Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 970 Good Afternoon, Mr. Fool (End of this Volume)
"Guess what?"

"Angel", whose eyes were completely occupied by purple pupils and whose long hair swarmed around him like a group of snakes, replied with a smile. The charm he exuded instantly made the petrified clay dolls turn around, and even the "War Angel" Medici was stunned for a moment.

However, he had anticipated the charm of the high-ranking witch, which could not be judged by common sense. He immediately woke up, disintegrated into countless fire crows, and flew downwards, avoiding the gray-white power that spread from the void and could petrify everything and make the stone harder.

But meteorites had already formed in the air, dragging long flame tails that grew longer and longer over Angel's hair, forming a blazing flame that covered the entire ruins, and fell down.

At this moment, Medici, who had experienced countless wars and even participated in the war between gods, even felt that he was powerless to stop this doomsday.

But He is also a proud "Red Angel" and, as a Sequence 1, He will not be frightened by such a small scene.

He stretched up his right hand wearing a black iron glove, clasped his five fingers together, and most of the falling meteorites changed their directions on their own, shattered into pieces that could not cause any harm when they collided with each other. A small part escaped and fell on the surface of the mausoleum below, and was shared by the power of "gathering the crowd", causing the internal buildings to tremble constantly, but they did not suffer enough damage.

The "fog of war" spreading across the canyon also fought against the velvet curtain formed by the black flames. Storms, lightning, and flames continued to surge inside, using the power of war to fight against the arrival of the natural disaster.

Inside, a large number of clay puppets kept coming out from the cliffs on both sides, and rushed into the black flames one after another. They were either reduced to ashes or turned back into stone, barely stopping the "Man in the Mirror" who had already transformed into doomsday.

At the edge of the battlefield, a furtive figure was carefully avoiding the sight that could turn a person into stone in an instant. Enduring the surging desire to turn around and join the battlefield, he quietly moved towards the mausoleum below.

That was Triss, who still had the sapphire ring on her finger, using the status of this "0" level seal to barely withstand the aftermath of the battle between the two archangels above.

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In the deep mirror world, Angel stood on the deserted streets of the "City of Disaster", feeling the passionate fighting will of the "man in the mirror".

She must have been holding back here for a long time, because only by advancing to Sequence 2 can she leave here safely, and "Yesterday Reappearance" gave her, no, Him this chance... In the lonely city, such a thought suddenly emerged in Angel's mind.

“Although I don’t know why ‘Yesterday Reappearance’ can turn the person in the mirror who has the same origin as me into the ‘Doomsday’ witch of Sequence 1, this should be related to the memory that she still retains but I have lost... I can ask again after I am promoted to Sequence 2, but the most important thing now is to solve the problem of the ‘Red Angel’ so that those mausoleums can be destroyed…”

Angel muttered to herself, looking around, and immediately discovered that in this mirror city formed by the "City of Disaster", there was almost no way to connect with the outside world, and she did not dare to disturb the person in the mirror who was fighting the "Red Angel".

Oh, I also have a temporary believer who has chanted the name of the "Golden Queen"... Her eyes lit up, and she quickly caught sight of the almost invisible light of Triss, who had chanted her name just a minute ago and obtained the power of the gift provided by the "Man in the Mirror". Her spirituality spread, and the scene inside the "Relic No. 1" appeared in front of her again.

At this time, the narrow but deep canyon was filled with various purple and black flames and thick smoke. Lightning and storms continued to leak out from the fog of war, and then it turned gray and dilapidated, forming strangely shaped stones.

Triss was in "invisibility" at the moment. She swung down the steep stone wall with the help of lightness and spider silk, getting closer and closer to the mausoleum that she had pried open with a "disaster" spell. However, the fog of war that was gradually spreading here was getting closer and closer, and the burning touch almost ignited her.

But some strange power was wrapped around her, making her invisible even to the two archangels above. George III below naturally ignored her approach.

Seeing that the fog blocked the way and it was difficult to move forward, Triss stopped at the edge of the cliff and looked down at the mausoleum that was clearly visible but could not be approached. She felt the increasingly strong, twisted and majestic power coming from inside, and pursed her lips tightly.

