Chapter 402

In the wizard world of the southern regions, the reputation of the black castle was once the same because of the legendary strong "bloody queen" Mary, but since Mary left the southern regions, the black castle has been in a state of green and yellow.

Until Isabel was born a thousand years ago.

With less than a hundred years of age, she advanced to the third level wizard and set foot on the road of true knowledge of the soul system. Just when everyone thought that Isabel would take over the twisted wizard basil and lead a new legendary era, she suddenly chose to leave the wizard world of the southern region. She has not been where she is, nor does she know life or death.

Since then, for thousands of years, no one in the southern region can win the legend.

No one knows where Isabel has gone, and no one knows whether Isabel will return to the southern region. Therefore, even if the dark castle is more open than day, even if there is an ownerless witchcraft garden in the middle world, even if Isabella is just an ordinary second-class wizard, no one dares to kill its edge.

Black castle has been quiet for thousands of years.

In particular, the real black castle in the inner world has hardly seen any waves for thousands of years.

To this day.

The place where the black castle is built is the minefield of the inner world. Here, almost 24 hours are in a state of thunderstorms, and there has been no sunny day for a long time. The forest here is called black forest; The earth here is called scorched earth; It has been dominated by darkness and lightning.

But on this day. When all the residents of the black castle lived as usual, the Leichi point suddenly changed dramatically.

At first, the air suddenly became stagnant for some reason. But most people are in the black castle and don't notice this.

Then, the dead in the black forest suddenly began to shiver. No one cried anymore and no one dared to show up. Today's apprentice who deals with the body bath, even if the big action is loud, there are no dead.

You know, usually when they deal with the corpses, they just make a little noise. The dead hiding in the dark are like mad dogs smelling the smell of meat.

But at this moment, they suddenly became abnormal. They looked at each other and didn't know what had happened.

When the dead trembled and hid in the hiding place, another change appeared. The thunder snakes in the sky suddenly became less and slower. In the end, all the thunder snakes that often showed their heads disappeared. Not only that, even the black clouds that filled the sky and pressed the city began to fade slowly.

In Russia, those who noticed this even saw the real color of the sky in the inner world through the black clouds.

- blue in black and gray, like a blue sky with a layer of haze.

The changes in the outside world are not obvious to the naked eye. At least many people have not noticed these changes.

Until... The black cloud dispersed, and a hole appeared in the middle. Endless ghosts drilled out of the hole, began to scream and scream, and then kept circling in the center of the hole to form a huge cloud cast by the ghosts.

At the same time, strange black and gray smoke came out from the black forest, cemetery and scorched earth. It was the negative breath of the hidden souls, attracted by the ghost cloud in the air when they were trembling.

The ghost cloud in the sky is assisted by countless souls on the ground. The original several kilometers of ghost cloud is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, from 2000 meters to 3000 meters, and finally even tens of thousands of meters, and is still bursting into the range of hundreds of thousands of meters, with no weak stop in the middle.

With the expansion of the dead cloud, the black and gray smoke on the ground is transpiration more and more, and the scream of the dead is getting louder and louder.

The wind was so strong that even the windows of the black castle were creaking.

Even the black castle apprentices who lived alone in their personal residence noticed the earth shaking changes in the outside world. Not to mention Felicia, Mrs. butterfly, who mixed wine alone in the hall on the first floor.

Felicia was still wearing a slim black dress. She moved slowly and gracefully to the door.

His slender hands held the door handle and suddenly opened the door.

The violent wind came from the pavement. Blow her ink dyed cloud hair back. The curly hair is like having vitality, bending and winding in the wind, stretching and shrinking in the wind. At this moment, Felicia seemed to be incarnated as a snake hair witch, with a trace of feminine tenderness in her terror.

In addition to the raging hurricane, the almost ubiquitous screams of the dead howled all over the black castle at the moment the door opened.

Felicia raised her head and quietly looked at the more and more dead clouds in the sky. In a moment, she suddenly aroused a faint smile.

"Alchemy omen. Good means. I really underestimate you." Felicia took out the crystal ball. With the surge of magic, the picture in the crystal ball began to change wildly, and finally settled in the blood prison, the negative ninth floor of the black castle.

Her eyes were not on Diablo, but on another place.

This is the source of the omen.

However, the crystal ball can't see the source of the abnormal omen, because it has been surrounded by the extremely strong black and gray smell.

