Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 362 Forge ahead
  Being held by Mr. Azik and floating in the air with one hand, all the scenery around Klein seemed to have a thick oil painting filter added to it, making the woods, sky and the mushroom cloud caused by the distant meteorite fall extremely unreal.

He was admiring the wonders around him and enjoying the experience of traveling through the void when he suddenly felt Azik's hand holding his arm tremble a little, and then the "oil paintings" around him began to rotate, and the colors quickly faded.

Crashed?
  As soon as this weird idea came into Klein's mind, his vision went dark. He fell to the ground on all fours and rolled twice before he hit the wall dizzily and almost turned into a thin sheet. Thin paper figures.

"Mr. Azik?"

He hurriedly climbed up, shouting his teacher's name and looking around.

Here is a stone staircase with a small slope. It is wide enough to pass two carriages. On one side is a bottomless abyss, and on the other side is the towering rock wall where he is sitting. The top extends to a height that he cannot see clearly. , there was no sunshine, no white clouds, only some luminous plants barely illuminated the road, which meandered downwards and gradually merged into the endless darkness.

Did I fall to the ground?

He was keenly aware of the current situation. Perhaps Mr. Azik arrived in a hurry or brought a living person with him, which caused a slight problem with his special "travel" ability, causing them to fall into this huge underground. Among the ruins.

Yes, ruins. This is obviously not a naturally formed cave. The roads are regular and solid, and there are even some corridors and halls deliberately carved out of the rock walls.

"Go up immediately and don't stop!"

A deep voice came from behind him.

Klein looked around and saw Mr. Azik, who had bronze skin and was wearing a long black dress, looking down the road with a serious face. At some point, a half-illusory, half-real bronze double door appeared there and had been pushed open. There was a crack, and countless bloody arms and twisted tentacles emerged from the crack in the door, swinging in the air, as if they were trying to grab something.

Then, the bronze door was further pushed open, and a figure walked out of it. He was wearing a black priest's uniform and a soft hat. His short dark blond hair was meticulously styled. His eyes were deep blue, but one of them had no brilliance.

Ince! Zangwill!
  Recognizing the person at a glance, Klein clenched his teeth suddenly. Even if Angel did not die in the hands of the defecting archbishop, he still had several accounts to settle with this guy!
  The next moment, he turned around suddenly, moved his feet quickly, and ran upward along the road following Mr. Azik's instructions.

He had just been promoted to Sequence 6, and there was no room for him to intervene in the battle between Ince, Sequence 4, and Mr. Azik, who obviously also had high-Sequence strength. Staying here would only hinder him.

As he ran along the winding road past the stone wall and out of sight of the two of them, he saw another figure appear in the air, standing quietly, as if there was an invisible staircase in the air.

The man with a golden mask on his face whispered in ancient Hermetic:
  "Teleportation is prohibited here."

Oh no, Mr. Azik won't be able to escape!
  Klein paused, wondering whether he should turn around and join this battle where Azik was at a numerical disadvantage.

"Don't worry, I have recalled a lot of things during this period," Azik's low but reassuring words came to his ears, "the two of them are no match for me."

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"Go around the edge of the East District and go to the North District."

When approaching the city of Backlund in a carriage, Angel gave instructions to the man driving the car.

"Okay, ma'am."

The driver responded, but his eyes were attracted by several streaks of fire flashing across the sky, and he looked up involuntarily.

"Is that a meteor? No, it's very close. Is it a meteorite?"

Angel also looked up at the flaming meteorites that were burning rapidly in the atmosphere. He watched them fly through the haze over Backlund and fall to the west. The huge impact even blew away the light yellow mist. The ground revealed the blue sky.

There was a trace of worry in her heart for no reason. It was not until after the meteorite flew over her head that there was no vibration or loud noise for a long time that she felt a little relieved.

This means that those meteorites are either very small or fall far away, at least they will not cause too much damage to the urban area of ​​Backlund.

But Sherlock is in the western suburbs. He is going to Prince Edsac's manor today to reject the commission... It can't be such a coincidence, right?
  Angel was already a little nervous about this inexplicable "coincidence". She ordered the driver who was driving leisurely:
  "Please hurry up and get to Golden Oak Street in the North District as soon as possible."

She did not directly report the location of St. Samuel's Church to the member of the Witch Cult, but chose a nearby street to avoid him noticing anything unusual.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but the smog is getting thicker and thicker. If we go any faster, we will hit pedestrians."

The coachman replied pointing to the front of the carriage.

He didn't lie. The haze outside the window was worse than in the morning, and the color changed from white to light yellow. The air was filled with the unique smell of coal ash near factories in the East District, as well as the pungent smell of chemical volatilization.

