Mystery: Undead don't die from passing fire

While traveling through the spirit world, Ms. Despair instantly saw countless transparent shadows with indescribable shapes, and found that there were bright and pure brilliance at the highest point that contained endless knowledge.Her body was dragged forward by a strange force, she shuttled quickly, and it didn't take long before she left the place and came to a secluded, dirty and disgusting corner of the alley.

This is Backlund East District, with a population of more than 150 million people.Only this place can meet the requirements of the Witch Sect and the Aurora Society at the same time - the real creator needs a lot of pessimism, despair, numbness, resentment and primitive evil if he wants to come, and the original witch wants to come, also need such a ceremony.

Even, the descending real creator can attract firepower for the original witch, there is simply no more perfect plan than this!

She pulled down the veil to cover her face, and looked up into the sky, only to see that the afternoon sun was covered by clouds and mist, turning pale and dim.Lady of Despair looked up at the sky, with a hint of sarcasm on her beautiful face:

"madness."

The idiots of the Aurora Society didn't understand what they were going to do. They just wanted their god to descend, but they never considered whether the descending true Creator could escape the culling of the three major churches.Of course, even if it can escape the pursuit of the three major churches, it doesn't matter, because this can also enhance their strength.

It's a pity, because their plans have been destroyed one after another, and now they have to act in advance, otherwise they can do it more covertly.

Ms. Despair looked around, walked out of the alley, and entered the street.Her pace was very slow, as if she was wandering in a sea of ​​mist.Where she passed, the fog was imperceptibly thicker, stained with a bit of iron-black color, and the visible distance quietly decreased.

The iron-black and light-yellow smog silently descended on the Eastern District, descending on Backlund.

Not far from her, a homeless man wearing an old jacket with a sallow face suddenly coughed so violently that he fell to the ground.The two poor people who were very close to the homeless backed away in horror, immediately covered their throats, and made a hoo hoo sound, as if they had suffered from severe lung disease or bronchitis, and were already out of breath.

Ms. Despair has a calm and gentle expression, as if she is completing a work of art.

She walked among the passers-by without any abnormality, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and she whispered with a smile:
"The history of the Loen Kingdom will remember this day:
"The Great Smog Incident in Backlund."
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Queens, Kings Row.

Hibbert took the Archbishop of St. Anthony into the Kingdom Council effortlessly on the grounds of official duties, and the journey was unimpeded.In fact, even if he doesn't make excuses, he won't encounter any obstacles. After all, one of these two is the eldest son of Earl Hall, and the other is the Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese of the Church of Evernight. Who would dare to stop them?
"Father!"

Hibbert slammed open a door and looked anxiously at Earl Hall who was dealing with government affairs.

"Hibert? In a panic..."

Earl Hall frowned when he saw the hurried appearance of the eldest son. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he caught sight of Archbishop St. Anthony behind him, and hurriedly got up to greet him, "Archbishop Anthony, why are you here?"

Archbishop Anthony just smiled and slightly raised his hand towards Earl Hall.

Earl Hall felt that his consciousness seemed to be in a trance for a moment, and all the memories from yesterday to the present quickly appeared in his mind like a movie, making him quickly realize the incongruity in the memory:
"I'm hypnotized!"

Earl Hall's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice.

Because of Alfred's matter, he was personally summoned by George III yesterday and explained to him the stakes.But in the dark, there was something else that affected his sanity and convinced him that 'this is a good thing'.It's a pity that he is just an ordinary person after all, and he doesn't even know who is affecting him!

"Earl Hall, you..."

Archbishop St. Anthony nodded with a smile, but just as he was about to speak, there was a rush of footsteps behind him.

Archbishop St. Anthony turned his head and saw a group of people hurrying towards him.

Among them were a large number of noble members who believed in the Church of Evernight, but the leader was the current Prime Minister, the younger brother of Duke Negan, who was assassinated a few days ago, Agusid Negan.This is not surprising. Although Prime Minister Agassid Negan is a follower of the Lord of Storms, the status of the three major church archbishops is equal.When the archbishop of any church visits in person, he is eligible to be greeted by the prime minister in person.

Although Aguhid Negan's office is in the prime minister's residence at No. 9 Hope Street instead of the Kingdom House on Kingdom Avenue, these two buildings are actually at the intersection of the two streets, not only close together, but even There are also passages for quick access inside.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, Gui'an."

Archbishop St. Anthony smiled and nodded as a greeting.

The prime minister's expression was a little ugly, but it was obviously not aimed at the archbishop.

The prime minister raised his hand and handed the telegram to St. Anthony, saying in a deep voice:

"Archbishop St. Anthony, dear, you have to look at this."

St. Anthony, took the telegram and glanced at it:
Trish Chick?The original witch?
But facing the old man with drooping eyes, the prime minister lowered his head tremblingly.

This old man with a beardless face and deep eyes looked extremely clean, even if he was wearing a black and red archbishop robe, he did not give off a gloomy feeling.However, anyone who faces him will tremble from the bottom of his heart, as if being ruled by fear, or facing the unknown existence in the depths of the darkness.

The Prime Minister said in a low voice:

"I have sent someone to report to His Excellency the Priest of Dark Blue and Archbishop Horamick of the Church of Steam. They should have received the news. Archbishop St. Anthony, do you have any orders?"

Due to his negligence in the assassination of Duke Negan, the 'Singer of God' Ace Snake was transferred from the Backlund parish last week.And the new Archbishop of the Church of Storms is the 'Dark Blue Priest' Radar Valentine.

It was about an evil god, and the prime minister did not dare to be negligent, so he immediately notified the other two churches.

St. Anthony looked at the contents of the telegram, and suddenly chuckled and said:

"There's an angel around and he'll take care of it all."

"Angel?"

The prime minister was startled for a moment, and then his expression brightened.

As the capital of the Loen Kingdom, Backlund's diocesan archbishop is nothing more than a saint.And an angel on the ground is enough to be at the same level as the three-fold crowned person of the major Orthodox churches, that is, the pope, the pope, and the patriarch!
In an age when gods did not often walk the earth, a terrestrial angel often meant invincibility.It means that Backlund will not have any crisis!Of course, the premise is that the angel on the ground is not as unreliable as the "Singer of God".
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In the underground ruins, in the corner of the hall, Klein clings to the stone wall, preventing himself from being discovered by Mr. A.

He was extremely nervous, and he knew that Mr. A would hold the coming ceremony of the true Creator again, just like what Ince Zangwill and Lanrus had done in Tingen.That time, an incomplete 'Evil Infant' almost destroyed the entire Tingen.

If the incarnation of the real Creator were to descend this time, Klein couldn't even imagine what the consequences would be!
For him, the best choice at this time is to sneak out of the hall and escape into the distance while Mr. A is concentrating on the ceremony.But he almost instinctively wanted to prevent this from happening.He has even gritted his teeth and made up his mind that as soon as Mr. A starts the ceremony, he will find a way to disrupt the ceremony, or at least interrupt the ceremony.

Of course, this has to wait for Mr. A to hold the ceremony first.After all, he will definitely be restrained by the ceremony when the ceremony is held. Only then can Klein sabotage the ceremony recklessly.After all, Klein doesn't think that this newly promoted Sequence 6 has the ability to confront Mr. A who is the "shepherd" of Sequence 5 head-on.

Although Klein still has sealed items that are comparable to saints, why do he have to go head-on when he can sneak attack?He is not stupid!
If he didn't see the face of the lady who made the noise just now, he even wished he could pretend to be that lady and make a sneak attack, because it would be safer.Thinking of this, a waiter's respectful and fanatical voice suddenly came from beside his ears.

"Mr. A, the ceremony is ready, the Lord will come to this world soon!"

"Here we come!" Klein closed his eyes, pressed his back against the wall, and clenched his right hand tightly.

Just wait for Mr. A to perform the ceremony, and he will be able to...

"Snapped!"

"boom!"

The crisp slap sound from beside his ear made Klein tremble suddenly, and he opened his eyes in astonishment.It was only then that it was discovered that the waiter who spoke with a frenzied face just now was slapped and flew out, and hit the wall heavily.

Mr. A said coldly:
"Who allowed you to prepare the ceremony without authorization?"

The other waiter on the side seemed a bit submissive, and said cautiously:
"But isn't that exactly the purpose of our cooperation with them?"

Mr. A glanced at them indifferently, and said lightly:
"They want to use the coming of the Lord to attract the attention of the three major churches, and they want to put all the blame on the Lord! If the Lord really comes, we are sinners. Because the Lord does not need to come, the Lord has a greater plan!"

"The Lord doesn't need to come?"

The waiter looked blank. If the Lord doesn't need to come, then what are they doing all this time for?

"Mr. A."

The waiter asked obediently, "Then what shall we do now?"

"Ms. Despair has left, but there are other saints guarding the depths of this ruin. What we have to do is to send a message to the Church of Evernight."

Mr. A half-raised his hands, made a gesture of open arms, and said reverently, "This is part of the plan."

Klein was dumbfounded.

You, the leader of a secret organization that believes in evil gods, have worked so hard to cooperate with other secret organizations, and the end result is to reveal all this to the Orthodox Church?Then what are you trying to figure out!

"You are higher than the stars,
Goddess of the night older than eternity;
And Lord of Crimson, Mother of Secrets;
Queen of Doom and Fear, Lord of Sleep and Silence..."

Klein tried his best to figure out why, and he was still wondering if it was some kind of conspiracy.As a result, in the next second, he heard those waiters chanting the goddess' honorable name in ancient Hermetic language!
Everyone in Klein is numb, brother, can you be more dedicated?You are believers in the true Creator!Why do you have to recite the honored name of the goddess? Do you really want to attract the goddess?

Not to mention whether the goddess will listen to the prayers of you cult members, even if she does, isn't it a betrayal of the true Creator? !Do you think the true Creator is the 'fool'?Do you think that he will be the same as the 'fool', even if all his 'believers' believe in other gods, he doesn't mind at all?

Klein was still in the numb stage, but a faint voice suddenly sounded beside his ear:

"Mr. A, enemy attack..."

