"Is it affected by hallucinations?" He narrowed his eyes and circled around the door.
This black gate stands alone on the lake shore, with nothing behind it, just the back of an ordinary black gate.
Angelet returned to the front and looked inside the door.
The light blue ocean and the beach are as calm as a mirror. The sky is so pure that there is no trace of color or any white clouds. It just looks a little dark and empty, like a large piece of blue crystal.
The sound of the tide and the fishy smell of the sea blew into my face, bringing out the cold and humid air.
Angelet pondered for a while, stretched out his hand, and slowly but firmly reached into the door.
The feeling on the hand is empty, just like the normal air here. There doesn't seem to be any protective film at the entrance of the door frame.
Finally, with a look of hesitation on his face, he slowly took steps and entered the door.
Standing on the other side of the door, Angelet turned around and looked behind him. Inside the door was a thick white fog on the shores of Loch Ness, and nothing could be seen clearly.
The black gate here also stands alone on the beach. There is only such a black stone gate on the entire light blue beach. There is nothing else, not even half a stone, and it is a bit strangely clean.
Angelet's expression remained unchanged, and he gently circled his hands in front of his chest to form an eye shape.
Slowly chanting a low mantra in his mouth.
laugh!
A fiery red eye suddenly ignited between his hands. The eye was composed of red flames, burning in mid-air, releasing a bright red light.
Angelet pointed upward.
The fist-sized flaming eyes quickly floated upwards and flew high into the sky.
At the same time, a separate vision slowly appeared in his original vision, a vision looking down from above.
Beside the vast expanse of light blue ocean, the flat and smooth beach is like a piece of blue cloth. In the center of it stands a tall black stone door. Standing beside the door is a young man dressed in black robes.
Not far from the beach behind the stone gate, you can faintly see a light blue mist shrouding it, and something seems to be slowly rotating in the mist.
Snap!
The eye of fire suddenly shattered and went out.
Angelet frowned. After recalling the scene he had just seen, he walked around the stone gate and looked far away on the shore. He could only see a light blue mist shrouding it.
After thinking for a moment, Angele reached out and patted the black stone door, leaving a glowing black mark, and then walked towards the thick fog on the shore.
After walking forward for more than ten minutes, a field slowly appeared in front of me.
The fields are built on the beach, as if they were a large piece of farmland that was reclaimed separately and embedded in the light blue beach.
The gray-brown mud is divided into fields in an orderly manner. In the mud, there are tall windmills and mills.
What is strange is that the windmill part of these white mills is actually a pair of black butterfly wings. Where the cross-shaped fan blades should have been, there are four black butterfly wings.
In the mist, there was no sound of wind blowing. The fan blades of these mills were like rotating black butterflies, spinning without wind. From time to time they made a clicking sound.
The entire field is very large, stretching from Angele's feet to a distance that cannot be seen clearly in the mist. Only the sound of the windmills can be heard in the air. I don't know how many butterfly windmills there are.
Apart from the sound of windmills and the distant sound of the tide, there was no other sound around.
Angelet slowly walked into the field and looked around vigilantly. There was nothing planted in the mud under his feet. It was just a gray-brown patch, all neatly tidied.
Walking into the fields, you can still smell a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.
Angelet randomly picked a mill windmill, walked slowly over, and stood close to the windmill.
There was a rhythmic clicking sound above the head, which was very loud. Angele stretched out his hand and touched the wall of the mill.
Smooth and cold. A little soft. Press hard and there will be a small dent.
He circled around the windmill. The entire mill actually had no entrance or exit and was completely integrated.
laugh!
Suddenly Angele heard something, like the sound of a hoe digging into the soil.
laugh!
Another rhythmic sound came.
He looked deep into the fields, deep into the mills, and in the thick blue mist, he could vaguely see a figure, loosening the soil with a hoe.
Angelet's lips moved silently and began to chant a silent mantra. Soon, a red light flashed around him, and calm returned again.
He reached into his waist bag and took out a light blue medicine test tube, held it in his hand, and then slowly walked towards the figure.
As the distance gets closer, the figures gradually become clearer.
It was a man about the same height as him, wearing gray-black farmer's clothes, holding a black hoe, and a middle-aged bald man with a calm expression.
He was picking up the hoe and digging in the soil, seemingly unaware of Angelet's arrival.
"Excuse me..." Angelet walked to a place two meters away from the man and stood there, speaking loudly. "Do you know where this place is?" He used standard Byronic.
The bald man stopped and turned to look at him, his eyes dull.
