However, it was not easy to fly up. The unknown "monster" was a black mass, and he would be blown away before he could even get close.
For safety's sake, Angor already covered himself with the sequence of gravity when he floated up. If there was any danger, he could run away immediately.
Angor carefully floated upward.
However, when he was about a hundred meters above the ground, a strange gust of wind came again. Before he could see what was going on, he was slapped down again.
Angor spun several times in the air and finally stabilized himself with the sequence of gravity.
Ignoring the discomfort caused by the chaotic energy inside his body, Angor looked up at the thick fog above him.
Just a moment ago, he saw that black shadow again. But just like last time, he was blown away by the wind brought by the "body" before he could even get close.
Was it some kind of external wind defense spell?
Angor tried a few more times, but the same thing happened every time. It seemed that the shadow was trying to stop him from flying up.
No matter which direction he tried, he would be blown away by the wind as soon as he reached a hundred meters above the ground. He had fallen several times already, but he still could not make any progress. In the end, he had no choice but to return to the ground.
At the same time, Sunders, who was moving quickly in the fog, suddenly paused.
Why did he feel like he forgot to tell Angor something? What was it? Sunders quickly thought about it. Soon, his eyes lit up as he looked at the sky covered by the fog.
He remembered that he only told Angor that the Nightmare Realm was only a thousand kilometers wide. He did not tell him that the height was only a hundred meters.
"It should be fine, right? Angor won't try again after learning his lesson, "Sunders said. Sunders said with certainty. Consider this an outdoor lesson for Angor to learn from his mistakes.
However, the truth was that Angor was already covered in wounds. The energy in his soul was trembling as if it was going to fall apart.
If he did not run into that strange wooden house, he would probably stop after one try, just as Sunders predicted.
However, he was too lucky. The first building he saw after entering the Nightmare Realm was this wooden house.
Since he couldn't take the path in the sky, he could only return to the ground. He had no choice but to enter the mist. A moment later, he saw the wooden house in front of him again and felt a chill down his spine.
This wooden house was like a nightmare that he couldn't get rid of, standing in the depths of his evil will.
Angor hesitated. He really wanted to run away, but his mind told him that he had to face the wooden house first if he wanted to leave this world that looked like a loop.
He took a deep breath.
He straightened his back, tidied up his slightly wrinkled gentleman's suit, lowered his black top hat, and calmly walked to the wooden house. It was as if this noble gesture was a sacred ritual that could dispel the uneasiness in his heart.
He bent his finger and knocked on the door. The crisp sound of knocking could be heard. However, no one answered.
He pushed the door open, and the scene inside was the same as before. Instead of checking, he went straight to the painting.
Just as he thought, the perspective of the oil painting had improved. It was as if someone in the painting was walking toward the castle bathed in the moonlight.
He turned around and entered the mist again.
This time, he wasn't going to back down. He wanted to see what the painting was trying to tell him. Or rather, what would the end of the painting be?
Angor believed that the painting had to have an ending, and when it did, it would show its fangs.
He entered and exited again and again.
He couldn't even tell if he had entered the same wooden house or different ones. The traces he left behind would disappear the next time he entered the house.
When he entered the wooden house for the 29th time, the painting finally reached the entrance of the castle.
Now, Angor noticed that the castle looked prosperous from afar, but when he looked closer, it looked like it was in ruins. The rivets on the wooden door had fallen off, and the corners were full of spider webs. Even the fluttering banners, curtains, and other things were all broken.
However, it wasn't the kind of destruction that could be caused by war. It was …
A castle that was eroded by the power of time and naturally decayed.
"So the next time I see you, you'll show your fangs?" Angor muttered to himself.
With everything prepared, Angor pushed open the door for the 30th time.
Nothing changed inside. Angor looked at the painting with a confused and cautious look.
The painting didn't zoom in. Instead, the angle changed.
The door that Angor thought would open was still closed. The angle of view didn't extend to the door. Instead, "he" looked up, and the angle of view changed a little.
The fangs weren't behind the door, but "above"?
