It was a skinless baby with a blood-red body. At this moment, it was hanging upside down to weave a web.
A silk-like bandage was wrapped around its forehead. Below its forehead, there was still no flesh or blood. His eyes were black and bulging, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was so wide that it reached his ears, revealing his dark mouth.
The muscles on its limbs were constantly melting and regenerating, while its nails were black and sharp.
Judging from the Infant Spirit itself, it was already very strange.
What was even stranger was that a green vine covered with thorns had pierced deep into the top of the Baby Spirit's head. The exposed part of the vine had a bright red flower in it.
The flower swayed in the wind, and a large amount of red liquid gushed out from its stamen. The liquid fell to the ground and turned into solidified red wax.
When they saw the Infant Spirit and the flower, other than feeling strange, they also understood a little more.
They wondered if the web and the red wax had nothing to do with the Baby Spirit, but were actually a trap set by Adanis. But now, they were sure that it was the Baby Spirit's doing.
The web came from the bandage on the Baby Spirit's head.
The red wax was formed by the liquid dripping from the red flower.
This was the first time they saw such a strange combination of flower and Baby Spirit. Besides, judging from the strange smile on the Baby Spirit's face, they couldn't tell whether it was the Baby Spirit controlling the flower, or the flower possessing the Baby Spirit. Or maybe they were simply complementing each other.
"Are you going to attack them directly, Angor?"
When the Mist Snake broke through the last layer of the web, Dorcas asked the question in his heart.
Angor did not answer. He did not need to ask. The answer was already shown to him.
He didn't attack the Baby Spirit.
The giant snake formed by the white mist stopped right in front of the Baby Spirit. With its head held high and its ghostly green eyes, it looked down at the bizarre Baby Spirit that had climbed to the center of the web.
It didn't look like the Baby Spirit was threatening the mist snake at all. Instead, it looked like the mist snake was in the dominant position, suppressing the tiny Baby Spirit like a god overlooking all living beings.
Of course, this was only their imagination. They knew that this wasn't the real situation.
Since the Baby Spirit dared to be released by Adanis to stop them, and Adanis even clearly said that "with it here, you will never reach the Clear Sky Poetry Room", it meant that the Baby Spirit was very powerful.
At the very least, an illusion couldn't do anything to it.
However, they didn't understand why Angor controlled the mist snake to stop and look at the Baby Spirit.
They could understand if Angor told the snake to attack. But now, it seemed that the snake was only pretending to be arrogant and didn't do anything else.
Was it trying to intimidate the Baby Spirit?
But the Baby Spirit didn't look scared …
What was even stranger was that the Baby Spirit didn't attack the Mist Snake. Instead, it swayed the red flower on its head as if it was greeting the Mist Snake.
"What are you doing? Is the Baby Spirit treating your Mist Snake as a toy? You're not coaxing a baby, are you? "Dorcas guessed.
"Let's try," Angor said casually.
"You can really communicate?" Dorcas asked in surprise.
"How do I know if I can communicate with them?"
"… What do you mean 'trying to communicate' then?"
Angor spoke in a serious tone through their Spirit Bond, "Trying to communicate. You should focus on 'trying', not 'communicating'."
Dorcas said unhappily, "Heh, you make it sound so mysterious. Then, did your experiment have any results?"
"Not yet," said Angor. But it didn't attack my illusion either. Is this a prelude for communication? "
Dorcas didn't believe Angor's words at all.
Black Earl, on the other hand, carefully observed Angor's expression and seemed to have noticed something. However, he didn't say anything. He just stayed beside Angor and watched.
Angor wasn't lying to Dorcas.
He was trying to communicate with the Baby Spirit, but it didn't seem to be working so far. At least, the Baby Spirit and the flower didn't show any hostility or attack the mist snake.
It looked more like he was ignoring the mist snakes. Perhaps it was because the illusion created by the "nightmare illusion" alone was not enough to convince them?
Angor froze the snake on the spot for several minutes, and the Baby Spirit still didn't show any intention of talking to it.
But it was worth mentioning that the Baby Spirit had never moved, let alone attacked the mist snake.
This was actually very eye-catching because the Mist Snake was looking down from above. Any creature with the ability to resist would probably be unwilling to accept such a situation.
But the Baby Spirit didn't care about the snake's attitude at all. It even lowered its head as if to show its submission.
But … it still didn't talk.
Angor watched the scene and hesitated. They couldn't just stay here and waste time with the Baby Spirit. They had to do something.
However, should he do that?
Angor pondered for a moment and made up his mind. He took a deep breath and spoke through the Spirit Bond, "I'm going to talk to the Baby Spirit and see what's going on."
"Sir, isn't that a bit … rash?" Vaal asked worriedly.
Dorcas, on the other hand, supported Angor's decision. "The web is broken. We should've done it long ago. I'll go with you! "
Angor considered for a moment and decided to go with Dorcas. At least he would have a meat shield in case of conflict.
But before Angor could agree, Dark Earl spoke up again.
"I'll go with you. Dorcas, stay here and take care of the two apprentices," Dark Earl said in a plain tone.
"Why? I want to go too." Dorcas was a little dissatisfied.
Dorcas didn't want to go before. But now that the Baby Spirit didn't dare to attack the snake, he had a better idea. The flower on the Baby Spirit's body must be a Glutton Flower. It looked nice. If he could get it, it would be a great deal.
"It's simple," Dark Earl said. If you go with Angor, you and Angor will both die. But if I go with Angor, I'm sure Angor will survive regardless of whether this clone of mine dies or not. "
The situation wasn't so clear yet.
The snake wasn't attacked, but it didn't mean the Baby Spirit wouldn't attack them either.
The snake wasn't a living being, so the Baby Spirit didn't need to attack it. And if they went with Angor, the Baby Spirit might do something.
