Main Text Volume Chapter 276 Lord Ollie

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After all, it was the heart. If it was a little wrong, it would be hopeless. What's more, the node of the heart was the core node of the illusion. Destroying it was equivalent to the collapse of all other illusion nodes. With all the internal organs damaged, Angel could only say that he was too imaginative. \r

He thought that it was just a few groups of magic power that broke through, and it shouldn't cause too much damage to his internal organs, but he was wrong. When the manifestation of that group of magic power was replaced by new magic power, the fusion of energy often could not be without loss. This loss was not a big deal in other places, but at this time the illusion node was in the internal organs, and that little loss became a death warrant. \r

Angel only felt a sharp pain in his internal organs, a feeling of nausea rose, and he unconsciously spit out a mouthful of blood with broken meat residue. Then everything went black, and he fell to the ground unconscious. \r

…\r

Time went back to a few minutes ago. \r

The people outside began to slowly realize that something was wrong with the situation. According to Flora, they were no longer in the inner field, but had come to a place called "Nightmare". \r

Sanders' sudden appearance and Flora's solemn expression made them all feel a sense of crisis. Especially Sanders, who had a stern face from beginning to end. Even when Lydia approached him, he did not speak and continued to do what he was doing. \r

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

"It feels like we have come to an incredible place." The old wizard Cooper looked worried, "It's a mess, I don't know when it will end." \r

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

Ever since she learned that the boy was a disciple of Sanders, Twilight's face has been gloomy, and her anger has been beyond words, but she has been holding back, fearing that someone will take advantage of this to make things difficult. Now someone finally took the lead, although he did not directly point out her wrong behavior, but she was very uncomfortable to attribute everything to Twilight. \r

Everything in front of her still needs a solution. She thought for a moment and said to everyone: "After leaving here, if anything happens to you, Twilight will naturally compensate you. But if nothing happens to you, just think of it as watching a show, how about it?" \r

If it is a country with a sound code of law, this practice that violates the right to personal freedom may receive a large amount of compensation. But this is the wizarding world, it is good to be able to protect yourself, and asking for too much is not good. \r

"That's it, let's take a good look at this... drama." \r

In order to prevent the Twilight Auction from breaking its promise, Twilight must come up with a solution. All the sources point to the boy in the white fog. If she wants to move the boy, she has to go through Sanders. This plan is not feasible. She can only start from other aspects, such as... the only exit of the entire hall, the door behind the white fog. \r

Twilight waved her hand and called a member of the Twilight Defense Team: "I will connect with you mentally. You go to the door and see what is behind it. Be careful, don't act rashly without my order." \r

The Twilight team nodded and was about to step into the white fog. \r

"Don't go in. Before Angel has dealt with... that matter, no one is allowed to enter the fog-shrouded area, otherwise--kill without mercy!" Sanders' cold voice spread throughout the venue. \r

This is the first time Sanders spoke after appearing, but the meaning of his words was full of threats. \r

"You!" Twilight pointed at Sanders, and she was furious. But she didn't dare to say a single bad word, and could only glare at Sanders. \r

Sanders glanced at her coldly: "If you want to die, you can try." \r

Sanders's aura of finality enveloped the entire venue, and no one dared to question it. \r

Lydia walked to the center of the luxurious hall with a charming step, and said in a charming tone: "Lord Sanders, the person inside is your disciple, and outsiders are naturally not allowed to say anything. But now we have to come up with a solution. Do we really have to stand here and wait for this show to end?" \r

Sanders looked at the inner field, where hundreds of people were trapped, and he also sighed secretly: Angel is so troublesome. \r

"According to what Twilight said, you just watch the show, anyway, the result is already determined." Either nothing happens, and the wind is calm; or there is an uproar, and the South Region will be in turmoil. \r

Because it involves the Nightmare Realm, Sanders was unwilling to explain more, and he just threw out this sentence and ignored others. \r

Everyone looked at each other, but since the strongest person on the scene had spoken, they also put away their slightly uneasy hearts and stood aside to watch the show. \r

After a while, a sudden shout came from the white fog: "Don't come over! Don't come out! Go back!" \r

When everyone was still wondering what was going on, they saw five strange cards rushing out of the rolling white fog. They were holding weapons and looked very strange. \r

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

Twilight ordered people to kill the five card guards. Sanders did not stop them, but just glanced at them, focusing slightly on the gun in the Joker's hand, and then retracted his gaze. \r

