Chapter 320

"I'll give you five years. If you can take out 3oo ten thousand magic crystals within five years, you can take him away Lydia said.

For a promising alchemist, 3oo ten thousand magic crystals are not an unreachable number. As for the five-year time limit, it is only a driving force for him to push forward. Lydia's conditions obviously combined various factors and did not really embarrass him.

So Angel agreed without hesitation.

"Then I'll wait for you here. I hope you can do what you say." After Lydia finished, she flew into the air with ease.

Angel took Toby out of his pocket and whispered, "you wait for me outside. I'll be back soon."

Toby howled discontentedly for two words, and then took the lead to fly out of the fog and wave his wings to angel. It was obvious that he didn't want to be left alone.

Angel also doesn't want Toby to stay outside. Although Lord Jingji and Lord Shuling are there, it's hard to guarantee what Lydia will do. After thinking about it, angel asked Sanders, "mentor? Can Toby go in?"

Sanders passed a message after a long time: "I don't know. But there should be no danger around you."

After receiving this answer, angel felt a little relieved before waving to Toby and letting him stand on his shoulder. With Toby, if you encounter a parasitized mutant, its responsiveness is much faster than angel, which can buy him more response time.

One person and one bird walked slowly into the thick fog.

Looking at angel's figure disappearing into the fog, Jingji said to the tree spirit: "don't you follow him in?"

The tree spirit shook his head: "I don't want to go in myself, not to mention whether Sanders wants me to go in."

"Why?" Jingji suspected.

Shuling smiled brightly: "because I'm very optimistic about angel. His growth potential should not be consumed in swaddling clothes. If I go in, although I won't help him, I have no psychological worries and it's difficult to promote his growth."

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The fog is diffuse, and the visibility of the naked eye is insufficient. With a strange mood, angel slowly walked into the fog city that seemed to be abandoned by time.

It was early morning in the inner earth world. After the catastrophe, the street lights in the night devil city were not lit, so it was not only foggy but also dark. He could only rely on his spiritual tentacles to identify the surrounding terrain, and stepped into the city gate in the dark.

In the dark fog, people will inevitably associate with malicious ghosts, especially this dark fog full of parasitic madmen. Just think about it, if there are madmen peeping in the dark, it will be creepy.

The above is just the idea of ordinary people, and it is also what angel was worried about. But when he went deep into the fog, he was surprised that his worries had not happened.

His mood was peaceful, without any fear, and even vaguely happy.

This is very wrong. Angel knew it was wrong, but his happy mood still couldn't stop coming out. The darkness seemed unable to stop the runaway wild horse in his heart and took the fog as his mind to gallop on the green grassland.

Angel knew there would be no danger in the next step, but he still walked very slowly, very slowly. It's like an old man hobbling or a babbling baby.

It's not that he doesn't want to go fast, but that he is fighting fiercely in his heart.

Reason told him that everything was wrong. But instinct told him happily that this fog was a paradise and a pure land.

Reason oppressed him to stop, and instinct urged him to move forward. How fast can he walk in such a situation?

The narrow architectural streets and dense high-altitude corridors of the night devil city are like monsters with open teeth and claws in the fog.

Anyone, even ordinary people, has basic vigilance in the face of the dark fog. But Angel didn't. He looked at the changing shadow, as if he were watching two lovely black cat cubs calling to him.

Angel went on. In order not to be surrounded by mutants, he took the main road. Although it is not very spacious, it is at least much broader than the entrance of the street.

As soon as he stepped into the main road, angel was attracted by a strange melody.

"I am a happy little laborer. I change the streets diligently. The queen will arrive and see the streets change greatly."

Although Angell couldn't understand the melody and language, Angell received the emotion expressed by the melody. After reading this emotion, his face immediately collapsed: "if so, what queen!"

At this time, two strange shadows suddenly appeared from the front. Angel stopped and held the golden revolver in his hand. Toby also lowered his chest and looked like an attack.

When two strange shadows came out of the fog, angel frowned sharply. These two people are typical low slender Asians, adult men, short stature, but tall limbs.

As Lydia said, they were wearing bright clothes. The one on the left was a red and green Lingge Jumpsuit with a red hat, and the one on the right was a gradient Purple Polka Dot Hoodie.