She looked back at the "Red Angel" who had turned into a flaming giant and was struggling with the witch who had turned into the black flame of destruction. She raised her hand resolutely and put the sapphire ring, which had become increasingly dim and was about to disappear in the long river of history, close to her forehead, chanting:
"The source of all disasters, the symbol of destruction and doomsday..."

Now, only with the honorific name of "Original Witch" can this false symbol fished out from the mist of history be used.

But just as she was about to read out the last paragraph, a familiar voice suddenly came to her ears:
"Edessak is still alive."

what?
Triss thought she had heard it wrong, so she frowned and stopped praying. Her eyes stayed on the sapphire ring, but her ears trembled slightly.

She recognized it as the voice of the "Golden Queen" and knew that after praying to her just now, a more solid and close connection would be formed in a short period of time, but she did not dare to believe the content of the response.

He, still alive?

The sapphire ring that was handed to the center of the forehead finally stopped, and returned to its original history in a flash.

Without the second "Yesterday Reappearance" spell, Triss has lost the ability to sacrifice herself and severely damage the mausoleum of George III below...

...No, there is still a chance. This should be the reason why she stopped me...

Triss's black eyes gradually lit up. She took a deep breath, put her hands on her chest, and whispered another honorific name:
"The Queen that Pirates Fear..."

After a moment, Triss opened her eyes again and opened her palm to find that there was an amulet on her palm that looked similar to the previous "Disaster" but with a slightly different color.

Listening to the "guidance" that continued to come to her ears, she regained hope in her heart.

boom--

Above her head, another string of meteorites fell, knocking the angry fire giant to stagger. All kinds of strange patterns that could drive people crazy at first glance emerged from the wounds everywhere, and then instantly turned gray and white, like stones.

More meteorites swirled down, accompanied by red raindrops that could set everything on fire, and storms and lightning that escaped from the fog of war.

In this doomsday-like scene, Triss held onto a glimmer of hope and uttered a word in ancient Hermetic language:

"betray."

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Next to the mausoleum in Eastchester County, Bernadette, who had turned into a pure stream of information, circled around the opened illusory door and kept trying to get in. However, she was repeatedly blocked by Prince Grove, who wore a crown of thorns and kept throwing out spears of light. She became more and more anxious.

But she noticed something wrong during this "low-intensity" battle:
This Sequence 3 Chaos Hunter was not very willing to participate in the battle.

Grove only stopped me from entering the mausoleum to cause damage, just like he was protecting the bottom line of his mission. If other mausoleums were damaged, he would not offend the "opposition", and if George III was successfully promoted, he would also be considered one of the heroes... Bernadette seemed to understand something, but she could not find a way to deal with it.

Moreover, the premonition of the "Master of Prophecy" made her realize that if a part of the mausoleum was not destroyed quickly, in less than thirty seconds, the new "Black Emperor" would truly come to the world!

Having made up her mind, she paused in the air with the help of the information body transformed by the "Sage's Forehead Ornament", and then split into a phantom and lay back, as if she had fallen asleep.

At the same time, Grove, who was about to condense a new spear of light, suddenly felt extremely tired and wanted to have a good sleep on the battlefield.

With the help of the time he spent trying to escape from becoming "Sleeping Beauty", Bernadette re-condensed her physical body and turned her palm over, revealing a pale mask with a metallic luster on her palm.

As the mask appeared, Grove immediately felt a breath of death surging from deep within his body, as if he had turned into a lifeless, temperatureless corpse.

He did not bother to hold back, activating the power of the crown on his head, condensing new light, and aiming at the princess's vital points to launch a fatal blow.

But the next second, a twisted dark power surged out from the depths of the illusory door below the two of them, engraved with various new orders, and the mausoleum pointing to George III began to waver.

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In the city hall of the floating city "Ghost Empire", all the staff have been evacuated, and only "Consul" Anne Gustav and her assistant Gerdruf are left here.

The former's golden eyes looked towards the ground, and through the thick island, they locked onto William Augustus I, who was floating in the air leisurely with a rapier in his hand.