"Only the props above the middle level can produce strange omens. They can refine the middle level props, and they can be refined in a short time. It seems that this unexpected primary school apprentice is not simple." Felicia thought on her face. She thought this guy might be an apprentice of the puppet master, but at present, it should not be.

The level of making magic puppets is very high, but when it comes to alchemy, it's not very good. By means of this little apprentice, if there is no accident, it is absolutely taught by the alchemist. Such a talent is definitely not an apprentice of the puppet master.

So, which alchemist disciple of sky Machinery City?

When Felicia thought, the cloud of the dead in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, and the scope of this alchemy omen had exceeded 100000 meters.

Angel himself didn't expect such a big vision.

Felicia murmured: "unfortunately, I played the wrong card. I chose to refine the props to restrain the dead at the source of the dead? Didn't he consider the variables of the external dead? These variables are enough to collapse the good situation."

Alchemy is like this. If any variable is not carefully considered and thought, the current situation will appear.

In so many places of the dead, I dare to refine the props to restrain the dead. Originally, it was only a kilometer of the dead cloud. Under the intensification of countless dead here, it finally became such a large-scale omen.

"In this case, do you want to break through the omen?" Felicia shook her head. It's a pity that this great talent.

There are also reasons why alchemists choose alchemy sites. Angel's doing this is completely a rash behavior. The main reason is that he has too little contact with alchemists and doesn't know much common sense. In the end, he can only bite his teeth and swallow it by himself.

Felicia put away the crystal ball. Since she couldn't see the specific situation of the blood prison, there was no need to pay more attention. Anyway, he couldn't break through this omen and ended up dead and seriously injured. The face of death is a little bigger.

Felicia turned and closed the door, ready to continue mixing.

But as she walked slowly to the mixing table, a pressure suddenly fell from the sky. She suddenly stood up straight with surprise in her eyes. Turn back and open the door again regardless of your manners.

She looked into the sky.

Tens of thousands of meters of the dead cloud suddenly began to shrink rapidly. At the end of the contraction, there was only 100 meters left.

A huge white space was left in the sky. The sunny day that had not been seen for decades appeared at this moment. Although the sky color of the inner world is not good-looking and still makes people feel depressed, compared with the rolling black clouds, such a haze day can be comparable to the most thorough blue sky in the midsummer of the surface world.

The white sky is a good thing in the eyes of all the apprentices.

But for Felicia, her attention was focused on the ghost cloud within a hundred meters. The concentrated cloud of the dead is so oppressive that it is beyond imagination.

Even she felt that if the dead cloud was a living individual, she might not be sure to win with her current strength.

"Good boy, even if you die today, you will certainly leave your name in the world!" Felicia trembled as she looked at the dead cloud in the sky. The clouds are still changing and gathering, and the pressure is increasing.

Felicia suddenly had a wonderful, bold, but absolutely unreliable idea.

If under such pressure, the little apprentice successfully passed the omen. Which class will the props he refined be? I'm afraid it's not beyond the middle level to reach the high level

What's more, strategic level? Or... To the mystery.

Felicia took out the crystal ball again and looked at the blood prison. The little alchemist was still surrounded by the smell of black and gray. With her ability, she could not penetrate the omen and see the situation inside.

On the other side, Diablo and another woman with black hair were leaning against the wall. Their faces turned white and even slowly turned blue.

Because they are the place closest to the omen, the place with the strongest wind and the most rampant dead.

They can't even breathe now, watching life go back a little bit.

Diablo didn't know that things would become like this. It was only refining a prop. How could such a violent state occur? In addition, although he can't see the signs of the outside world, does he experience less signs in sky Machinery City? From his current state, we can infer how cruel and ferocious the external omens are.

"Angel, do you hear me? Stop, stop!"

"I'm dying!"

"Where's the contract? The contract! He's going to kill me. Let him stop!"

"Damn it! Damn omen!"

Diablo shouted Angel crazily in his heart, but his cry was like a stone thrown into the sea. Once it sank to the bottom, there were no waves.

Diablo's eyes have begun to turn white, so uncomfortable that he can't breathe, and the pressure is so great that the blood is boiling.

He seems to see the image of his life from birth.

Diablo wanted to cry without tears. He felt that he had died unjustly. He had not been killed by Isabella, by Felicia, or by any soul chasing place or soul domain, but he died on his teammates!

Most importantly, his teammates refined props, and he was extremely supportive!

So, he actually died in his own hands? 8)

(Panax notoginseng Chinese ET)