Chapter 523 United Effort <TOC> Chapter 525 Five Minutes
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Everyone closed their eyes and sensed their surroundings, and soon, their expressions darkened.
As expected, the illusionary nodes in the air around them not only didn’t disappear but were gradually increasing. It seemed as if the illusionary nodes had been suppressed before, but now they had been completely cast.
“Luna said it could sense that Eudes is already dead,” Cherie frowned. “If Eudes is dead, why aren’t the illusionary nodes disappearing?”
“There’s only one possibility: the source of the illusionary nodes isn’t Eudes’ heart, but another substance that exists independently within Eudes’ body,” Angel said with a somewhat grim expression. If it was as he said, Eudes could have controlled the source of the illusionary nodes before, but once Eudes died, the source began to lose control.
“To leave, we must find the source of the illusionary nodes and destroy it immediately, or we will be trapped here forever,” Cherie’s voice was cold, sending chills down everyone’s spine.
In the end, all eyes turned to Angel.
Among those present, only Angel was an illusionist. To find and destroy the source of the illusionary nodes, Angel had to take the lead.
“I’ll give it a try.” Angel knew he couldn’t refuse. Although he wasn’t confident, he was well aware that if even he couldn’t do it, their fate would be death.
He tried to stand up, but as soon as he moved, he began to vomit blood.
His injuries were too severe, his vision blurred, and he collapsed heavily to the ground once more.
Everyone immediately approached him. Coral used healing spells on Angel, covering him in a green light that provided a moment of cool relief. However, his internal injuries were too severe, and the feeling of faintness never disappeared.
At that moment, Cherie suddenly took a one-time-use spatial capsule from her pocket, which she had found on Isio.
Cherie crushed the capsule and quickly found a bottle of pitch-black potion inside.
“Is this… a Sealing Potion?” Coral asked in a low, surprised voice as she looked at the potion in Cherie’s hand.
Cherie nodded, looking at Angel: “Here’s a Sealing Potion. When taken, it can forcibly seal all non-fatal injuries in your body, making you immune to the negative effects brought by the injuries, such as pain and fainting… The effect lasts for one day. However, its side effects are strong. After a day, when the potion’s effect disappears, the injuries may worsen. Do you want to use it?”
Angel had heard of this Sealing Potion before. It was a self-harming potion that forcibly cast a specific pain-suppressing hormone.
Having no other choice, Angel decided to use it. He was now dizzy and almost unconscious, but time was becoming more pressing. To escape, he couldn’t afford to collapse here.
Thinking of this, Angel nodded without hesitation: “Okay!”
Cherie immediately opened the potion, and Angel swallowed the dark liquid in one gulp. His insides churned, and Angel felt extremely nauseous. When the nausea subsided, he could no longer feel any injuries, and his entire body seemed to have been reborn, full of strength and in peak mental condition.
“Having taken the Sealing Potion, you’d better not let your soul wander again, or your mental state could easily collapse,” Cherie said.
Angel nodded, understanding: “Leave it to me.”
With that, Angel closed his eyes, extended his mental reach, and began to sense the illusion nodes around him. He hadn’t realized until now that the number of illusion nodes had increased several times, and they were densely packed around him.
With so many illusion nodes, it was not easy to find a way through them.
As time ticked away and the countdown continued, Angel’s cluttered thoughts were completely suppressed under the immense pressure, leaving his mind clear and focused.
After adjusting to the optimal state, Angel’s eyes suddenly opened.
Supercomputing mode activated!
In an instant, the world in his eyes was no longer a simple image. Countless data flew past his eyes, and he sorted out the necessary data bit by bit, then applied various illusion magic formulas, slowly deducing the source of the illusion nodes.
The others didn’t know what Angel was doing, and they could only watch him sit on the ground, close his eyes and open them, and then mutter words under his breath.
It didn’t seem like he was doing anything, but they didn’t dare to disturb him. Their chances of leaving this place depended on Angel.
In Angel’s eyes, everything around him was composed of countless data sequences. The so-called “sequences” referred to conditions and rules. Angel naturally could not explore the rules, as there were too many in the world, and it would be difficult for him to explore them all. What he was doing now was finding the generation conditions of the illusion nodes to deduce their source.
During the deducing process, Angel gradually sensed a mysterious rhythm.
This rhythm resonated with the illusion source within Angel’s body, and it seemed to be enticing him in a mysterious way, constantly guiding his calculations.
At first, Angel wanted to maintain his own will to calculate, but with time running out, it would likely take him more than a day to fully deduce the source of the illusion nodes.
