Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 367 Choice

Without the help of auxiliary materials, no corresponding promotion ceremony, coupled with spiritual exhaustion, I was on the verge of losing control...

It's a miracle that this kind of promotion can be successful!

But Angel knew that this "miracle" would not last long. Her arms were still covered with black lines like oil paint, and the remaining spirituality in her body was running around uncontrollably. Maybe in the next second, her fragile spirit and body would be destroyed. They will collapse, die directly, or become a madman who only knows how to kill.

But before that, she had been able to control the diseases spread by the "Desperate Lady" around her.

Not only around her body, under the strange amplification effect of the sapphire ring, she could almost sense the smog in the entire East District, as well as the deadly bacteria and viruses mixed in it. They continued to spread around three cardinal points, with herself in the center. , or rather the position where Ms. Despair was just now.

That’s why this lady said that wearing a ring and taking extraordinary properties can stop this smog?

Not knowing how long his situation could last, Angel stopped thinking about it and quickly became familiar with the extraordinary ability of the "Pain" Witch.

She immediately discovered that it was impossible to eliminate the deadly smog that had spread throughout the East End and Docklands, and even crossed the Tussock River toward the South End. "Lady Despair" Panatia only used large-scale rituals and her own extraordinary abilities to mix disease-causing pathogens into the mist, rather than creating a large-scale haze out of thin air.

Therefore, even if the culprit of the deadly disease has disappeared without a trace, the out-of-control poisonous mist will not dissipate on its own, but will continue to infect everyone who comes into contact with it and inhales it into the body, until the mist slowly dilutes as it spreads. Germs gradually die in the sun.

Before that, I don’t know how many more victims there will be…

Fortunately, it cannot be "delete", but it can be "replaced".

Relying on the "painful" Extraordinary instinct, Angel immediately found an alternative. She replaced the original germs in the poisonous mist with new germs generated by her extraordinary ability, turning these pathogens that could have been easily fatal into ones that could only kill people. Common germs that cause itchy skin and constant coughing.

This kind of behavior, which probably requires demigods to go through pre-prepared rituals, becomes easy with the help of the sapphire ring.

This ring is probably a magical item with a high level... If according to the church's classification method, it is at least a level 1 sealed item, maybe even level 0... But it can make the wearer become as trance-like as Triss. Even if you do something you don't even know you are doing, wearing it may be very dangerous...

Thinking of this, Angel quickly took off the sapphire ring on his finger after the surrounding haze turned from iron-black to a less deadly light yellow.

At the same time, the power that supported her to complete the action of "replacing" the germs in the haze also left her body as the ring left her body.

She was still kneeling on the street strewn with corpses, with black paint-like patterns all over her body. Her long hair turned black again and became thicker at the roots. Eyes sprouted from the tips like poisonous snakes. She opened her mouth as if she owned it. Life is dancing.

Even if she didn't swallow the extraordinary characteristics, she was already on the verge of losing control despite being seriously injured. What's more, in this case, she directly swallowed the characteristics to "promote"...

There was no auxiliary material, no promotion ceremony. If it weren't for the power of the sapphire ring, if it weren't for this mysterious and powerful woman standing beside her, using a special method to maintain her consciousness, she might have turned into a crawling monster.

But even so, she also knew that there was only one ending waiting for her.

Looking at the hooded woman with clear eyes again, Angel said softly:

"Finally, let me die like a human being."

Three months ago, in the underground of the Blackthorn Security Company, Dunn had similarly begged Sesima, the "Sword of the Goddess," and then personally killed the out-of-control Old Neil, allowing him to maintain his last vestige of dignity.

There seemed to be a hint of inexplicable emotion in the eyes of the hooded woman. She nodded slowly and stretched out her fair and weak right hand, pointing at Angel's chest.

The next moment, Angel closed his eyes.

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"boom--"

Klein closed his eyes in the violent flash of light.

The power of the curse contained in the "Master Key" far exceeded his imagination. The sudden violent explosion not only "contaminated" countless innocent souls in the altar, but also easily tore apart the light curtain protecting the altar, interrupting the rapid absorption of innocent souls. The ceremony also caused a huge impact, sweeping through the entire altar and the entire hall, causing the huge stone pillars that had become fragile in the long history to collapse and raise pieces of dust.

Two blurry figures were crumbling in the violent wind and waves. One of them gathered a thick cloak of flesh and blood to resist the explosion and debris, but was directly knocked down by the falling stone pillar. The other person was blown to the corner by the hurricane as if he had no weight, and smashed against the stone wall, turning into a broken paper man.

The real Klein appeared behind the broken stone pillar, curling up to avoid the strong wind generated by the explosion of the altar.

Without further confirmation, he was sure that the divine descending ceremony hosted by Mr. A was completely finished.

In the spiritual vision, there are no more innocent souls pouring into the broken dome above. Those victims who have nowhere to go are now floating over the ruins, almost forming a dark cloud that cuts off the sunlight.

Through the blasted stone door, he could see the East District of Backlund further away. The floating ghosts of the victims no longer increased in number, and the ominous thick iron-black fog gradually returned to a light yellow background. It was the "normal" haze that he was used to, with the pungent smell of chemicals, but not fatal.

Angel...she successfully stopped the "Desperate Lady"?

