"Something's bothering you?" Count Black's voice reached his ears.
The others also looked at Angor in confusion.
Angor chuckled. "I'm just thinking. According to the information I got, the Flying Skull Demons appeared before the Glutton Flowers, which means there should be a Flying Skull Demon around here. But I think my information was wrong. "
"It's normal for our information to be wrong. Besides, I don't think the Flying Skull Demon is here. The underground waterway is huge, and the Flying Skull Demon is a fast flying monster. It's normal for it to wander around. "
Angor nodded. "You're right. Hovering Skulls aren't Glutton Flowers. Glutton Flowers can stay still for a long time, but Hovering Skulls … they won't stay put forever even if they want to survive. I'm the one who thought wrongly. "
Angor looked at the small alley at the edge of the square. "Let's go. The Flying Skull Demon isn't here, but the information about the Glutton Flowers must be correct. Let's go meet the Glutton Flowers."
With that, Angor took the lead and walked toward the alley. His troubled expression was gone.
The others felt that Angor's behavior was a bit strange, but now was not the time to ask about it. They all looked at each other in silence and followed him into the dark alley.
As soon as they entered the alleyway, they stopped after taking a few steps.
It wasn't because they wanted to stop. It was because Angor stopped walking in front of them, so they simply followed him.
Wai was about to ask Angor why, but before he could, Dorcas interrupted him.
Dorcas placed a finger on his lips to make a "shh" gesture to stop Wai from talking. Then, he signaled Kal-El to come over and help Wai out of the alley.
"Don't come in here for a while. Don't worry. I'll take you away as soon as I open the plane passageway. "
Dorcas promised through the Spirit Bond.
Wai and Kal-El didn't know what was going on. But when they saw Dorcas' serious expression, they realized something.
"Is the Infant Spirit here?" Wai asked in a small voice.
Dorcas nodded solemnly.
Wa Yi opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he felt that it would be too long and tedious to say anything at this point in time. He also felt that it would be too emotional.
In the end, Wa Yi only whispered, "Be careful."
Dorcas nodded but did not say anything else. Instead, he quickly returned to Black Earl and Angor.
No matter how powerful this infant spirit was, as a Bloodline Magus, Dorcas could not back down. In particular, he couldn't let an illusionary sorcerer take the lead.
Dorcas quickened his pace and tried to overtake Angor. At the same time, the string of mockery in his throat was ready to attack at any time.
However, Dorcas was stopped by Angor's hand when he tried to walk past Angor.
Dorcas looked at Angor in confusion, but Angor only gave him a look, telling him to calm down.
Dorcas had a lot of questions in his head, but they already believed in Angor's plan. Even if Angor did not give them an explanation, Dorcas still stopped. However, Dorcas stubbornly refused to back off. He stood on the same row as Angor.
After standing still, Dorcas looked ahead.
There was a small figure in front of them.
He did catch a glimpse of it before, but he was too worried about Wai and Kael. Now that he looked closer, he couldn't help but frown.
That small figure that appeared and disappeared from time to time should be the Infant Spirit. He couldn't see what it looked like, so it wasn't the Infant Spirit that caused Kael to frown, but something else.
The alley in front of them was covered with solidified blood-red wax. It was not arranged neatly, and it looked like a wall of candles had a big hole burned in it.
However, the solidified wax was not the main problem. More importantly, there were layers of white webs in front of them.
These webs looked no different from spider webs, except they were larger and denser, and they were stuck to the walls of the path.
And there wasn't only one side of the webs. Through the holes in the webs, they could see that there were more webs inside. There were layers and layers, and they couldn't see the end of them.
They couldn't see the Infant Spirit's appearance because it wasn't on the outermost layer of the webs.
It was hiding behind countless layers of webs. Through the shadows, they could see that the Infant Spirit was acting strangely. It would climb walls, hang ceilings, or go crazy.
Since they couldn't see the Infant Spirit for now, they decided to put it aside for now. The priority now was to deal with the layers of dense white webs.
"Do they look like they're made of silk?" Through the reflection of the webs and the softness of the swaying edges, Dokes determined that these webs weren't as thin and sticky as spider webs. Instead, they were more like a net-like structure laid out by silk.
Angor's eyes glowed. Dorcas knew that this was the result of using Narda's Vision.
A moment later, Angor closed his eyes, and the light faded away.
"They're made of silk," Angor said when he opened his eyes again.
"Is it really silk?" Dorcas was surprised. "There's dripping wax, and silk … Why do I feel like I'm in Elysium …"
The Black Earl glanced at Dorcas coldly, and Dorcas immediately pretended to cough to stop his colorful reverie.
"I mean, since it's made of silk, we can burn it with fire, right? Just as well, we can melt the wax on the ground as well. Otherwise, it'll be annoying. "
"It's silk, but it's not ordinary. As for the wax on the ground, I don't see anything strange about it. But since it's here, it's not ordinary either. "
"Not ordinary?" Dorcas was confused. "What's so special about it?"
"Can't you sense it yourself?" Angor asked.
"Releasing spirit energy whenever we run into an undead creature is suicide," Dorcas said in a serious tone.
Angor didn't know what to say. You're talking to two apprentices. What's a wizard like you worrying about?
The Dark Earl said indifferently, "Baby Spirits are the same as Undead Spirits. As long as they smell the scent of living humans, they can't wait to rush forward and hunt them down. But now, the Infant Spirit is still moving about in the depths of these webs. There are only two possibilities. "
"First, Angor's illusion is blocking its senses. It still hasn't noticed us.
