Chapter 3217: Wasteland and Coniferous Forest

In the void of consciousness, countless stars turned into a mirror of flowing light.

Angel looked at the mirror, and his current appearance was clearly reflected in the mirror. However, in the center of his body representing the anchor point, there was an obvious bright light spot. It was like a light path spreading out from the darkness, emitting countless subtle rays of light inside, forming a complete body.

I think this light spot is the spiritual light containing consciousness that Laplace said.

Angel reached out and slowly touched the position of the light spot in the mirror.

His fingers did not touch any real objects, but went straight through the moment they touched the mirror. With circles of ripples, Angel felt the familiar suction.

He did not resist this suction, and let it float into the mirror with this body.

When he entered the mirror, Angel felt that he was falling, and all kinds of strange pictures began to appear around him, some were surrounded by stars, some were mottled light and shadow, and some were intertwined star roads... But these pictures began to become more and more unreal as Angel continued to fall.

When the illusion reached the end, the buds of reality began to grow.

Angel also opened his eyes at this moment.

Then, he saw a bright full moon.

But this "full moon" was very close to him, as if it was right in front of him.

Just as Angel was staring at this huge full moon, for some reason, an ancient tree surrounded by colorful rainbow mist slowly emerged in the center of the full moon.

Angel blinked, and the tree disappeared in the full moon again, as if everything before was his imagination.

Angel continued to stare at the full moon with doubts, but the full moon also began to slowly become dark, as if a layer of dark clouds appeared, covering the bright jade plate.

When the full moon was completely immersed in darkness, Angell felt weightlessness and falling again.

Moreover, the speed of falling was faster than before.

Angell could even hear the long whistling sound around him, like the sound of the wind, and the howling of some animals.

After a few seconds, Angell finally stood still. This time, unlike the previous standing in the void of consciousness, he was really standing on the "earth".

Behind him was an endless wasteland, and in front of him was the rolling black coniferous forest mountain.

However, these coniferous forests looked a little strange, like cones growing out of the earth, without any branches or forks.

Where is this? Angell was a little confused. Didn't he say he was going to the place where Laplace's body was? Didn't he say he was going to see the paintings? How did he come to this dark wasteland?

"Laplace?" Angell tried to shout.

Soon, a familiar voice sounded behind him: "I'm here."

Angell looked back and saw that Laplace had appeared in the wasteland without knowing when, and walked to his side step by step.

It's just that the "Laplace" in front of him is a little different from the one he usually sees.

The face is still the same, but this Laplace no longer has long silver-white hair, but has become ink-like black hair. ——Although the hair is still the same length, and it is also curled up, and she uses it as a chair.

In addition to the different hair color, Laplace's pupils have also changed. Before, they were heterochromatic pupils, but now they have become light golden eyes.

Golden eyes and black hair, inexplicably have a sense of mystery,

"You..." Angel sorted out the words: "You also made a body for yourself?"

Laplace frowned: "The words you use are as jumpy as always."

"No, I just borrowed a clone left here."

"Clone?" Angel looked at Laplace in confusion: "Where is this place? Why is there a clone of you?"

Laplace looked at Angel deeply, did not answer, but raised a strand of hair and put it in Angel's hand.

When the hair fell into Angel's palm, Angel suddenly heard a huge rhythmic drumming sound of "dong dong dong". This sound was like a raging thunder.

It swept across the wasteland in an instant, and there seemed to be no other sound in the world, leaving only the beating sound with drum beats.

This drumming sound was not only huge, but also seemed to have some kind of magic. Angel only listened to it for a few seconds, and felt as if his consciousness was about to be shattered.

Until Laplace let the hair fall from Angel's palm, the huge drumming sound around him disappeared silently. And the sense of tearing consciousness slowly recovered.

Angel looked at the inconspicuous strand of hair with a puzzled look... Why did he hear such a terrifying beating sound just by touching the hair?

What exactly is this sound?

What does Laplace want to express?

"Have you thought of anything?" Laplace suddenly asked.

What did I think of? Angel pondered for a moment, looked at Laplace, and said truthfully: "The sound just now gave me a terrifying feeling, but it has a rhythm and regularity, a bit like... a heartbeat?"

Laplace nodded gently: "Yes, it is a heartbeat."

"Then what?"

After getting a positive answer, Angel frowned, and a bolder idea appeared in his mind: "Is it your heartbeat?"

Laplace nodded again.

"The heart beats like a drum, all over the wasteland..." Angel murmured in a low voice, "I remember you said before that two thousand years ago, Tunita of the Crystal-Eyed Tribe fell into the trap of chasing the legendary Mirror Demon. The Sea of ​​Empty Mirrors was saved by you; and it stayed in your body for several days. "

When Angel read this, he raised his head and said, "Am I in your body just like Tunita?"

"This wasteland, this needle forest mountain, is your true body?"

When Angel said it to the end, his brows became more and more wrinkled and his voice became louder and louder, which showed his inner surprise.

But Laplace remained calm from beginning to end. After Angel finished speaking, he said calmly: "You are right, you are indeed in my body now. However, you have two things to say. Wrong."

"First, you are different from Tunita. He came from the original body, but you are still just a point of consciousness."

"Second, the wasteland and this taiga are just part of my identity."

In short, Laplace's body is bigger than Angel imagined. As for the specific size, Laplace did not give a comparison, but simply said, "You will know later."

When Angel confirmed that he was in Laplace's true body, he was not only surprised, but also filled with emotion and regret.

What makes me sigh is naturally the hugeness of Laplace's body.

Unfortunately... he didn't see Laplace's true form.

