Super Dimensional Wizard

The stars guide the direction and take the tired people far away. Accompanied by the stars in the wilderness, the airship puffed out thick black smoke and headed towards the abyss of the canyon.

Whitbiton cried and howled bitterly when he parted with Anada, as if he had exhausted all his life's strength. The young soul trapped in the child's body turned into fatigue and weariness at this time, with moisture at the corners of his eyes, and fell into sleep again.

Angel leaned against the door with his hands folded across his chest, his eyes like blue waves on a lake filled with a hint of sadness. Feeling sad at the scene was probably what he was thinking at this moment.

The sound of footsteps suddenly came from the end of the corridor, and then stopped not far from Angel.

"After I go back, I will work harder to study the magic energy array enchantment of Prelude to Death." Angler paused: "In general, once a few difficulties are solved, there won't be too many problems. After I go back, you can Remember to tell Master Prome."

"I know." The visitor sighed: "However, your tone makes people very jealous. The magic energy array is not as easy to remember as other magic patterns. But you answered so easily... Sigh , this is talent, you can’t envy it.”

After a pause, the person reached out and put his hand on Angel's shoulder.

"Angel, I believe that with your talent, you will become the greatest alchemist."

Angel always remembered this moment, with the deserted corridor in the background, the endless stars outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a pair of eyes full of hope and emotion.

"You too." Angel looked quietly at the eyes that reflected the starry sky, and after a long time he said with a faint smile: "David, let me encourage you."

"mutual encouragement."

Maybe it's the night that's so alluring, or maybe it's the starry sky that's intoxicating. Two teenagers, one leaning on the door rail and the other squatting in the corner, looked at the unchanging eternal sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, chatting about a topic that will be difficult to mention again in adulthood - dreams.

Angel said dream far away, David said dream grow. However, distance and growth are just synonyms.

Just like, the distance that Angel refers to is very far away, far beyond the distance that a wizard can hardly imagine, beyond time, beyond space, and even beyond dimensions. Or maybe, the distance is just a concept in Angel's mouth.

The two teenagers told the truth, but for various reasons, they each kept a certain amount of it back. This is not selfishness, but a vision, hoping for a better vision.

Perhaps the beautiful future described was so attractive that neither of them noticed that they were separated by a wall. Whippedon got up from the bed at some point and squatted in the corner. His eyes were bright, shining with yearning for the strange, beautiful and magical world of wizards.

"Angel, that Whibbiton..." David wanted to talk some rubbish, but the atmosphere was just right at this moment, and he swallowed the words as soon as they reached his lips. "He was really noisy. When he got on the airship just now, , if that little girl hadn’t been there to persuade you, he might have dared to hit you.”

"I think he might hate you. Is it really okay for you to take him to see Butler Good?"

Angel: "Hate me? Why? Just because I didn't take Ananda with me?"

"That's the reason. You know, children's love and hate are too easy to come and go. He feels that you don't take Anada away because you just want to separate them and cut off Anada's path as a wizard, so he will be very straightforward. I hate you so much." David recalled the scene before boarding the boat and couldn't help but sigh: "He didn't think carefully about it, why do you help them again and again?"

"You also admitted that he is just a child. Although he is old, his thinking is still very innocent." Angel: "A child does not understand the basic rules that make up this society, so just be tolerant."

"You should be considerate. If it were me who was being scolded and beaten, I wouldn't be too lazy to help him."

As the airship moved forward, the stars appeared and disappeared among the clouds and mist.

Twilight Deep Well——

There are three major wizard families behind them. According to the rotation system, this month's defense will be completed by the Lingan Lions.

Womason, the defense captain of the Luoan Lions, was promoted to an official wizard three years ago and is the sixth official wizard of the Luoan Lions.

Because of the twilight shooting, the flow of people in the wizard market reached the peak of the year. Womason sat in the guard tower for half a month, keeping an eye on the magic reaction in the mirror image of the magic energy array.

Finally, the big shoot is over. Nothing major happened in the past few days. Except for Twilight's two attacks on Sanders's disciples today, the magic reactions detected by the magic energy array were normal.

Womason detected Twilight's move, but he made no defensive moves. That brat dared to disrupt the order of Twilight Shooting and should be punished accordingly, even if he is a disciple of Sanders.

And Womason didn't believe that Sanders would go to war against Dusk for his disciples. Therefore, he absolutely supports Twilight's decision to kill that kid.

Even Angel's location information was provided to Twilight by Womason. As a shadow wizard, Womason is not only good at shadow magic, he also transplanted the nose of the abyss mephit, which can combine shadow and pheromone capture to achieve all-round control of the Dusk Well. Therefore, Womason could capture Angel's position directly with pheromones without even using a magic energy array.

