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Chapter 450

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* CHI *

He tore off the envelope and shook out a piece of light yellow leather paper. He slowly unfolded it.

"Hmph!" Angele snorted and pointed at the control panel. A ball of red flame appeared on the tip of his finger and covered the entire panel.

It was something mentioned in the Erin's Funeral Oration.

In the Nightmare Realm, it was possible to read the memory of a normal human being without any side effects. In the Sorcerer World, it took a lot of effort to deal with a small vampire with low intelligence.

Angele's expression turned serious. His eyes scanned the hall on the first floor, and finally landed on the ground at the entrance. There was a clear line of wet footprints that extended all the way in.

Angele moved away from the crystal orb and tapped the surface of his robe. A triangular rune circle on the hem of his robe started glowing. The long robe looked clean and clean.

Angele used the ability from the scorpion woman's bloodline to steal memories, but it was not as convenient as when he was in the Nightmare Realm.

In other words, a person's body would age faster, but their soul would still be young. It was a common occurrence, but no one knew how to prevent it.

"I really lack a sense of security … I'm in the heavily guarded ruins of the volcano, and I even have to set up a protective sensor layer in my own room …" He smiled bitterly and got off the bed. He put on his black leather boots and fastened the leather buckle and zipper of his boots.

It was one of the tricks Angele learned over the years. He could melt the magic stones in his pouch and turn them into pure energy, which could support the damaged rune circles for a short period of time.

On the soft bed, there was a thin, dark red silk quilt, soft pillows, and soft cotton sheets and quilt.

The only way to deal with the situation was to leave the place.

The last part of the letter also mentioned that a wizard named Locke had invented this new way of sending letters last year. The Watchers had modified this way of sending letters to Angele after they acquired the new way of sending letters.

* BZZZ *

According to the information he obtained from Eye Devil, there were many mysteries in the Nightmare Realm that even the strong wizards could not solve. The rotten area was one of them.

Oftentimes, in some parts of the Nightmare Realm, time would speed up, but the time of the soul would remain the same.

Just like the one-eyed bloodline, it could only increase his physical fitness to a certain level, but it was far from reaching the level of his true body in the Nightmare Realm. It was the same for the Scorpion Woman Bloodline. She could only use a small portion of her weakening abilities.

The inheritor knew that the other party was not a spirit. Creatures who practiced the Erin's Funeral Oration were never afraid of spirits. However, this kind of situation still happened in an environment that they thought was absolutely safe. This made the inheritor feel unusually insecure.

Angele glanced at the letter and raised his hand. The letter immediately fell into his hand.

It looked like a piece of white paper, but the surface was slightly damp. On the front of the letter, there was a line of beautiful and neat dark gold handwriting: To Grimm — Vivian Fenrir.

※ ※ ※

Angele slowly walked down the stairs and arrived at the first floor. The heavy footsteps were unusually ear-piercing in the spacious villa.

Looking around the room, the entire study was actually divided into two strange areas.

The echoes came one after another, but there was still no response.

His right hand did not change at all.

Angele was a bit confused, but he suddenly remembered something. He grabbed a red chair from the other side and placed it in the old area.

'Eye Devil and the others are so insecure that they want to invade other realms. They want to avoid the Nightmare Realm for a short period of time.'

'No wonder the leaders of the Nightmare Realm want to invade other realms. Maybe they'll return to the Nightmare Realm after being suppressed by the realm power, but they won't have to experience the mysterious phenomena in the Nightmare Realm during this time.'

Angele was wearing a white robe with a high collar. The robe almost covered half of his face.

There was a lot of content in the letter and most of the words were repeated. Vivian sounded concerned and nagging at the same time.

'I'll be back in one year. I can visit the Nightmare Realm now. It's about time.'

The room beside the window looked like it would be hundreds of years in the future. It was old, rotten, and covered in yellow dust. All the furniture and bookshelves were broken, it felt like no one had cleaned them for hundreds of years.

He sat on the bed and thought for a while. He waved his right hand and several red and black runes appeared on the wall.

The edge of the letter was covered in red sparks and the letter was restored.