Beams of light as thick as buckets split in all directions, trying to bypass the "founder" of the Kingdom of Loen at various tricky angles and shoot toward the mausoleum below. However, they were blocked by the different spaces separated by the opponent's rapiers, and exploded into balls of light like fireworks in the air.

A small portion of the beams that He missed hit the outside of the mausoleum, but were easily offset by some defensive force.

"In half a minute at most, George III's ceremony will be completed."

Anne spoke in a deep voice, sensing that the distorted force that was both opposed and unified with her own power of order was gradually condensing and concentrating in the direction of Backlund.

Amon's clone beside her, Geldruf, had a calm expression, even with a hint of a smile, as if he was not worried about the current situation at all.

Outside the window, the entire "City of Dreams" was as ethereal and unreal as a reflection in a mirror. The residents inside continued their peaceful lives, as if they could not feel the vibrations and roars from the outside world at all.

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Outside the mausoleum of Dongtak County, the previous fierce battle was coming to an end.

This is not because the angels have decided the winner, but because the fragments of history that provide "them" with strength are about to return to their original place.

The figure of Emperor Roselle summoned by Little Zaratul gradually disappeared. His blue eyes under his chestnut hair took a last look at Klein who was hiding behind Grossel's Travels, and then returned to the history of more than a hundred years ago.

William I, who was fighting fiercely with Anne and the "Ghost Empire", and the Sun Angels, whose real names were unknown, also lost all their powers. They chased from the Crow Church in Zaratul into the spirit world and came to this mausoleum. After a series of battles, they have exhausted all their strength.

But Klein's side was not optimistic either. The beautiful lady he summoned based on the historical fragment of "Mother of Heaven", the goddess's vessel that he saw during the heavy haze, still maintained her form, but no longer took the initiative to attack, as if she was retaining her last bit of strength; although Renette Tinicole only used "Yesterday's Reappearance" to recover to Sequence 2, the long battle still made it difficult for her to continue.

But for some reason, the "Rose School" angel who was allied with George III, the evil god Suea, still had plenty of power. One of his two giant black hands reached out to grab Renette, who had four heads in the air and looked like a giant rag doll, forcing him to retreat continuously. The other hand reached for Klein's hiding place, trying to capture Yuji and his companions.

Suddenly, the mausoleum below underwent a subtle change. The power of "gathering the crowd" that silently shared all the damage and made the attacks of the angels powerless gradually disappeared.

At this moment, the goddess' angel looked indifferently at the black giant hands of the god Suea, and the great fear made Him tremble slightly.

The next moment, the hands were "hidden" from their original position and then appeared inside the mausoleum below.

This "evil god" subconsciously burst out with the power to curse everything around it, driving all the guards inside the mausoleum crazy, and they either committed suicide or started killing each other.

As the curse and madness spread in the small mausoleum, the entire space continued to vibrate and shake, and obvious cracks appeared on the surface.

Seeing this, Klein didn't bother to continue avoiding Suea's gaze. He held Groselle's Travels in one hand and pointed forward with the other. Countless short and flat "Germans" emerged from the surrounding mountains and forests and performed the same movements as him.

Boom, boom, boom——

Air shells with power comparable to that of coastal defense artillery were fired one after another, adding the last handful of soil to the mausoleum that was about to collapse.

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Inside "Relic No. 1", a battlefield of iron, blood and disaster.

Revealing the complete form of a mythical creature, the "Red Angel" Medici, who had transformed into a giant made of flames and various symbolic elements, suddenly stopped throwing the flaming spear.

He felt that all the mausoleums connected by the power of "gathering" quietly left the queue, as if they had never existed.

Even the clay puppets that He had just recruited refused to join the "Red War" Legion, and instead stood with the Witch of Doom, succumbing to His charm and becoming the other side's fighting force.

What a betrayal... Anger gradually rose in Medici's heart, but was quickly replaced by doubt.

In this sudden change, he sensed a breath belonging to the "City of Disaster".

That was the breath that once polluted His territory and allowed Him to recover from the madness of the evil spirits.

He suddenly understood why the "man in the mirror" in front of him could possess the power of "Doomsday" when his true body was only at the stage of Sequence 3. He also understood why the other party had not killed him even though he was in an adjacent sequence.

