"Hallucination?" he squinted, circling the door

The black gate stood alone on the shore of the lake, with nothing behind it, just the back of the ordinary black gate.

Anglie returned to the front and looked inside the door.

Pale blue sea, calm and mirror-like beaches. The sky was so pure that there was not a trace of variegation, not a single white cloud. It's just a little dark and empty. Like a chunk of blue crystal.

The sound of the tide and the smell of the sea blow in your face, bringing out the cold and wet air.

Angel pondered for a moment, then reached out and slowly but surely reached out into the door.

The touch on my hand was empty, just like in the normal air here. There doesn't seem to be any protective film at the entrance to the door frame.

Finally, with a look of hesitation on his face, he took a slow step and stepped into the door.

Standing on the other side of the door, Angele looked back behind him. Inside the door there was a white fog on the shores of Loch Ness, and nothing could be seen clearly.

The black gate here also stands alone on the beach. There is only one black stone gate on the entire pale blue beach. Everything else was empty, not even half a stone, and it was eerily clean.

Angle's face remained unchanged, and his hands were gently circled in front of his chest in an eye shape.

A muffled incantation slowly began to be chanted.

Laugh at!

Between his hands, a fiery red eye suddenly ignited, and the eye was made up of red flames, burning in midair, releasing a bright red light.

Anglie pointed up.

A fist-sized flame quickly floated upwards and flew high into the air.

At the same time. A solitary field of vision slowly appeared in his original field of vision, a field of vision looking down from above.

On the edge of the vast pale blue sea, the smooth sand was like a blue cloth, and in the center stood a tall black stone door, by which stood a young man in a black robe.

Not far from the beach behind the stone gate, a pale blue mist could be faintly seen, and something seemed to be slowly rotating in the mist.

Syllable!

The eye of the fire shattered and extinguished.

Angliel frowned. Reminiscing about what I had just seen, I went around the stone gate and looked far away on the shore. All you can see is a pale blue mist.

I thought about it for a moment. Angel reached out and slapped his hand on the black stone door, leaving a mark with a black glow, and then walked towards the thick fog on the shore.

After walking forward for more than ten minutes. A field slowly appeared ahead.

The fields are built on the beach, as if they were a large area of farmland that has been reclaimed separately, embedded in the pale blue sand.

The gray-brown mud floor is divided into field characters in an orderly manner. In the middle of the mud, there are tall windmill mills.

Strangely, the windmill parts of these white mills are actually a pair of black butterfly wings. What was supposed to be a cross-shaped fan blade has been transformed into four black butterfly wings.

In the mist, there was no sound of the wind, and the blades of these mills rotated like black butterflies spinning without wind. There is a clicking sound from time to time.

The whole field was large, stretching from the feet of Anglie to the distance where it was difficult to see in the fog. The only sound in the air was the clattering of windmills. I don't know how many butterfly windmills exist.

There was no sound around except for the sound of windmills and the distant sound of the tide.

Anglie walked slowly into the field, watching vigilantly from side to side. Nothing was planted in the dirt under his feet. It's just a gray-brown patch, and it's all neatly tied.

Walking into the fields, you can still smell a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

Anglie picked a mill windmill at random, walked slowly over it, and set it against the windmill.

There was a rhythmic clicking sound overhead, very loud. Anglie reached out and touched the mill wall. ...,

Smooth and cold. Some are soft. If you press it hard, it's a small depression.

He circled around the windmill, and the whole mill did not have any import or export, it was completely one.

Laugh at!

Suddenly Anglie heard something, like the sound of a hoe plunging into the earth.

Laugh at!

Another rhythmic sound.

He looked deep into the fields, and in the depths of the mills, in the thick blue mist, a figure could be faintly seen, holding a hoe to loosen the soil.

Angele's lips moved silently, and he began to chant a silent incantation. Soon, a red light flashed around him, and he regained his composure.

Reaching out and feeling a light blue potion test tube in his waist pouch, he squeezed it in his hand, and then he slowly walked towards the figure.

As the distance approached, the figure gradually became clearer.

It was a man of about the same size as him, dressed in gray-black peasant clothes, holding a black hoe, and still a middle-aged bald man with a calm complexion.

He was digging with his hoe down, and seemed to be completely unaware of Angle's arrival.

"Excuse me," Angre walked to the man's side, stood two meters away, and spoke loudly. "Do you know what this place is?" he said in standard Byronic language.

The bald man stopped his movements and turned his face to look at him, his eyes glazed over.