Before Klein could think about it, Mr. A dug out the rubble from a collapsed stone pillar not far behind him. He lost his left arm in the explosion, and half of his handsome, female-like face was also missing, exposing the lower jaw. The only remaining eye was full of hatred, looking this way.

His flesh and blood squirmed to fill the wounds. Although the lost arm could not be regenerated immediately, several wounds no longer bled.

This terrifying recovery ability...

As soon as Klein glanced at Mr. A, he immediately judged the situation, no longer hesitated, and ran out of the hall.

The Aurora Society's divine descending ceremony has been destroyed and the most important goal has been achieved. If he stays, will Mr. A calmly invite him to dinner?

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Far away in the Red Rose Manor on the other side of Backlund, Prince Edsac Augustus stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the tanning house, looking at the urban area in the distance with his dull eyes.

The dust stirred up by the meteorite that just fell near the manor has not yet dispersed. Triss's "goodbye" before leaving still echoes in his ears, but his life has come to an end. “Your Highness, please hurry up.”

Finkel, the old butler behind him, urged impatiently.

Everything was moving too fast. The sudden meteorite, the missing witch, and the ominous black mist above the city all made this "Punishing Knight" who was sent by the royal family to "protect" His Highness the Prince a little worried.

He could only follow the order that had been issued long ago, use bullets that can annihilate spirituality to make His Royal Highness commit suicide, and then quickly leave Backlund and flee to overseas colonies to avoid being discovered by subsequent investigations.

"Your Highness, let's do it!"

Seeing that Edsac was holding the revolver and still making no move, he used his extraordinary ability and urged further.

The prince, who was stunned by the witch, turned back and looked at him indifferently. Finally, he raised his hand, opened the hammer, and put the long barrel of the gun against his chin with his backhand.

"Crack-"

The expected gunshot did not come, the hammer hit the primer and made a crisp sound.

Misfiring?

Finkel was stunned. These were precious ammunition worth a hundred pounds each.

"Crack, click, click."

One after another, Edsac quickly pulled the trigger until every bullet was struck by the hammer, but all of them were duds?

A drop of cold sweat broke out on the forehead of this Sequence 5 Beyonder, and he subconsciously took two steps back, away from Edsac, who put down his pistol and smiled strangely.

The prince's stiff riding uniform and trousers squirmed and turned into a thick black windbreaker. The short black hairline moved back, and his gray eyes became deep.

"Do you want to do it?"

He spoke with a joking tone, winked his left eye, and the tanning room instantly turned dark.

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West End, Baron Langdon House.

Parked at the back door of the large courtyard was a four-wheeled carriage with its badges removed. Two servants were busy loading boxes one by one into the carriage. The coachman urged anxiously, standing on the carriage from time to time, looking around, as if Be wary of something.

"I didn't expect that returning to my own home would be like being a thief..."

Servilia Langdon, who had changed into a light dress again, was looking out the window in the car, carefully counting the number of boxes put on the car, and muttering in a low voice.

"Fortunately, I was prepared a long time ago and replaced most of the oil paintings and antiques with easy-to-carry jewelry and gold. Hmm, I knew that guy wouldn't care about my status in Backlund, which I have been operating for many years..."

She moved her lips almost silently to complain about the last half of the sentence, as if she was afraid that "that guy" would hear it.

Seeing the two servants panting and loading the last heavy box onto the carriage, she looked around, dismissed the other servants, took out a letter and said to the maid who did not get on the carriage:

"If the police, no, anyone comes to me, give him this letter."

Then, she urged the driver to drive out of her backyard and along a busy street toward the suburbs.

Standing next to the open car door, looking at the Langdon house gradually going away, Servilia's face inevitably showed a trace of loneliness.

That is manors and villas worth more than 1 pounds, as well as several Backlund properties belonging to "Baroness Langdon", large tracts of land in East Chester County and shares in a part of the factory, and even recently followed the environmental protection policy Investing in anthracite coal companies.

Compared with the gold and jewelry on the carriage, those are the foundation for her to gain a foothold in the upper echelons of Backlund.

At this time, she could only escape Backlund with less than one-tenth of the value of her property, and she couldn't even take away the maid!

Sighing heavily and closing the car door under the concerned look that the coachman couldn't help but cast, Servilia sat back in her seat, closed her eyes slightly, and thought about her next action.

Triss is missing. Prince Edsac should be silenced by the royal family to cover up everything. The smog in the East District covers the sky. The real "silencing" must have begun. As for whether Mr. A can successfully summon the "True Creator", only He cares about himself.

Even if the official Beyonders start taking action, the first target will definitely be the ruins in the eastern suburbs and the highly toxic smog in the Eastern District. When they react, they will start arresting members of the Aurora Society and the Witch Sect in the city, at least the next day. Something happened.

Based on this, it was very reasonable for me to risk returning to the manor to pick up the necessary belongings before escaping from the Kingdom of Loen and going to Intis... And indeed, no one stopped me from doing so, even the patrol police on the street gathered there. Order has been maintained on the east side of the West District.

"Everything went very well and it was time for me to exit."

Her tone was a little sad, a little relieved.

Then, the corners of the pleasure witch's tight lips suddenly turned up slightly.

"Besides, this is also the choice of the times..."

She added silently in her heart.

(End of this chapter)