Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 761 Avengers

Being stared at with such contempt, even with the "witch" shell between them, Angel felt his blood boiling.

As expected of the strongest "Hunter", even if most of her characteristics were lost, she could still provoke with just a look... She moved her body, dodged a flaming spear that was tracking her, and distanced herself again.

Below, the flames covering the buildings were growing more and more intense. If this was not an empty warehouse area at night, it would have caused many casualties.

But even so, the thunder and monster-like roars in the distance made Angel anxious. There was no doubt that Ince Zangwill had entered an incomplete form of a mythical creature and was risking losing control in order to fight for his last chance of survival.

The biggest question is whether Klein and Leonard, who has arrived, can deal with Ins who is on the verge of losing control.

This "Red Angel" evil spirit must be dealt with as soon as possible... Although he is only a Sequence 5 "Reaper", his coordination status is not even easier to deal with than the "Iron Knight" Syrio Soran...

Various thoughts kept flashing through Angel's mind, but she didn't know how to solve the problem in front of her. She did think about ignoring the evil spirit in front of her and going directly to Klein's side, but this would risk taking the "Red Angel" and the "0-08" in his hand back there, and voluntarily handing over the "Iron Knight" feature...

This was simply offering up the only chance of survival. After the "Red Angel" returned to the high sequence, the first thing it would do was probably to continue snatching the "Harvester Legion" formed by the "War Bishop" characteristic...

Thinking of this, Angel took the initiative to emit the cold air of a "witch". Streams of white mist rushed downwards, extinguishing the flames and turning the molten gravel into crystal clear glass. At the same time, the rising water mist made the entire sky hazy, hiding her figure.

"Foolish and childish behavior..."

The deep scar on the left side of the evil spirit's face that was so deep that the bone could be seen opened like a lip and uttered a few words.

"Shut up, she's hard to deal with, why don't we leave first and make plans later."

The scar on the other side also spoke.

The evil spirit's normal mouth on his young and handsome face was tightly pursed. He did not reply, but raised the feather pen, which had been held in his hand and was becoming increasingly dull in color, and waved it in the air.

Fine flames appeared out of nowhere, forming words:
"Medici decided to stop the meaningless battle and leave here. Due to some unknown reasons, the nearby spirit world was slightly disturbed, which caused the 'spiritual world shuttle' to have an even more unpredictable path, and the 'mirror passage' was blocked in place."

The flame characters disappeared, and the gloss on the surface of the feather pen completely dimmed. There seemed to be some subtle changes in the surroundings. Only the evil spirit, who was a creature from the spiritual world, could sense it and a smile appeared on his face.

Looking at the gradually rising water vapor below, he did not delay any longer. He turned around and stepped into the spiritual world, ready to leave the city.

However, as the color blocks around him continued to overlap, what appeared in front of the "Red Angel" was not the "slightly turbulent" spiritual world, but a huge castle that almost covered his entire field of vision. This castle, which was completely black with towering pointed roofs, floated in the air like a floating city, with circles of ripples rippling around it, causing a storm in the spiritual world that was not strong but obvious.

On the top of the castle stood a translucent woman wearing a complicated black dress, with a neatly cut neck and two heads in each hand. These heads kept looking around like vigilant guards, driving away any spiritual creatures that dared to approach here.

As the "Red Angel" entered the spiritual world, the four heads turned towards this side on their own, and four pairs of scarlet eyes stared at him closely.

excuse me……

Without any hesitation, the evil spirit exited the spirit world and returned to its original place.

At this moment, he began to doubt whether he was also affected by the "doomsday" spell, causing unfavorable situations to occur one after another.

It couldn't be that paranoid who did it, he wouldn't be able to decide the outcome with the big snake so quickly... The evil spirit subconsciously looked at the ground around him and found that the flames had been extinguished by the witch's icy breath, and the water vapor gradually dissipated.

But the next second, he dodged the slender arm that suddenly appeared behind him, as well as an iron-black talisman held between its fingers.

boom--

The red and black flames collided with each other, and the black and red figures touched and separated, each stopping in the air.

