"I'll give you five years, if you can take out 3 million magic crystals in five years, then you can take him away. Pen % fun % www.biquge.info "Lydia said.

For a promising alchemist, 3 million magic crystals is not an unattainable number. As for the five-year time limit, it is only a kind of motivation for him to move forward. The conditions given by Lydia obviously combined various factors and did not really embarrass him.

So, Ingres agreed without hesitation.

"Then I'll wait for you here, and I hope you do what you say. After Lydia finished speaking, she flew into the air and was leisurely.

Angel took Toby out of his coat pocket and said softly, "You wait for me outside, I'll be back soon." ”

Toby howled dissatisfiedly, then flew out of the fog and waved his wings at Angel, clearly not wanting to be left alone.

Angel didn't want Toby to stay outside, and although Kagami-sama and Dryad-sama were there, it was hard to say what Lydia would do. After thinking about it, Angel asked Sanders, "Mentor, can Toby go in?"

Sanders waited a long time before he spoke: "I don't know." But by your side, there should be no danger. ”

After receiving this answer, Angel was slightly relieved before beckoning to Toby to stand on his shoulder. With Toby, if he encounters a parasitic mutant, he reacts much faster than Angell, which can buy him more time to respond.

A man and a bird slowly paced into the thick fog.

Looking at Angel's figure disappearing into the fog, Jing Ji said to the tree spirit on the side, "Won't you follow him in?"

The dryad shook his head, "Not to mention whether Sanders is willing to let me in, I don't want to go in myself." ”

"Why?" asked Kagamihime.

The tree spirit smiled brightly: "Because I am very optimistic about Angel, his growth potential should not be consumed in swaddling clothes." If I go in, although I won't help him, I don't have any worries psychologically, and it will be difficult for him to grow. ”

......

The fog is thick, and the visibility of the naked eye is less than a hand. With a strange mood, Ingres slowly walked into this city of fog that seemed to have been abandoned by time.

It was already early in the morning in the Inner World, and after the catastrophe in Daredevil, the street lights were not lit up, so it was not only foggy but also pitch black. He could only rely on his spiritual power tentacles, struggling to discern the surrounding terrain, and stepped into the city gate in the dark.

In the dark fog where you can't see your fingers, it is inevitable that people will think of ghosts full of malice, especially this dark fog full of parasitic madmen, just thinking about it, there are madmen peeping in the dark, it will be creepy.

The above is just the thoughts of ordinary people, and it is also a point that Ingres was worried about. But when he went deeper into the fog, he was shocked to find that what he feared had not happened.

His mood was calm, without any fear, and even vaguely happy.

That's very wrong. Ingres knew that something was wrong, but his happy mood still couldn't stop rising, and the darkness seemed to be unable to stop the wild horse in his heart from galloping on the green grassland.

Ingres knew that there would be no danger next, but he still walked slowly, slowly. It's like an old man staggering, or a babbling baby.

It's not that he doesn't want to go fast, but he fights fiercely inside.

Reason told him that everything was wrong. But instinct was joyfully telling him that this mist was a paradise and a pure land.

Reason oppressed him to stop, instinct urged him forward. How fast can he go in such a situation?

Daredevil's narrow building streets and dense high-altitude corridors are like monsters with teeth and claws in the mist, waiting to be devoured.

Anyone, even the transcendent, has basic vigilance in the face of the fog of dark shadows. But Ingres didn't, he looked at the changing black shadows, as if he were looking at two cute black cat cubs, calling at him.

Angel continued to walk forward, and in order not to be surrounded by mutants, he took the main road. It's not as spacious, but it's at least much wider than the streets.

As soon as he stepped onto the main road, Ingres was attracted by an eerie melody.

"I am a merry little labourer, diligent in changing the streets, and the queen is about to drive and see the streets change. ”

Although the melody and language Ingres could not understand, the emotions expressed by the melody were received by Ingres. When he read this emotion, his face immediately fell: "Sure enough, what kind of queen is it!"

At this moment, two strange shadows suddenly appeared from the front. Angels stopped, the golden revolver in the palm of his hand. Toby also lowered his chest and made an attacking appearance.

When two strange shadows emerged from the mist, Ingre's brow furrowed. The two men were typically low-slender, adult males, short in stature, but with long limbs.

As Lydia said, they were dressed in bright colors, with a red and green checkered jumpsuit and a red hat on the left, and a gradient purple polka dot hoodie on the right.

Their movements are also bizarre, like marionettes, and their limbs swing in ways that ordinary people don't understand. At this strange frequency of swinging, their speed is not only dissatisfied, but even fast.

