After a conversation between the beholder and the giant turtle, they both floated into the sky at high speed.
The clouds were rolled away by the violent hurricane, revealing a large area of blood-red sky. Five behemoths rushed into the sky and slowly shrank into several small dots, which were vaguely visible.
Angelet looked up at these small dots with a gloomy expression.
"It seems that there is a tacit agreement to avoid affecting innocent people. The Beholder Demons have changed the battlefield. I just don't know which direction the Bone Demon is now." He looked at the entire Silver City. The city was in a mess, with battle roars and screams mixed together.
The air is filled with strong blood.
But except for the beholder demon, the location of the bone demon was not seen.
Angelet stood on the green lawn, with the quiet woods behind him, which was in sharp contrast to the noisy and terrifying doomsday scene in the distance.
He thought for a while, took out a small green human skull from his waist bag, and gently pressed it on the skull's eye socket.
"Phoenix? Is something wrong? Or did you promise to help me?" The bone demon's voice suddenly came from the skull.
"It's just a small matter. I would like to ask how much strength the beholder's current sealed body has recovered?" Angelet asked in a low voice.
"Beholder?" The Bone Demon pondered for a moment, "That guy's real body is very big, different from me and Vapelli. She also has the blood of a witch and troll. You have seen the power of her second real body.
Right? Don't worry, the beholder is actually different from us. She has now returned to the state of being in her primary form at any time, so the current enlargement should be her second form."
"Second real body?" Angelet suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. "That's it, I thought she was so powerful after her first real body."
"How is that possible!" The Bone Demon laughed, "Even if she is stronger than us, she is not that much stronger! By the way, I'm in Crystal City now, do you want to come over? There are a lot of good things here, come over and let me
I’ll give you half of it.” Before he finished speaking, a buzzing vibration suddenly came from his skull.
"Come out, King of Bones. You see your old friend is coming and you don't come to greet him?" A sharp man's voice came from the skull.
"Upalu! Are you so anxious to come here and die? You haven't recovered from your serious injury last time. If you come here now, you will definitely die!"
The Bone Demon sneered.
"Okay, a fool has come to intercept me for the sake of love and justice. I'll go out and deal with him. By the way, be careful. I've seen what's going on over there. It's very likely that there will be old guys coming to kill you.
"As soon as the Bone Demon finished speaking, the skull shattered into several pieces, and quickly turned into green sand, leaking out from between Angele's fingers and disappearing.
Angelet's face became more and more ugly. He raised his head and looked at the sky. The beholder and the four old turtles had completely disappeared. They were apparently white and black ripples that accidentally exploded in the red sky. They were like fireworks, extremely gorgeous.
The halo of the starry sky giant under his feet still looks like it lasts for more than a minute.
"We can't delay any longer. We have to move quickly." He glanced around and quickly disappeared into the woods.
Amidst the sound of rushing, the grass was constantly being separated under his feet. Angelet took out the black mirror as he ran, and without looking at it, he stretched out his hand towards the mirror.
His fingers inserted into the black mirror without any hindrance, as if they were stirring in a water tank.
Amidst the sound of rushing water, Angelet found something in his hand, a piece of black ore with silver spots.
With a pinch, the ore cracked open, revealing a white and delicate pearl inside.
The beads emit a soft white light, and the surface is covered with dense and fine patterns, as if they are crawling with many pearl-colored vines and spider webs.
"I don't know what this is." Angele frowned and his eyes flashed blue.
‘Edible items contain powerful life energy.’ The chip quickly came to a conclusion.
Angelet didn't even look at it and just stuffed it into his mouth.
The pearl's entrance suddenly turned into a ball of viscous sweet liquid, and slowly slid into the throat. Then there was no change.
Angelet continued to fumble in the mirror and took out another black helmet. It was not metal, but seemed to be made of wood.
Next came a silver sword, a hollow breastplate, a small bottle of black seeds, and a light blue football-sized gem.
After scraping away everything in the mirror, Angele hung the mirror directly on his waist, stopped suddenly, and his expression changed. His body instantly turned into a ball of fire and disappeared.
"Huh?" A soft whine suddenly came from the depths of the woods. Amidst the clattering, two old men in green robes with long hair and beards walked out of the forest, their eyes constantly scanning the place where Angelet disappeared.
"Is it some kind of teleportation technique?" the old man on the left asked doubtfully. His nose twitched, "There is a smell of sulfur in the air."
"There's no time to delay. It's just a fish that slipped through the net. It's more urgent over there in Silver City. Let's go!" the old man on the right said in a deep voice.
The two people immediately continued to rush in the original direction. Their feet did not move, and a faint green light shone on the surface of their bodies. Countless green energy tentacles extended out, clinging to the tree trunks and the ground, making the two of them like giant octopuses.