Angel's face revealed undisguised disappointment. His hand was already filled with spirituality, but the talisman that had not touched the opponent was emitting an aura of destruction. He only needed to recite the activation spell to turn the evil spirit of the "Red Angel" in front of him back to dust.

But the "Red Angel" who was suddenly attacked by her did not fight back, but stared at the talisman in her hand, as if it was something more important than the battle itself.

The real lips that did not respond when the two scars on the left and right opened their mouths just now opened, and said with a tone of disbelief:
"This is... 'City of Disaster'. Have you been to Binxi?"

What... As soon as a question popped up in Angel's mind, he instantly understood what the other party meant.

Because her "disaster" spell was made by engraving the mysterious runes found in Bansy Harbor and adding her own blood.

The descendants of Medici lived in Binsi, which is now Bansi, and there appeared a curse that separated people's heads and bodies, and could extract the power of "disaster". Could it be that the "Red Angel" evil spirit in front of him had also seen the power of "disaster"...

And if he called it a city called "City of Disaster", then perhaps it means that the city I saw after my "death" was the source of power?
Angel instantly connected several clues and came to a possible conclusion.

But she didn't have time to think about it. The most urgent task was to deal with the evil spirit in front of her, rather than to find the source of power.

Moreover, the lightning that had been flashing in the distance had ceased to appear, and there was silence in the direction of the Resurrection Square. Even Ince Zangwill's howl had not been heard for some time.

"It seems that you are in a hurry to find your boyfriend, and there is no reason for us to fight to the death," the evil spirit of the "Red Angel" in a red robe suddenly said, "How about this, I will leave now, and you can retain a certain amount of strength to help him. Of course, I will not try to take away the characteristics of the 'Iron Knight', and the 'Red Priest' card will continue to be kept by me, how about it?"

It sounds like an ordinary truce agreement. For me, it can save the most precious time... Angel's heart moved, but his expression remained unchanged, and he nodded slightly.

Seeing this, the evil spirit chuckled and reached directly into his chest, as if he was preparing to take out the "blasphemy card" and turn back into an ordinary evil spirit that is harmless to humans and animals.

But the next moment, he pulled out his arm suddenly, and a ball of purple flame condensed at his fingertips, like a bright line that penetrated everything and lit up the night sky between the two of them.

With a soft "puff" sound, the body of the "witch" was pierced by the purple flame and instantly disappeared in the flame. A palm-sized card, a white feather, a crimson Beyonder characteristic, and the talisman she was holding in her hand lost their support and fell like flowers from heaven.

The corners of the Red Angel's mouth curled upwards, and the scars on both sides were squeezed to shrink a little. He floated downwards, grabbing the "Iron Knight" attribute with one hand and reaching for the "Disaster" spell with the other, but ignored the important "Witch" card. Pulled by some force, the crimson Beyonder attribute automatically fell into his right hand holding the feather pen, but the next second, the evil spirit who succeeded in the sneak attack changed his face and threw away the Demigod attribute he urgently needed.

The object fell in a parabola in the air and turned into a small dressing mirror before it touched the ground.

The same was true for other objects, but some were lenses made of frost, and some were irregular mirror fragments. Apart from the reflected lights of various colors, there was no "trophy" at all in the air.

At the same time, a clear voice came to the Red Angel's ears, quickly reading in ancient Hermetic language:
"captivity!"

The majestic power of "order" surged out from below, and the air around the evil spirit became sticky, as if it were real, forming an invisible prison that trapped it tightly. He played the "Red Priest" card without hesitation, and his body turned into a translucent armored evil spirit again, but he still couldn't leave the small area around him.

Looking at the evil spirit in the mirror trying to float away, trying to enter the spirit world, and even trying to contain the card of blasphemy again, Angel chuckled, picked up the "disaster" talisman, and pressed it towards the figure.

Mirror fragments flew in the air, and on the countless mirrors on the ground that were originally burned by the liquid flames of the evil spirits and cooled into glass in the cold air, there appeared a "Red Angel" wearing blood-stained armor and with red hair fluttering in the wind, reflecting his appearance from different angles.

