Super Dimensional Wizard

Lord Snow Eagle, Legend of Dragon King, Super Soldier King, Cultivation of Rain and Clouds, Supreme Martial Arts, King of Eternal Night, My Neighbor is a Banshee, Legend of Immortal Wood

As the nodes were destroyed, an intense pain spread throughout the body.

After all, it is the heart. If anything goes wrong, it will lead to a hopeless return to ruins. What's more, the heart node is the core node of the illusion, and destroying it is equivalent to the collapse of all other illusion nodes. With all the internal organs damaged in this way, Angel can only say that he still takes it for granted.

He thought that it was just a matter of breaking through a few clumps of magic power, and that it wouldn't cause much damage to his own internal organs, but he was wrong. When the expression of that mass of magic power is replaced by new magic power, the blending of energy is often impossible without loss. This loss is irrelevant in other places, but at this time, the illusion node is located in the internal organs, and that little loss becomes Reminder.

Angel felt a sharp pain in his internal organs, a sense of nausea arose, and he unconsciously spat out a mouthful of blood with minced meat. Then his vision went dark and he fell to the ground unconscious.

…

Go back a few minutes.

People in the outfield began to slowly understand that something was wrong with the situation. According to Flora, they were no longer in the infield, but came to a place called "Nightmare Realm".

Sanders' sudden appearance and Flora's solemn expression made them all feel a sense of crisis. Especially Sanders kept a straight face from beginning to end. Even when Lydia approached him, he didn't speak and just did what he was doing.

Sanders' forehead was covered with sweat, which showed how difficult what he was doing was.

"It feels like we've come to an incredible place." The white-haired old wizard Cooper looked worried. "It's such a mess. I don't even know when it will end."

"Yes, we are obviously here to participate in the auction, but we are trapped in this situation. We still don't know if there is any danger or whether we can get out of the nightmare... Lord Twilight, shouldn't you be responsible for this?"

Ever since she learned that the young man was a disciple of Sanders, Twilight's face had been gloomy and her anger could not be increased, but she had been holding back, fearing that someone would take advantage of this to make trouble. Now someone finally started to take action. Although they did not directly accuse her of wrongdoing, she was very hesitant to throw everything into the twilight.

Everything in front of us still needs a solution after all. She thought for a moment and said to everyone: "After leaving here, if something happens to you, Dusk will naturally compensate you. But if nothing happens to you, just treat it like watching a show, how about"

If it is a country with a sound legal code, such a practice that violates the right to personal freedom may result in a large amount of compensation. But this is the wizarding world, and being wise and protecting yourself is good, but asking for too much is not good.

"Then it's settled, let's take a good look at this...drama."

In order not to let Twilight Auction lose its trust, Twilight must come up with a solution. All the sources pointed to the young man in the white mist. She wanted to touch the young man, but she had to go through Sanders. This plan was not advisable. She could only start from other aspects, such as... the only exit in the entire hall, the door behind the white mist.

Twilight waved his hand and summoned a member of the Twilight Defense Team: "I will conduct a telepathic connection with you. Go to the door and see what's going on behind you; be careful, don't act rashly without my instructions."

The Dusk team members nodded and were about to step into the white mist.

"Don't go in. No one is allowed to enter the foggy place until Angel has finished dealing with that matter. Otherwise, he will be killed without mercy!" Sanders's cold voice spread throughout the room.

This was the first time Sanders spoke since his appearance, but his words contained a strong threat.

"You!" Twilight pointed at Sanders, feeling angry in her heart. But she didn't dare to say a bad word and could only glare at Sanders.

Sanders gave her a cold look: "If you want to die, you can try."

Sanders' uncompromising aura enveloped the entire audience, and no one dared to question it.

Lydia walked to the center of the luxurious hall with charming steps, and said in a charming tone: "Sir Sanders, the person inside is your disciple, and outsiders naturally cannot criticize him. But now we must find a way. Well, do we really have to stand here and wait for this scene to end?"

Sanders looked at the infield, where hundreds of people were trapped, and he sighed secretly: Angel is careless.

"According to what Twilight said, you just watch the show. The outcome is already determined anyway." Either nothing happens and the situation is calm; or there is an uproar and the Southern Territory will be in unrest.

Because it involves the nightmare world, Sanders didn't want to explain more. He just said this and ignored others.

Everyone looked at each other in shock, but since the strongest people present had spoken, they put away their slightly uneasy hearts and stood aside to watch the show.

After a while, a shout suddenly came from the white mist: "Don't come over! Don't come out! Go back!"

While everyone was still wondering what happened, they saw five strange cards rushing out of the billowing white mist. They were holding weapons and looked very strange.

"Another half-step wizard-level monster...but there are only five of them, so we can still deal with them."