Seeing the visibility in front of the carriage gradually shortening, Angel could only helplessly sit back on his seat, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

At this moment, a gray fog suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

————   "Great Mr. Fool, I saw Mr. A from the Aurora Society and the 'Ms. Despair' from the Witch Sect in a ruins. They are planning a huge conspiracy! The Witch Sect is preparing to set fire to Backlund. ', creating a disaster to bury the truth of something, and the Aurora Society will use this to complete the advent ceremony of the 'True Creator', which they are about to start now!"

Hiding behind an ancient mottled stone pillar, Klein prayed carefully. His voice was as thin as the chirping of insects, for fear of being discovered by Mr. A and Ms. Despair who were not far away.

He had just left the battle between Mr. Azik and two other high-sequence extraordinary beings. He disguised himself as Ince Zangwill and deceived the guards. He passed through a "portal" that shone with blue light and came to Here, we encountered the scene of two high-ranking cult officials "conspirating loudly".

"Then, let's get started," a soft female voice came from behind the stone pillar, which made Klein couldn't help but peek his head in. "It's safe here and no one will disturb you. You can safely hold the ceremony and let your Lord come to the world. But before that, please send me to the East End, where I will light the first fire.”

"no problem."

After listening to the words of the woman wearing a white robe in front of him, Mr. A, who was wearing a hood and cloak, answered calmly. He opened his hands slightly, and a translucent book appeared between his arms. Countless pages turned by themselves, and finally stopped at on a certain page.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

He chanted and pointed one hand at Lady Despair. The latter's figure became blurred in a sudden blue light, and then disappeared.

The four waiters kneeling next to a stone altar continued to pray as if they had not seen anything. Their voices became louder as they overlapped, echoing in the wide hall.

That blue light is very similar to the "portal" just now. Is this a teleportation ability?
  Klein's mind raced rapidly, and he instantly understood the details of the division of labor and cooperation between the two.

"Ms. Desperation is preparing to 'light the first fire' in the East End, and they will most likely conduct a large-scale sacrificial ceremony!"

After hastily adding something, Klein tiptoed four steps backwards behind the stone pillar and came to the gray mist space. He slightly modified the image of his prayer just now, held it in his hand, and looked at the most familiar star in the void. crimson stars.

He raised and lowered his right hand. After repeating this several times, he finally sighed and passed the "Sherlock Moriarty" prayer to the "Queen" Angel Granger.

He knows what choice the other party will make.

Just like knowing one's own.

Opening his eyes again in reality, Klein heard several muffled hums coming from the other end of the stone pillar, accompanied by Mr. A's somewhat hoarse voice:
  "Give your life for the coming of our Lord!"

Those waiters he sacrificed? Is this the price of the divine descent ceremony? No, it must be more than that. They have made so many preparations. The Witch Sect, the Aurora Society, the military and the royal family, and even Ince Zangwill are all involved...

Thump, thump.

Klein's thoughts were interrupted by heavy sounds, which were the sounds of the waiter who had given his life falling.

Accompanied by all this, there were layered moans, violent coughs and children's cries in his ears.

That doesn't come from the altar and hall here, but... the East End where Ms. Desperation is located!

Klein realized something and looked up at the dome of the hall.

Under his spiritual vision, in the collapsed defect in the center of the dome, illusory and transparent figures carrying negative emotions such as unwillingness, pain, despair, anger, etc., entered the hall one after another and integrated into the ceremony on the altar.

As an expert in mysticism, Klein knows that every figure is a living life that has just died.

This is what Ms. Despair calls "arson", an evil fire that burns lives and sacrifices souls!

And Mr. A sacrificed the lives of four waiters on the altar here to guide the dead souls of the East District to gather together. The purpose is very clear, which is to allow his Lord, the "True Creator" to come.

Two powerful Beyonders, one teleported away and was killing people in the East District, the other was focused on the ritual of summoning the "True Creator". This was the best time to escape. Just take a few steps forward and push open the door. Once you leave this hall, everything has nothing to do with you.

As the primary parish of the three major churches, Backlund has more than one demigod, so it can naturally handle such "little things" easily.

I am just a Sequence 6 Beyonder. Staying here is nothing more than adding an unwilling soul to the evil god’s ritual...

But he knew his choice.

Just like when I told Angel about the situation at the scene, I believed in the other person's choice.

The next second, Klein, who was holding the revolver tightly, showed a bright smile on his face, turned around suddenly, and rushed out from behind the stone pillar.

　Does 3000 words count as extra time...

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)