A strong gust of wind carrying a foul stench rushed at Angor's face as the serpent swung its tail.
The wind even tore through the air and created a loud hissing sound. Angor would either die or be crippled if he was hit.
Angor moved quickly and dodged the attack by a hair's breadth.
For the next few minutes, Angor kept moving around while using Prelude to Rebirth to clear away the undead creatures around him. However, he was not as efficient as when he was on the surface. With Cirsibiles' red laser interfering, Prelude to Rebirth's power was suppressed to the minimum.
Besides, unlike the undead creatures outside, almost half of them had the ability to affect the material world.
Therefore, Angor was in a very dangerous situation right now. He could barely move forward.
The only thing Angor was glad about was that there were no large-scale explosions so far. Perhaps they didn't want to attract attention from the people on the surface.
If either the serpent or the giant exploded, the people on the surface would notice it right away.
Under such circumstances, he was able to rely on his sturdy body and incredible speed to make his way through the horde of undead creatures. However, if he kept this up, it would be very bad for him.
Angor didn't turn around, but he could already feel the chaotic energy around him, as well as the bright light shining behind him.
Another amalgamation of undead exploded.
Angor tried to run away. However, the giant undead creature and Cirsibiles' red laser kept coming. Angor hesitated and had to eject his soul again to escape using the sequence of gravity.
Angor managed to escape again, but his face was getting paler and paler.
It wasn't that his body was too weak. It was just that his soul was exposed. It was terrible!
While Angor's soul was still in danger, another undead creature came at him. The giant's fist slammed into the ground and created a giant crater. Anyone who took it head-on would be crushed into meat paste. Luckily, Angor managed to move away in time.
As long as the giant undead creature didn't explode, it wouldn't be a threat to Angor.
The real problem was Cirsibiles, who kept harassing him with red lasers, as well as those red specters with strange abilities.
Apart from the Red Specter who had the ability to speak, he was also in danger when facing other Red Specters because of his carelessness.
It was a red specter who was holding her own head in her hand.
Angor was already very careful when fighting against the Red Specter because he already knew how dangerous she could be. Unfortunately, he still got hit. The Red Specter's ability was almost unbreakable.
Anyone who looked into her eyes would be affected.
The red specter's neck was empty, while her head was held in her hand, which attracted even more attention. As long as they didn't know about her ability activation ceremony beforehand, basically anyone who saw that her neck was empty would subconsciously look at the head in her hand. And when they looked, they would definitely see her eyes.
Angor's only luck. this red specter's ability was almost invincible.. or at least, it wasn't too strong for Angor's eyes..... of course.
Illusion.
Well, "illusion" wasn't the right word. It was a kind of illusory space.
The space was based on Angor's memories, which reflected his most cherished memories and made him fall into a trance.
Anyone else would have a hard time dealing with such an ability. Once someone fell into an illusory memory space, the surrounding undead creatures would have enough time to tear apart their bones and devour their souls.
But Angor was different. The first lesson for all Illusionist talents was to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Only when you can distinguish between reality and illusion can you grasp the hearts of people in illusions, shuttling between reality and illusion to achieve the effect of subduing the enemy.
As a matter of fact, the red specter's memory space was already very close to reality. It was almost flawless. The only downside was that she could create any space she wanted, but she chose Angor's memories.
If Angor couldn't even see through his own memories, he wouldn't deserve to be an Illusionist apprentice.
Angor easily found out what was real and what was false. He also quickly regained control of his body.
The most difficult thing to do in an illusory space was to find the truth.
For example, when you are dreaming, your thoughts have already sunk into the dream. Although you are still you, can you control your physical body and move it? It was difficult. Only when you woke up from the dream could you regain control of your body.
Just like now, as long as you found the truth in the illusory space, everything would be over.
And Angor's control over his body was the truth. As long as he grasped the truth, he would naturally find a way to break through the red specter's ability and break free from the illusory space.
Although he had broken free from the Red Specter's space, he was not completely safe because he still had to face the pursuit of other undead …
He could open the door and leave, but he didn't. He had a feeling that Goman Princess wouldn't leave so easily.
He didn't know where she was, but he was sure that Goman Princess wanted him dead and Prelude to Rebirth. She wouldn't leave just yet. She was most likely watching him from somewhere.
If Angor chose to leave, he would never be able to find Goman Princess again.
Angor found himself in a tough fight.
Even if the giant undead creature didn't self-destruct, Angor was already having a hard time.
When Angor was about to consider "opening the door" as an option, the thing he had been waiting for finally happened.
"Give up. You won't have a chance." A cold, mocking voice echoed in Angor's ears. "Becoming my slave is the best thing that ever happened to you. I'll turn you into a half-undead creature like me. You can think as if you were alive. What else do you want?"
Her voice was like an echo, reverberating endlessly.
Angor slowly looked around.
"You want to find me? Impossible. You won't find me even if you kill all the undead creatures. Put away your self-righteousness. Choosing death is the only path you can take. "
Goman Princess's voice seemed to come from all directions. Angor couldn't find the source of her voice at all.
Goman Princess saw Angor looking around and sneered. "You can't escape anyway. You're going to die anyway. Instead of getting killed by the undead creatures, why don't you just leave yourself a decent corpse and find a good place to bury yourself? "
Princess Goman, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly noticed that Angor's head was facing her direction.
Goman Princess's heart skipped a beat. Did he find out?
But when she looked closer, she saw that Angor's eyes were closed. She relaxed a little.
However, Angor's eyes suddenly opened.
Goman Princess saw a flash of green light coming from Angor's right eye. Next, she saw Angor's lips curling up.
Goman Princess widened her eyes and saw a door appearing in front of her. She then heard someone speaking to her in the next second.
"I found you," Angor said in a half-joking tone.
Goman Princess quickly turned around and saw Angor standing beside her.
"Huh? His outer appearance has changed. He no longer looks like a half-undead." Angor raised an eyebrow and looked at the average-looking yet expressionless creature. "You can disguise yourself? Or is there something else?"
Before Angor could finish, the expression in the undead creature's eyes began to change. Soon, they became the same as the other undead creatures: hatred, chaos, and murderous intent. There was nothing but murderous intent in the creature's eyes.
Angor was a little surprised when the undead creature lunged at him with bulging veins.
Angor frowned. He sensed that the undead creature wasn't talking about Goman Princess anymore.
With no other choice, he fired Prelude to Rebirth at the undead creature.
The undead creature disappeared, but Goman Princess was nowhere to be seen.
Princess Goman was now hundreds of meters away. Behind the layers of undead, she turned into an ordinary-looking undead and slowly moved toward a dark cave.
Goman Princess didn't know how Angor found her, but she knew that she would be in danger if she stayed here any longer.
After all, the ability of "Undead Possession" had a lot of limitations.
With that in mind, Goman Princess quickly walked toward the entrance of the cave. When she reached the entrance, she couldn't help but look back at Angor's direction. Layers of undead creatures blocked her view, allowing her to observe the young man without fear.
Angor was currently looking around while dodging the attacks of the undead creatures with a troubled look on his face.
Goman Princess chuckled. "Idiots die because they talk too much."
If Angor didn't give her time to react, she would have shot him right away. With her current strength, which was not considered strong, she might really die.
Unfortunately, Angor was too talkative.
Goman Princess turned away and didn't want to watch anymore. She would find other undead creatures to bring Angor's soul and the gun to her anyway.
However, when Goman Princess was about to enter the cave, she suddenly heard a deep, hoarse voice.
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