Angor had no idea what was going on outside the dimension.
He was already on his way to the center of the mist zone.
After careful consideration and weighing the pros and cons, he decided to take a look. He was not only going to locate the location. He had other things to do, and there were other "people" he wanted to meet.
With the help of Speed Spirit, it didn't take him long to reach the reef island.
The place was still peaceful. In fact, it was even calmer than before. However, this calmness did not make people feel at ease. Instead, it made people restless. It was like the calm before a storm.
"The air is getting wetter, and the smell is getting worse. I don't like it."
It was Dankros who spoke. Ever since Toby was "sealed" in Angor's bracelet, Dankros had successfully climbed onto Angor's shoulder.
Dankros had never experienced something like this before, so he was very excited. He walked back and forth on Angor's shoulder like a dance floor, as if he was trying to breathe in the scent of "Mister Toby".
Honestly, the scene was a little unsightly.
Just imagine a pale, severed hand pacing back and forth on his shoulder while humming a sharp, discordant song. It was truly horrifying, bizarre, and bizarre. If anyone looked at Angor now, they would definitely look at Dankros first.
At first, Angor wanted to tell Dankros to stop. However, since there were no civilians around, and Dankros was not using his real face, Angor decided to let it go. Besides, Dankros had been doing a good job recently, so Angor was willing to show some fatherly kindness.
"Why did you follow me? I asked the professor to take you back, but you insisted on following me." Angor was complaining about Dankros, but he quickly took out a small bottle of quenching liquid from his bracelet and poured it on Dankros' body.
"Ah! Nice!" Dankros regained his spirit after bathing in the liquid.
"I'm warning you. Don't get any of that liquid on my clothes. If it burns a hole, I won't give you the rest of the quenching liquid."
"Don't worry. I can easily control this small fire." Dankros even moved the liquid around with his fingertip. The liquid turned into a "bead" that slid off Angor's clothes like a smooth pearl. There was no trace of burning on Angor's clothes.
From this, it could be seen that Dankrose's ability to control fire was indeed quite good.
Alchemy should be a good match for someone who can control fire … Angor thought.
"By the way, you haven't answered my question. Why didn't you leave with my mentor?"
Dangros played with the quenching liquid as he lazily said, "I don't want it. I want to be with Lord Toby."
"But Toby isn't outside right now. How about I put you into the bracelet too?" Toby was lonely inside the bracelet, and he didn't dare to go to the dream wasteland for fear of running into Greya. Therefore, Angor sincerely wanted Dankros to accompany Toby.
Dankrose's body stiffened. He coughed twice and pretended to say unintentionally, "No, it doesn't matter. It's fun to accompany you occasionally. "
"Oh?" Angor raised an eyebrow.
Dan Gross: "What I mean is, the joy of adventure."
"Oh." Angor gave Dankros a meaningful glance and didn't say anything else.
Since Dankros wanted to stay outside, Angor didn't mind letting him do so. At least he had someone to talk to. However, if something dangerous happened later, Angor would still put Toby back into the bracelet. Dan Gross agreed with him on this point.
While chatting with Dankros, Angor finally returned to the central area of the mist zone.
At this point, the air became slightly stagnant, and the enormous and transcendent pressure came again.
Angor could still endure the discomfort by relying on his physical strength. But as he got closer, he couldn't move any faster. Even his Agility was affected. Angor had no choice but to activate the green mark in his right eye again. His Forcefield was activated, and 90% of the aura disappeared.
Without the pressure, Angor could move faster again.
Soon, he arrived at the area where the lab was located. Previously, he had been able to witness the tyrannical appearance of Number 00, which was the laboratory flying in the sky, from nearby. But now, Number 00 was nowhere to be seen. He must have gone to the bottom of the sea.
As for whether Number 00 "returned" to the bottom of the sea or "crashed", Angor didn't know. It all depended on Number 01's choice. If he chose to fight back, he might control Number 00 to attack Boroye, which would make it more likely that Number 00 would crash. Or vice versa.
Angor believed that Number 01 wouldn't fight back. And even if he did, he wouldn't use Number 00 to fight back. If he did, he would become a complete enemy of Sei Legacy. Sei Legacy had a branch in Cazider World, and Number 01 wouldn't cut off his own escape route if he wanted to use Cazider World as a last resort.
Therefore, it was highly possible that Number 00 was still intact. But Angor didn't plan to check it out right now.
Because the target he wanted to locate this time was Boroye.
Since Number 00 was no longer in the sea, Boroye had achieved his goal. Their next target would be … No.03.
So, he had to go straight to Number 03's location.
As Angor got closer to his target, the sea became more turbulent. Pieces of flesh and bones floated on the surface of the sea. The entire surface of the sea was dyed red by mottled blood, making it look like a sea of blood.
These pieces of flesh all came from sea monsters.
Judging from the current situation, the number of dead sea monsters had reached an unimaginable number.
Furthermore, more and more sea beasts were gathering here from all over the misty belt.
Angor's expression turned grim as he looked at the floating pieces of flesh and blood. So many dead sea monsters meant that the Mystery Fruit on Number 03's head was about to reach its limit.
Angor came here for another purpose, which was to see how the half-out-of-order item could evolve. He couldn't miss this chance.
With that in mind, Angor picked up his pace.
Soon, he sensed a strong force coming from a certain location.
He looked up and saw that the force was coming from a tidal area formed by several sea walls.
It was too far to see what was above the sea walls, but Number 03 had to be there.
They were at least dozens of nautical miles away from Number 03's location, but the force was already here. The area of disorder was getting bigger.
Once the mysterious fruit matured, it would truly become disordered. Then, the areas affected by the disorder would definitely suffer the first wave of disorder.