Their movements are also very strange, like string puppets, with their limbs swinging in a way that ordinary people don't understand. At this strange oscillation frequency, their degree is not only dissatisfied, but even very fast.

Bright clothes, crazy eyes and strange behavior. Meet all the parasitic conditions, there is no doubt that these two people have definitely mutated.

As they approached, angel was ready for battle, waiting to reach the attack range and kill with one blow.

But just then, they saw angel and stopped far away.

The strange songs in his mouth also stopped.

He bowed to angel, like the curtain call ceremony of circus clowns, and then they slowly retreated into the fog and disappeared.

In this process, the ballad style in their mouth has also changed, and the inherent emotion is no longer singing about the queen, but praising Sava.

"Hometown is far away, noble Sava. Instead of the queen, her eyes are stars and her gaze is starlight. Sava, Sava, your excellency, have the honor to be illuminated by glory."

With a flattering song, two parasitic people left angel's sight.

At this time, angel could no longer deceive himself and others. First, he sang the queen and then praised Sava. All of them no longer told angel that these mutated people were "masterpieces" after Angel opened the nightmare world.

Along the way, angel met several waves of mutants, but these "clowns" changed their crazy appearance when they saw him, respectfully like nobles encountered by civilians.

But even though they respect the identity of angel's "shava", whenever he wants to communicate with them, whether in language or emotion, they have no echo. They just disappear into the fog when they see him close. Angel wanted to catch up, but he couldn't keep up with them because of the fog.

"That's not right." After Ingres entered, from the abnormal psychological pleasure to the mutant's respectful bow to him, it seemed extremely absurd.

Sometimes Angel felt that those people were not really in awe of him, but in awe of an existence called "Sava". But who's Sava? Angel has no clue.

Angel stopped. This is a residential center in the corner of night demon city. There is a fountain statue of the goddess holding the bow.

Before the arrival of angel, nearly 100 people were reveling, singing and dancing in front of the statue. It was crazy like a pious ceremony. But as soon as he approached, everyone praised the arrival of "Sava", and then slowly retreated. When Angel entered the statue, there was no one around, quiet as a cemetery.

"Come out! Why are you hiding from me?" Angel shouted, "I order you out in the name of... Sava!"

No one answered.

Mingming angel wants to be angry and release his anger in his mouth, but he too enjoys the peace, loneliness and inner peace of walking in the night devil City, which makes him feel very relaxed. This is a contradictory emotion.

Angel leaned back against the statue with some despondency.

"What are you doing?"

The low voice, which had not been heard for a long time, broke angel's inner peace and appeared in his ear out of thin air.

"Mentor, I feel very wrong." Angel whispered out his feelings in his heart: "... I should be afraid, angry and fight. But I can't work hard. It makes me feel at ease here, just like, just like, just like the soul has been comforted."

Sanders was silent for a long time before he said to him, "don't be affected by unprovoked emotions. The reason why you feel wrong is simply that your reason is restraining your instinct. Relax, and you can take this place as a paradise."

"But you should remember that the paradise is always someone else's paradise. Children can play happily when they arrive at the paradise. But after playing, they still have to go home."

Speaking of this, Sanders's voice suddenly softened: "relax, it's not appropriate for red lotus to describe the night devil city as a ghost. The reason why I haven't contacted the outside world for a long time is not that I can't, but that I know it's not as difficult as I thought."

"Angel, do you know why I called you?"

Angel said, "because I made it here?"

Sanders: "of course not. Every cause doesn't necessarily have an inevitable result. Every chance doesn't necessarily have a real inducement. Even if the original source is you, after half a month, various non inevitable conditions are not enough to make you the cause of this disaster."

Angel doesn't understand.

"I called you because only you can wake them up. All the people who are parasitized are not dead, they are just sleeping. The parasite acts instead of them, but does not really kill them, because once the host dies, it is not easy for the parasite to find the next host and then merge the spirit."

"If you can wake them up, it's not a disaster. On the contrary, it's a good thing because the parasite strengthens the body of the host."

Those mutated people didn't die? Just waiting for him to wake up? When Angel heard this, his first thought was not to unload his psychological burden, but... Millions of people in the night devil city. He would wake up one by one. Wouldn't he be tired to death?! eight