Twilight ordered people to kill the five card guards, but Sanders did not stop him. He just glanced at it, focusing slightly on the gun in the Joker's hand, and then looked away again.

These five card guards caused great damage to the Twilight Guards. Although they are about the same level as the colorful dragonflies, they have weapons!

Swords, guns and shields are at least entry-level weapons.

No one had ever seen the firearm in the Joker's hand before today, but they had seen Angel use the firearm to block the Twilight Guard's spellcasting not long ago. It's just that it's not very powerful, and they have no intention. But the firearms used by the Joker are surprisingly powerful. Every bullet carries unparalleled energy.

In just a few seconds, another member of the defense team died under gunfire.

But fortunately, although the other wizards said they were watching the show, they did not really stand idly by. The card guards were quickly subdued and eliminated with a friendly move. But in the end, the clown card, like the colorful dragonfly, became invisible and disappeared. Only the other four cards were torn into pieces by them.

At first, everyone was worried that the Joker was holding a long-range firearm and would pose a threat to them after becoming invisible. But like the colorful dragonfly, the clown card will no longer attack anyone after it disappears.

"Could it be that these weird things actually have no intention of fighting us?" someone wondered.

A few minutes later, Angel's screams came from the white mist.

Except for Sanders, everyone looked up at the white mist. After a while, a group of short building block guards came out from the monster. These guards were very tiny. They accompanied the teacup band as soon as they appeared. They did not advance or retreat, nor did they move forward. Any threat, just keep stepping, as if to welcome the arrival of some big shot.

Flora frowned and sent a message to Sanders: "Isn't there something wrong with letting Angel face those monsters alone?"

Sanders replied after a while: "If you were a villager eager to cross the river, would you kill the man who built the bridge?"

…

The sudden pain in his internal organs caused Angel to pass out.

But after a while, Angel woke up again and saw from the field of vision that the brick soldier was crossing from the nightmare realm into the nightmare realm. It could be seen that he had not been unconscious for long.

"How can you commit suicide? You are a great contributor to Her Majesty the Queen's expansion of the territory." An emotion came from above the head.

The person who expressed this emotion was the green owl doll, which was flying in the air, glaring at Angel with its cute puppet eyes in dissatisfaction, and spitting out green mist from its mouth.

As soon as the green mist came into contact with Angel, it turned into a comfortable cool breath and penetrated into the body, relieving various injuries in the body. Even the injuries in the heart were healed by this green breath.

Except for his heart, Angel found that all his limbs were rejuvenated.

The arm and leg bones that were originally broken into bone fragments are now completely restored. Angel stood up tentatively without feeling any hindrance at all.

This green mist was so powerful that it actually repaired all the injuries on his body... except for the white hole in his shoulder blade.

The owl doll saved him. Although he was grateful in his heart, Angel never changed in terms of his position.

Angel couldn't care less about the brick soldiers. When he woke up, the first thing he did was check to see if the illusion had disappeared. However, the illusion node he constructed disappeared, the nightmare realm did not change, and the passage remained stable.

"It's useless even to destroy the nodes!" Angel raised his eyebrows. Now he didn't know what to do.

Angel suddenly felt a familiar heavy feeling on top of his head, and the owl doll stood on his head again.

Angel rolled his eyes in his mind. Is his hair a genius in the bird world? Why do birds like to sit on top of his head, even dolls?

"Mr. Owl, can you move to another place? They have gone out, why are you still here?" Angel said.

The owl doll didn't answer.

Angel thought for a while, and then expressed these words in an emotional way.

This time it was a coincidence. The owl doll understood what he said, but the focus of the other party's attention was wrong: "Ah ah ah ah, look for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com I am the famous Mr. Ollie, and you actually called me Mr. Owl, too excuse me!"

After the owl doll finished speaking, it frantically pecked Angel's head with its beak.

Even though it looks like a doll, it is quite painful to peck it. Angel kept apologizing, shouting: "Master Ollie, I was wrong, stop pecking! Stop pecking!"

Only then did the owl doll stop talking and send out green ripples: "Remember, I am Lord Olly! Don't call me the wrong name! This was chosen for me by the Queen herself, and it is my honor!"

"Okay, okay!" Angel replied repeatedly.

After tidying up his hair a little, Angel noticed that two more things were approaching in his field of vision, a red fox playing a harp and a green frog singing an aria.

"The fox playing the piano, the singing frog" used emotions to talk to the owl doll, so when he saw the scene in the field of vision, Angel subconsciously used emotion fluctuations.

Owl Doll: "It's Fox and Frog, that's great. The Queen's night watch is indispensable without the accompaniment of professional musicians!"

After hearing the owl's words, Angel felt that their names were vaguely familiar. But he didn't dwell on it because an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

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