The Wizard World: 412 Inside the door 1
"Is the hallucination affected?" He narrowed his eyes and circled the door.
This black gate stands alone on the shore of the lake, with nothing behind it, just the back of the ordinary black gate.
Angele returned to the front and looked inside the door.
Pale blue ocean, calm beaches. The sky was so pure that there was no trace of noise and no white clouds. It just seemed a little dark and empty. Like a large piece of blue crystal.
The sound of tidal water and the smell of the sea is blowing, bringing out the cold and humid air.
Angele groaned for a moment, reached out, and slowly and firmly explored the door.
The touch on your hand is empty, just like the normal air here. There didn't seem to be any protective film or the like at the door frame entrance.
Finally, he showed hesitation, but he slowly took his steps and stepped inside the door.
Standing on the other side of the door, Angele looked back behind him. Inside the door there was a cloud of white fog on the shore of Loch Ness, and nothing could be seen.
The black gate here also stands alone on the beach. There is only such a black stone gate on the entire pale blue beach. Nothing else, not even half a stone, was weirdly clean.
Angele's complexion remains unchanged, and his hands gently circle into an eye shape on his chest.
Slow chanting slowly in his mouth.
Oh!
A fiery red eye suddenly ignites between his hands. The eyes consist of red flames, burning in mid-air, emitting bright red light.
Angel pointed up.
Fist-sized fire eyes quickly rise up and fly towards the sky.
Same time. There was a separate vision slowly in his original vision, the vision looking down from above.
On the edge of the vast and pale blue ocean, the smooth and smooth sandy beach is like a piece of blue cloth, with a tall black stone door standing in the center, and a young man in a black robe standing by the door.
Not far from the sandy beach behind Shimen, you can see a light blue mist covering it. It seems that something is slowly turning in the mist.
Slap!
The fire eye suddenly broke and extinguished.
Angele frowned. Aftertaste the picture you just saw, bypassing Shimen, and looking far ashore. You can only see a pale blue mist.
Slightly thought. Angele reached out and patted the black stone gate, leaving a mark with a black light, and then stepped towards the thick fog on the shore.
After walking for more than ten minutes. A field appeared slowly ahead.
The field is built on the beach, as if it were a large piece of farmland cultivated separately, inlaid on the light blue beach.
The taupe of mud is divided into fields, which are in order. In the mud, there are tall windmills.
Strangely, the windmills of these white mills are actually a pair of black butterfly wings. Where it was supposed to be a cross-shaped fan blade, it turned into four black butterfly wings.
Between the mist and the wind, there is no wind blowing. The fan blades of these mills are like a black butterfly that rotates and rotates without wind. Clicking sounds are made from time to time.
The entire field is very large, extending from under Angele's foot all the way to a distant place in the mist. Only the click of the windmill turning in the air. I don't know how many butterfly windmills exist.
Except for the sound of windmills and the sound of tidal water from a distance, there is no other sound.
Angele slowly walked into the field, watching with vigilance left and right. There was nothing planted in the mud under the feet. It's just a taupe, all neatly organized.
As you walk into the fields, you can still smell a faint floral scent in the air.
Angele picked a mill windmill casually, walked slowly, and fixed it against the windmill.
There is a rattling sound from the top of the head, which is very loud. Angele reached out and touched the wall of the mill.
Smooth and cold. Something soft. Press hard and there is a small depression.
He made a circle around the windmill. There is no import and export in the whole mill, it is a whole.
Oh!
Suddenly, Angele heard something, like a **** stuck in the ground.
Oh!
Another rhythm came.
He looked deep into the field, deep in the mills, in the thick blue mist, a figure could be seen faintly, and he was holding the loose soil under his head.
Angel's lips moved silently, and began to sing the silent curse. Soon, there was a flash of red light around him, and he returned to peace.
Reaching out a light blue medicament test tube in the waist pouch and pinching it, he slowly walked towards the figure.
As the distance approaches, the figure gradually becomes clearer.
A man of similar size, wearing a gray-black farmer's clothes, holding a black hoe, or a calm middle-aged bald.
He raised his **** and dug in the soil, it seemed that he hadn't noticed the arrival of Angele at all.
"Excuse me .." Angli went to the man two meters away and stood up, speaking loudly. "Do you know where this is?" He used standard Byron.