Angelet then noticed that there was a small milky-white windmill growing on the top of the man's bald head. The windmill rotated slowly, and its roots completely penetrated into the man's brain. It was like a parasitic plant in his head.
The man stared at Angelet blankly, as if he didn't hear his question.
"Can you understand me?" Angelet repeated.
No response.
Angelet frowned and took two steps back.
The man immediately turned his head, raised the hoe again, and dug into the soil.
Angelet's face darkened, he hesitated for a moment, put away the test tube, and gently touched the second pair of eyes between his eyebrows with his right hand.
"It seems that we have to recover our true form."
The second pair of eyes slowly opened, and the pale golden eyeballs moved slightly, then stabilized.
At the same time, Angelet's body also slowly expanded and grew, and a long black horn quickly extended from the top of his head, hanging down to the back of his waist. The teeth in his mouth also quickly became sharper, white as a saw, and extremely sharp.
"After transforming into his true form, he has the ability to check the memory of weak creatures for a short period of time, which is perfect for seeing what valuable memories are in this person's mind." Angelet's current true form, apart from being unable to keep up with his mental strength,
He is confident that his actual combat power is not inferior to that of the Dawn Wizard, with terrifying physical power, powerful defensive power, and the extreme resilience of the ruins.
The original petrification ability has been completely squeezed out by the ancient Cyclops bloodline, and only the Scorpion Girl's bloodline has barely merged with the Cyclops bloodline. The two bloodlines have reached a rare balance in Angele.
The Cyclops bloodline brings terrifying sexual qualities to Angele, while the scorpion woman bloodline brings terrifying hallucination resistance and memory fragment detection.
Angelet had used memory fragments to detect the girl he had brought out of the beholder's lair. This type of detection was different from the detection of warriors in that it was a non-damaging method. Of course, the effect was not as strong as that of wizards.
, it can only detect the memory of the current conscious activity. But it is convenient and fast, and there is no need to suffer any backlash.
After the transformation, Angelet was more than four meters tall, wearing black bone spur armor, with two pairs of eyes blinking out of sync from time to time, with long dark red hair on his back, and barb-like black horns hanging from his head to his waist.
.Like a terrifying monster coming out of mythology.
He stood in front of the farmer digging the soil, and just the shadow cast by his body completely enveloped the bald farmer.
What's strange is that the bald farmer didn't make any movement and was still digging in the soil alone.
"Let me see what you are thinking..." Angele stretched out his giant hand the size of a human head and slowly grabbed the farmer's head.
The giant hand slowly covered the man's forehead, and the man stopped moving. He froze in place, like a machine without a clockwork, and the windmill above his head slowly stopped rotating.
Scenes suddenly flashed through Angelet's mind. They were a little blurry.
"Harvest...three days...harvest...three days..."
A deep voice kept echoing.
In the memory picture, a kind of golden sunflower slowly grows in the field. What is strange is that each of these sunflower flowers is more than two meters wide in diameter. The stamens in the middle of each sunflower flower form a sleeping person.
Face.
These faces include both men and women, and the one thing they have in common is that they all have their eyes closed and are asleep.
"This plant..." Angelet suddenly recalled the human-faced sunflower he found in a mysterious manor when he was first in the academy.
The sunflowers I saw at first were much smaller than the sunflowers this person remembered.
"It seems that the sunflower with a human face in the manor was probably the seed spread here." Withdrawing his right hand, before Angele had time to collect his thoughts, a dull sound of footsteps suddenly came from deep in the field.
From the depths of the thick blue fog, two tall black figures rushed out.
"Juss!!!" The two figures roared with hoarse voices and rushed towards Angelet fiercely. Their voices were mixed with a slight trembling, which sounded extremely strange.
These are two very weird races. Their upper bodies are no different from ordinary people. They are all strong men's bodies. Their lower bodies have only one single hoof, a single black hoof as thick as their waist, just like the hoof of a black donkey.
It's like it's enlarged.
The two of them jumped every step they took, and the ground was constantly being shaken with banging noises, splashing a lot of mud.
Angelet took two steps back and looked at the two men with donkey hooves rushing over. He was shocked to find that their height was only a little shorter than him. They were more than three meters tall. They were wearing black farmer's clothes and had short hair.
Black, with a crazy and ferocious expression.
When they were still more than ten meters away from Angelet, the two of them punched him fiercely. There was a loud bang in the air, and two transparent shock waves the size of human heads flew out and hit Angelet hard.
Bang bang!!
Angelet took a step back and was hit hard on both shoulders unexpectedly. His shoulders suddenly felt burning pain.
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