Only then did Anglie notice that on the top of the man's bald head, there was actually a small milky white windmill, which rotated slowly, and the roots were completely rooted in the man's brain. It's like a plant that lives in his head.

The man stared blankly at Angele, as if he hadn't heard his question.

"Can you understand me?" Anglie repeated.

No response.

Angliel frowned and took two steps back.

The man suddenly turned his head, raised his hoe again, and dug into the earth.

Angliel's face sank, hesitated for a moment, put away the test tube, and gently stroked the second pair of eyes at the eyebrows with his right hand.

"Looks like we're going to have to get back to where we are. ”

The second pair of eyes slowly opened, and the pale golden eyeballs turned slightly, and then stabilized.

Anglie's body slowly swelled and grew at the same time, and a long black horn quickly extended from the top of his head, hanging down to the back of his waist. The teeth in his mouth also quickly sharpened, and Bai Sensen was like a saw, unusually sharp.

"After transforming into a real person, he has the ability to check the memory of a weak creature for a short time, just to see what valuable things are in the memory of this person's head. "Anglie's current true body, in addition to the mental power that can't keep up, the actual combat power is not under the Dawn Wizard, the terrifying power, the powerful defensive power, and the extreme recovery power of the ruins.

The original petrification ability has been completely squeezed out by the ancient cyclops bloodline, and only the scorpion girl's bloodline has barely fused with the cyclops bloodline. The two bloodlines have reached a rare balance in Angele.

The Cyclops bloodline gives Anglie terrifying qualities, while the Scorpion Bloodline gives terrifying hallucination resistance, as well as memory fragment probing.

Memory fragments probe that Angel had used, on the girl he had brought out of the Eye Demon's lair. This kind of probing is different from the samurai's probing, and it is a non-damaging method. Of course, the effect is not as strong as that of wizards, and it can only detect the memory of current consciousness activities. But the advantage is that it is convenient and fast, and it does not have to be eaten back at any cost.

After the transformation, Anglie was more than four meters tall, dressed in black bone spur armor, two pairs of eyes blinking from time to time out of sync, long dark red hair on his back, and barbed black horns hanging down to his waist on the top of his head. Like a terrifying monster that came out of mythology.

He stood in front of the farmer who was digging in the earth, and the shadow cast by his body completely enveloped the bald farmer.

And the strange thing is that the bald farmer didn't make any movement, still digging the soil alone. ...,

"Let me see what you're thinking," Anglie held out his giant hand, the size of a human head, and slowly grabbed the farmer's head.

The giant hand slowly covered the man's forehead, and the man stopped moving. Frozen in place, like a machine without a clockwork, the windmill above his head slowly stopped spinning.

Scenes flashed through Angliel's mind. It's a bit vague.

"Three days of harvest, three days of harvest"

A deep voice kept echoing.

In the memory picture, a golden sunflower slowly grows in the field. The strange thing is that these sunflower flowers are all more than two meters wide in diameter. The stamens in the middle of each sunflower flower form a sleeping human face.

These people have both men and women in their faces, and what they all have in common is that they all sleep with their eyes closed.

"This plant," Anglie suddenly recalled the human face sunflower he had found in a mysterious manor when he first went to the academy.

The sunflower I saw at the beginning was much smaller than the German sunflower in this person's memory.

"It seems that the sunflower with the face of Reed in the manor should be the seed that has been passed down here. Retracting his right hand, before Anglie could gather his thoughts, there was a sudden sound of dull footsteps in the depths of the field.

In the depths of the blue fog, two tall black figures burst out.

"Juss!!" The two figures roared in hoarse voices and rushed towards Angle. Their voices sounded strange with a hint of trilling.

These are two very strange races. The upper body is no different from ordinary people, it is a sturdy man's body, and the lower body has only one hoof, a black hoof as thick as the waist, just like the hooves of a black donkey are enlarged.

The two of them jumped with every step, and the ground was constantly shaking and thumping, splashing a lot of dirt.

Anglie took two steps back, staring intently at the two donkey-hoofed men rushing over, and was shocked to find that they were only a little shorter than him. It's more than three meters. The two of them were dressed in black peasant clothes, with short black hair and crazy expressions.

When they were still more than ten meters away from Angle, the two of them slammed into each other. The air exploded, and a transparent shockwave the size of two heads flew out, smashing into Anglie.

Bang bang!!

Angliel took a step back, and was suddenly hit both shoulders, and his shoulders suddenly felt a burning pain. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )