Chapter 283

After Sanders cut off the evil nightmare, he melted it into angel's body.

He has been in a strange state.

Before Angel suffered the nightmare, Sanders told him that he would fall into all kinds of psychedelic and false illusions. These illusions may be the most desired thing in his heart. Don't indulge in them, otherwise he may never wake up.

However, the dreamland that Sanders earnestly reminded did not appear.

He just fell into a very shallow sub coma. He could hear all the sounds of the outside world, but he couldn't wake up.

He heard Sanders say... Felicia has gone to the glory world, and greya may not be dead. Although he did not know the turning point between the two events, there was no doubt that it was good news.

He also heard flora speak ill of him behind her back.

He also heard that Sanders was bidding for the blind man. Unfortunately, he didn't get it in the end and was taken first by Lord Honglian.

Angel heard a lot about the outside world, but he still couldn't move.

At a certain point in time, angel suddenly felt uncomfortable, his blood flow accelerated, and his mental strength was severely consumed.

Especially near the butterfly bone on the back, sometimes it is burning and sometimes itching.

Under such circumstances, angel ignored what the outside world was saying and focused all his attention on the strange reaction of the body.

Angel curled up his spirit in the thinking space. Then wait silently, waiting for a fantasy to come, waiting for himself to be pulled into a real fantasy, waiting for him to break out of the cocoon and inherit the new nightmare.

However, until the gorgeous nightmare environment was integrated into his body, the "fantasy world that made him addicted" he was waiting for still didn't come.

He didn't feel anything except the itching and pain of the butterfly bone on his back.

"Today's auction is over!"

When the evil and nightmare environment was completely integrated, angel came out of the preparation for war. At the right time, the voice of the twilight came into his ears.

Angel heard the hammering sound of twilight's final auction: is it finished? What was the last auction? Hope is a weapon against the dead.

Angel still couldn't wake up and was still in a state of half waking and half dreaming.

He heard Sanders talking to twilight and seemed to be trading something. Later, a rough male voice talked warmly with sanders and invited him to drink somewhere... Then angel now entered a quiet and empty place.

He heard birds and animals roaring.

He smelled the smell of plants and flowers.

He felt a tremor in the depths of his soul.

Angel is very excited. All these signs... Is it a long-awaited dreamland that finally enjoys patronizing?

But in the end, Angell was disappointed. Dreamland still didn't punish him.

……

I don't know how long later, angel stretched out and sat up with a bleary face.

As soon as Fu opened his eyes, angel felt something different.

He lay on a stone bed surrounded by trees with birds and flowers. There are bookshelves, tables and a pile of messy items beside the stone bed.

"Tables and bookshelves in the open air? Is there something wrong? Aren't you afraid of the wind and rain?" Angel muttered and went to the table.

There was a stack of text on the desk. On the top was a letter. The envelope had been opened and the white stationery was put aside.

"Your Excellency Munch has arrived at XXX and invited the phantom to XXX..."

There are several special symbols that angel did not interpret. They are wrapped with magic. They are a kind of cipher text.

Angel stretched out his spiritual tentacle, felt the magic lines on the password text, and began to analyze the password according to the lines on it.

But before angel could parse out the password, the immediate environment suddenly changed.

He appeared... Hundreds of meters in mid air.

However, he did not fall down, but was held by the back neck collar, like a cub caught by a mother cat, with loose limbs and eyes.

Angel, the "mother cat" who grabbed him, turned his head slowly, faced a handsome but expressionless cold face and smiled:

"Guide... Mentor."

It was Sanders who carried him.

Sanders raised his eyebrow: "you woke up very early."

He didn't ask whether angel had succeeded in integration, because the special smell scattered on angel alone showed everything.

Angel turned around and looked under his feet.

Time: night.

Location: it seems to be over the twilight well.

Angel smiled pleasantly, "mentor, how long have I been in a coma? Was I in... Your witchcraft garden just now?"

Sanders gave an "en".

"You've only been unconscious for three hours. I'm going back to the savage cave now." Sandton paused: "now that you're awake, go back by yourself."

After that, Sanders released his hand and waved to angel with a smile in mid air.

"Wait... Mentor! Ah! Help! I can't fly yet!"

Angel had also wanted to ask Sanders about the auction, about Gloria, and about nightmare. But Sanders didn't give him a chance to speak at all. After leaving him, he turned and left directly. The figure soon melted into the dark night sky and disappeared.