Who knew what would happen then? This was why everyone was worried about Angor's safety.
Angor still had time to turn back, but he didn't hesitate and kept moving forward. Since he was already here and made his choice, he might as well carry it out.
Besides, he wouldn't die for sure.
After flying for another 20 nautical miles, he could already see No.03's figure on the wall of water.
The force of the fruit was growing stronger, but he could still handle it with the help of his Forcefield.
However, considering that the force of the fruit was a variable and would increase as it matured, Angor couldn't afford to be careless.
He was still moving forward, but at a much slower speed. While flying, Angor tried to calculate how fast the force of the fruit was growing. He didn't want to get caught off guard and lose control.
As he carefully moved forward, he was noticed by some people.
In the sky about ten nautical miles away from No.03, Boroye seemed to have sensed something and turned around to look.
He saw Angor's reflection in Boroye's sharp, sapphire eyes.
"City Lord, the interesting little fellow you mentioned before seems to be here as well." Bo Oloye chuckled: "Houluo Houluo, now I seem to understand why the City Lord said he is very interesting."
Angor clearly knew how dangerous this place was, yet he still came back. How bold of him. Unfortunately, no matter how bold he was, when he encountered an unreasonable and illogical mysterious object, he would still fall into a chaotic rhythm and be unable to extricate himself.
"Don't mind him." The mayor's avatar inside Boroye's body spoke in a flat tone. A newly advanced wizard was no different from a sea monster to them.
"Mister Mayor, you mentioned that he has traces of the power of that world on him. Yue Luo ~ Could he have been sent by that world? "
"No." Again, the answer was short.
"Luo?" Why?
"Because that place itself represents … disorder."
Would a world that already represented disorder continue to pursue disorder? It was hard to say. But at least Gruz Deward never heard of anyone from that world getting involved in the chaos. On the contrary, quite a number of extraordinary beings had fallen into the chaotic rhythm of that world.
"Pyro …" Boroye didn't expect this answer at all. It couldn't help but swallow its saliva. It only felt that its eight tentacles were a little cold.
"Thank goodness the creatures from that world won't come. Otherwise, we'll be in big trouble."
Boroye muttered to himself and tried to shift his attention away from Angor. However, it suddenly paused as if it had thought of something. "That's right, I faintly smelled Schiz's scent on this little fellow just now."
"It's the molting of a young Schiz. Number 01 had it. That guy must have gotten it from Number 01, "Gruz Deward said.
"Don't we need to catch him?"
"No need. Apart from the molting, I sensed that the young Schiz didn't have much of a connection with that person."
This meant that Angor didn't get the molting from Schiz. He must have gotten it from someone else. Otherwise, Angor's fate would be deeply entangled with the young Schiz.
It was precisely because of this judgment that Gruzz-Dade immediately thought of Number 01.
"Pyro …" Fine.
Even so, Boroye was still interested in Angor. This was the first time he saw such a weak human who obtained the power of that world.
He didn't need to deal with Angor himself, but he could leave the young Schiz to deal with him. After all, Angor already established a connection with the young Schiz by taking its molting. Once the young Schiz successfully achieved nirvana, it would seek Angor out on its own if it still couldn't calm down.
Of course, that was if Angor could survive this ordeal.
"Pyro, you foolish human. Do you know that person?"
Boroye looked at Number 01 and asked.
Number 01 didn't seem to be restrained by anything, but he didn't move at all. Even his expression was as stiff as a robot's.
Boroye could easily deal with Number 01. However, it didn't kill him. Instead, it captured him.
"Pyro? Oh, I forgot. I didn't release your language seal. " Boroye stuck out its pink tongue as if it was trying to act cute. In the next second, its "cute" turned into "violent".
Its tentacle turned into a blur and slapped Number 01's face.
Number 01's face had a hole in it. His flesh was mangled, and his teeth were broken.
"You can speak now, human."
When 01 felt that he could move his lips and tongue, he didn't answer Boroye's question immediately. Instead, he lifted his remaining teeth and bit down on his own tongue.
"You won't die from a broken tongue, but it'll hurt a lot. Do you want to die from the pain? Do you think I'll let you die from it? "
Number 01 stopped biting his tongue and stared at Boroye with bloodshot eyes.
"Kill me! KILL ME!"
"You want to die? You want to go to Cazider World while the connection is happening. Pyro! Impossible!"
Boroye laughed. This was originally a cute sound, but in 01's ears, it sounded like a demon's urging.
"However, if you listen to me obediently, I might be lenient ~ Yue Luo ~"
Number 01 remained silent as he considered the situation. In the end, he stopped pretending to be crazy and looked at Boroye. There was an image floating in the air, showing Angor's face.
Number 01 said, "He's the one sent by Sayi Society."
Boroye grinned. "You think I'll believe that?"
"Then what do you want to know?"
Boroye didn't hesitate to use its tentacle again to break the other half of Number 01's face. "You should call me Great Lord Boroye. And you shouldn't have lied to me. "
"Heh."
"You don't like it? Don't worry, Pyro! If you dare to disobey again, I'll tear your soul into pieces. "
Number 01 remained silent.
"I'll give you one more chance. Who is he?"
"I don't know him. I only know that he snuck into the lab before."
Boroye gave Number 01 a long look. It could tell that Number 01 wasn't lying this time. He really didn't know the little guy.
The molted shell of the Schiz larvae was probably stolen from the laboratory.
Boroye didn't care too much about how the molted shell got to Angor. But since Number 01 said that Angor snuck into the lab before …
Maybe the Deep Space knew who he was?
While Boroye was trying to figure out Angor's identity, the white-haired Watcher also noticed Angor's arrival.
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