Super Dimensional Wizard

This time, he did not activate the power of the magic energy array, but directly——

A shot burst out.

Countless white light tentacles sprouted from the barrel of the gun. After a burst of fangs and claws, the tentacles shrank and the light was introverted, turning into a bullet like a meteor, dragging a long white tail and sinking into the body of the undead.

The undead screamed, collapsed to the ground, and curled up.

Angel took a few steps away from it and carefully observed the changes in the state of the undead.

It was trembling, its head shaking from side to side, as if struggling and in pain. Her black hair covered her face.

Slowly, its trembling calmed down.

"The undead have not disappeared? Could it be that this bullet was not used to destroy the undead?" Angel thought to himself, could this bullet actually help the undead?

Mysterious power is inherently strange. Angel still remembers that Promi once said that there is a mysterious prop called "Dream Conch on the Moonlit Coast". Its effect is to "ignore all levels and pull all non-living entities into dreams." This weird and useless mysterious prop, so far no one knows what it does...

Therefore, Angel doesn’t find it strange that there are mysterious props that help the undead.

If it was really to help the undead, Angel's behavior just now was a bit abrupt. He silently took another step back, activated "Boundless Silence" in full effect, and completely concealed himself.

The undead woman stopped moving.

But Angel noticed that it did not die, and a white light slowly filled her body.

Suddenly, her head jerked up.

When Angel saw her face, his expression paused, because the face of this undead woman was not unfamiliar to him. He had seen it three days ago. In the bathroom of Furniss, the woman who used his healing skills to accumulate resentment to the extreme, turned into a dead spirit as soon as she died.

Angel remembered that she seemed to have said that she was the thirteenth daughter of King Guman. But the name was not mentioned, probably because she felt that her name was no longer important.

No wonder this undead has been staring at Castle Black. All her resentment comes from Castle Black.

While Angel was thinking, she looked up and let out a scream. Then the white light in her body began to surge up, all flooding into her head.

Under the illumination of the white light, Angel could vaguely see her delicate face in life, with clouded hair and picturesque features.

Angel was even more confused. What was the effect of this white light bullet?

After a while, the white light disappeared. The face of the undead woman had a strange change, half ferocious, half calm. The ferocious side is still in the state of an undead, with white eyes like mist and bulging blood vessels like roots; but the calm side has the appearance of a lady.

"Could it be that the white light bullet actually makes the undead return to their souls?" Angel's eyes flashed with surprise. The information he read from the book was that the corruption of souls is irreversible. Once you become undead, your soul will never return. But the situation in front of him confused Angel again. Half of the face of the undead woman remained unchanged, but the other half showed the tenderness that only ordinary souls can have.

Angel thought for a while and said in a low voice: "Who are you?"

As soon as his voice came out, the originally calm undead woman suddenly changed drastically, becoming half shocked and half vicious.

The undead woman looked left and right, but did not find the source of the sound, and actually began to retreat step by step.

Have fear? Angel sighed and continued to speak: "Are you conscious? Do you remember who you are?"

"Do you remember King Guman?"

The female undead retreated even further, with a trace of confusion and confusion appearing on the normal half of her face.

"You are the thirteenth daughter of King Guman, and you were framed by the eldest princess to come here. Do you remember?"

The female undead said "Ah", turned around and flew into the sky, running towards the depths of the black forest.

Just run away? Angel, who was "unable to fly", looked confused. Even if he wanted to chase, there was nothing he could do.

"So, this bullet was wasted like this?" Angel was about to cry, but there was no news at all. At least he discovered that the undead woman did seem to have regained some sense.

Because on that half of the normal face, there were many non-undead expressions: such as calmness, gentleness, shock, fear, confusion, and confusion. It is impossible for these expressions to appear on an undead body. Could it be said that she is currently in a state of "half soul and half undead"?

Angel couldn't be sure and could only leave it to future research.

After this lesson, I won’t be able to pick targets so randomly next time I do my research. I should at least circle the area so that the target can’t escape, otherwise a bullet will be wasted.

Angel has not yet decided when the next study will be. But after he left Castle Black, it would not be easy to meet so many undead again, so he planned to take this opportunity to collect more white light bullets.

So, in the following time, Angel swept away the undead along the beginning of the black forest.

The undead in the Black Forest began to disappear in large areas, which obviously could not be hidden from Castle Black's informants.

Felicia took out the crystal ball and looked at Angel's behavior of clearing out the undead, with a puzzled look on her face: "What is he doing?"