The scars on both sides of his face barely had time to open, and before he could utter any words, he picked up the "Red Priest" card with his left hand and covered his chest with it, and was then enveloped by the destructive force coming from all directions.

The power of the "City of Disaster" crushed the spirit of the "Red Angel", and crushed him, who had once again transformed into a red robe and crown, along with the power of "Imprisonment", turning him into specks of deep red light, which exploded like fireworks, embellishing the starless night sky with brilliant colors.

A charred card and a dull feather pen fell onto the street where the flames had long been extinguished, and were picked up by a figure in a white robe who had been standing there for some unknown period of time.

His light blond beard covered the lower half of his face, his short hair of the same color was neatly trimmed, and on his chest hung a silver cross. His eyes were clear, his expression was warm, and his movements were slow and focused, as if he was performing some kind of ritual.

Looking at Angel walking out of the hidden building, he threw out the "Red Priest" card with one hand, stuffed the feather pen into his robe with the other hand, and said with a smile:

"After realizing that 'Disaster' was only effective against a single target, Soren Einhorn Medici used the spirit of the Blasphemy card to block the fatal blow and entered the spirit world to escape the city. In a hurry, he left behind the 'Pen of Aleshod' and the 'Red Priest' cards, which makes sense."

"So, this is the purpose of your 'arrangement' of everything, in order to exhaust the power of '0-08' and obtain this seal?"

Angel took a deep breath and asked back.

She only hoped that the "dreamy angel" in front of her would answer "yes", then turn around and leave without saying any "unnecessary" words.

"Yes, the process was a bit tortuous, but the ending is still happy, isn't it?" Adam looked towards the Resurrection Square, his tone a little erratic, and his figure gradually faded. "Go to him, that is your real 'battlefield'."

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boom!
"This shot was from Leonard."

boom!
"This shot was from Ms. Daly."

Klein's eyes were lifeless, and he held the "Death Knell" in his hand, constantly changing his position by jumping with flames. Bullets with golden light were fired one after another, shooting at Ince Zangwill, whose eight wolf claws were almost turned into charcoal by the lightning, and whose head was also cracked with a deep wound, leaving wounds burning with holy flames on his body, bringing his final counterattack and struggle to an abrupt end.

"Bullshit, they are all alive!"

The former archbishop, who looked like a legendary demon wolf but was covered with feathers representing the "Quetzalcoatl", looked like a deformed monster. He staggered to the ground, and only dirty words kept pouring out of his mouth.

Klein obviously didn't expect the other party to dare to talk back. He tilted his head, unbent the hammer and fired another shot, directly hitting Ins's lips full of sharp teeth, which looked like a wolf's mouth, and the teeth with floating terrifying faces flew everywhere.

"This shot belongs to Old Neil."

"This shot belongs to the captain."

Bang, bang. During the continuous shooting, Klein kept approaching Ince Zangwill, whose incomplete mythical creature form was almost collapsed. He stared at him closely, but was not affected by the mysterious and strange patterns and symbols exposed.

This filled Ins's painful and panicked eyes with a hint of confusion.

Revealing the form of a mythical creature and causing the Avenger in front of him, who had not yet been promoted to a high-sequence, to lose control was originally his last resort.

boom!
"This shot is from Angel."

Another bullet hit Ins's head. The huge impact almost broke his neck, but a crazy laugh came out from the depths of his throat:

"Haha, Angel Granger, right?" As Angel's full name was read out, Klein's Deathstroke hesitated a little. "Don't you know that she is Cole Granger, the one responsible for countless murders?"

"boom!"

"This shot is to make you shut up."

After firing the last bullet in the magazine, Klein looked at Ince Zangwill, whose head exploded like a watermelon, and added softly.

Then he pulled a tarot card from his pocket and threw it on Ince Zangwill's body. It was a reversed "Star" card, which represented "things going against one's wishes."

"Tonight, everything went smoothly."

He muttered, looking towards a corner of the square.

Standing there was a blond priest who had appeared out of nowhere and had not made any sound, like a diligent "audience".

and the pale Angel Granger.

(End of this chapter)