Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 365 In The Fog

As everything in sight was covered by ice, Angel's body also froze and shattered, and instantly appeared not far behind Panatia.

She used the only magic mirror and was able to escape the bad luck of freezing to death.

At the moment when she was about to escape from danger, Angel discovered that the mirrors in the surrounding buildings that were large enough for her to use were completely out of control. Only the magic mirror smeared with blood and closely connected to her spirit body could be used as a stand-in.

"High-sequences of the same pathway absolutely suppress low-sequences..."

Laura's previous reminder suddenly rang in her mind, and she realized the meaning of this sentence only then.

As the distance grew, the bloody haze was breathed into her lungs again. The disease spread by this "Desperate Lady" continued to spread into the surrounding air after being briefly suppressed by the ban.

No, that was not a disease she controlled, but the waves of diseases brought about by the iron-black mist that continued to deepen...

Angel understood this instantly: the fog that filled most of the East District and even gradually spread to other areas did not simply come from the desperate lady Panatia, but the large-scale ritual she carried out with the help of the fog and preliminary preparations. Perhaps only Killing or seriously injuring the leader of the ceremony can stop the poisonous fog that has killed countless people from spreading throughout the city.

Until then, it doesn't make any sense for Panatia to "forbid spreading disease."

After thinking about this, Angel quickly switched the soul that was grazing in the "Rose Necklace" and regained the extraordinary ability of the "Desire Apostle".

Take control of your desires!

She will detonate all the desires of the other party in the most violent form, instead of secretly provoking them gradually.

Panatia obviously did not expect Angel to have such a variety of extraordinary abilities. She was caught off guard and aroused all kinds of desires in her heart. Her holy face had a trace of crimson, but she quickly suppressed the strange feeling that came with it. , eyes that had returned to mirrors were staring at Angel in the distance.

Using her mirror-like eyes to reflect the enemy's silhouette, she can directly cast a curse without even the need for flesh, blood or hair!

Angel, who was trying to suppress his cough and prepared to continue the attack, was just surprised that the opponent recovered from the desire to burn his body so quickly. He immediately felt that the blood in his body began to boil and burn, just like Servilia used the curse to call her. , but this burning sensation was a hundred times stronger, and even made her heart stop beating.

"boom--"

The next moment, Angel's body ignited with black cursed flames, burning her into a thin, burning paper figurine.

"Paper mannequin stand-in?"

Upon seeing this, Panatia did not hesitate to use the spider silk to pull herself away from her original position. Two bullets followed closely and grazed her body.

"Cough, cough cough—"

Angel, who appeared behind her, was about to continue raising his gun to aim, but was interrupted by the phlegm pouring out of his throat, and he couldn't help but continue to cough.

The battle lasted only half a minute, and she had been repeatedly infected with various diseases in the haze. The organs that were barely repaired by the "Rose Necklace" were eroded by germs again and again. This time, not only the lungs, but also the tissues throughout the body were infected. It was quickly destroyed in the poisonous mist and was unable to function normally.

Fighting against such an opponent, if you cannot resolve the battle quickly, you are waiting for death!

"Solar Halo!"

Angel, who was a bit unsteady about holding the gun, tried to use the sun brooch from Sherlock to create a halo with purifying power to relieve the abnormality on her body, but she immediately discovered that this sacred power could only purify the innocent souls around her, and had no effect on the body. The disease had no effect at all. Instead, it made her already high-fever body even more scorching, as if it was being roasted in a flame.

The continuous coughing, the increasingly heavy and difficult breathing, and the body temperature that almost exceeded the limit made Angel's feet weak and unsteady, and he slowly fell to his knees.

Next to her lay several East End residents who had also died in the fog of death, looking at her with blank eyes, as if foreshadowing the future that was not far away from her.

"I once met a demigod extraordinary person. Before he died, he complained that witches were as difficult to kill as soothsayers. Now I have some experience." Panadia's soft, dignified voice came in front of her, but The content of her words made her feel even more desperate, "But how long can you survive the disease? One minute? Thirty seconds?"

The witch didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack, but instead slowly approached and observed Angel, with a trace of curiosity in her eyes, like an innocent girl observing a pet at home.

"I thought that you would die in the haze, and I also thought that after the incident subsided, I would return to Backlund and find you in hiding, but I didn't expect that you would come here to die on your own..." She walked closer, with her body on her body. The black mist that disgusted Angel continued to emit, "By the way, the dead intruder in the suburban ruins couldn't be your companion, right?"

