Main Text Volume Chapter 324: Nest

The women's bath house, walking from the dusk entrance, the first three-way intersection you encounter is the women's bath house.

Previously, it was covered by fog, and Angel could only vaguely see broken stones and spots of blood near the women's bath house. Now when he got closer, he found that the women's bath house was more dilapidated than he had imagined. The other buildings around were intact, only the women's bath house was mostly broken from the outside.

Angel estimated that it should be Sanders who smashed it when he explored the nest here and fought with the dragonfly guards.

The women's bath house is an oval building, like an egg cut in half. Angel initially thought that this was a theater or a performance-related place, because only places that require a large number of people to watch would be built so large.

Later, he found that this was actually an entertainment venue for wizards, a more advanced den of money. It also serves as a slave market, but the slaves bought and sold here are mostly beautiful men and women who provide sexual services, basically mortals. There were even low-level apprentices who came voluntarily, hoping to obtain some resources by serving formal wizards.

No human settlement could be absolutely clean. Angel had no prejudice against such a place, but he had never entered a similar place before. This time, it was his first time to enter. Unfortunately, there were no more beautiful women inside, only broken gold and stone walls and gemstones.

There was no one in the outer hall, and in front of him was a fountain of sweet red wine. Before he got close, he could smell the fragrance of grapes. The purple-red wine kept gushing out of the mouth of the dolphin statue, mixed with light golden broken light.

This golden broken light contained a strange energy. Angel stretched out his fingers and smelled it. It seemed to have a similar ingredient to Shulomon, which could soothe tired nerves, disrupt the brain's reward and punishment mechanism, and even make people addicted. In short, the red wine here is not just wine, but also a liquid drug.

Angel walked around the fountain and saw a row of plants that made him feel complicated under the magnificent murals.

All the magic plants he found in the magic plant shop outside were low-level magic plants, and he didn't even have any to collect. But in the front hall of the women's bath house, he actually found that they used a row of low-level magic plants as a view. How could he not feel complicated?

"Snake mold flowers for making blood coagulation potions, buddan nettles that can be used as anesthetics just by smelling them, and night branches that can produce moon ice..." Angel looked at this row of low-level magic plants and couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, those who make money are all big dogs.

In a bunch of buddan nettles, Angel picked a seedling; in a tree of night branches, Angel took a branch. Then put it in the bracelet, not that he didn't want to take more, but the space in his bracelet for living things was too small...

After picking up magic plants worth nearly a hundred magic crystals for nothing, Angel showed a secret joy at the corner of his mouth and walked towards the inner hall in a happy mood.

Under Sanders' guidance, Angel smoothly arrived outside the inner hall where the nest was located.

Standing outside the closed door, Sanders whispered: "Are you nervous? If you are timid, we can reset the plan."

"Not nervous." Angell almost smiled, how could he be nervous.

Sanders heard the joy in Angell's words, and said with admiration: "Are you excited? Because of the unknown adventure?" As a practical wizard, Sanders naturally hopes to see his disciples not afraid of the road ahead, rather than staying in the ivory tower and being heavily protected.

"Yes, I'm excited." Angel rubbed his palms, looking ready to do a big thing: "This female bathhouse is so rich that they actually embedded magic crystals directly on the wall. I have broken more than fifty magic crystals along the way!"

Sanders: "..." I always thought you were moving slowly because you were cautious. It turns out you were picking magic crystals? I didn't expect you to be this kind of Angel!

"You have spent almost an hour since entering the women's bathhouse. According to your alchemy speed, do you think you can only earn 50 magic crystals in an hour?" Sanders almost pointed at Angel's nose and scolded him for wasting time.

After Sanders said this, Angel felt that he seemed to be a little confused. If he really spent his time on alchemy, it would be too easy to reach 50 magic crystals in an hour. As a result, he spent an hour here to break the magic crystals on the wall? What else is not a waste of time?

Although Angel understood, he still felt: free things are really cool.

"Okay, you break dozens of magic crystals, which is a small matter for the Paradise Pavilion. If they know that you solved the colorful dragonfly nest in the inner hall, it is not a problem to reward you with thousands of magic crystals."

When Angel heard this, he waved his hand quickly: "Teacher, don't tell my story to others." He was afraid that people would get to the bottom of it and find that the source was caused by him. It would be fine if he was chased by Twilight alone, but he couldn't afford to offend the huge Paradise Pavilion.

