Dread flashed in Odesinos's eyes. Odesinos loved watching dramas, but that didn't mean it wanted to become a character in one!
In particular, this was an absurd puppet show. It didn't even know what the script was. From the horror at the beginning to the war at the end, and now to the love drama, there were many twists and turns. It was full of strange imagination and unknown dangers.
Desiderius struggled to escape.
But how could Buffett and the Minotaurus, who had long found it an eyesore, let it go so easily? They clung to Odesinos within their sphere of responsibility.
The interlude before the seventh chapter began was the duet dance between Buffett and the Minotaur. Now that Odesinos had joined them, the dance became an even more unsightly three-person dance.
Odesinos's face was ashen and full of fear. In front of the audience, it could clap, cheer, laugh, and curse, but now that it was on this strange stage, it realized that it was unable to control itself, and that it was being controlled like a puppet by unknown strings. It was the worst kind of feeling.
On the ground, inside the Raincloud Cage, Nitotep put a hand to her forehead. "Why did I have to hold a conference with a stupid demon for six hundred years? I guess I shouldn't have stayed here. Leaving is the right thing to do. "
"Now, it's time for you to go save those three idiots." She urged Iyadese through Rain: "Now, it's time for you to go save those three idiots. I just hope you don't end up like them and become a monkey on the stage. "
Iyadese's reply was a sneer. He then flapped his wings and broke through the flames that had sealed off the skyline.
Meanwhile, Fafnir was clapping and cheering at the scorched land in the southern suburbs.
Angor was looking at the sky. Canaan told him that Iyadese had already taken to the sky. He didn't know what was going on on the floating ice, but he was sure the situation wasn't looking good under the siege of the four demons.
Fafnir's clapping surprised him a little.
Angor looked back and wondered what Fafnir saw that made the creature so excited. Looking at the direction of its gaze, it seemed to be looking up. Could it be that something had happened to the floating ice in the sky?
Angor really hoped that Fafnir would let him see what was going on in the sky, but he didn't expect Fafnir to respond with a sneer.
Angor shook his head and tried to ignore the excited creature. He focused on his current predicament.
"Hahaha! Very good. Three of them are trapped now. I wonder what will happen if all four of them get on the stage, "said Fafnir. The performance of the illusory stage in the sky completely pleased Fafnir. "Not a single detail can be missing. It must be recorded."
Fafnir didn't even blink. He didn't want to miss anything.
Angor's eyes lit up when he heard Fafnir's words. "The honorable Mister Fafnir."
"Don't interrupt me." Fafner didn't even want to waste time looking back. That curiosity that had been silent for who knows how many years had been completely aroused by this strange puppet show of Rest Torch Academy.
. "Mister Fafnir" Fafnir didn't....... do you want to record? I have a recording tool that can help you. "
Angor took out a crystal ball. This was an improved version of the transmitter he got from the resource distribution hall after returning to Brute Cavern. It could record images as well as sounds.
However, Angor's hologram tablet had more functions, so he almost never used the crystal ball. He went to the resource distribution hall to get the crystal ball because Lady Mirror asked him to design a new one. She had enough of Rein Mute's obsession with crystal balls.
Fafnir finally looked back at Angor.
She could keep the images in her mind, but using another medium to record them would make her feel more like an audience. Besides, she could share them with others.
"Can this really record images?" Fafnir looked at the crystal ball.
"Of course. Not only can it record images, but it can also record sounds." Fafnir's eyes lit up and reached out to take the crystal ball. Angor quickly added, "But the crystal ball has a limited range. It can only record images when it's near a certain location."
Fafnir narrowed her eyes. "Are you kidding me?"
Angor quickly waved a hand. "I'm just saying that I can use illusions to simulate what you saw, Mister Fafnir."
With a snap of his fingers, the courtyard of the Hallucination Hut underwent a drastic change. Wisps of smoke rose from the empty courtyard, and under Fafnir and Canaan's gazes, the courtyard turned into a hot spring.