"Second, it's not an unintelligent undead creature like we thought. It won't charge at us recklessly."
"I'm more inclined to believe the second one."
As for the reason, it was easy to see the dense and "artistic" webs in front of them.
It didn't look like something an unintelligent creature could do.
Of course, Count Black didn't think the Infant Spirit was intelligent. He still believed that the Glutton Flower might be controlling the Infant Spirit.
After all, they couldn't see where the Glutton Flower was. Maybe it was on the Infant Spirit whose face couldn't be seen clearly?
After a pause, the Black Earl continued, "It's also possible that it's both of them. Anyway, no matter which one it is, you won't be attacked if you use your spirit energy now. "
When Count Black said "use your spirit energy", he didn't mean to reach the Infant Spirit. Instead, he kept his spirit energy inside Angor's illusion. This way, even if the Infant Spirit launched a surprise attack, it would have time to withdraw its spirit energy.
Dorcas thought about it and found it reasonable. He carefully extended his spirit feelers outside his body.
When he used his spirit feelers to observe the object, he finally understood why Angor said "silk, but not ordinary silk".
In his spirit vision, the silk was glowing with a faint red light. It was like blood that was about to dry up, struggling for the last time before it completely turned black.
The red light was even more ominous and unsettling than the blood-red light.
Most importantly, Dorcas did not sense the existence of any energy within the crimson light. It was as if the silk was glowing on its own.
Silk, on the other hand, was nothing special in the view of spiritual power. If it wasn't for the ominous light, even Dorcas wouldn't think there was anything special about it.
"You see it, right?" Angor whispered, "The webs look ordinary, but there's something special about them. But I can't sense anything unusual about them. The red wax on the ground also looks ordinary. Who can say it doesn't have a different side to it? "
"That's true," Dorcas said, "but if we can't touch them just by looking at the surface, we'd be too timid."
Both Angor and Count Black looked at Dorcas.
They didn't say anything, but Dorcas knew what they meant. If you say so, do it.
Dorcas's lips trembled. He really wanted to say, "Fine, I'll do it."
But for some reason, the sight of the red wax and the webs made him nervous. He didn't mind arguing for a bit, but he didn't want to do it for real.
Seeing how hesitant Dorcas was, Angor and Dark Earl exchanged a glance. They both knew the answer.
Of course, they didn't really want Dorcas to do it. They just wanted to see what "inspiration" Dorcas had for the silk and red wax.
Judging from the current situation, Dorcas's inspiration was giving him a crazy warning.
Considering Dorcas's personality as a Bloodline Wizard, and how he wanted to be a "meat shield" just now, it was obvious that he had a sense of responsibility to protect his "bloodline".
This sense of responsibility wasn't given to him by anyone else. It was purely Dorcas' own desire to do this, and it came from his heart.
A Bloodline Wizard who wanted to be a "meat shield" suddenly hesitated and backed off. If it were anyone else, their faith would have collapsed.
But Dorcas … Inspiration was his faith. When his inspiration gave him a warning, it meant that his faith needed to be adjusted.
Just like now. Even when Angor and Count Black urged him to do it with their eyes, Dorcas still refused. This was the "faith" represented by "responsibility". It was a slight adjustment.
It might seem cowardly, but Angor actually appreciated such a change. If Dorcas was a reckless person who insisted on walking on the edge of a knife's edge and experiencing life and death, Angor would not want to recruit him.
It wasn't that such people who experienced life and death situations weren't bad, but they needed certain prerequisites. For example, a protagonist who was favored by fate.
Since Dorcas was still hesitating, Angor and Count Black stopped urging him. Instead, they began to discuss a plan.
The silk and red wax in front of them must be extremely dangerous. Otherwise, Dorcas wouldn't have stopped here.
But even so, they had to find a way to deal with it. Otherwise, they couldn't keep going.
"Can we use a magic array?" Dorcas asked.
If they could use a magic array to suppress Hidden Slave, could they do the same here?
Angor shook his head. "The only thing I can do is to shake the stability of the space and create a crack for you to use a plane passageway."
Angor also noticed that the magic array here was obviously different from the one outside. It was more stable and tricky. Even he would have to spend more effort to shake the space node. He might even need to use extremely precious consumables, which couldn't be solved by an external array disk.
But Angor didn't want to talk about this. If they really needed to escape, they still had to use the precious consumables. They didn't need to save other people's lives. They needed to save their own.
"What should we do then? Why don't you use my method and try burning it with fire? "
At this time, Wa Yi's voice came from the Spirit Bond. "Are you stupid? Burning it is the same as directly exposing our existence."
Dorcas turned around and looked at Vale, who was poking his head out of the alley. He said in annoyance, "Can't you learn from Kael and obediently stay at the edge of the illusion? Don't get involved."
"Your suggestion sucks. I can't help it. My master said that the Infant Spirit might be intelligent, but it doesn't mean it can find us. I trust Mister Super Dimensional's illusions more. "
"Even if it can't find us, we can't just stay in the illusion forever, can we? We can sneak through the illusion if the silk and red wax aren't there. But we can't do that now. "
"We have to face the Infant Spirit no matter what."
Angor interrupted Wai before he could say anything. "I don't agree with your argument. However, I personally think that Dorcas' last sentence is correct. No matter what, we have to face the Baby Spirit directly this time. "
"Mister …"
Angor considered for a moment and made a difficult decision. "How about this? I'll try to test the Infant Spirit first."
"How do you plan to do that?" Count Dark asked.
"Illusion." Angor considered for a moment before he said, "Illusion."
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