These five card guards caused great damage to the Dusk Guard. Although they were at the same level as the Colorful Dragonfly, they had weapons! \r

Swords, spears and shields were at least entry-level weapons. \r

The guns in the Joker's hands were never seen by everyone before today, but they had seen Angel use guns to block the Dusk Guard's spells not long ago. It was just that the power was not great, so they didn't pay attention. But the guns used by the Joker were incredibly powerful. Every bullet carried unmatched energy. \r

In just a few seconds, another member of the defense team died under the gun. \r

But fortunately, although the other wizards said they were watching the show, they did not really stand idly by. With friendly attacks, the card guards were quickly subdued and eliminated, but in the end, the Joker, like the Colorful Dragonfly, disappeared invisibly. Only the other four cards were torn into pieces by them. \r

At first, everyone was worried that the Joker would pose a threat to them after being invisible because he was holding a long-range gun. But like the colorful dragonfly, the Joker card no longer attacks anyone after it disappears. \r

"Could it be that these strange things don't actually want to fight us at all?" Someone wondered. \r

A few minutes later, Angel's screams came from the white fog. \r

Except for Sanders, everyone looked up at the white fog. After a while, a group of short building block guards came out of the monsters. These guards were very small. As soon as they appeared, they accompanied the teacup band. They did not advance or retreat, and there was no threat. They just kept stepping, as if welcoming the arrival of a big man. \r

Flora frowned and sent a voice message to Sanders: "Is it not appropriate to let Angel face those monsters alone?" \r

Sanders replied after a while: "If you were a villager who wanted to cross the river, would you kill the bridge builder?" \r

... \r

The sudden pain in his internal organs made Angel faint. \r

But after a while, Angel woke up again. From his vision, he saw that the brick soldiers were crossing from the nightmare world into the nightmare realm, which showed that he had not been unconscious for a long time. \r

"How can you commit suicide? You are a great contributor to the expansion of territory for Her Majesty the Queen." An emotion came from the top of his head. \r

The one who made this emotion was the green-haired owl doll. It was flying in the air, staring at Angel with its cute puppet eyes in dissatisfaction, and spitting green mist from its mouth. \r

As soon as the green mist touched Angel, it turned into a comfortable cool breath and penetrated into the body, relieving various injuries in the body. Even the injury to the heart was healed by this green breath. \r

In addition to the heart, Angel found that his limbs were rejuvenated. \r

The arm and leg bones that were originally broken into bone slag were now completely restored. Angel tentatively stood up without feeling any hindrance. \r

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

The owl doll saved him, and although he was grateful in his heart, Angel's position had never changed. \r

Angel didn't care about the building block soldiers. The first thing he did when he woke up was to check whether the illusion disappeared. However, the illusion node he constructed disappeared, the nightmare did not change, and the channel remained stable. \r

"It's useless to even destroy the node?!" Angel raised his eyebrows, and now he had no idea what to do. \r

Angel suddenly felt a familiar heaviness on his head, and the owl doll stood on his hair again. \r

Angel rolled his eyes in his heart. Is his head a genius treasure in the bird world? Why do all birds like to land on his head? Even the dolls are like this. \r

"Mr. Owl, can you change places? They are all out, why are you still here?" Angel said. \r

The owl doll did not answer. \r

Angel thought about it, and then spread this sentence with emotional fluctuations. \r

This time, the owl puppet understood what he said, but the other party's focus was on the wrong thing: "Ah, ah, I am the famous Lord Ollie, you actually called me Mr. Owl, how rude!"\r

After saying this, the owl puppet pecked Angel's head with its beak frantically. \r

Although it is a puppet, it is still painful to peck. Angel kept apologizing, shouting: "Lord Ollie, I was wrong, stop pecking! Stop pecking!"\r

The owl puppet stopped talking and emitted green ripples: "Remember, I am Lord Ollie! Don't call me the wrong name! This is the name given to me by the Queen herself, it is my honor!"\r

"Okay, okay!" Angel replied repeatedly. \r

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

"The fox playing the piano, the frog singing?" Because he used emotions to communicate with the owl doll, when he saw the scene in his vision, Angel subconsciously used emotional fluctuations. \r

Owl doll: "It's Fox and Frog? Great, the Queen's Night Watch can't be complete without the accompaniment of professional musicians!" \r

Hearing the owl's words, Angel felt that their names were vaguely familiar. But he didn't go into it, because at this moment, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.