Chapter 1000 Ancient Demon

Angel felt a little relieved when he saw that Sanders didn't mention the time thief again.

"Teacher, Mr. Wifet came here earlier and asked about the changes in the Kingdom of Evernight?" Angel asked.

Sanders nodded. Wifet also said before that he also asked Angel about this question, but Angel did not answer. Sanders also agreed with this. As soon as Angel answered this question, Wifet would definitely see the clues and refusing to answer would be the best choice.

"Looking at Mr. Wifet's reaction before, it seems that he is very satisfied with the instructor's answer." Angel asked doubtfully: "How did the instructor answer him?"

"What he wants to know is nothing more than two questions, whether the changes in the Evernight Kingdom will spread to Sidimosa, and the inside story of the changes in the Evernight Kingdom."

The first problem is that it will spread, and it will spread quickly. The second question is the nightmare world.

This is Sanders' answer. If you use too many qualifying words, Wifet may not believe it. By directly presenting the most sensational, but also true, facts, Wifet would figure it out on his own.

As for Sanders stating that behind the Kingdom of Eternal Night is the "Nightmare Realm", this is actually quite normal.

Because the wizarding world has discovered several colorful dragonfly nests, and there is a stable dimensional passage behind each nest. Although there may not be a wizard who can reach the nightmare world through this unmarked passage, once discovered, as long as there is a prophetic wizard to spy on it, there will always be clues to the surface.

What's more, the answer "Nightmare Realm" is also in line with Lapuye's prediction in "Frost Moon Secret Journal"

More terrifying than the Demonic Shadow.

If we say that the bottomless abyss is full of dangers, we need to be cautious every step of the way. Then the nightmare world is a nightmare that you can never wake up from. Once it sinks, it will completely turn into nothingness.

So far, the entire Southern Wizarding World has not found any world more terrifying than the Nightmare World.

With these two shocking answers, Wifet didn't think Sanders would lie. Although he wasn't necessarily satisfied, the core of what he wanted to know was already clear. As for the details that Sanders did not explain, although Wifet was very curious, Sanders was unwilling to tell them, and it was difficult for him to continue asking.

After hearing what Sanders said, Angel also felt something in his heart.

Probably only Sanders had the confidence to answer like this. If it were him, even if every detail was told, Wifet might not buy it. This is the confidence brought by strong strength.

Something happened here.

The matter of Wifet has come to an end for the time being. Angel originally planned to take advantage of the lifting of the martial law in Castlevania to complete the sequel task of "Monument of the Strange Ring" originally assigned by Sanders, but before Angel could start designing, , and was called to the study by Sanders.

"You have now hit a big barrier, which means you have to consider the witchcraft position." Sanders's eyes suddenly became a little dark: "When we were on Magic Island before, I also talked to you Having said this, I wonder if you have made a decision?"

Sanders did mention the witchcraft bit at the beginning, but at that time Sanders was hesitant to speak. Later, after Angel went to ask Flora, he determined that Sanders' unfinished words actually meant that Angel could choose an original technique.

It's just that original techniques take a long time, and now that the Southern Territory is in a stormy situation, Sanders didn't mention it.

Angel nodded: "I haven't decided yet, but I already have a preference in my heart."

"Witchcraft is a very important thing. It is best to choose the one that is useful to you. Illusion can be used, and alchemy can also be used." Sanders paused: "You must take the matter of witchcraft to your heart."

It doesn't take much time to build a witchcraft position. Choosing which witchcraft is the most time-consuming is because it is related to Angel's future path.

After leaving Sanders' study, Angel returned to his room and fell into deep thought.

He actually prefers original techniques, but original techniques are not easy to construct. Angel thought for a moment, wondering, how about relying on mysterious objects to inspire him?

…

Critical forest, cross-layer communication place.

A petite figure flew out in a panic. As soon as she landed, she lay on the ground panting.

Turning back to look at the slightly ferocious space crack in mid-air, a trace of panic flashed in those eyes that were usually full of jealousy. This is probably the most dangerous time she has crossed layers!

It was obviously just a cross-layer, and the distance between the space cracks was so short that it was almost negligible, but she encountered an unprecedented torrent of energy. At the right time, she was in the middle of the crack in space, and the torrent almost swept her into the depths of darkness. If she hadn't used a trump card, she would have been buried in the torrent at this time.

"Kuna's skin!" she muttered, her eyes filled with resentment.

Hundreds of years ago, she discovered a mysterious humanoid in the world of Loft. He was extremely beautiful, and she could not stand anyone who looked better than her, even if he was a man.

So she captured him, peeled off his skin from head to tail, and then woven a shell for him out of toad skin.

It's a pity that although the man was full of mystery, he was only a mortal after all. He couldn't adapt to the toad's skin and died within a few days.

Later she learned that the man was the last member of the Kuna tribe, an extremely precious race in Loft's world.

After his death, the Kuna tribe became extinct.

And she also knew at that time that the skin of the Kuna tribe had the ability to stabilize space, and through special methods, it could be used as a protective object when traveling through the plane channel.

It was with the skin of the Kuna tribe that she never encountered any accidents when traveling through the plane channel. It can be said that the skin of the Kuna is one of her trump cards!

But! But!

Just before, she was obviously just crossing a single layer of the abyss, just like the passage into the affiliated world in the wizard world. Logically, there was no danger, but she encountered an energy torrent!

That unprovoked, but extremely powerful energy torrent!

Even as a second-level true wizard, she seemed extremely small in the energy torrent. She was like a tree blown up by the roots in a hurricane. Without the roots in the earth, she could be swept to an unknown distance by the hurricane at any time, and finally completely lost her life.

In such a critical situation, she had to take out her trump card, the skin of the Kuna, and use its ability to stabilize space to allow herself to be preserved in the endless torrent.

That was a very short distance for a wizard, and for a true wizard like her, it could be crossed in the blink of an eye.

However, in her opinion, there was no longer road than this one.

Every step she took, the Khuna Skin that protected her was washed full of holes by the torrent.

At the last step, seeing the exit was right in front of her, the magnitude of the energy torrent suddenly became larger and more fierce, and the Khuna Skin was completely destroyed in an instant.

At the moment before the destruction of the Khuna Skin, she used a forbidden technique to barely get out of the cross-layer crack, and finally landed smoothly in the critical forest.

And that forbidden technique made her exhausted and unable to move at this moment.

However, compared with the side effects of the forbidden technique, her heart was hurt more deeply, especially watching the Khuna Skin being blown apart, how could she feel good?

This was probably the most dangerous and loss-making thing she had encountered in the past hundred years!

After calming down from the panic, she looked at the crack in the air and hated it. If this was man-made, she would have completely wiped the other person out of the world at all costs, even the soul would not be left. But such a powerful energy torrent is not something that anyone can control. If she blames everything, she can only say that she is unlucky.

She couldn't vent her anger and depression, so she couldn't help but scream.

The harsh and sharp voice pierced through the sky and echoed in the empty critical forest.

After a while, she gasped, and hatred flashed in her eyes: "Fortunately, there are people from the Watch Fortress nearby who vent their anger for me, and no one can stop me..."

Only destruction, dismemberment, and grafting can comfort her loss!

She has begun to imagine in her mind what method of torturing people will make her feel happy? Turning men into women? Let those chicks who think they are cold and pure have men's whips transplanted on their faces? Injecting the blood of the sheep demon into their bodies?

All kinds of "weird ideas" echoed in her mind.

However, she was only happily wandering in her own thoughts for less than half a minute, and the earth suddenly began to shake.

Her brows frowned, and displeasure flashed in her eyes.

What happened? Was there an earthquake? She propped up her tired body and stood up. The shadows of the trees around her kept shaking, and the fluttering branches and leaves seemed to be dancing, which made her very unhappy.

The stones on the ground were also constantly jumping up and down, making clanging sounds.

At first, she thought she had encountered an earthquake, but as the shaking became stronger and stronger, the shadows of the trees around her even became blurred, and the earth suddenly cracked.

The crack formed a huge deep pit.

At the same time, a huge breath drilled out from the deep pit underground.

At this time, she already felt something was wrong in her heart, it was not an earthquake!

The inexplicable palpitations made her feel cold from her back.

Things were far from over. The deep pit before suddenly erupted with fiery red magma, instantly igniting a piece of dead wood. And, with the sound of "clang clang clang", a giant hand covered with magma came out from the deep pit and grabbed the edge of the wall!

Looking at the giant hand that looked like a Titan, disbelief flashed in her eyes.

At the same time, a legend suddenly came to her mind.

She once found an ancient sacrificial scroll on an altar in the Black Water Basin. The scroll recorded a legend. According to legend, an ancient demon was sleeping under the critical forest on the third layer of the abyss.

This ancient demon, sleeping on the magma bed, has been sleeping for thousands of years.

No one dared to disturb it, because this is a demon lord who once fell from the throne!

Its name is "Manjimonye".

As she recalled, the owner of the "giant hand" finally poked his head out, even if it was just a head, it was like a mountain.

"Who... disturbed my sleep?"