Surrounded by tentacles, it crawled forward quickly.
Not long after, the two old men completely disappeared deep into the forest.
Ten minutes later, a ball of fire suddenly lit up where Angelet disappeared, and the flames condensed into a complete human form. Dressed in a white robe and waist-length red hair, it was Angelet who had just pretended to leave.
He looked away from the direction the two old men left and continued walking in the previous direction.
"Compared to the Beholder Bone Demon and the others, I am still too weak, so I should follow the previous arrangements and try to stay away from the place where the war is fierce." He sighed slightly. He speeded up and walked in another unfamiliar direction.
In the middle of the dense dark green forest, among countless huge towering trees, a huge white jade humanoid statue stood quietly.
The statue is of a young woman with bare upper body, holding a long bow in her hand, and walking forward. Her lower body is just wrapped in a white silk skirt. Her beautiful appearance and silky long hair make her full of charming beauty.
The statue holds a long bow in one hand and raises it flatly in the other hand. In the palm of its hand, it holds a small city with clear water flowing continuously.
In a temple-like white building in the middle of the city, several naked men and women could be vaguely seen walking through it.
In a huge clump of grass not far from the huge statue, Angele slowly parted the two-meter-high grass and looked at the statue from a distance through the gap.
"What a magnificent miracle." He sighed, looking at the statue that was at least tens of thousands of meters high. It was still more than ten kilometers away, but the entire statue was as clear as standing in front of him.
The giant trees surrounding the statue are thousands of meters tall. The grass in the forest is also several meters high, and some tall bushes are even hundreds of meters tall.
As Angele walked, the woods and plants around him became bigger and bigger, and it felt like he was entering a country of giants.
He once thought that he had shrunk, but now it seems that it was not him who had shrunk, but all the plants that had grown bigger.
Looking at the city buildings in the hands of the statue, Angelet briefly recalled. "The Temple of the Goddess of Hunting should be here. It is said that although there is no strong force here, there is a popular library. You can just go in and find what you need.
information.”
Amidst the sound of rushing water, he noticed that there were no stairs going up or down in the entire city on the statue, and no one came down from the top, and there were no people going up below.
The information Angelet obtained from the Beholder Bone Demon showed that the Temple of the Hunting Goddess basically had no business, and only had some popular knowledge books for middle and low-level education. Therefore, it was not a key area for their arrival.
But on the contrary, it is Angelet's best target.
After glancing around, Angele took out a green potion from his waist bag, gently pulled out the stopper and drank it directly.
hiss
Amidst the sound of evaporating water vapor, his body slowly disappeared in place, becoming completely invisible.
He stretched out his right hand and looked at it. There was only one piece of transparency, and Angele himself couldn't see his palm.
After moving his body at will, he speeded up, jumped slightly, and flew towards the temple in the distance.
The surroundings were extremely quiet and peaceful along the way, with some white rabbits and deer jumping around in the grass, without any tension of war at all.
Angele tried his best to avoid hitting too much grass, and flew toward the city in the palm of the statue's hand while floating.
As the distance got closer, some strange sights appeared around Angelet.
Several white fish, as tall as a person, were floating and swimming slowly on the grass, as if the air was their water. There were also some shell-shaped fish, which opened their shells from time to time, and the water flowed like a breath, floating in the air.
Cruise in the middle, looking leisurely and natural.
As you get closer to the statue, there are more and more fish and shells around.
Angelet could only carefully avoid these flying fish swimming in the air.
After more than half an hour, he slowly approached the temple in his hand.
The white jade temple was very deserted, and only occasionally a few men and women in white could be seen walking silently. In the middle of a large white building, a square temple was clearly visible.
A group of priests in white clothes were holding down a flying fish and bleeding it carefully, while chanting weird syllables. It seemed like they were making sacrifices.
Angelet flew past the men in white quietly. These people were only very weak first-level wizards and could not detect his traces at all.
The guards of the temple were also unusually empty. Apart from a few people offering sacrifices, there were almost no other people in sight.
Angelet flew in from the left side of the sacrificial hall, got into a small door, and began to search one by one for anything useful to him.
Not long after, he turned into a white jade corridor. At the end of the corridor was a black door. At the door lay an old white cat with two heads, curled up and sleeping soundly.
Angelet gently floated past the white cat, and put his hand on the black door. The door suddenly and silently opened a crack.
After gently getting in, and quietly looking at the black door, Angelet began to carefully look at the room in front of him.
There are densely packed rows of white wooden bookshelves, filled with white books glowing with white light. Each book is as solid as a large dictionary.
"It should be a place like a library, and I finally found it." Angelet's face relaxed, and he slowly drifted over and started browsing at the row of bookshelves on the far left.