Between the Baby Spirit and the flower, it didn't matter which was the main body. Dorcas could act as a meat shield, but he couldn't guarantee that both of them would survive.
As for Dark Earl, he wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice this clone of his. But if it could save Angor's life, he would do it without hesitation.
Leaving aside his relationship with Sunders and Rein, Angor's personal value alone was enough to make Sunders do such a thing.
Dark Earl's words were simple and straightforward, and they struck Dorcas right in the heart.
If he and Angor went with Dark Earl, they might both die or survive. But if Dark Earl and Angor went with Dark Earl, they would definitely survive. Even if Dark Earl's clone was killed, it would only be a clone.
With this in mind, Dorcas believed Angor had a 50/50 chance of surviving. His Aura wasn't dangerous, but he wouldn't trust it completely. After some serious consideration, Dorcas agreed with Dark Earl's opinion.
He decided to stay and protect the two apprentices.
Dark Earl looked at Angor. "Let's go. I'll go with you."
Angor already decided to take a look, but it didn't mean he would leave right away. There was one more thing he needed to do, which was to transfer the illusion nodes on Elmi's body to the external array board.
This way, the moving illusion would be fixed in place.
This way, Elmi would be able to go with them.
Even though Dark Earl said he would keep Elmi alive, Angor still needed to be careful just in case.
With the illusion fixed, Angor exchanged a look with Dark Earl, nodded, and slowly walked out of the illusion.
As soon as they stepped out of the illusion, Dark Earl suddenly stopped.
His nostrils flared as if he was trying to catch a whiff of the outside world.
Angor knew Dark Earl was going to get even more suspicious.
As expected, Dark Earl looked back at Angor and spoke in a meaningful tone, "I smell something familiar in the air."
Earlier, Dark Earl couldn't smell anything because of the purification field in Angor's moving illusion. But now, when he came out of the illusion himself, the smell immediately rushed into his nose.
Although it was called a taste, it was actually not a real smell, but a kind of feeling. Or rather, a feeling that went beyond the five senses.
It was almost the same feeling Angor felt when using illusions.
That was why the Black Earl was puzzled.
"I smell something familiar as well," Angor said calmly.
The Black Earl said, "Then we should be smelling the same thing."
Angor chuckled but didn't say anything. Instead, he led the way.
Angor didn't intend to explain. Although the Black Earl had doubts in his heart, he was not in the mood to think about these things because they had entered the Red Wax area.
Of course, they couldn't touch the red wax directly. Instead, they floated in the air.
However, even in midair, the Dark Earl could feel the influence of the red wax.
Earlier, Dorcas mentioned that there was a special force field in the red wax area that affected one's mind to a certain extent, which caused him to lose control over the sandworms.
At first, they didn't pay much attention to it. Although the sandworms were a little strange in the red wax area, it was the webs that caused them to go crazy.
But when they arrived at the red wax area, Dark Earl realized how terrifying the effect of the red wax was.
Or rather, it wasn't "terrifying". It should be called "horrifying".
The Dark Earl was still pondering over the familiar feeling in his surroundings, but after entering the red wax region, his thoughts were thrown into chaos without any warning.
A second ago, he might be thinking about normal things, but the next second, the strange clown would appear in his mind. He would remove the clown from his mind and continue thinking. However, the pig fat factory that was making soap appeared in his mind again, and the painful sound of pigs being slaughtered.
In this way, Dark Earl entered a very strange state. One second, he was thinking about something normal. The next second, he was thinking about strange things.
Although his thoughts were intermittent and could barely be carried out normally, the scenes that inexplicably surged into his mind were all extremely strange. Clowns, pigs being slaughtered, carrion eating, discoloration, mutation, decapitation … Strange scenes constantly overlapped with each other.
Sometimes, Dark Earl felt that he had experienced those scenes before. But when he thought about it carefully, it didn't seem like it was him. But in the next second, he felt that such things had happened before. It was just that the scenes he was seeing now were "metaphors" and "exaggerations".
They seemed unrelated, but they were actually connected.
This made Dark Earl feel a sense of dread. It was as if his memories were being replaced. Those crazy memories were his normal thoughts. Those thoughts that he thought were normal were actually … self-righteous.
It wasn't that Dark Earl had never been affected mentally before. However, this was the first time he was affected in such a strange way.
Dark Earl deeply suspected that if he continued to stay here, even if it was just for a minute, he might become another "him".
And that "him" might think that he was the real "him". The past "him" was just a figment of his imagination.
This horrifying knowledge made the Black Earl feel fear for the first time.
He couldn't help but look back at Angor. Should he leave with Angor first?
As for Angor, he was affected as well.
However, the scenes that appeared in Angor's mind were different from Dark Earl's. Every time, Angor saw an endless sea of flowers.
Every beautiful flower in the sea of flowers had a big mouth, and these flowers' mouths were constantly saying something.
Angor couldn't hear them clearly because of the noise.
After several similar scenes, Angor listened carefully and finally realized that the flowers with mouths were praising him. "Praise Moonlight! Praise the Queen! Praise Shava! "
Apart from these, the flowers were also praising something else that Angor had never heard of before. "Praise Saya!"
As far as Angor could remember, there were only four types of people who were praised by the nightmare creatures so far: Moonlight, the Queen, Shava, and various ministers.
Was Saya a new type of person?
Who was Saya?
Angor didn't know that there was no one named Saya in Grue Town. Maybe Saya was another powerful figure in the Nightmare Realm?
Regardless of who Saya was, Angor still felt a little annoyed when these praises kept popping up in his mind.
"Angor" was one of the people they were praising, and he did not feel anything wrong with his mind. However, he really did not want to hear so much noise around his ears.
What could he do to block it?
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