Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Chapter 205 Failed Protection

"You guys squat down and rest for a while. It will be over soon."

Inside the guardrail on the top floor, Hermione pushed down Graf and Angelica, who were leaning against each other, leaving a means of isolation.

Without looking at Jose who was inside the altar, he took a step away from the separated area and came to the edge of the new area.

The middle-aged man with white hair frowned and observed her sudden appearance, and the three people following him also dispersed and backed away.

The restrained majesty pressed through his eyes, warning the visitor not to come any closer.

"Are you that Earl Russell?"

A gentle and quiet voice sounded, and the people who heard it unconsciously removed some of their vigilance, as if the other party was trustworthy.

Russell, who was still wearing the red ribbon military uniform, twisted his palms to wake up the three men under him and maintained his proper movements.

"Who are you anyway? Tillings' helper?"

Earl Russell asked back, were you here to intercept him?It's more appropriate to go inside and resolve the battle as quickly as possible, but it's not appropriate to attack him.

"Are you just going to keep watching like this? The residents inside are about to meet their end."

Count Russell, who was ready to fight, did not wait for the scene he expected. The person on the opposite side looked towards the Yildi River area, which seemed to be covered in deep darkness, and the stars corresponding to it were very bright.

"This is a necessary sacrifice. Only by removing the unstable factors can we make this place peaceful and stable. There is nothing I can do."

Russell, who was in a complicated mood, still acted according to his best arrangement. He didn't want to break this scene. Maybe he could go to the church to solve it when he came back.

It just so happens that we can take the opportunity to clear out the Tillings family entrenched here. With this group of people here, they can call on these natives to resist at any time. This is absolutely unacceptable.

"Then I'll have to save everyone, you're welcome." Hermione said to herself, taking out an ice mirror, and burning black flames burst out.

Tyne, who was under the altar, avoided the starlight wrapped around Lesa and raised his bare right hand covered with scales, with layers of oily and incomplete feathers sandwiched between the gaps.

The younger generations of the family should have all run away, and it's time for me to leave here.

The bone ring has been brought to the middle finger of his right hand, so that he can barely exert a little power to resist the pressure from above.

He had no desire to look directly at the restrained starlight hidden behind the broken night sky. It was estimated that only the Orthodox Church could handle this.

"You didn't stand a chance, Tyne. You shouldn't have let those kids come too."

Lesa pulled out a chain of stars from the starlight surrounding Jose and threw it towards Tyne. As if it had self-awareness after leaving her hands, it turned into a large circular net and shrank around Tyne.

Tyne inside raised the ring to resist the tightening chains, but there was no way to prevent the space including himself from being dragged back to the altar.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer, he knew that it was time to finish inside. Now he could only make an exception and pray for the help of his ancestors.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's methods were so unreasonable that even the magical items given by His Majesty the God of Death could not defeat him.

The giant dragon in the distance was suppressed by the giant, the vines on the skull were covered with burning thorns, and the alien species glowing green were fighting each other.

It seems that there is no helper and he can't care about the problem of losing control. Tyne holds his right hand with his left hand, feathers rise and fall, and the huge shadow of the undead solidifies and blessings his body.

Mrs. Lesa once again folded her hands and prayed toward the altar. The scene here changed again. There was endless void darkness under her feet, and the only light in front of her.It has no end or beginning, it is always there.

The closest you can see is Jose, who is suffering inside, and Lesa, who is standing infinitely far outside.

'I wonder if the ancestors can come here, or that the guest is strong enough. 'Tyne didn't expect that the other party's preparations were so unexpected. Is this a true god?
"It seems that you have finally accepted the reality, and there is no need to be discouraged. If you had a very good chance of winning in the past, but now it is now. After some time, those so-called righteous gods will also tremble in front of our Lord."

There was a crisp cracking sound followed by a shake, the light on Jose's body was interrupted and quickly disappeared, and an angry roar came from the void, shocking Tain who seemed to be aware of it.

Lesa also panicked and stepped forward to hug Jose, who was about to fall into coma. The stars in the night sky above were a little sparse, and the house under his feet had turned into ruins, or more appropriately, gravel burning with black flames.

The existence of the remaining altar allowed her to control the remaining power to resist.Unable to touch them, these flames could burn her soul.

The same goes for the auxiliary areas, which will either disappear entirely or turn into the gritty dye of black flames.

Tyne, who was out of control, quickly left here. He was in a bad state now and could no longer delay it.

Mrs. Lesa, who had obviously not recovered, glanced at the damaged area around her, her eyes widened, and the veins in her hands holding Jose were bulging, trying to find the fanatical believers who originally existed there.

Who did it?Is it Russell?Did he still contact those false gods?

"It's still a bit reluctant. I have to force myself to use my strength before my recovery is good. I have to be more careful next time."

Hermione eliminated the flame in her hand, her floating hair fell back, the lines on her face disappeared, and the black veil fell back to its original state.

Russell turned his eyes sideways and controlled the three men to avoid looking directly at the person in front of him, praying silently in his heart to seek shelter.

The other person's moment just now made her understand why she came to find her first, and everything was under her control.

"I heard that your wife is inside, why don't you go and take a look?"

"What are you trying to do?"

Before he could finish speaking, Hermione had disappeared into the night.

The scrupulous Russell had no choice but to follow. The places that had been specially cared for by the fanatical believers had been destroyed. The collapsed flesh and blood buried under the gravel were burned by the black flames and quickly rotted and melted.

Here in the core area, he saw his wife in the middle of the black flames. She looked a little embarrassed, her dress was much torn, and she was holding the unconscious Jose in her arms.

The thing she least wanted to see happened happened. She should not be allowed to come to this continent, so maybe nothing would happen.

"Did you sabotage it? Russell. I worked so hard to help you exterminate the rats in Tillings. Why did you come to sabotage it if you didn't just take action?"

Hermione, who was standing next to her, showed up, giving the two of them no chance to continue talking or create some conflicts.

"Who is the being that you believe in? Can you tell me about it? It's the first time I've seen him learn all the ways to drive the undead in the spiritual world."

Several of the violent undead belonging to Tyne have been taken away by him. The remaining few lost their targets and began to go crazy. They wanted to absorb the souls of ordinary people in residential areas without distinguishing between friend and foe.Hermione smashed them all into pieces and threw them back.

The remaining dark red runes on the altar were burned out. The moment Mrs. Lesa saw Hermione, she took Jose and left here with the help of the remaining power.

If he didn't leave, there would be no chance. His pupils that had turned into four-pointed stars were full of resentment, and he took note of the people present before disappearing.

(End of this chapter)