Angor left the wooden house again with a puzzled look. The 31st time, the 32nd time … When Angor stood in front of the painting for the 34th time …
His pupils shrank.
This time, the message that the picture wanted to convey finally showed some clues!
The painting didn't look at the sky after it raised its head. Instead, it was looking at the window on the second floor of the castle. The window had tattered red curtains, which were fluttering in the wind.
The painting moved closer and closer … and finally, Angor saw what was inside the window.
Inside the window was an ordinary girl's room, but the angle of view was fixed here. The fixed object was a painting on the wall of the room.
Another painting showed up.
When Angor saw the painting, he thought it would be a recurring nightmare, just like what Jon told him when he was little. "There was a temple on a mountain, and there was a monk telling a story. The story was about a temple on a mountain …"
Angor kept repeating the scene in the painting endlessly.
But he was wrong.
When he saw the painting for the 34th time, he vaguely saw the content of the painting.
It was a typical noble portrait, in which there was a blonde girl with a beautiful smile.
"So, this is the clue of the painting? But … what is it trying to say? "Angor pondered and left the wooden house again.
When he stood in front of the painting for the 35th time, the painting changed again. The blonde girl turned into a middle-aged noblewoman holding a floating crystal ball in her hand.
The noblewoman's hair color and face were very similar to the blonde girl's.
It was almost as if they were the same person's childhood and middle age.
The floating crystal ball indicated the woman's identity. She must be a wizard … Angor suddenly realized something.
The town shrouded in mist was called "Witch's Town" in real life.
Sunders did not explain why, but Angor guessed that there must have been witches living in the town. The middle-aged lady in the painting was a witch.
Could the woman in the painting be the origin of Witch's Town?
But why didn't Sunders ever mention her? Or the strange wooden house?
Angor stood in front of the painting for the 36th time with doubts.
This time, when Angor stood in front of the screen, he finally noticed something wrong.
The middle-aged noblewoman had turned into a creepy old woman with loose skin and wrinkles that looked like withered ravines. Her hair was extremely dry, and Angor could see a hint of gold in it.
She wore a wrinkled, dark blue cloak and stared at the person outside the painting — Angor.
Angor took a few steps back because of the stare.
Right at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The strange old witch in the painting suddenly came to life. She crawled out of the painting and stood in the girl's boudoir.
She then turned around and gave Angor a sinister smile.
A green light slowly appeared in her hand, and a green portal appeared in front of the girl's room. At the same time, a similar portal appeared in the painting in front of Angor.
Angor saw the old witch standing behind the portal.
He couldn't tell when he was in the painting, but when the portal appeared, the old witch's aura was so strong that it felt like a raging sea. A great pressure came out of the portal and covered Angor's body.
Angor could feel the strong hostility coming from it.
She was going to kill him!
The aura coming out of the portal was as strong as the one Isabella used on Angor.
This was after the Space Door had blocked most of her aura. It was hard to imagine how terrifying she would be when she came out of the Space Door!
She was at least as strong as Sunders.
Angor was already prepared when the old witch was about to make a move. He quickly turned around and ran outside.
He was in his soul form, and with the help of the sequence of gravity, he could resist the old witch's aura for now. But once she came out of the portal, it would be a different story.
The only thing Angor could do now was to run.
"You … can't escape. This is … my domain." The old witch's hoarse voice reached Angor's ears.
Angor ignored it and kept running.
However, when he was about to run away from the portal, he suddenly heard a surprised "huh?"
Angor assumed it was the old witch trying to trick him, so he dashed out of the wooden house without looking back and plunged into the mist.
Nothing happened in the wooden house for a long time.
The portal in the painting was still there, but the old witch in the girl's room did not come out either. She was frowning with an unwilling look on her face.
She had sealed herself in the memory of the past for who knew how long, trapped in the endless abyss, and lost herself forever.
Finally, a Guardian of Nightmares appeared.
But why was it already marked?
On the back of the Guardian of Nightmares, she saw … a patch of green lines that were glowing and growing.
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