, penetrating into the skin and drilling straight into the top of the head.

The wind clone was instantly fixed in place by this ruthless impact.

Fortunately, she had opened the lid before she was fixed.

After the lid of the mystery box was opened, more and more terrifying black smoke and dust overflowed. Before, there was only a "waterfall" on one side, but now there are "black waterfalls" rolling down on all sides.

Moreover, even if the "Sweet Wind Honey Fire Sugar Spreading" ceremony has ended, the black smoke and dust in the mystery box is still constantly generated.

Laplace didn't know how much black smoke would be produced, but what was certain was that at the current speed, the entire barrier would be covered with black smoke in three seconds at most.

"Go!" Laplace turned around without hesitation.

He opened a gap in the barrier and took back the wind clone, but not into his body, but into a small bag made of scales.

Angel, who was in a daze, also reacted at this time. Looking at the gap, he directly released an illusory door, aiming outside the rock palace.

Laplace and Angel rushed to the gap at the same time and ran into the illusory door.

In an instant, their figures disappeared.

And all of this was taken in by Quintela. It was still wondering why the barrier suddenly had a gap, why Laplace and Angel couldn't wait to disappear... When it saw the foul-smelling smoke rolling out of the gap, it understood.

Because it was not careful for a moment, it took a deep breath, and the result was lung pain. But fortunately, it still had reason. It turned around immediately, opened a black gap, and got into the crack of space.

As a cave dragon, it was naturally good at space ability. It escaped faster than Angel and Laplace.

The only one left at the scene was Orsandro.

He was still leisurely tasting the wine, slightly drunk, and didn't notice the rolling black fog behind him, and Quintra who had already run away.

When the black fog turned into a wave and hit him on the seabed, Orsandro woke up suddenly.

But it was too late.

A strong stench rushed into his nasal cavity. This stench was like a smelly sock that had not been changed and washed for decades, and the smell of "rebirth" was suffocated in the boots full of bacteria. This "rebirth" smell is not a quantitative change, but a qualitative change that can make the land it walks on "fragrant" and crack under the running-in of time and the accumulation of countless bacteria.

The stench is like a sharp arrow, killing the sense of smell, piercing the brain, and piercing the soul!

One sword three times!

In just a moment, Orsandro was caught in a whirlpool of foul smell. He could no longer hold on to the bottle, and the bottle fell to the ground. Countless black mists rushed into the bottle, dyeing the liquid in the bottle with a dark black hue.

Orsandro could no longer care about his beloved being polluted.

He had only one thought in his mind: leave quickly.

However, he could not control space like Quintella, and now the black smoke had filled the hall and poured into the surrounding rooms, so it would be difficult for him to run away even if he wanted to.

But fortunately... he is the spirit of the book.

He can still escape into the book.

Moreover, he has always been within the range of the crystal book. As long as his legs soften, Orshandra will be inside the crystal book.

After he disappeared, he did not forget to close the pages of the crystal book to prevent the inner pages from being stained with more stench.

As for the stench stained on the outer shell, he no longer cared...

...

The raging stench fog occupied the surface layer of the Rock Palace in just three minutes.

Fortunately, the second surface layer and the underground layer of the Rock Palace have partitions, unlike the first floor where every room is connected.

Therefore, the other floors were spared.

Moreover, there are no other dragons on the surface layer, which is also a lucky place.

But as of now, all the rooms on the surface layer have been completely destroyed, and judging from the degree of condensation of the smoke, it is estimated that it will not disperse in a short time.

Even if it can really disperse... where can it disperse in this closed Hundred Dragon Kingdom station?

At this time, Angel and Laplace had already appeared a hundred meters above the rock palace.

They stood silently in the void, looking down at the rock palace with black fog rolling at every entrance and exit, with some subtle expressions... Especially Angel, not only his expression, but also his heart was very subtle.

His huge self-confidence based on cross-system training of food magic suddenly had a crack.

Could it be... that he was really not suitable for food magic?

Even if he used props to assist, or even used magic meat as a casting consumable, he couldn't change his fate?

Angel was gloomy and his eyes were gloomy because of this sudden collapse of self-confidence.

Perhaps seeing Angel's gloomy expression, Laplace thought for a moment and said, "It was actually quite good at the beginning, but why did it change later? Did it trigger the 'mutation' effect?"

Angel originally felt that he was about to fall into the dark quagmire of unconfidence, but after hearing Laplace's words, he suddenly came to his senses: Yes, it was good at the beginning, accompanied by the sweet fragrance, and the rose phantom was blooming, everything was going well, and it should be successful.

After all, he only released the lowest-level food trick, how could it fail?

Therefore, the current abnormal situation can only be... He triggered the one-in-a-million "mutation" effect of the secret box.

Just like the seller's parrot said, he made apple cider vinegar for his daughter at the time, which was also a low-level trick, but it inexplicably triggered the "mutation" effect, and a foul-smelling black mist appeared.

Obviously, he was the same this time.

Angel's self-confidence, which had collapsed, was instantly recast. ——This disaster is not my fault. It is the problem of the secret box. My gourmet magic is still strong and vigorous.