"boom--"

What answered her was a bullet that Angel suddenly raised his hand to fire.

The dark blue "Gathering of Storms" directly smashed Panatia's forehead to pieces, but what fell was not flesh and blood, but fragments of the mirror that gradually dispersed. Using her eyes as a mirror again, Ms. Despair, who activated her substitute, appeared in the mist on the right front. , a laughter that did not conceal its maliciousness reached Angel's ears. Several invisible spider threads quickly followed the sound, but were burned into burning lines by the sudden appearance of black flames. Ice spikes formed in the air pierced out one by one, but were controlled by the opponent and smashed back.

Angel dragged his body with high fever and barely avoided the ice spikes. He raised his gun and tried to aim at the hazy figure in the mist, but his eyes that were hard to focus could not capture Panatia's position at all - her eyes had been destroyed by the gradually spreading disease. , even the "flesh and blood control" that has been maintained has no time to repair.

"Why, don't you continue?"

The hateful voice of Ms. Despair came from not far behind.

"I can probably, um, play with you for five minutes, but unfortunately, you probably won't be able to last that long."

Panadia's voice was filled with disappointment, as if she found that a toy she bought at a high price was broken within a few minutes of playing with it.

Her figure slowly walked out of the thick fog, stepping on the spider threads that had not yet been extinguished, holding a sharp, crystal-clear ice gun in her hand, with a playful smile on her face, as if she was about to step forward to end this. A boring game of cat and mouse.

"I'm curious, what's your reason for coming here to die? A 'backup' that can't penetrate the smog at all? What is the so-called 'justice' in your heart? Could it be that someone close to you died in my hands?"

One step after another, light footsteps approached from behind Angel.

It's now!

Angel had already stopped repairing her body with the "Rose Necklace" and was accumulating the last bit of spirituality. At this moment, all the places around her that could be used for "flame jumping" appeared in her mind, and several of the dim flames were being stamped out one by one by Ms. Despair. .

boom--

A ball of black flames suddenly shot up next to Panatia's feet, and Angel's figure emerged in it. The "Good Luck" pistol was pressed against the chest of the desperate lady who looked surprised, and the hammer was broken open first. As the trigger was pulled, it struck the Gathering Storm primer.

With a loud noise, the gun bullet, which was increased to sixteen times in power, took Angel's last spirituality and penetrated Panatia's white robe like a giant hammer, penetrating her not-so-fragile body.

And, it penetrated another "Lady of Despair" that appeared not far to the right front and reappeared under the effect of the magic mirror stand-in.

……

"You surprise me, Eileen Watson, well, that's not your real name."

Panatia touched her chest, which had been shot twice by bullets just now, leaving this Sequence 4 Beyonder with lingering fears.

Not far away, a black wooden stick that was broken into two pieces by a bullet fell to the ground. Together with a group of mirror fragments closer to Angel, they were gradually covered by the thick haze.

"I will learn my lesson next time and make the positions after the substitutions more irregular."

She slowly approached the "Happy Witch" who had collapsed on the ground, and watched as black paint-like patterns gradually appeared on Angel's exposed skin, which had exhausted his spiritual energy. She didn't know whether it was regret or happiness and sighed.

"You are stronger than most of the Sequence 5s I have seen, but unfortunately, the gap between the two Sequences makes it impossible to make up for the gap between you and me through tactics."

After lightly kicking Angel's arm, and seeing no reaction from her, Panatia felt relieved and formed an ice spear in her hand that was not too long but had an extremely sharp tip, and pointed it at the opponent's chest.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt if you give it a gentle blow," she said to herself with a smile on her face, "Besides, dying here can also leave you with a good reputation, such as... making Backlund The culprit of the great smog?”

She sneered, raised her arm, and then stabbed it down.

But the next moment, her eyes blurred. The ice gun in her hand had disappeared without a trace. It was as if what she was holding was air, and the stabbing movement was like child's play.

Panadia instinctively looked into the air. In the mid-air filled with iron-black haze, a figure in a hooded robe quietly emerged. The cloak fluttered in the wind, outlining the soft female curves inside.

Under the hood, there is a beautiful face. Under the black hair, the black eyes are dull and lifeless, reflecting the horrified expression of the desperate lady.

　They are all lying to you, how could anyone add more updates?

　　

　

(End of this chapter)