Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 739 Mythical Creature Form

Deep in the raging sea, there is no real path to reach the interior of the mausoleum.

Azik walked down the steps step by step and came to the center of the tomb, where the pervasive black fog was slowly dissipating, revealing a huge object that was half-illusory and half-real.

It was a feathered serpent with its coiled tail like a mountain and its folded wings like cliffs. Its huge dark green scales exuded the same black color as the mist. Feathers stained with pale yellow oil emerged from the gaps. They were connected to countless black thin tubes pointing in all directions and into the void, leading to an unknown place.

Countless complex symbols continuously emerged and dissipated from its somewhat illusory body, which seemed to represent all kinds of mysterious knowledge and made Azik shudder from the bottom of his heart.

But what surprised him most was the head of the feathered serpent. On that head, which was like a huge rock on the top of a mountain, there was a bronze human face with eye sockets that looked like they were burning flames, a high but soft nose bridge and cheekbones, and a black mole could be seen under the right ear.

It has the face of Azik Eggers!
Just as Azik was staring at it, it was also staring at Azik, the pale flames in its eye sockets gradually rising, making Azik below feel as if an invisible wedge had pierced his head. With a buzzing sound, he shook and lowered his head.

In the pain that tore his soul apart, he recalled a series of unfamiliar memories.

On a dead and silent land, next to a mountain of corpses, a feathered serpent that looked exactly like him was floating, and above it was a black cloud made up of various skulls stacked together.

Pitch-black tentacles stretched out from the inside of the cloud, wrapped around Quetzalcoatl's body, pulled out his spirit, and his body fell to the ground.

In the cloud of skulls, a pair of pale, flaming eyes like candles in the wind looked at the spirit. A polluted feather then fell and split the spirit into two. Half of it was held in the tentacles and entered the cloud, and the other half was combined with a piece of gold ornament to become a half-gold and half-gray spirit, which returned to the inside of the feathered serpent while being burned by the pale flames.

The face of the feathered serpent in his memory gradually overlapped with the one in front of Azik, allowing him to recover the last part of his missing memory.

That was the truth that he had never encountered despite his repeated reincarnations and resurrections from the dead.

That was the reason why he always lost his memory and could only integrate into society with his ignorant human body and assume various different identities:

Half of his soul was torn apart and left his body, becoming the feathered serpent in front of him that looked exactly like him!

"Salinger...father?"

He forced a name out from the back of his throat.

That is Azik's father and the true ruler of Balam, the Hades Emperor of the "Four Emperors' War", the essence of death, the monarch of the dead, and the final destination of all living beings.

"Death" Salinger.

At the end of the Pale Disaster, this god who had surpassed the true gods but became even crazier had a premonition of his own end, but was unwilling to die, so he left behind a backup plan to preserve a glimmer of hope for his resurrection: He split the soul of his child, the "Archon of Death" Azik, half of which was filled with a certain item and sent back into his body, and the other half was combined with the "uniqueness" of this path to become the current artificial god of death. He gradually revived and began to actively influence the High-Sequence Beyonders who failed to be promoted through the "God of Death" path.

Azik, who has lost half of his soul and is filled with foreign matter, has repeatedly entered a new reincarnation through the resurrection ceremony of Sequence 4 "Undead", repeatedly regaining part of his memories, and repeatedly ending his life to prepare for the "next life".

Until he was getting closer and closer to the "truth" and even came here on his own initiative, and his other half of the soul was now ready to combine with it and become the cold and crazy "Archon of Death" again.

At that time, Azik Eggers, who has returned to the peak of his strength and gained "uniqueness", will forget everything he cherishes and turn into the monster with a snake body and a human head during the Pale Disaster, becoming the true god of death who is full of divinity but without any humanity!

He will forget about Klein and Angel behind him!
Feeling that they were always focused on him even though they were hiding behind the sarcophagus with their eyes closed, Azik knelt on the stone steps in pain, resisting the pressure from the feathered serpent and from the bottom of his heart, and roared:

"No!"

He was unwilling to become the powerful and cruel "Consul" mentioned by the "White Saint" Katarina, nor was he willing to become the self sitting on the skull throne deep in his memory, and he was even more unwilling to forget everything he cherished now.

Azik was crawling on all fours like the "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell who had knelt down to him before. His bronze face was covered with sweat, which dripped onto the thousand-year-old stone steps, turning into a spreading yellowish yellow stain and producing fine white hairs.

Contrary to his inner thoughts, the huge feathered serpent above Azik's head longed for the other half of his soul, longed to be whole again, its wings gradually spread out, covering the upper half of the huge mausoleum, and the snake's body slowly approached, the huge but identical human face to Azik's hung above Azik who was kneeling on the stone steps, the pale fiery eyes watched his struggle indifferently.

"Do not……"

Azik roared again, but his momentum was much weaker than before. His head, which was close to the ground, gradually rose up, and dark scales appeared on his neck and the back of his hands. A bulge appeared on his smooth forehead, and a bloody wound was pushed out from the inside. A golden light flashed that should not appear in the Tomb of the God of Death.

