Angor sighed in relief when Sunders didn't mention the Time Thief again.
"Sir, did Mister Vifet ask about the Evernight Kingdom?" Angor asked.
Vifet also mentioned that he asked Angor the same question, but Angor didn't answer. Sunders agreed. Vifet was sure to notice something wrong with Angor's answer. Refusing to answer was the best option for Vifet.
"Mister Vifet seemed to be satisfied with your answer, sir," Angor said. "What did you tell him?"
"He only wants to know two things: whether the Evernight Kingdom will spread to Moxa Westland, and what happened to the Evernight Kingdom."
The first problem would spread, and it would spread very quickly. The second question was about the Nightmare Realm.
This was Sunders' answer. Vifet wouldn't believe him if he didn't tell him the truth. If Sunders chose the most shocking but also the truth, Vifet would only fill in the blanks with his own imagination.
As for the "Nightmare Realm" behind the Evernight Kingdom, it wasn't surprising.
Several nests of rainbow dragonflies were found in the wizarding world, and each of them had a stable plane passage behind them. Although there was no guarantee that any wizard could reach the Nightmare Realm through this unmarked tunnel, once a Prophet found it, he or she would be able to find some clues.
Besides, the "Nightmare Realm" also fit Lappouille's prophecy mentioned in Moonfrost Bulletin.
It was even scarier than the Demon God.
If the Bottomless Abyss was full of dangers, then the Nightmare Realm would be a nightmare. In that case, the Nightmare Realm would be a never-ending nightmare. Once they fell into it, they would turn into nothingness.
So far, no wizard in the southern wizarding region had ever found a world more terrifying than the Nightmare Realm.
Vifet didn't think Sunders would lie about these two terrifying answers. He didn't think Sunders was really satisfied, but he already knew what he wanted to know. As for the details that Sunders didn't mention, Vifet didn't ask further since Sunders didn't want to talk about them.
Angor felt the same way after hearing Sunders' words.
Sunders was probably the only one who could answer like this. Even if Angor told Vifet everything, Vifet still wouldn't believe him. This was the confidence brought by great power.
That was it.
Now that Vifet's business had come to an end, Angor planned to finish his "Monument Loop" before the curfew in Demon City was lifted. But before he could start, he was summoned to Sunders' study.
"You've reached a major obstacle, which means you have to think about spell slots," Sunders said. "I told you about this when we were at Phantom Island. Have you made up your mind?" Sunders' eyes suddenly turned gloomy.
Back then, Sunders did mention spell slots, but he did not say it out loud. After asking Flora about it, Angor confirmed that Sunders wanted him to choose an original spell.
However, it would take a long time to do so, and the southern region was in a dangerous situation, so Sunders did not mention it.
But I's's's's's's't. but I't's already. "
"Spell slots are very important. It's best to choose the ones that are useful to you. You can choose illusions, and so can alchemy. "Sunders paused." Keep it in mind. "
Creating a spell slot didn't take much time. Choosing a spell was the most important since it would affect Angor's future.
After leaving Sunders' study, Angor returned to his own room and fell into deep thought.
In fact, he was more inclined towards the Original Creation Technique, but the Original Creation Technique was not something that could be easily constructed. He considered for a moment. "Maybe I should use the manifestation of Mystery to help me?"
…
Boundary Forest. At the intersection of different levels.
A petite figure flew out, battered and exhausted. As soon as she landed, she lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
She turned her head to look at the ferocious spatial crack in the air. Her eyes, which were usually filled with jealousy, flashed with a trace of fear. This was probably the most dangerous trip she had ever taken.
The fissure was so short that it was almost negligible. However, she ran into an energy torrent she had never seen before. She was in the center of the fissure, and the torrent almost dragged her into the darkness. If she didn't use one of her trump cards, she would have died already.
"Kunner's' skin!" She muttered with hatred in her eyes.
Hundreds of years ago, she found a mysterious humanoid in the world of Loft. He was extremely beautiful, and she hated people who looked better than her, even if the other party was a man.
So, she captured him, peeled his skin from head to toe, and used a toad's skin to create an outer shell for him.
Unfortunately, although the man was full of mysteries, he was only a mortal after all. He couldn't adapt to the toad's skin and died within a few days.
Later, she learned that the man was the last member of an extremely precious race in Loft World — the Kunner Race.