Angel fell from a height of hundreds of meters with a mood of crying without tears.

"Alas... I have just saved the world, and I should have done this to me." Angel muttered wrongfully to himself.

Originally, Sanders was hidden on the side. If angel was really in danger, he didn't mind helping. But when he heard Angel talking to himself, Sanders' forehead jumped violently, cursed "deserve to fall to death", and then turned away without hesitation.

Through the troposphere, the degree of fall begins to increase rapidly.

Seeing that he was about to hit the ground, angel's face didn't change much.

He did not learn flying, but at least he had two High-altitude Falling experiences, although one of them was in the sound illusion built by Sanders. However, it doesn't matter. After these two near death experiences, angel has a perfect self rescue method for falling from high altitude.

A few meters from the ground, a wind tornado.

With the strength of the upward rush, angel easily completed an air rotation and landed steadily.

After Angel landed, he was a little proud for a moment and began to grope up and down. His bone card has been put back by Sanders, and the balance on the card is expected to be only three digits.

There was a soft bag in his pocket. I felt it a little. Everything he took at the auction was packed in it.

Toby was still curled up in his chest pocket. Judging from his physical signs, it didn't matter much.

Angel gently touched Toby's feather, with a smile from the corner of his mouth for the rest of his life, and whispered, "you can't be so impulsive in the future..."

After a while, angel returned to the twilight well.

The wizard market in the night is more lively than in the day.

Because of today's "heroic posture" at the auction, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, angel pulled up his collar to cover half his face, and then walked meandering towards the stop of the savage cave.

……

When Angel opened the door, the living room was brightly lit. David and Prometheus were sitting in the living room with serious faces.

The sound of angel entering the door caught David's attention.

He looked back and saw angel. His eyes immediately burst out with joy: "angel! Great, you're okay!"

"How did you escape?"

"Angel, why did you rush out? Lord twilight's eyes were so scary. I almost thought I'd never see you again."

David started nagging as soon as he saw angel. Angel didn't feel bored, but there was a trace of warmth in his heart.

David banged for a long time, suddenly showing a trace of guilt: "angel, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of Toby... Toby is gone... Maybe he was caught by Twilight adults."

Angel looked confused. Wasn't Toby in his pocket? How did you get caught by the twilight again?

At this time, Prometheus sighed slightly: "let me tell you. David took Toby out of the white fog and asked me to treat him. As soon as I stopped Toby's blood, I was stunned by the terrible pressure. When we woke up, Toby was gone."

With shame on his face, Prometheus bowed his head and apologized to angel.

Angel remembered at this time that after he had closed the two boundary passages at that time, all the wizard apprentices in the raging nightmare passed out, including Prometheus and David. At that time, he was worried about Toby's injury. After finding Toby from the unconscious David, he ran to ask Sanders for help.

I thought I would wake them up later, but I forgot about it.

Angel waved to them with a little embarrassment: "don't apologize. Thank you for helping me today... And Toby wasn't caught by the twilight. He's still sleeping in my pocket."

Angel skipped the nightmare world and told them about their coma.

"... later, when the blind man was auctioned, I also fell into a coma. I didn't know what the last auction was. I woke up not long ago."

"Toby's fine." David breathed a sigh of relief, and then suddenly realized: "I didn't expect that Lord Sanders saved you. No wonder Lord Honglian called Lord Sanders at the auction. It turned out that he was the owner of box 19!"

"Anyway, you're fine." Prometheus did not ask too much about the blind man, but whispered with a trace of emotion.

Angel also had a lot of emotion. He looked at Prometheus: "master, my promise will count. When I return to the savage cave, I will start to try to depict the prelude of extinction. If there is no accident, it should be completed."

Prometheus didn't really believe that angel could depict the prelude to death, but he didn't show doubt. He just nodded with a kind smile: "it doesn't matter if he didn't depict it. I'm going to go to sky Machinery City some days. There will be some there."

The enchantment of magic energy array is obviously not what a junior alchemy apprentice can do. It's normal for Prometheus not to believe him. Angel doesn't care about it. Everyone can talk big. In the end, it depends on the finished product.

For Prometheus, angel exchanged interests, so what to put forward is commitment.

To David, angel didn't say anything to thank him. He just patted him on the shoulder, but he firmly wrote down the feeling in his heart.

Thank you for your topic. That's it. It's rare to get together. Through the warm flame of the stove, I simply talked about some digressions.