Two hours ago, Womason couldn't capture Angel's pheromones in Night Demon City, so he naturally knew that he had left.

Womason doesn't care about this. He is just a small apprentice. Whether he is killed or not is a matter of his own hands.

After the big shoot, Womason breathed a sigh of relief and left the garrison tower for the first time after half a month. When leaving, he did not forget to instruct his men to continue observing, and he returned to his laboratory to conduct research on his own techniques.

Womason has great ambitions and wants to use his own magic to step into the path of true knowledge. But not all self-created spells can lead to the road to true knowledge. For example, Angel modified the "Cleaning Technique" and turned it into "Wind Tornado". This can barely be regarded as a self-created technique, but this technique is modified based on previous theories and models, so the chance of using it to enter the path of true knowledge is very low.

A truly self-created technique requires its own theoretical basis.

There is a reason why there are only a few wizards on the path of true knowledge.

Just when Womason returned to the laboratory and began to write his own theory of shadow law, the communicator began to buzz.

"Sir! It's not good! There is a huge amount of magic reaction, the location is the Twilight Auction!!"

Womason's expression changed and he suddenly flew out of the laboratory, not even bothering to smash the iron door into pieces.

Womason came to the guard tower and looked at the mirror image surveillance of the magic energy array, his expression showed a look of extreme fear.

At the twilight auction site, circles of red and black energy reactions appeared, and Womason felt faint. This was already a magic reaction that reached the peak level of a second-level wizard! !

Is there a second-level wizard coming to Dusk Well?

"Didn't Sir Huan Mo leave?" Even if he didn't leave, he shouldn't have taken action at the Twilight Auction House? !

"Sir Sanders left directly after the auction, and the magic energy array did not detect his return information!" said the subordinate.

Anxiety flashed across Womason's face: "No matter, leave two people here to guard, and the others will follow me to the auction house!"

Under the starry sky, streaks of light flew toward the iron square tower that looked like a metal ruin.

Today's moon was surprisingly large, becoming a huge shiny background. When Womason flew towards the iron square tower, he even vaguely felt that he was flying towards the moon.

Iron square tower, stairs in the sky, flags in the wind. The auction house, which originally looked like a metal ruin, became even more desolate under the moonlight.

Womason felt something strange before he even got close.

The energy response is obviously so high that it's scary, why is the auction house so quiet as if there's no one around?

It was like there was a huge barrier that divided the auction house into two halves from the outside world. Everything was normal outside, with lights, people, figures and sounds, but inside the barrier it was pitch black and as quiet as a cemetery.

At this time, outside this "invisible barrier", dozens of lights and shadows had stopped.

Womason saw the owner of the Shore Lion: "Cang Lion" Dedwaya, who was also one of the top leaders of the Twilight Auction House.

Womason flew to Deadwaya's side and whispered: "Master of the family."

Dedwaya had just received Womason's message and rushed over. He looked at the silent auction house with a trace of doubt in his eyes: "What's going on?"

Womason was a little nervous: "Not long ago, I received a message from my subordinates saying that there was a high-energy reaction in the auction house. I went to take a look and found that the energy intensity had approached the capacity limit of the magic energy array."

"The peak of a second-level wizard?" Deadewiah asked in surprise.

"Yes, I have asked." Womason lowered his head: "The only second-level wizard who has come to our Dusk Well recently is the Phantom Demon."

Dedwaya said without hesitation: "Impossible. I know Mr. Sanders. If he wants to take action against our Dusk, he will definitely inform me."

Dedwaya also came from the Savage Cave and was a wizard on the road to true knowledge. The relationship with Sanders has always been good.

"According to monitoring, Your Excellency Huan Mo left the Dusk Well two days ago and never came back." Womason said immediately: "But if it's not Mr. Huan Mo, I don't know who it is."

Dedwaya narrowed his eyes slightly: "You will know if you go in and take a look. The energy reaction at the peak of the second-level wizard is not necessarily done by the second-level wizard."

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Dedwaya took Womason and then directed the remaining people to divide into three directions and enter together.

When Womason entered the scope of the twilight auction house, the "silence" he thought in the outside world was really just "thinking". In fact, the Twilight Auction House was not as quiet as he imagined.

As soon as he entered the lobby on the first floor, he heard faint music.

This music is not unpleasant to listen to.

But it is extremely weird, like a deliberately crazy adult fairy tale musical, with a fast pace, many high notes, and a long ending.

This style of music might not be too out of place if placed in a circus, but if placed in a tin square tower, it would obviously feel weird and out of tune.

"Who is it?" While Womason was still asking himself, a figure suddenly stood in front of Deadevia.

"The master of the house is in trouble! The little lion girl is dead!"