Hymn of God, Moon of Approximation, Complete Works of Ansalon, Principles of World Composition...
Most of these bookshelves are filled with praises and hymns about God, and only a small part are theoretical books.
After Angele scanned for a while, more than thirty books selected from them were all recorded into the chip.
Suddenly, I had a systematic understanding of the entire Linghu world.
These theoretical books also complement Angelet's understanding of his own level of strength.
In this spiritual lake world, the descriptions and records of powerful people at the level of light sacrifice are very similar to the dawn wizards in the wizarding world.
The status of the Light Sacrifice here is lofty, and it is also the highest level in a country. Below them are the Star Sacrifice, the Moon Sacrifice, and various other middle and lower classes. Among them, the Light Sacrifice is the highest level that mortals here can reach.
Angelet carefully compared them one by one and realized that most of the environment in this Spirit Lake world was equivalent to the west coast where he first stayed.
Except for a few Dawn Wizards who live in seclusion, the rest of the strength level is completely similar to that of the West Coast.
"This way, it will be easier to compare the strength of the Beholder and others." Angelet flipped through the previous history book.
Above the light sacrifice are the local gods. The four old turtles are called sea gods and are one of the patron saints of this land. They are said to be the first life to be born in the legendary world. There are also goddesses of forest and hunting, sky
god.
There are three gods in total, and their temples can be seen everywhere in the world of Spirit Lake.
The god of the sky here has the ability to prophesy, but his strength is not that good. The other two gods are typical gods of war. The goddess of hunting is named Upalu, and the god of sea is named Ibulus. They happen to be listening to Angelet
The names are the same.
Amidst the sound of turning the pages of the book, Angelet's face suddenly became condensed and his movements paused.
The tome in his hand stopped at a page with war scenes. Next to the screen was densely packed recorded information.
'In the year of Poseidon Li Dao Xi, a turbulence in time and space occurred in the temple, and the nightmare demon took advantage of it. The high priest risked his life and soul to summon a strong man from another world from the turbulence of time and space, his name was Yereduo.
He claims to be the favored son of Mother Earth, and his name is the Great Crimson Wizard. He comes from the distant wizarding world.
'In the year of Poseidon, the great crimson wizard and the goddess teamed up to defeat the sword and demon Val Perry, and banished him back to the nightmare world. The great crimson wizard retreated into a rift in time and space and was seriously injured. This god from another world claimed to be the eighth level
The great wizard met and fell in love with the goddess while fighting side by side, and left an heir named Saint Salotti. This is the origin of the Holy Family.
"The origin ancestor of the Holy Family was actually an eighth-level wizard." Angelet quickly turned over the pages at the back. Except for the open page, there was no other record about this crimson wizard.
The Holy Family also cut off its bloodline in several subsequent world wars and was submerged in the dust of history.
Judging from the information in the book, Angele felt that judging from the methods of gods in the classics, the strength of the Poseidon and the Hunting Goddess should both belong to the eighth-level wizard level.
After all, they had used sacrifices to summon powerful wizards from the wizarding world, and together with the eighth-level wizards, they fought back the monster army in the nightmare world.
Twenty thousand years ago, there were a total of four such wars recorded in writing.
Every time, the world of Spirit Lake summons the strong men from other worlds to jointly resist the nightmare world.
In the Holy Light Battle, the great wizard was accidentally summoned.
"Through this calculation, this crimson wizard is probably a strong man from the underground world. When he comes to this world, he will definitely be suppressed by his strength. Joining forces with the local hunting goddess, he can expel the giants of the nightmare world. Roughly speaking,
Once you come out, the levels will be clearer."
As the blue light flashed in Angelet's eyes, he quickly sorted out the hierarchical characteristics of force from a large amount of newly obtained historical data, and formed a systematic system.
"The second form of the Beholder Bone Demon should reach the peak level of an eighth-level wizard. Also at the eighth level are the two major gods of this world: the God of the Sea and the God of Hunting."
"As for the beholder's true form, if it is true that the true form of the Bone Demon is always on, then the level will be increased according to the changes recorded in the Ulan Sacrifice. The strength of the beholder's true form should be at level five or six.
Between levels, other sealers should be similar."
Angelet quickly sorted out the known information.
"From this point of view, my first real body is indeed similar to the first real body of the Beholder. The current level six strength is obviously normal. However, the fourth level of the Dawn Wizard is a qualitative change, and then the real body will follow the path of blood, spanning six levels.
The level is also a qualitative change. With the Wulan Sacrifice in the mouth, all the paths are clear. But how to cross the sixth level of qualitative change this time is still completely unclear..."
Moreover, Angelet also vaguely felt that as his true body became stronger and stronger, he became more and more integrated into the nightmare world.