That was the item in Azik's memory that repaired his half of his soul, a golden ornament that looked like a flaming bird. The moment the ornament appeared, Azik's eyes turned into the same pale flame as the feathered serpent, and his body stood up from the stone steps, looking into his own face that had been magnified countless times above his head.

There was a flash of struggle and reluctance on his face, but he walked slowly towards the feathered serpent.

……

Listening to Mr. Azik's roars filled with fear, regret and unwillingness, Angel's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, but he did not dare to open them because of the previous instructions.

What on earth had happened to Mr. Azik, who had almost recovered his Sequence 2 strength? He shouted "Salinger", was that his father? Afterwards, there was no sound of fighting, nor any movement from the other side, only a few roars followed by a deathly silence, and a gradually spreading aura of death.

Did the battle end in an instant? Did Mr. Azik win? Or was he in a crisis that he couldn't solve on his own and needed our help?
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Angel reached out to Klein beside him and grabbed his hand wearing the "Creeping Hunger". The latter also held his hand tightly, and the two of them silently sensed each other's body temperature.

He thought so too...Angel felt warm in his heart and made up his mind.

If Azik has the upper hand, then it shouldn't be a problem for them to open their eyes and take a look at the situation on the battlefield. If he's already in crisis, then the intervention of these two people might tip the scales in their favor!

Even though I am only a demigod, I have an effective attack against angels... Angel convinced himself in his heart and whispered to Klein:
"Let me take a look first. Your sequence is not enough."

If there were angel-level forces attacking and defending each other behind the sarcophagus, Klein, who did not even possess divinity and was extremely fragile, would probably fall into complete madness as soon as he opened his eyes, and turn into a pool of shapeless worms and meat on the spot.

And I, can hold on a little longer... Angel took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes. At the same time, he took out his magic mirror from his chest pocket. A flash of black flashed across his eyes and the mirror surface at the same time.

Above her head, the air temperature dropped sharply, and the thick condensation mist formed crystal clear ice mirrors. They reflected each other's faint light, and transmitted the scene behind the sarcophagus and in the center of the tomb chamber through the "mirror channel" to the magic mirror in Angel's hand.

That was a feathered serpent as big as a mountain with a familiar face, that was Azik who was approaching slowly with a staggering step and a struggling expression, and also... the countless flashing symbols and the knowledge they represented inside the feathered serpent's illusory body.

boom--

Angel felt as if her head was hit by a huge hammer. The tissues inside were beaten into a paste and were being stirred by a hot stick. Almost boiling liquid flowed out of her mouth, nose, and ears. All that remained in her mind were the constantly echoing mumblings and screams.

That was her own scream.

Boom! Another muffled sound brought Angel back to her senses. She then realized that she had collapsed to the ground with her back against the sarcophagus. The sound was caused by her head hitting the coffin.

With the help of this pain, the lost sanity finally returned to the brain.

Blinking his eyes that were stained by his own blood, Angel's gaze returned to the magic mirror in his hand with difficulty. He first saw his long light golden hair become thicker and turned into poisonous snakes with single eyes or tongues. Then he saw his purple eyes that had lost their whites and were like pure gems. Finally, he saw the Quetzalcoatl and Azik reflected in the mirror.

While fighting against the pollution of "death", I have entered the incomplete form of a mythical creature on my own... She remembered the knowledge that Azik had told her, and understood her current state. She knew that this state could only last for a moment, and then she would slide into the abyss of being out of control, so she did not hesitate, took out a "petrification" talisman from her bag, poured the spirituality that had become less stable in her body into it, and pressed it directly on the figure of the feathered serpent on the magic mirror.

"Petrified!"

Above her head, pieces of ice mirrors turned gray and white, shooting the same color of light at the feathered serpent with an indifferent expression, waiting for Azik to approach, focusing on the most vulnerable position between its outstretched wings.

A grayish-white color appeared on those dark green and pitch-black scales. In the blink of an eye, it spread from the size of a fingertip to an area that almost occupied one-fifth of the feathered serpent's mountain-like body. Feathers fell like rain, and the light yellow oil stains on them seemed to be replaced by grayish-white. When they fell to the ground, they made a sound like a heavy object falling to the ground.

But in the next moment, the surface turned gray and white, and the almost petrified Quetzalcoatl's body was shrouded in black mist that poured out from the gaps between its scales. They quickly repaired the damaged area, allowing the black to cover the gray again. Except for the fact that the feathers there were a little sparse, there was no injury that could affect the Quetzalcoatl's movement.

It was as if it hadn't felt the attack just now, and continued to stretch its body, bringing its human face closer to Azik, causing Azik to stumble towards it.

In a few more steps, their identical faces would touch each other, and their souls that had been separated for thousands of years would become one.

Even the clone of the "evil god" Suea couldn't withstand the "petrification", but it only caused such a little damage to the feathered serpent... Angel's heart sank, and his purple eyes were stained with a hint of black.

She could barely control her mythical creature form.

(End of this chapter)