The clothes are bright, the eyes are crazy, and the behavior is weird. Meets all the conditions to be parasitized, and there is no doubt that these two have definitely mutated.

As they approached, Ingres was ready for battle, just waiting to reach the range of the attack and deliver a one-hit kill.

But just then, they saw Angels, and then stopped in the distance.

The weird ballads in the mouth also stopped.

They bowed to Ingres, like a circus clown's curtain call, and then they slowly retreated into the fog, slowly disappearing.

In the process, the style of the ballad in their mouths also changed, and the underlying emotion was no longer to sing about the queen, but to praise Sava.

"Home is far away, Venerable Sava. In place of the Queen's gaze, her eyes are stars, her gaze is starlight, Sarava, Sarah, Venerable Lord Sarava, blessed to be illuminated by glory. ”

With a flattering singing, the two parasitic people left Ingres' sight.

At this time, Ingres can no longer deceive himself, first singing about the queen, and then praising Sava, all of them no longer tell Ingres that these mutated people are the "masterpieces" of Ingres after opening the Nightmare Realm in the first place.

Along the way, Ingres encountered several waves of mutants, but when this group of "clowns" saw him, they all changed their crazy appearances, respectfully like the nobles encountered by commoners.

But even though they respected Ingres's identity as "Sava", whenever he wanted to communicate with them, whether in words or emotions, they did not hear any back, but when they saw him approaching, they consciously disappeared into the fog. Angel tried to catch up, but couldn't keep up with them because of the fog.

"It's so wrong. After Angel entered, from the abnormal psychological pleasure to the mutant bowing respectfully to him, it seemed extremely absurd.

Sometimes Ingres felt that those people were not really in awe of him, but in awe of a being called "Sarava". But who is Sava? Ingres had no idea.

Angel stopped, in the middle of a residential area in the middle of the Daredevil, with a statue of a fountain of the goddess with a bow.

Before Ingres' arrival, nearly 100 people were reveling, singing and dancing in front of the statue, like a devotional ritual. But as soon as he approached, everyone praised the arrival of "Sarava", and then slowly retreated, and when Ingres entered the statue, there was no one around, and it was as quiet as a cemetery.

"Why are you hiding from me?" Ingres cried, "I thought ...... In the name of Sava, I command you to come out!"

No one responded.

Angel wanted to get angry and release the anger in his mouth, but he enjoyed the peace, solitude and peace of mind of walking in Daredevil, which made him feel very relaxed. It's a contradictory emotion.

Ingres leaned against the statue in a somewhat dejected manner.

"What are you doing?"

The low voice that had not been heard for a long time broke the peace of Ingres's heart and appeared in his ears out of thin air.

"Mentor, I feel very wrong. Ingres whispered what he felt in his heart: "...... I should have been afraid, I should have been angry, I should have fought. But I can't lift my energy, and it's reassuring to me, like, like, like the soul is also soothed. ”

Sanders was silent for a long time before he said to him: "Don't be affected by unwarranted emotions, the reason why you feel that something is wrong is simply your reason restraining your instincts." Relax, and you'll feel like a paradise. ”

"But you have to remember that Paradise is always someone else's paradise, and children can have fun when they arrive. But after playing, you still have to go home. ”

Speaking of this, Sanders's voice suddenly softened a little: "Take it easy, Daredevil's description of Daredevil's City as a ghost by Red Lotus is actually inappropriate. The reason why I haven't been in contact for a long time is not that I can't, but I know that this matter is not as difficult as I imagined. ”

"Angel, do you know why I called you?"

Angel said, "Because, I made it here?"

Saunders: "Of course not, every cause doesn't necessarily have an inevitable effect. For every accident, there is not necessarily a real trigger. Even if the original source is you, after half a month, all kinds of unnecessarily conditions are not enough for you to become the cause of this disaster. ”

Angel doesn't seem to understand.

"I called you because you alone can wake them up. All the parasitized people, they are not dead, they are just sleeping. The parasite, acting in their place, did not actually kill them, because once the host died, the parasite looked for the next host, and then carried out mental reconciliation and merging. ”

"If you can wake them up, it's not a curse, but a good thing because the parasite strengthens the host's physique. ”

Those mutated people are not dead, they are just waiting for him to wake up? When Angel heard this, the first thing that came to mind was not to unload the psychological burden, but to ...... There are millions of people in Daredevil City, if he wants to wake them up one by one, won't he be exhausted?!