Laplace did not understand why Angel's mood changed so much, but she did think that the problem with the food making this time was the fault of the secret box, not Angel's problem.

She herself did not know the gourmet magic, but she saw the wise master use it. Therefore, she knew very well that Angel's operation process was correct when using the gourmet magic, not to mention that it was just the lowest level of magic bread, how could there be any abnormality?

Besides, in order to show his solemnity, Angel also used consumables when casting the spell, which was a high-standard treatment. Failure is definitely not Angel's problem, it was bad luck that triggered the mutation effect of the secret box.

"What should I do now?" Angel asked softly, looking at the rolling black fog below.

Although he rebuilt his confidence, he still felt at a loss in the face of the surging stinking fog and the rock palace surrounded by the stench.

After all, this is the territory of the mirror dragon. How should it end when such a stinking disaster suddenly occurs?

Laplace pondered for a moment: "When we visited the Rock Temple before, we confirmed that besides us, there were only Olsandro and Quintela on the first floor."

Angel silently added: "And the ice cloud."

"Don't count the ice cloud. Just talking about Olsandro and Quintela, one can hide in the crystal book, and the other can open up space at any time, so they should be fine." Laplace: "So, you don't have to worry too much. As long as you find a way to get rid of these black smoke, you will be fine."

As Laplace said, he took out the scale bag that had previously contained the wind clone.

As soon as the bag fell, the wind clone immediately appeared in front of them... 20 meters away.

The previous wind clone had clear eyes, surrounded by breeze, accompanied by clouds and mist, and a puffy skirt like cotton candy, which looked pure and elegant.

At this time, the wind body of the wind had dark blue hands, gray air lingering, and the pure white cotton of the puffy skirt was also stained with a layer of dust. The whole person looked like he came out of a coal room, and his eyes were dull like a puppet.

This is just the appearance.

Not to mention the smell.

Even from 20 meters away, you can still smell a faint sour smell.

But fortunately, it is much lighter than the smell in the rock temple before. It looks not as pickled as imagined.

Laplace carefully checked the wind clone, and after confirming that it was correct, he put the wind clone back into the scale bag.

"I just checked it carefully. This mutation is not as strong as the apple cider vinegar mutation that the parrot said." Laplace: "Although it is also very smelly, this kind of smell is only on the surface and has not penetrated into the soul."

"Moreover, according to my judgment, even if ordinary people smell this kind of stench, they will at most faint, and they will be fine if they are rescued in time. For extraordinary life, except for a little stench, it will not have much impact."

Laplace said this because the parrot, the seller of the secret box, made a mutation when making apple cider vinegar, which can not only suffocate ordinary creatures to death, but also make extraordinary creatures faint if they are not careful. The most important thing is that after being contaminated with black fog, the body will be filled with the lingering stench for the next year or so. This stench is not only lingering at the tip of the nose, but also corroding the soul.

But this time is different. Laplace checked the wind clone and found that it did not have the power of apple cider vinegar mutation.

Although it stinks, it will not linger for a year or so. As long as it is carefully cleaned, it will not take long to completely remove the odor.

In general, this is good news.

Now they only need to consider how to get rid of the black fog in the rock palace...

While Angel and Laplace were discussing in a low voice, a crack suddenly appeared nearby, and then the crack slowly opened, and a familiar figure walked out of the crack.

The person who came was Quintela.

As soon as Quintela appeared, he brought out a faint smell of stinky socks.

But the smell was very light, it should have been treated and was still within the tolerance range. So, even if Angel smelled it, he would pretend that he didn't smell it.

Besides, the smell on the other person was his own fault, and he didn't dare to show any abnormality now.

Quintela originally appeared angrily, especially when he saw the rock palace shrouded in black fog below, he was even more angry. But when his eyes met Laplace, the angry heart seemed to be poured with cold water and calmed down a little.

"Can you tell me, what happened? Why did this happen?" Quintela looked straight at Angel. It's not that it found out that Angel was the instigator, but it didn't dare to look at Laplace, and could only stare at Angel.

Quintela: "Is this a protest against our hospitality?"

Angel frowned silently and whispered: "Not really, the specific situation is actually like this..."

After Quintela appeared, Angel informed Laplace, so he explained the matter very quickly, and finished the matter in just a few words.

He told all the truth, without hiding anything. ... And because there was no need to hide it.

The only difference was: the reason for using the secret box.

Angell said, "We heard your conversation with Orsandro. Indeed, wine without food is not good. I just bought a gourmet item not long ago, so I thought I would make food to pair with your wine and food... Unexpectedly, it triggered a very small probability of mutation."

Because what Angell said was all the truth, only the cause was slightly modified, and with Laplace's endorsement, Quintella also saw that Angell was not lying.

And Angell also vowed, "The secret box is still in the Rock Temple. After cleaning up the black smoke, you will know when you go to see it."

Knowing that Angell didn't even take out the secret box, Quintella also felt that what Angell said should be true.

Good intentions, but bad luck, led to deviations in the results.

Quintella's expression was slightly relieved, and he asked, "Have you found a way to dispel the fog now? Lady Morian will be back soon. If she smells the smell here, it will be bad."

Angel nodded, "The method, I have already thought of a way to get out..."