After his death, the Kunner Race became extinct.
She also learned that the skin of the Kunner Race had the ability to stabilize space. Through a special method, it could be used as a protective item to pass through planar passageways.
It was because of the skin that she had never encountered any accidents while passing through planar passageways. It could be said that the skin was one of her trump cards.
But! But!
She was just crossing a single level of the abyss. It was like the passage to an affiliated world in the Wizarding World. There shouldn't have been any danger, but she ran into an energy torrent!
It was an energy torrent that came out of nowhere, but it was extremely powerful!
Even as a level 2 truth-finder wizard, she was incomparably small in the midst of that torrent of energy. At that time, she was like a tree that was blown away by a hurricane. Without the ground to take root, she would be swept away by the hurricane at any time and finally lose her life.
In such a dangerous situation, she had to use her trump card — the Kunner's' skin. Through its ability to stabilize space, she was able to protect herself in the torrent.
It was a very short journey for a wizard, and for a truth-finder wizard like her, it could be traversed in the blink of an eye.
However, she felt that there was no other path that was longer than this one.
With every step she took, the Kuna's Skin that protected her was filled with holes from the torrent of water.
At the last step, when the exit was right in front of her, the energy torrent suddenly became even more powerful and ferocious, and the Kunner's' skin was instantly destroyed.
Before the Kunner's' skin was destroyed, she used a forbidden spell to barely make it out of the fissure and landed safely in the Critical Forest.
That forbidden spell made her completely exhausted, and she couldn't move at all.
However, compared to the side effects of the forbidden spell, her heart was hurt even more. How could she feel good when she saw the Kunner's' skin being destroyed?
This was probably the most dangerous thing she had encountered in the past hundred years, and it was also the most costly thing to her!
After calming herself down, she looked at the fissure in the sky and gritted her teeth. If this was done by someone, she would've done everything in her power to wipe the culprit off the face of the earth, not even leaving a trace of their soul. However, such a powerful energy torrent was not something anyone could control. She could only blame herself for being unlucky.
With nowhere to vent the anger and frustration in her chest, she couldn't help but scream.
The ear-piercing sound pierced through the clouds, echoing in the empty Critical Forest.
After a while, she panted heavily, hatred flashing in her eyes, "Luckily, there are still people from the Overwatch Bastion nearby for me to vent my anger on. No one can stop me …"
Only destruction, dismemberment, and grafting could make up for her loss!
She had already begun to imagine what kind of torture she could use to make her feel happy. Turn men into women? Plant men's whips all over the faces of those young girls who thought they were cold and pure? Inject the blood of the shepherds into their bodies?
All sorts of 'wonderful ideas' reverberated in her mind.
However, she only wandered happily in her thoughts for less than half a minute before the ground began to shake.
She frowned, displeasure flashing in her eyes.
'What's going on? Is it an earthquake?' She propped up her tired body and stood up. The shadows of the trees around her kept shaking. The light and fluttering branches and leaves looked like they were dancing, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
The stones on the ground kept jumping up and down, making clanking sounds.
At first, she thought it was an earthquake, but as the shaking became stronger and stronger, the shadows of the trees around her became blurry, and the ground suddenly cracked open.
The crack formed a huge crater.
At the same time, an enormous aura drilled out of the crater.
At this moment, she faintly felt that something was wrong. It wasn't an earthquake!
An inexplicable palpitation made her feel a chill down her spine.
Things were far from over. The crater from before suddenly shot out fiery red lava, instantly igniting a patch of withered trees. Furthermore, with a clanging sound, a huge hand covered in magma reached out from the deep pit and grabbed the edge of the wall!
Looking at the giant hand that looked like a titan, disbelief flashed in her eyes.
At the same time, she suddenly remembered a legend —
She had once found an ancient sacrificial scroll on an altar in the Blackwater Valley. The ancient scroll recorded a legend. According to legend, an ancient demon was sleeping under the Critical Forest in the third layer of the Abyss.
This ancient demon used lava as a bed and slept for thousands of years.
No one dared to disturb it, because it was a demon lord that had once fallen from the throne!
Its name was' Manjimoni '.
As she recalled, the owner of the 'giant hand' finally poked its head out. Even if it was just a head, it was still like a mountain.
"Who … disturbed my slumber?"
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