"Are we going back to the wizarding world now?" Angor asked. He really wanted to go back to the wizarding world as soon as possible. He always felt uneasy in the Nightmare Realm. His trip to the Nightmare Realm went smoothly, but for some reason, he felt that something terrible would happen if he did not leave this place as soon as possible.
"Of course. The longer you stay in the Nightmare Realm, the more dangerous it will be." Sunders took out half of the Twisting Protozoa and took the other half from Angor. "Returning to the wizarding world from the Nightmare Realm is similar to how we came in. We also need a catalyst. These two parts of the Twisting Protozoa will be the catalyst for our return. "
Sunders put the two parts of the Twisting Protozoa back together. Next, strange spatial ripples spread out from the remains. Just like when he first entered the Nightmare Realm, spiderweb-like cracks began to appear in the air. They slowly spread and merged together …
"Before the tunnel completely appears, you still have some time to search around and try to bring more things back to the wizarding world. Ordinary items have a higher chance of materializing. You can take more if you want. Everything you get will be yours, "Sunders said to Angor as he stood in front of the crack.
Sunders' suggestion reminded Angor of something. He was going to leave anyway, so he might as well bring more things with him.
With that in mind, Angor began to wander around the hall. The hall was resplendent. The floor was still made of golden bricks, which gave the place a luxurious look.
Sunders searched for a long time but did not find anything special. Angor did not intend to search for anything special. Instead, he planned to bring something valuable or interesting back to the wizarding world.
Gold and silver accessories were valuable in the eyes of mortals, but they were not worth much to supernatural beings. After some consideration, Angor decided to bring a painting back to the wizarding world. Works of art such as oil paintings varied from person to person. Even among wizards, there were those who loved paintings and were willing to spend a lot of money to buy famous ones.
Angor once read about a strange wizard named "Magic Painter" in a wizarding journal. He was an Occult wizard who could connect two-dimensional and three-dimensional worlds with his paintbrush. He was a wizard who walked the path of truth. He loved paintings so much that famous painters from many planes used to paint for him. He even spent a lot of magic crystals on a famous painting.
Because of this, he decided to take one of the paintings with him. The value of art could only be maximized by those who understood it. Gold and silver were only fixed assets that could not be changed.
The corridor at the entrance of the house had the most paintings. Angor did not hesitate to go there.
Sunders saw Angor heading outside and did not ask anything. He only reminded Angor, "Three minutes at most, or you'll stay here forever.."
"Understood!"
Angor ran to the corridor. He already checked the oil paintings on both sides of the corridor, so he had a good idea of what to do. He headed straight for his target.
Half a minute later, he arrived at the painting he was looking for.
This was a painting of "Traveler Under the Starry Sky". Under the bright starry sky, under the boundless sky, a traveler wearing a white hood had his back to the picture. He was looking at the fluttering cotton in the air, and no one knew what he was thinking.
The theme was quite common. It was a sentimental painting. The details were well done, and the meaning was profound. It was definitely a masterpiece by a famous painter. It was one of the best paintings in the corridor. Angor felt homesickness in the painting, which made him miss his hometown. So, he chose this one without hesitation.
The word "floating" referred to a wanderer. When Angor looked at the painting, he always felt that he was floating in the air. He did not know when he could return to his hometown.
Angor put down Traveler Under Starlight and prepared to go back.
After taking a few steps, his gaze suddenly moved to a painting.
Huh? Did I see this painting just now?
It was a very common painting. It depicted a female shepherd milking her cows on a grassland.
The style of the painting was not bad. It should be by a famous painter as well. However, maybe the painter was not in the right state of mind, so some parts were blurred. Angor believed that he could make a simple copy with his oil painting skills. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that he did not remember seeing this painting when he first came here.
Angor thought for a while but still could not remember where he saw this painting. His hologram tablet had recorded videos on his way here. If he had enough time, he might be able to confirm whether this painting was real or not. But time was limited, and Sunders was nearby. Angor did not dare to take out the tablet.
Still, Angor was taught by Jon to observe his surroundings since he was a child. The training was to capture details and combine them with self-realization, so that he could gain inspiration and opportunity from everything. Angor was good at picking up details. He did not have any concrete evidence to prove that the painting was real, but he had a general idea of its authenticity.
Angor did not know what happened to a painting he had never seen before. If it was a feature of the Nightmare Realm, why only this painting changed?
Angor was still thinking when he heard Sunders' voice from afar.
"Angor, it's almost time —"
"Got it! I'm coming! " Angor looked at the Milking Shepherd in front of him. He thought for a moment and took it down. He held one painting in each hand and rushed back to the hall.
Sunders glanced at the paintings in Angor's hands. "An oil painting. Smart choice. People who like it will like it. "
"Time to leave. Just like when you came in, wait until the cracks are all over the place, then just rush in. "Sunders took out two items from his pocket and tossed them to Angor.
A dagger and a short cane. They were the items Angor got from young Sunders.
"Take these and see if you can bring them back to the wizarding world."
"Yeah. I hope I can bring everything back," Angor said.
"I hope so." Sunders did not comment. As long as he could bring the channeling method book back to the wizarding world, he did not care about anything else.
…
The Nightmare Realm consisted of different regions. Some were as big as worlds, while others were as small as grains of sand. Nether City was located at the outermost region of the Nightmare Realm.
A giant figure rose from the center of the Nightmare Realm and flew toward Nether City at an unimaginable speed.
At the same time, Angor felt his heart pounding. An ominous feeling made his limbs go cold. Angor looked around anxiously.
Sunders frowned. "What's wrong?"
Angor shook his head and took a deep breath. "I don't know why. I feel something bad is going to happen."
Usually, Sunders would not believe such omens unless they were told by an astrology wizard or a prophet. But at this time, in this place, Sunders somehow believed Angor's premonition.
Suddenly, a series of violent explosions came from nowhere. When the sound spread into the hall, it actually shook the floor.
"Sonic boom?! A high-level monster is coming! " Sunders quickly realized what was going on. He looked at the spider web that was about to take shape and grabbed Angor's hand. "We have to leave now!"
Angor didn't know what to do. He was dragged toward the space fissure by Sunders.
At this moment, the entire hall suddenly collapsed, and everything was destroyed in an explosion. The two of them turned around and saw a faint silhouette in the distance …
That attack came from so far away and even destroyed the entire hall?! Disbelief was written all over their faces.
"The Stairs of Hanging Prison is broken! Who is he? "Sunders was puzzled. But there was no time to think about it. They both jumped into the space crack.
When 80% of Angor's body was inside the crack, a hand grabbed Angor's left ankle.
The fingernails were long and strangely curved. The back of the fingernails was covered in black and red nail polish, which looked extremely gloomy.
Angor felt like he was about to be dragged away. Suddenly, Sunders grabbed Angor tightly and pulled him back. The sudden acceleration allowed Angor to escape from the hand's grip.
Next, Angor saw the space crack slowly closing. Before the crack closed, he heard an angry roar.
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