Angel had heard many rumors about Laplace's body, saying that it was like a giant whale, and that it was like a monster in the void. In short, it was huge and indescribable.

Angel originally thought that he would be able to see the specific appearance of Laplace this time, but who knew, he skipped the outline and landed on Laplace's body. This is not without regret.

Just when Angel's inner emotions were going crazy, the huge full moon he saw before suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Before I landed here, I saw a huge full moon." Angel murmured in a low voice: "There should be no moon in the sea of ​​​​empty mirrors, right? Even if it is a memory projection, it shouldn't be so real, and... it's very... close."

"This full moon..." Angel hesitated for two seconds, and finally asked his doubts: "Is it your eyes?"

Although Angel didn't know how big Laplace was, from the height of his fall and the size of the full moon, he guessed...could the full moon be Laplace's eyes?

Laplace nodded slightly: "Yes."

It is indeed the eyes!

Because he was in Laplace's body, Angel was already shocked. Now when he heard that the huge "full moon" was actually Laplace's eyes, he was still surprised. But it's much calmer than before.

Angel felt that the fact that he could accept this "horrifying" fact so calmly had a lot to do with Laplace blocking his perception.

If he could still sense the outside world now, whether it was the terrifying heartbeat before, the energy tide that might be permeating the surroundings, or the aura of Laplace's own body, he would probably be washed away into an idiot.

But now he is completely unable to perceive the surrounding environment and can only see with the naked eye, which relieves a lot of unnecessary troubles and emotions.

He finally understood why Laplace blocked his perception. It was all with good intentions.

Angel was sighing in his heart, but he still kept asking questions.

"I was under the full moon just now... In your eyes, I saw a huge tree, and there seemed to be a rainbow-like mist. What was that?" Angel asked curiously.

Laplace pondered for a long time this time before speaking: "This is the embodiment of some of my abilities."

When Angel heard Laplace's answer, he immediately understood that his question was a bit presumptuous.

He originally thought that Laplace was planting trees in his eyes, but he didn't expect that it was related to Laplace's personal ability, which was definitely a private matter.

Sure enough, you should talk less at this time, especially in the boss's territory.

Angel was not reserved and quickly apologized for his abruptness.

Laplace shook his head, "It doesn't matter. I hesitated just now. I was just thinking about what to say. I don't blame you. Because this ability contains many effects, it is a bit troublesome to explain..."

Angel quickly said: "No need to explain, I understand."

"You understand?" Laplace was stunned for a moment.

Angel coughed, "I mean, with my current background, it is impossible to understand your ability. There is no need to explain, I can't understand it anyway."

After a pause, Angel quickly changed the topic: "By the way, where is the painting you mentioned? Let's go and see the painting first?"

Laplace nodded: "...Okay."

Next, Laplace leads the way.

He led Angel into the dark needle forest.

It is worth mentioning that Angel originally thought this was some kind of coniferous wood, but after Laplace's explanation, these so-called coniferous forests were actually hair.

Moreover, these hairs originally grew very luxuriantly, and there were also a lot of hairs on the "wasteland" he saw before.

But now, there is a lot less hair, and then the "wasteland" appears.

As for why there is less hair? It was definitely impossible for Angel to ask this question, but Laplace took the initiative to tell it.

Because these hairs are one of the consumables of the body.

Although Laplace only has three active tenses at the moment, there are actually many abandoned ones in the Forest of Memory. Most of these temporal bodies are mixed with the hair of the main body.

In some cases, the main material is simply hair.

The more time he has, the more diligently Laplace plucking hair. And after so many years, there are countless abandoned, temporarily unused, and destroyed time bodies, which also allowed Laplace to carve out a wasteland on his body where no body hair grows.

When Angel learned that Mao could become a ghost, an Earth myth told by Jon popped into his mind, um... a story about a traveler who slays demons and demons.

Putting aside this myth, Angel also became curious about these hairs.

Since hair can be used as a consumable material to make a body, doesn't it mean that these hairs are extraordinary materials? If they are extraordinary materials, they will probably perform very well when used in alchemy.

When he thought of alchemical materials, Angel wanted to open his alchemical eyes and study these hairs to see where they could be used.

It's a pity that he is just a point of light now, and his perception is blocked, so he obviously can't use any abilities.

The scope of the needle forest is very wide. At least Laplace walked with Angel for five minutes without seeing the boundary.

In Laplace's own words: "This piece of

The hair in this area is enough for me to pick out for three to four thousand years. "

The area of ​​a coniferous forest that can grow for three or four thousand years is certainly not small.

After a while, Laplace in front stopped and whispered: "We're here."

Laplace made way and motioned Angel to look forward.

Deep in the coniferous forest, a small house appeared, and this house seemed to be made of some kind of crystal...

The shape and materials of the house reminded Angel of Crystal City.

"Could this be the house built by Tunita?" Angel asked.

At first, Tunita also lived on Laplace's body for a few days, and since Tunita is from the Crystal Eyes tribe, it seems reasonable for her to build a crystal hut.

Laplace nodded: "Yes, this is what Tunita left behind. Because it doesn't occupy a large area, it can accommodate the body and soul occasionally, so I didn't clean it up."

"The painting I mentioned before was also placed in it."

Laplace usually swallows the things fished out from the Sea of ​​Empty Mirrors directly into his stomach. There is a huge space in the belly of the main body, which can not only be used for storage, but can even be used to build a city in it. .

However, considering Angel's feelings, it didn't seem good for Laplace to swallow him directly. Then he moved the painting from his stomach to the outside.

The only man-made "building" outside was the hut Tunita left behind, so she chose to place the painting here.

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