How could Sanders not understand his thoughts? He laughed and scolded him for being timid.

"Go in, be careful. If the colorful dragonflies attack you, release the nightmare immediately and let the teacup band go to confuse them. I am now hidden in the fog on the top floor of the inner hall, so you only need to delay for a second or two to buy me time to save you."

"Yes." Although Angell was not nervous, he began to act cautiously after hearing Sanders' serious words.

He gently pushed open the crack of the door and looked inside: it was a fog and nothing could be seen clearly.

After the crack of the door was opened for a few seconds, Angell did not feel anything unusual, so he simply pushed the door open lightly.

What he saw through the crack in the door was gray fog, but after pushing the door completely open, Angel could vaguely see a huge thing in the gray fog!

Just from the unclear black shadow, you can see how huge the object in the fog is.

Angel stood at the door without moving, keeping in touch with Sanders, talking about the huge black shadow.

"That's right, that is the nest of the colorful dragonfly. It will spray out a wave of parasites every once in a while. You can see it clearly then." Sanders spoke quickly, obviously ready for a fight.

It didn't take long for Angel to see the grand scene of "spraying light".

When the light was sprayed out, it seemed like a hurricane swept through, sweeping away the fog in the inner hall. Immediately afterwards, countless rays of light were like fireflies, swarming out of the dimly lit inner hall. Angel looked at it without any fear in his heart, and only felt that it was a wonderful dreamy scene.

With these lights, Angel could clearly see the entire nest.

The inner hall of the women's soup house is more than ten meters high, and the height of the nest is about seven or eight meters. The nest looks very strange, with hundreds of spheres stuck together with yellowish mucus. Each sphere has a dark passage, and the light comes out from the inside. It looks a bit like a honeycomb.

If they are creatures with collective consciousness, and their nests are just maternity rooms, are they like bees or ants, and the other types of work are just to serve the females at the top of the pyramid? So is this female the queen of the entire nest?

Angel asked Sanders curiously.

"No. Last time I broke their nest, there were only nearly a hundred colorful dragonflies. They did not produce parasites through reproduction, but through some kind of ritual ability, they prayed for a large number of parasites. Sanders paused: "At present, the only objects they reproduce are colorful dragonflies."

After Sanders explained, he said to Angel: "They didn't attack you?"

Angel: "There were colorful dragonflies following me all the way, but they just kept praising Sharapova and did nothing else. I didn't see those colorful dragonflies healing."

"You go in and walk slowly towards the nest."

Angel walked inside, and after a while, Angel found those colorful dragonflies appearing, flying towards him with the figure "8" flying. Sanders, who was hiding on top of the female soup kitchen, also saw this scene.

The last time he came over, these colorful dragonflies went directly into battle. Sanders killed a few casually and ignored them. His most important purpose was to close the channel. He kept these colorful dragonflies for future research.

It was completely different from what happened last time. Even if the colorful dragonfly flew to Angel, it didn't make any move.

"Can you feel their emotions?"

"Yes, but their ability to express emotions is very poor. I can't guess many things, but I'm sure they don't have any malice toward me." Angel said very conservatively. Not only did they not have any malice, the colorful dragonflies were the same as the five-color dragonflies. I was thinking of words to praise Sharapova, but like the colorful dragonfly, my vocabulary was extremely poor. It was either as bright as the moonlight, or it was the Queen's favor, or it was your noble Excellency. There seemed to be no other words available.

After hearing this, Sanders breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, now you test their bottom line of tolerance for you. You walk towards the nest, and then climb to the top of the nest step by step. The passage is right there!"

"Remember, once they stop letting you move forward, your mission is completed. Then you exit and I will pick you up outside."

Angel followed what Sanders said and tested the colorful dragonfly's bottom line step by step.

But Angel later discovered that Colorful Dragonfly had no bottom line for him... at all. Angel climbed to the top of the nest and saw the passage that sprayed out mist, and the colorful dragonflies did not stop it.

After he left the women's bathhouse unharmed, Sanders came out from the side and patted him on the shoulder: "I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. It seems that Sharapova's status is not low in the nightmare world. Originally, I We have also prepared several breakout plans, but it seems that they are no longer needed now. As long as the passage on your side can be closed smoothly, then this fog incident is indeed not a big deal. For these parasitized people, It’s still a good thing.”

Sanders took Angel to a manor, and outside the manor there was a roaring lion.

“This is the private residence of ‘Cangshi’ Daidewia.”