Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 320 Reflected Fate

"Let's put aside the acting, anyway, they are all on board during this time."

Adele thought about it and couldn't make up her mind, so she had to change the topic first.

"What are the materials of the Sequence Five Witch of Pain, and where do you get them? Do you know these?"

Tracy showed a meaningful smile, which made Adele's hair straighten. After two or three seconds, she slowly replied:
"The main material of the Witch of Pain includes all the blood of the lion-headed snake-body beast and the eyes of the black-feathered owl. I only know that the former is in the southern continent, and it can be found in the primeval forests of North Olite State, especially the Aleser in West Balam. turn up."

North Olite State is a large state in West Balam, with an area equivalent to about 1.5 times that of Ruen Ahova County. It has the most well-preserved virgin forest in Balam.

Although the current situation in the Balam Theater is complicated, it can still be divided into two parts: the northwest and the southeast.

——The northwest belongs to Loen, and the southeast is occupied by the coalition forces of the Rose School of Thought and the native princes.

And Adele and the others set sail from Behrens Port to harass the east coast port occupied by the Rose School of Thought, try to contain the tentative counterattack of the opposing fleet as much as possible, and ensure the safety of the troops sent by Behrens Port to repair the telegraph line.

"Then, let's stop here for a while."

Adele reached out and pointed out a river estuary in the primitive jungle of East Balam on the chart hanging on the wall, "If necessary, try to go upstream."

"You are the captain, you have the final say on these matters." Tracy said indifferently.

She is not someone who cannot see the situation clearly. She is very clear about who the Kingdom is willing to give her a chance now.

It is true that there is also the meaning of taking advantage of her power in the Southern Continent, but it does not necessarily require her to be alive.Ruen can produce an annoying Gehrman Sparrow, isn't there a second magical item that can change people's appearance?

——In terms of deterrent effect alone, the dead Tracy is much more useful than the living diseased lieutenant general.

Adele glanced at Tracy not unexpectedly, and her performance was also within Adele's expectation.

Adele didn't expect Tracy to completely fall to her side all at once, and the current state has actually far exceeded Adele's expectations.

In Adele's expectation, Tracy is giving herself face by not being obsequious and disobedient now. Anyway, her military rank seems to be higher than her own.

If the other party really contradicts himself, it may really be troublesome during this long voyage.

But fortunately, the journey was long enough, and there was plenty of time for Tracy to figure it out...

Adele comforted herself in her heart, then picked up the pencil on the table, and lightly circled on the chart by herself.

——Whether it is to harass in the offshore, contain the main force of the local navy, or venture into the inland river, and directly use the ship as a mobile fort to attack the city, it needs to be arranged in advance.Avoid casualties as much as possible.

The current number of members of the "Snow Wind" privateer has expanded to more than 200 people. Most of the original ordinary sailors have been dismissed, and only more than a dozen capable sailors including Wagner, the four witches under Gagaran, and Constantine , Tracy and Wendy et al.

However, these 200 people are just a drop in the bucket on the frontline.In a fierce battle, it is even possible to kill all of them within 10 minutes, so it must be used with caution.

Although Adele and Tracy's mission looks good, there is still a lot of oil and water, and no matter whether it is good or bad, it will not have any bad impact on the two of them, but if they fail, they will become the center of the typhoon.

To put it closer, the military careers of Mr. "Moon" and "Xingxing" on the front line may be affected. Although it will not endanger personal safety, they cannot escape from the Southern Continent.

Going further, William Augustus, the founder in charge of this war zone, might take a bad strategy in desperation to prevent the members of the Rose School of Thought from communicating with the Mother Tree of Desire in private and launch an indiscriminate attack on the Southern Continent.

No one has ever seen the scene of the "Hand of Order" doing its best in Sequence [-] of the judge's path, and no one wants to see it once.However, it will definitely not be weaker than the half-mad god Siea.

Sierra can cut off the entire star plateau. Although William Augustus said that it is difficult to destroy the entire continent by relying on destructive power alone, as the Sequence One in charge of rules and order, it is still necessary to create rules for punishing Extraordinary within the southern continent. No problem.

Gods fight and mortals suffer... Adele sighed heavily, staring at the map once again lost in thought.

……

In the depths of the vast starry sky, on the blue reflection star.

Looking at the very familiar Gothic steeple church in front of her, the corners of Forsi's mouth twitched.

"Why are we here?"

Miss Writer's voice was a little trembling, which showed that this tour of collecting songs was still too exciting for her.

The steeple of the church that appeared in front of her was towering. In the design, cross arches, flying coupons, slender columns, and a new frame structure were used to increase the strength of the supporting top, so that the whole building had a straight-up line, a majestic appearance and a church. The empty space inside, combined with the long windows with stained glass, creates a strong religious atmosphere in the church.

Although she was not a believer of the goddess, she had lived in Backlund for five or six years and recognized this landmark in Backlund: St. Samuel's Cathedral!
It's just that what hangs on the top of the church is not the holy emblem of the night, but a mysterious symbol that Forsi has never seen before. It seems to belong to the real owner here, a powerful outer god.

"Your expression should be more natural, there is no need to be so nervous, just take it as a gathering."

Amon, who left a clone in Forsi's body, was standing beside Forsi with a smile at this time, wearing a postman costume he stole from nowhere, and took out a large amount of grain in his pocket like magic , Feed the pigeons as if they were really killing time.

"But you said, this is their territory..."

It was obviously impossible for Fors to be as fearless as Amon. Even though her body had honestly sat on the bench behind him according to Amon's gestures, her mouth was still worried.

"So, you're too nervous."

Amon threw out the last handful of grains in his hand, and when the white doves were about to land excitedly to eat, he suddenly clapped his hands vigorously in a mischievous manner, causing the white doves to fly away in a blink of an eye trace.