Piles of pebbles and steam rose from the hot spring. Even the shabby wooden cabin was transformed into an exquisite, exotic attic.
Angor snapped his fingers again, and the hot spring resort turned into a volcano that was about to erupt. Apart from that, he also showed the sand in the desert and the sea in the ocean. Every scene was extremely realistic.
Both Fafnir and Canaan knew that Angor could cast illusions. Earlier, Angor set up an illusion outside the yard to prevent prying eyes. But now, as Angor kept changing the illusions, they began to notice something different.
When they were near the hot spring resort, they could clearly feel the faint mist around them. When they were near the volcano, they could still smell the strong smell of sulfur. The dry sand and the moist sea … Angor described every detail perfectly as if they were already in that kind of environment.
Just from the performance of the illusion, Fafnir had to agree that it was indeed very realistic.
"I can recreate what you saw, Mister Fafnir."
Fafnir considered for a moment. "Using illusions to create a stage, then using a crystal ball to record the illusions … That's a good idea. But can you see what's happening in the sky?"
Angor's eyes lit up. So Fafnir was looking at the floating ice in the sky.
"I can't see … but the omnipotent Mister Fafnir should be able to help me, right?" Angor finally got to the point.
Fafnir was still hesitating. She didn't need to use any energy to see what was happening in the sky, but it would cost her energy to help Angor. It wasn't a lot, but she didn't want to waste it.
Angor saw Fafnir's hesitation and quickly praised himself. "Not only can I recreate the illusions perfectly, but I can also control the angle of the illusion perfectly."
To prove his point, Angor used his mind to recreate the battle between Dusk and Sennefer.
There was a term called "lens sense" in this world. He only saw it through the hologram tablet, but the wizarding world already knew about it a long time ago. For example, witches could adjust the angle of their images to make themselves look better. This was what they called "camera sense". Even in Evron, a mortal country, there were reflective cameras that were similar to those used by wizards. The only difference was that they used light-sensitive materials and required a long exposure time. In order to make the images look better, the photographers would also ask their subjects to use the so-called "lens sense".
The battle between Dusk and Sennefer was already good enough. However, Angor's illusion and so-called "lens sense" made the battle even more thrilling.
He also used slow motion, montage, and the concept of bullet time during the fight, which made his performance even more impressive.
"Looking at it from different angles, it seems to be more immersive and beautiful than looking at it from a single angle." Canaan was fascinated by it and could not help but sigh.
"It's called artistic expression," Angor explained. "Paintings, sculptures, and so on all have similar aspects. Apart from that, I can also use artistic structure analysis, exaggeration, and off-site profiling to highlight the intensity of the battle. "
Angor's explanation was simple, and Canaan understood it right away. Still, the creature shook its head. "I can accept artistic expression. However, the other things you mentioned are too fancy for a battle. The focus of a battle shouldn't be on that. "
Angor was a little surprised to hear that. Canaan was right. Some of the artistic techniques in the tablet were meant for humans in the age of entertainment.
Before he could change his mind, Fafnir suddenly spoke up after hearing "exaggeration". "Alright! I don't care about the rest, but the more exaggerated, the better! "
Before Angor knew what Fafnir was talking about, he felt a strange gust of wind rushing into his eyes.
The scene in front of him changed.
He found himself looking at the sky instead of the ground.
He felt as if his consciousness had been split into two. One remained on the ground, while the other turned into a gust of wind that floated in the air.
However, the gust of wind was not under his control. Fafnir was guiding it to the sky.
The gust of wind was getting closer and closer to the floating ice in the sky. Angor could almost see … a stage in the sky.
"There's a stage?" Angor looked at the stage in surprise. He never thought that Fafnir was telling him to "watch a show", but he didn't expect it to actually happen.
He moved his gaze upward and finally saw the floating ice.
However, Fafnir didn't control the gust of wind to fly to the floating ice. Instead, he moved closer to the stage. Even so, Angor still saw Sunders standing on the floating ice.
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