After a brief daze.
Along with the familiar numbness, the scenery around him was torn apart and scattered away. A new background and a new time algorithm were quickly being constructed.
It was like a chicken hatching from its shell.
The cramped wooden hut was now replaced by a study filled with the faint smell of incense.
Sunders stood still and sensed the familiar primal mana environment. He opened his eyes.
The first thing he did was to look at Angor beside him. He wanted to know if Angor brought anything from the Nightmare Realm into the wizarding world.
It seemed Angor's soul was still merging with his body, so he did not open his eyes immediately. But that did not matter. Sunders had already seen what Angor was holding.
The illusion was slowly taking shape. It started as a shadow, was slowly filled with mysterious energy, and finally became solid.
Even Sunders did not understand how to turn illusion into reality. But just by looking at it, he felt like he could learn something about it.
Soon, almost all the items on Angor's body took shape.
Sunders took a quick glance at everything on Angor's body. From mortal items, to magic plants, to the corpse of the Bloodcreeping Bonewoman, a bucket of liquid left by a water monster … Sunders' eyes grew brighter as he looked.
Angor brought everything out of the Nightmare Realm!
"Your Nightmare Form is so powerful …" Sunders was pleasantly surprised. Angor could bring items from the Nightmare Realm out of the Nightmare Realm. This meant that the entire Nightmare Realm would be their treasure vault from now on. Of course, Angor had to be strong enough to keep them safe in the Nightmare Realm.
The items Angor brought with him this time were extremely valuable.
Especially the corpse of the Bloodcreeping Bonewoman, which was a wizard-level monster!
There were only a handful of wizard-level monsters in the southern wizarding region. Almost every one of them would be hunted down by wizards. Every part of a wizard-level monster's body was a treasure. Killing a wizard-level monster would fetch a starting price of six digits, not to mention the core items such as bloodline and soul.
A complete corpse of a wizard-level monster with a soul was worth at least a million on average.
The Nightmare Realm, on the other hand, was filled with wizard-level monsters. Killing these wizard-level monsters would bring them more benefits than they could ever imagine. However, not every region in the Nightmare Realm was as peaceful as Witch's Town, where monsters could be hunted so easily.
Nether City was also located at the edge of the Nightmare Realm. It was a place where legendary monsters, or even stronger monsters, could be found.
Therefore, if they wanted to gain a foothold in the Nightmare Realm, they would need to plan carefully.
Besides, Sunders was not interested in the wizard-level monsters. He was more interested in the knowledge of Singularity Dispersive Meditation, which could improve one's foundation, and … Mystery items.
He did not forget that the zither in the hands of the fox zither player he met in Midnight Sovereign was also a Mystery item.
As for the fox zither player, it was only a wizard-level magical creature. That was how powerful the Nightmare Realm was.
They were living outside the Nightmare Realm, so they were like frogs at the bottom of a well. What they saw of the Nightmare Realm was just a drop in the ocean.
He wanted to reach his goal and explore the deeper secrets of the Nightmare Realm. Of course, he and Angor had to be strong enough to do so.
After all, legendary was only the lowest level in the Nightmare Realm.
…
Angor finally opened his eyes while Sunders was thinking about his bright future. However, his eyes were not black and white. Instead, they were red.
"Ouch!" Angor screamed in pain. The pain was unbearable and forced him to kneel down.
Blood was oozing out of every pore on his body. In less than three seconds, a puddle of dirty blood appeared on the ground.
Sunders' eyes glowed. He was using the Eye of Truth to see through Angor's body.
When he saw what was happening inside Angor's body, Sunders' expression became a little strange.
It was the right hand he brought out from the Nightmare Realm that caused Angor's current condition.
Sunders could see that Angor's right hand was slowly growing bigger. The total length of the joints was one finger joint longer than his left hand.
With the help of the Eye of Truth, Sunders could see even more clearly. His bones were growing, and his nerves and tendons were collapsing and regenerating. These were just the changes that happened to his right hand … What was even stranger was that as his right hand changed, a trace of a strange bloodline came out of his "new right hand" and spread throughout his entire body.
It was this bloodline that caused Angor's dirty blood to flow out of his body.
Soon, all the dirty blood was gone. Angor's pain slowly subsided. In the end, he curled up in the puddle of blood.
In Sunders' eyes, the bloodline was dissolving and dispersing into Angor's blood.