Vivian's handwriting was all over the letter. She was asking about Angele's condition and she also mentioned that Eugene was no longer a threat to Angele. She also asked Angele to have a good rest. Also, due to the incident, Vivian would be able to return to the Nightmare Realm in one year. She asked Angele to prepare for her inspection. He would be punished if he failed to reach rank 3 in such a short time.

"It's been a long time since I've been so relaxed …" Unknowingly, he slowly relaxed and fell asleep …

He sat up and covered his mouth, coughing loudly.

The barrier around the mansion became clearer and brighter.

Angele's expression changed. He glanced at the barrier and noticed that it was almost gone.

Angele sat on the bed with his legs crossed and a white envelope appeared on the red bedside table. Like a replay of the process of the letter being burned by fire, the envelope returned to its original state in the air bit by bit.

* CHI *

It seemed like it was the result of the realm suppression. Even though Angele improved his true form several times, he could only use some of the abilities in the main world.

The inheritor who was closest to him was sleeping in a cave. The cave was heavily guarded and no living being could enter without alerting the inheritor. However, several days later, he noticed that a girl in a red outfit was staring at him as he opened his eyes. He had no idea how long she had been watching him.

'I knew it … This is the Rotten Area.' Angele's brow furrowed.

He walked to the wardrobe at the side, opened the door, and picked out a white silk cloak and a white belt with silver edges.

Angele was certain that the other leaders had similar experiences as well. That was why they wanted to improve their true forms.

Angele laid on the bed and his body was surrounded by the softness and warmth. It felt like he was lying on a bed of cotton. He could see the red barrier from the corner of his eyes and it made him feel safe.

'What's this …?' Angele's brow furrowed as he looked at the room. He suddenly recalled the first time he visited the Nightmare Realm.

With a crash, the chair actually fell apart, turning into a pile of splinters on the ground.

Angele suddenly started coughing and woke up from his comfortable sleep.

"Cough!"

As far as he knew, the spread of this decay was just a strange phenomenon. In addition, there were many times when the projection of the world overlapped, which resulted in inexplicable situations.

The control panel was surrounded by red flames, it felt like it was providing energy to the panel.

Several seconds later, the chair turned from a brand new one to an old one.

The villa was quiet, so quiet that it was deathly still.

Angele lowered the chair and put it on the ground.

He stepped forward and stood by the boundary of the room. Raising his hand, he reached into the Rotten Area on the other side of the room.

Angele scanned the contents of the letter and carefully put it into the drawer of the red bedside table.

Angele looked at the red glow on the wall and nodded, satisfied with the result. He relaxed and slowly lay down on the bed.

At the edge of the protective barrier, on the pale white snow, there were rows of densely packed footprints that could be clearly seen. It felt like there were many people standing outside the barrier, waiting for the last line of defense to disappear.

As long as one's strength reached a certain level, even if one was asleep, the enemy would not be able to do much damage to them. In fact, they would be completely helpless.

Dozens of runes, one bright and one dark, released an invisible force field that enveloped and protected the entire bedroom.

'It should be morning … The disease always acts up in the morning,' Angele thought as he glanced at the barrier.

This was the true guarantee of absolute safety at all times.

* CHI *

A ray of red light slowly appeared in the center of the study and turned into a human being.

"Freia? Orphie? "he called in a deep tone.

On the other side, the room was clean as if someone had been cleaning it every day. The furniture, the bookshelf, and the lab table were all clean.

"A new way to send messages?" Angele was a bit confused as he checked the material of the envelope.

Amidst a series of soft sounds, the originally brand new high-back chair quickly aged, its bright red luster quickly dimming, and cracks appeared on its surface.

Nightmare Realm, the study of the mansion by the lake.

Angele shook his head and opened the door. The mansion was empty and there was no sound coming from it.

However, the control panel was cracked and it could not be repaired. Angele had no other choice but to use this method.

"Freia! Orphie! " Angele shouted in a deep tone. His voice turned into translucent waves that quickly spread to the whole mansion.

Angele put on the new clothes and pressed on his chest. His body turned into a ray of red light and disappeared from the room.

Angele saw the control panel in the center of the living room as soon as he arrived on the first floor. The control panel was broken and there was a crack on the black stone on the side.

Or was this the consequence of being too high-profile and arrogant?

However, the magic circle would collapse after three days.

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