"People here won't notice me... In fact, if it wasn't for me parasitic on your body, you wouldn't be able to see the sights here, nor would you be able to interfere with them."

There was still a smile on the corner of Amon's mouth, and he waved around the square.

In an instant, the white pigeons in the entire square were stunned for a moment, and then half of them flew up at the same time, circling around Amon, wrapping him in it.

"Look at those people, the little mystic of the Abraham family."

Amon's voice was almost drowned in the flapping of the white dove's wings, but Fors still believed that she had heard these words.

She subconsciously looked at the people who were feeding the pigeons in the square like Amon, but found that their movements had not changed in any way, and they were still mechanically throwing bread crumbs to the place where the pigeons were.

Everyone's expressions are so happy and peaceful, but they also look so weird and rigid.

They are more like puppets in Little Garden than real human beings.

Forsi stared blankly at those reflections that mechanically repeated her movements. For some reason, she felt a sense of loneliness that she had never experienced before.

Even if she was thrown into the depths of the distant starry sky alone, she had never felt such a strong loneliness, which could seep into the bone marrow along the gaps in her clothes.

If it wasn't for Amon who broke free from the pigeon flock and patted her on the shoulder heavily, Fors would have suspected that she would already be crying now.

"How does it feel?"

Amon's clothes were messed up by those pigeons, and there were still a few gray feathers on his body, but Forsi felt that his expression seemed to be a little more lively.

"Feeling as though...rejected by the world."

Fors thought about her choice of words, "Maybe I rejected the world... In short, it's a bit uncomfortable."

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Forsi felt that the smile on Amon's face became stronger.

"Very well, remember this feeling. Perhaps, our world is also like this for them."

Amon waved his hand, and the clothes on him became clean and tidy all of a sudden.Then, He stretched out his hand indifferently and made an inward grasping motion.

Before Forsi could react, the people in the entire square fell down.

Like a wheat field swept by an invisible scythe, people in the square lost their lives at the same time.Their lifeless bodies rolled to Forsi's feet, and disappeared the moment they touched her leather boots with bells, like broken reflections.

It took Fors almost two seconds to figure out what happened, and then she asked Amon in a broken voice:

"What the hell are you doing?"

Amon didn't answer. He just looked at his palm silently. When hundreds of lives were held in his palm, they were like countless flickering light spots, forming a pure light cluster in his palm.

"Have you seen that, any random action we make may cause them to die casually."

Ignoring Forsi's questioning, Amon waved his hand again and flew the bunch of light spots back to the original owner's body.

"...Will it be the same when they look at us?"

Forsi opened her mouth, but suppressed the new round of questioning that she had originally prepared.

Amon raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "It seems that your IQ has also improved to a certain extent during the period of being parasitized by me... However, when I stole the relevant experience from Pales, I didn't know that this parasitism would Let the IQ of the parasite be fed back?"

Forsi: "..."

Seeing that Forsi was too suffocated to speak, Amon stood up and walked towards Forsi.

"Don't you want to know what we're here for? I'll tell you now."

Fors subconsciously took a small step back, but it still didn't affect the coincidence of Amon's figure with hers, and returned to the complete parasitic state again.

Before Amon's body completely merged into Fors' body, Fors heard his last words.

"We are going to see the person here who can have a good conversation with us, and for this we need the help of the [Secret] of this world."

"[Secret] refers to..." Before Forsi could finish speaking, the spiritual premonition of the mystic suddenly appeared in her mind.

A figure wearing a crown and a heavily patterned black robe stands at the top of the steeple of the church. His face is upright but expressionless, and his black eyes are deep but devoid of spirituality!
In the next second, her body became hazy like a landscape in a mist, and before she had time to use her extraordinary ability, she had completely disappeared.

"Amon, you plot against me! QAQ"

This was the last thought that flashed through Forsi's mind before the power went out.

Just as her thoughts reverberated, there was already darkness in front of her eyes, and she completely lost consciousness, as if she had entered the deepest sleep without dreams.

After an unknown amount of time, the lightless and soundless darkness suddenly swayed, making her feel a little dazed.

The thought gradually got rid of the freeze, and Fors slowly opened her eyes, only to see a mist above, in which the seemingly unreal crimson moon was hidden, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

"Are you dead? Get up quickly if you're not dead."

That nasty voice sounded again from her mind and around her at the same time. Forsi finally confirmed that she was not dead, but she didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

"This is where?"

Forsi moved her joints, stood up while rubbing her shoulders, and looked at the surrounding environment.

The first thing that caught her eyes was the mist that filled the surroundings. It was different from any kind of mist that Forsi had seen, and its color did not belong to any one she recognized.

Due to the fog, the visibility here was very low, and the colorful fog could only be seen churning anywhere they could see.

This shapeless mist also gives people a completely different feeling. It is changing every moment, causing people to have an inexplicable fear of the unknown, and resist walking into the depths of the mist.

Amon was standing beside Forsi, and he didn't know when he put on the monocle made of crystal again. The expression on his face was something Forsi had never seen before, and he was even a little at a loss.

"As I said before, the Outer God here has replaced the Righteous God, so this is naturally His Kingdom of God."

Looking at the turbulent fog around him, Amon shrugged, trying to make himself look a little more relaxed.

"One of the most powerful outer gods in the starry sky, the Kingdom of God of the Uncertain Fog."

"Since he is equivalent to the existence of the Seven Gods here, then the person who can talk to us must be here."

Amon subconsciously pushed the lens of the monocle to make it better fit into his sunken eye sockets.Then he glanced at Fors, and said narrowly:
"It's not a good feeling to be pulled in by his agent, so I didn't let him pull me in."

(End of this chapter)