The bald man stopped and turned to look at him, his eyes dull.
Angele noticed that the man had a small milky white windmill on his head, and the windmill was slowly turning, and his roots were completely in his head. Like a plant parasitic in his head.
The man stared dumbly at Angel, as if he hadn't heard his question.
"Can you understand me?" Angelle repeated.
No response.
Angele frowned, taking two steps back.
The man suddenly turned his head, raised his **** again, and dug down.
Angel's face sank and hesitated for a moment. Then he put up the test tube and gently stroked the second pair of eyes at his eyebrows with his right hand.
"It looks like we need to get back to our true body."
The second pair of eyes slowly opened, and the pale gold eyeballs rolled slightly to stabilize.
Angele's body also slowly expanded and grew at the same time, and a long black horn extended quickly from the top of his head, all the way down to the waist. The teeth in his mouth also became sharp sharply, and Bai Sensen was sharp like a saw.
"After being transformed into a real person, you have the ability to check the memory of a weak creature for a short time, and you can see exactly what is valuable in the memory of this person." Angele's current body, apart from mental strength and inability On the outside, in actual combat power, he is confident that he is not under the wizard of dawn, with horrible power, strong defensive power, and extreme resilience of the ruins.
The original petrochemical ability has been completely squeezed out by the blood of the ancient Cyclops. Only the blood of the Scorpion Girl and the blood of the Cyclops reluctantly merge. The two bloodlines reached a rare balance in Angle.
The Cyclops bloodline brings horrible quality to Angle, while the Scorpion Bloodline brings horror hallucination resistance and memory segmentation.
The memory snippet explores what Angele has used before, and on the girl he brought out of the Eye Devil's Lair. This kind of investigation is different from the samurai investigation, this is a non-invasive method. Of course, the effect is not as strong as that of the wizard, and it can only detect the current memory of conscious activities. But victory is convenient and fast, without having to backfire at any cost.
Angel after the transformation is more than four meters high, a black bone spur armor, two pairs of eyes blinking out of sync from time to time, a dark red hair behind, plus a barb hanging from the top of the head to the waist Like black nook. Like a horrible monster coming out of myth.
He stood in front of the digging farmer, and just the shadow cast by his body completely covered the bald farmer.
Strangely, the bald farmer actually digs the soil alone without any movement.
"Let me see what you are thinking ..." Angli reached out a human-sized hand and slowly grasped the farmer's head.
The giant hand slowly covered the man's forehead, and the man stopped. Stiff in place, like a clockwork-free machine, the windmill on his head also slowly stopped spinning.
Angel flashed a moment in his mind. Somewhat fuzzy.
"Harvest ... three days ... harvest ... three days ..."
A low voice kept echoing.
In the memory, a golden yellow sunflower slowly grows in the field. Strangely, each of these sunflower flowers has a diameter of more than two meters. The stamen in the middle of each sunflower flower forms a sleeping human face.
These faces have male and female faces, and the common thing is that they all fall asleep with their eyes closed.
"This kind of plant ..." Anglile suddenly remembered when he first went to the college, he went to a mysterious manor to detect the face sunflower.
The sunflower I saw at the time was much smaller than the German sunflower in this person's memory.
"It seems that the sunflower on the face of the manor in the manor at the time should be the seed circulating here." Withdrawing his right hand, Angele had not had time to sort out his thoughts, and a dull footstep sound came from deep in the field.
Deep in the thick blue fog, two tall black figures burst out.
"Juss !!!" The two figures roared with a hoarse voice, rushing fiercely to Angele. Their voices were mixed with tremolo, which sounded strange.
This is two weird races. There is no difference between the upper body and ordinary people. They are both strong men's bodies, and the lower body has only one hoof, and a black hoof with the same thickness as the waist, as if the hoof of a black donkey is enlarged.
The two jumped with each step, and the ground was constantly pounding and splashing with a lot of dirt.
Angele stepped back two steps, staring at the two donkey hoof men rushing over, shocked to find that they were only a little shorter than him. There are more than three meters. The two wore black farmer clothes, short black hair, and frantic expressions.
When they were more than ten meters away from Angele, the two slammed a punch. There was a loud noise in the air, and two transparent shock waves the size of a human head flew out, slamming into Angliat.
Bang! !!
Angele took a step back, hitting his shoulders badly, with a sudden pain in his shoulders.
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