Greya also came up: "Maybe he is testing weapons? This kid has great potential. I remember that a year ago he was an ordinary mortal who was manipulated by all parties. I didn't expect that a year later he would be able to face so many undead. .”

"Many official wizards hate facing the undead, but he is good." Greya looked at Angel and smiled gently.

Felicia did not deny Angel's potential. She personally experienced Angel's almost promotion to "Mysterious Alchemist", so she knew how outstanding this young man was.

But she was still a little confused about the scene in front of her: "This weapon has a very good killing power against the undead. It seems to be a magic energy array that kills undead in a large area... He should have a very rare enchantment alchemy inheritance. However, testing the weapon requires Kill so many undead?"

Greya: "This weapon once absorbed half of the mysterious spirit. Probably, I wanted to find out what its mysterious effect was."

Felicia also felt that this might be the case, otherwise Angel's behavior would not be explained.

Greya thought for a moment and said: "Some mysterious props are useless, and some mysterious props, even if they are only half, have amazing effects, such as the soul bead manufacturing disk in the Garden of Living Souls. Angel's revolver gun , the specific effects are currently unknown, but I hope he won’t be too unlucky.”

While Felicia and Graia were talking, in a quiet room in the Soul Realm on the second underground floor of Castle Black, Isabel slowly opened her eyes.

She heard what Greya said, and there was a trace of sarcasm on her lips: "How could the mysterious prop be useless? It's just that it's not used in the right place."

After saying that, Isabel turned her eyes to Angel's position.

She watched Angel kill the undead quietly without saying a word. After a long while, she smiled slightly: "I have done a good thing for Castle Black. I have wanted to get rid of the disease for a long time, but the atmosphere in the castle has not changed. It will never be eliminated.”

Isabel closed her eyes and entered a meditative state again.

Angel killed for nearly three days and eliminated an unknown number of undead. He finally loaded all six bullet sheaths in the magazine, and six bullets shining with white light were ready to go.

In the past three days, he had traveled almost all of the hundreds of miles around Castle Black.

After confirming that the white light would no longer flow back to the dead, Angel put away his gun and prepared to go home.

On the way back, Angel didn't see a single undead, which shows how hard he worked these past few days to sweep away the undead. When passing by the cemetery, Angel paused and went down the well to see Huahua.

When he came to the cave where Huahua was, Angel was stunned.

Huahua was sitting at the desk reading obediently. The reason why he was in a daze was because the layout of Huahua's room had changed. She dismantled the original bed and put the wood aside. She seemed to want to make something.

Her current bed has become a hammock, hanging in the middle of the room.

In addition, he also found that Huahua's skirt had also changed. Although it was still a goose yellow dress, there were many more tiny flowers on the skirt. Angel saw the scissors on the table and the cut quilt, and his eyes became clear.

It seems that Huahua is not willing to be lonely here, and actually started doing handicrafts.

After thinking about it, Angel created another illusion. This illusion was filled to the brim with a lot of virtual materials, such as wooden boards, pieces of paper, threads, cloth... Angel placed this illusion parallel to the window. It is very hidden, but you can still find it if you observe more.

After doing all this, Angel quietly turned around and left without disturbing Huahua.

On the way back, a smile appeared on Angel's lips. He originally left a fantasy world for Huahua, just to comfort her, but he didn't expect that he could still play like this.

If the illusion could reflect the properties of real materials, he could even practice drawing magic energy arrays and alchemy in the illusion, so that he would not waste materials. But it's a pity that even if he gives special properties to the materials in the illusion, it's just a matter of course and there is no real logic at all, so it's still useless. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuaｎ.com But there is no problem in simply connecting fantasy to painting or ordinary crafts.

When he returned to Castle Black, Angel found Grea and Felicia in the hall.

When he entered the hall, he was actually a little nervous, afraid that Felicia would talk about what happened that day and ask who the stitch woman was. But what surprised him was that Felicia just greeted him with a smile and didn't ask anything else.

Greia waved to him with a smile: "Angel, come and sit."

Angel noticed that Grea's expression was not ignorant and youthful, but mature and charming. He tentatively called out: "Ms. Grea?"

Seeing Angel's cautious look, Grea couldn't help but smile: "I'm serious, the other little girl is sleeping."

Another little girl? Angel was stunned, feeling like he knew some important information.

He came over and sat on the sofa opposite Greia.

"I discovered that Toby has a very special feather..."