In such a situation, Angel decisively decided to take a gamble.
Since this rhythm was guiding him in calculating the direction, he decided to follow it and see where it wanted to lead him.
Angel discarded all the numerous calculation directions and started to let this rhythm guide him. He followed it and began calculating in only one direction, without considering any additional variables. He quickly locked onto a coordinate.
He didn’t know what this coordinate was, but he intended to give it a try.
“Follow me.” Angel deactivated his supercomputing state and shouted to the people behind him, then began to move quickly.
Angel led the way, turning left and right. Each door he passed through was hidden by an illusion. After passing through dozens of doors, Angel finally stopped.
There was another blood-red membrane. With a gentle push, the membrane broke.
Countless illusionary energies surged out, like a torrent that made everyone feel unstable. Various illusions appeared in their eyes: good, bad, angry, sad.
It was so real, as if their lives had been reset.
If it weren’t for Angel forcibly suppressing their emotions and leaving only calmness, they would probably be completely lost in this torrent of illusions.
However, although they were now in a state of “not being pleased by things nor saddened by the self,” the illusionary torrent was still too fierce, and they still found it hard to maintain composure.
Angel himself was not affected, but he also understood that if he let them sway in the illusionary torrent for too long, they would eventually collapse as soon as there was a slight vulnerability in their hearts.
In this critical moment.
Perhaps it was a flash of inspiration, or a mysterious connection. Angel subconsciously cast the Nightmare Domain, and when the nightmare surrounded everyone, all the illusionary torrents disappeared.
Angel could clearly feel that the illusionary torrent was still pouring, but they saw the Nightmare Domain as if they were mice seeing a cat, diverting and not daring to rush into the Nightmare Domain.
Angel was stunned, not knowing why this was happening. Could it be that the Nightmare Domain was actually much more advanced than ordinary illusionary powers? And because it was of a higher class, these illusionary torrents did not dare to provoke it?
Angel’s guess was actually close to the truth. However, he overlooked an objective condition: Eudes had already died.
Under Eudes’s control, even if the power of the Nightmare Domain was more advanced than his illusionary power, it wouldn’t matter. Angel would have no power to resist.
But Eudes was dead, and these powers had become ownerless. Naturally, they didn’t dare to provoke the Nightmare Domain, which was inherently higher in nature.
As the Nightmare Domain was cast, everyone gradually woke up.
“Where is this place?”
“Is this another illusion? It looks like a noble’s ballroom. But this time, it’s quite real, even you guys have been conjured up.”
Angel walked over: “This is an illusion I’ve set up. You guys stay here for now, otherwise, you’ll get lost in the flood of illusions from the outside world. As for the source of the illusion nodes, leave that to me.”
After giving instructions, Angel didn’t wait for them to react. He left the illusion, leaving a trace of the nightmare aura connected to himself, and stepped into the source of the flood of illusions…
Going upstream against the flood, perhaps due to the wondrous rhythm, he wasn’t swept away by the flood and successfully arrived in this small room.
Upon entering, Angel’s gaze locked onto a glowing, transparent, spherical bead.
As his eyes met the spherical bead, he immediately felt a leaping joy and that wondrous rhythm.
“Is this the source of all the illusion nodes? Just this bead?”
Angel, as if controlled by some power, walked forward with a joyful expression, reached out, and gently touched the bead.
At that instant, countless rays of light burst forth from the bead and merged into Angel’s forehead.
Angel maintained this posture, his eyes tightly closed.
The light continued to pour out of the bead, forming a line and continuously blending into Angel’s mind.
Angel felt as if his entire body was bathing in gentle sunlight, tender and comfortable. He was like a spectator, watching Eudes’ memories, which told the story of an ordinary clam growing into a towering giant.
It was like reviewing a life, showing Eudes’ transformation from its initial state to its current form, one by one.
This was a clam that had lived for nearly three thousand years. It started as an ordinary clam, living leisurely for a century until it encountered a race that changed its life.
This race was the same giant ancestral race that Angel had seen not long ago when the countdown started.
The scene shifted from their struggles to establishing a civilization, the events during that time were like a legendary tale, captivating and empathetic. However, the turning point came a thousand years ago when their civilization encountered enemies. They were captured by the people of Sky Mechanical City and placed in another world, the Purification Garden.
The race’s ancestor was frozen, and Eudes was forced into slumber.
The remaining members of the race, however, mistook the “robbers” for “divine gods,” which was absurd.
From then on, there was no longer a future.