Klein was shocked immediately, and glanced at the figure lying on the ground not far away——

That was the waiter who was slapped by Mr. A just now when he was preparing the ceremony privately, but he flew in the direction where he was, and he was not even killed by the slap. Instead, he found out the moment he got up He who was hiding in the corner.

"Grass!"

Klein silently read the name of a plant in his heart, but his body didn't hesitate at all. First, he raised his hand and shot the half-dead waiter, and then ran towards the exit without hesitation!

Since Mr. A doesn't hold the ceremony, there's no need for him to stop it, let's run away first!
Before the others realized where the enemy was attacking, Klein had already rushed to the gate and used the master key to go straight through the wall next to the gate.The unglamorous sunlight shone on Clay, although the clouds in the sky were dyed a thin yellowish color, and the sun was pale and dim.

And behind him is Mr. A who chased after him in a rage because he thought his plan had been exposed!
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In the East District, people shrouded in smog fell one by one.

Among countless people who fell, the old Kohler who served the famous former detective Sherlock Moriarty was just one of them.He was walking home, holding the paper bag of ham he bought for the New Year, and fell to the ground weakly.

This reminded the old Kohler of what he heard a drunk man say in a bar when he was inquiring about the news before. He said:

"People like us are like stalks in the field. When the wind blows, they will fall down. Even if there is no wind, they may fall down..."

When the wind came, the old Kohler had such a thought.

While holding the paper bag containing the ham tightly, he reached out and fumbled for the pocket of the old jacket, trying to take out the crumpled cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke.What he couldn't understand was why he, who was in good health, would suddenly get sick. It was not like he had never experienced such a dense fog.

What he couldn't understand was that his life had just gotten on the right track and was developing in a good enough direction.
And received the reward paid in advance by Detective Moriarty, bought a piece of ham that I have been thinking about for a long time to welcome the New Year, and I am looking forward to tasting its delicious taste,

Why did it suddenly fall down.

Old Kohler took out the crumpled cigarette, but he could no longer raise his arm, and hit the ground heavily.

He exhausted his last strength and wanted to shout out the words accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words linger on his lips, unable to come out.

He heard his last words.

He heard himself asking:
"why?"
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Liv hung up the last laundry to dry.

She looked at the sky outside, and was a little uncertain about the time because of the thick fog that didn't know when.

"Anyway, it's still early, and our washing work has been completed..." Liv's expression gradually became serious.Finishing work too early is not a good thing, it doesn't mean you can rest, it just means you are underemployed and underpaid.

Liv took a breath, turned around and wiped her hands beside her, and said to her eldest daughter, Freya, who was looking at the vocabulary book in the next room:

"New Year is coming, most of our employers left Backlund and went to other places for vacation, we can't go on like this, we have to find a new job." During such festivals, those rich people will hold a festival For a banquet, their servants may not be enough, maybe they will hire a temporary kitchen cleaning lady..."

Liv walked into the house while talking, but just as she opened the door, she suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.

Cough cough cough!She coughed violently, her face was flushed, and every joint in her body was sore and unbearable.

"Mom, what's the matter with you? Mom, what's the matter with you?"

"No, ahem, I have no problem." Liv's breathing gradually became difficult.

"No, you're sick. I'll take you to the hospital right away." Freya tried her best to help her mother up.

"It's too expensive, too expensive, cough, go, charity hospital, charity hospital, I can wait, no, no big problem." Liv replied panting.

Freya burst into tears, but didn't know what to do in a hurry.

But in the next second her body twitched suddenly, the pain blurred her consciousness, and Liv's cough stopped abruptly.
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In the smog intertwined with iron black and light yellow, a carriage passed by.And that desperate lady with a beautiful face and a slender figure was looking at the tragedy unfolding outside the window with a look of fascination and intoxication.Until she heard the howling wind and the sound of raindrops beating on the glass windows.

"The Church of the Storm responded very quickly this time, and finally the singer of God will not be late!"

Ms. Despair has a sweet smile on her mouth, like a young girl in love, so cute that it is impossible to connect her with the tragedy that killed tens of thousands of people.

The death and despair provided by this operation can not only provide "materials" for the coming ceremony of the real creator and the original witch, but also contribute to the digestion of her potion.The 'smog' this time covers a wide area and can cause at least 10 deaths.This is enough to cover up the 'missing' population, and it can also maximize the despair she brings to others, allowing her potion to be digested.

Hundreds of thousands of deaths are enough for her potion to be completely digested, and she can even start preparing for the promotion ceremony.

"It's time for me to leave and take Triss away."

Ms. Despair was thinking in a good mood, and a charming sweet smile was drawn on the corner of her mouth.But in the next second, her eyes suddenly blurred, and she saw the pea vines hanging from the sky, and saw a figure.

She was wearing a girly yellow cake dress and a black old-fashioned bonnet, surrounded by pea vines that grew out of thin air.

Her chestnut hair falls naturally, her eyebrows are long and straight, and her eyes seem to condense a blue sea.

Her name was Bernadette, Bernadette Gustave.