The main body is actually suppressed in the wizarding world of the main world. This is obviously a very bad phenomenon...
"The fourth-level Dawn Wizard is a powerful metamorphosis of the soul, but what about the sixth-level wizard? Or even the eighth-level wizard! I have no clue at all about such a path..." Angelet's eyes became more and more determined. "Compared to the nightmare world,
With the inheritance of the Wulan Sacrifice, there is a path forward that can be almost infinitely evolved. There is also huge potential power that can be borrowed."
Angelet became more determined in his heart, "Even if he is rejected by the wizarding world and regarded as a nightmare creature, so what, as long as he can climb to a higher peak, these are the second best." He vaguely decided that he might use the nightmare world as his own in the future.
It's home court.
Compared with today's wizard's road, which is difficult and full of thorns, and where the direction cannot be seen. In the ancient wizard's bloodline road, at least one could see the direction and goal.
Gently closing the book, Angelet carefully restored all traces of reading.
Obtaining this information was of great help to him.
Now he has a deep understanding of the power levels above level four, level five, level six, and even level eight.
The standard for fourth-level wizards is the transformation of spiritual essence, and the standard for bloodline path is to condense the true body at one time.
Angele does not know the current path of the wizard after that. But the direction of the bloodline path is different at level 5 and level 6. The two levels seem to be two levels, but are actually a process, the process of condensing natural magic patterns.
It is mentioned in the Wulan Sacrifice that after condensing bloodline, after the fourth level, deep-seated natural magic patterns or demonic patterns must appear on oneself. Such demonic patterns will only appear when the bloodline is extremely purified and the concentration reaches an extremely high level.
Now combined with the judgment, Angelet also has a clear understanding.
The fifth and sixth levels are all about condensing the magic patterns at the genetic level. Combined with the phenomenon of the weird skeleton soldier, he felt that only by reaching the level where the cell walls are covered with natural magic patterns can he truly enter the sixth level.
This level, according to the explanation in the Ulan Sacrifice, is called true body immortality.
Even if the entire body is cut into countless pieces of flesh, as long as the talisman array on the cell wall is not destroyed, it can be reborn infinitely. For a strong person at this level, only complete annihilation and soul attack methods will have any effect.
As for the seventh level, the soul and body are merged into one, and the soul begins to possess the nature of immortality. It truly becomes a terrifying existence with a lifespan of tens of thousands of years. Even if the body is completely destroyed, there is still a little residue left in the soul, and it can be quickly resurrected.
.And his physical strength is extremely strong.
The eighth level, combined with the descriptions in Wulan sacrificial inscriptions and war historical materials, should be the second real body condensation, and the talisman array in the soul and body is completely embedded into the power of the world. However, the eighth level existence has almost reached the peak of life.
The natural magic pattern talisman produced on its body must be unique. At this point, any owner of the same talisman array will have incredible effectiveness.
After reaching level eight, such a strong person can use the talisman array with its special characteristics to perform sacrificial summons.
For example, if an ordinary person reaches level eight step by step, after he condenses his true form, the magic pattern talisman array that appears will be a pattern that has never been seen before. This pattern had no effect before.
But when he advances to level eight, this patterned talisman array will change from a meaningless decoration to the core of the talisman array with summoning and other abilities.
Wherever this kind of talisman array is engraved, as long as it is not isolated by special powers, an eighth-level expert can directly sense it. This is the power given! This kind of pattern will change from ordinary to something like a characteristic fingerprint.
The Beholder is like this, the Bone Demon is like this, and the Eye of Destruction is like this.
The blue light in his eyes slowly dimmed, and the shock on Angelet's face slowly recovered. "No wonder the eighth-level wizard can fight with gods. This ability is no different from gods..."
Especially the last one in the chip summary gives ordinary patterns special power as a symbol of one's own identity.
Just like the demons and gods in mythology on earth, different gods and demons have their own symbols and characteristics.
"This is no longer about complying with the rules, but about embedding itself into the entire world as a new rule! In this way, the appearance of every eighth-level wizard or god will not replace the previous existence, but will definitely trigger the world
Great turmoil, even turmoil of an extinct nature.”
It's like a brick house. If a brick is squeezed in at some key locations, the entire house is likely to collapse directly.
"In this way, any ancient eighth-level wizard will face extreme suppression by the power of the world." Taking a deep breath, Angele understood why the Beholder Bone Demon would carry so many legions instead of choosing a more convenient one.
Sneak in quietly.
It's not that they don't want to, but that the whole world is suppressing them. No matter how much they hide, it's impossible not to be discovered. They might as well launch a massive attack.
"But why can there be so many rule-breaking beings in the nightmare world?" Angelet vaguely felt that he seemed to have touched the deep secret of the nightmare world.