"Is this … Bloodline fusion?" Sunders frowned.
There were three steps to injecting a bloodline. The first step was to merge the bloodline, the second step was to assimilate the bloodline, and the third step was to fuse the bloodline.
Angor's current situation was very similar to a bloodline fusion.
But something was not right. Bloodline fusion would cause a small area of abnormality, like a "gourmet mirage", which would lead one's bloodline back to its origin and show some ancient images.
Moreover, it was common knowledge in the wizarding world that no matter what kind of bloodline it was, it had to be extracted and purified before it could be used with supplementary materials that would increase the success rate.
However, the bloodline from the "new right hand" directly merged into Angor's body. It did not go through any process and entered the final step of bloodline fusion.
It meant that success was only a matter of time.
There was one thing Sunders could not figure out. Why was there no sign of bloodline fusion at all?
Sunders also saw the bloodline seeping into Angor's body. It didn't try to change Angor's bloodline. Instead, it improved the quality of Angor's bloodline.
In other words, the bloodline that came out of Angor's right hand did not bring any abnormality to Angor's bloodline. It only improved Angor's bloodline quality.
He didn't need to test it out to know that the bloodline's assimilation rate was over 95%.
The perfect bloodline fusion … gave Sunders the illusion that it was his own bloodline that merged with Angor's body.
Only those with the same bloodline would be able to fuse together so smoothly without any rejection.
"Maybe the long-haired man who gave Angor his right hand … is really Angor's projection in the Nightmare Realm," Sunders thought. This was the only way to achieve a perfect bloodline fusion. In essence, Angor's projection and the Nightmare Realm shared the same origin.
A moment later, the bloodline fusion was successful.
There were no abnormalities or abnormalities.
More importantly, Angor's appearance did not change at all.
Other people who received a bloodline would more or less change some of their features, such as horns, wings, or even Hookdick, whose gender was blurred when he was injected with the Succubus Bloodline.
Sunders was the same. He injected himself with the Nightmare Bloodline. Since the Black-Gold Nightmare came from the Nightmare Realm, it matched Sunders' Nightmare Form perfectly, so the fusion rate was over 80%. Even so, Sunders still had sharp bone spikes on his back when he was in his normal form. However, they were usually hidden under his skin and could not be seen because of his clothes. Once he underwent bloodline transformation, even if he was not in his complete form, his entire body would be engulfed in black flames. The spikes and horns would grow out of his body, and he would no longer look like a human being.
Sunders looked at Angor who was curled up in a pool of blood and wanted to dissect him. Even if he was not a Karabit, most wizards had experience in studying human bodies for the sake of knowledge and truth. Sunders was no exception.
However, he held back the urge in the end. He knew how important Angor was. It was fine to think about it, but he did not want to actually do it.
"Wake up." Sunders cast a healing spell on Angor's body.
Under the powerful life energy, Angor's face slowly became rosy again. His lips also returned to normal.
Angor slowly opened his eyes. He still felt pain all over his body, but he did not pay attention to other parts of his body. Instead, he focused on his right hand.
His right hand was now fixed, just like the one in the Nightmare Realm.
It was one size bigger than his left hand.
Without the floating green patterns, each finger of his right hand was full of artistic beauty, just like the hands of a famous pianist. His fingers were as white as jade, without a single blemish.
It was a hand that would make any girl jealous.
But no matter how beautiful it was, it was not his own hand.
Angor thought there was a chance he could get his hand back when he returned to the wizarding world. However, he was once again blown away by the merciless rain of reality.
While feeling sad, Angor suddenly thought about his own soul.
When he was in the Nightmare Realm, his right hand had turned into a physical body, so he had no idea what his soul looked like. Now that he was back in the real world, the same question popped up again.
What would his right hand look like when his soul ejected from his body? Would it be like "chicken feet"? Or would it return to his original hand?
Angor was so focused that he even forgot that Sunders was still beside him. He silently chanted Spirit Mantra, and his soul immediately came out of his body.
When he saw his own chubby hands in his soul, he almost cried tears of joy … if he could cry as a soul.
Luckily, it was only his body that changed. His soul was still as strong as ever.
Sunders returned to his desk and spoke in a plain tone, "Your soul is still the same, but your body is not just different from your right hand. Take a closer look."
Angor was a little surprised. He slowly moved his gaze from his right hand to the body lying in the pool of blood.
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