She, no, He didn't consider me as an opponent at all... Medici felt a strong sense of resentment and unwillingness in his heart, and he was going to use the last period of time before the end of "Yesterday's Reappearance" to drag the other party into the quagmire of war!

But two other voices in his mind kept him where he was:
"I've had enough! Let me do it. I can take care of this coquettish witch in just ten seconds!"

"Bullshit, you were the first one to run away when Tudor attacked you, and his revenge on you was the most severe afterwards... Let me do it, we are all 'conquerors', and there is no uniqueness, so whoever goes up will be the winner!"

"Give me!"

"I come!"

The spirits belonging to Soren and Einhorn quarreled with each other, causing the already stretched force to quickly split into three. Even though the largest part belonged to Medici himself, he was unable to continue to maintain the form of a mythical creature.

In the surging flames, the tall fire giant gradually shrank into a naked "gatekeeper" floating in the air, his hooded robe having been burned by the flames.

"These two idiots have clearly already agreed on the terms..."

The clefts on both sides of his mouth were tightly pursed, and as soon as these words came out of his real mouth in the middle, they were condensed into real stones by the surging gray-white power, and then shattered into flames that could never be reassembled under the successive meteorites.

Among them, three twisted figures "betrayed" each other and flew in different directions. One fell into the gap in the mausoleum below and mixed into the majestic deep black power. One flew upwards and drilled into the illusory door leading to the ground. The last one accidentally hit the "man in the mirror" and returned to the depths of the mirror world with him in the flickering mirror light.

At the same time, Angel returned to the ruins in the reversal of mirror and reality.

She looked at the mist and black flames that had not yet dissipated, at the clay dolls scattered on the ground below, most of which were facing her with flattering expressions, and the surface of the mausoleum that had almost completely turned gray. She realized that the battle between the two archangels had just ended, and the man in the mirror who had lost the power of "yesterday" had hidden himself in the "City of Disaster" again, bringing himself back to reality.

"The power of 'gathering people' has disappeared, but the mausoleum seems to have not been completely destroyed. It seems that I will have to clean up the mess in the end... Did she deliberately cause this?"

Angel frowned slightly and looked down.

Triss, who had just activated the "betrayal" spell and dealt a fatal blow to the "Red Angel", turned pale, her hair became coarse, and she fell into a state of spiritual exhaustion, and it seemed that she would lose control at any time.

The vibrations from other destroyed mausoleums also affected this place. Cracks had appeared on the surface of the mausoleum, which was engraved with the Corn Laws, the Poor Laws and other new policies implemented by George III. The "distorted" power that maintained the mausoleum's isolation from the world was finally unsustainable, revealing George III who was at a critical moment of promotion below.

He wore a triple crown on his head and a gorgeous robe that was mainly black with golden stripes all over it. His face was blurry and it seemed that he was transforming into some strange form.

But at this time, the three mausoleums in South Wales, East Chester and East Tucker were all fatally damaged. The power that was originally used to stabilize His state and support Him to complete the ritual began to tear apart His body, which had not yet become a true shadow of order, causing the king, who fell from heaven to hell in an instant, to fall into intense confusion and resentment.

"Why!"

His voice came from below, echoing within the mausoleums and ruins that had gradually merged into one, forming a world of their own.

He knew Triss and guessed that she might be seeking revenge for Edessak, but he had never seen the other witch before!

“For those who died in the smog.”

Angel answered, his voice as cold as ice, his expression calm, his eyes looking down, as if he was looking at a pile of irrecyclable garbage.

Immediately, her face changed under the effect of the "Hypocrisy" ring and returned to the ordinary face of Irene Watson.

This made George III's already crazy, almost incapable of thinking brain recall a document, recalling the person who "saved" Backlund in the great haze, reducing the number of deaths in "His" plan by half.

She is not dead...or has she been resurrected with the ridiculous hatred of the people?

George III's mind gradually became blurred, and the magic potion in his body, which was a unique combination of three copies of Sequence 1 "Prince of Order" and "Black Emperor", began to fall apart. The extraordinary power inside surged out like a volcanic eruption, tearing his body apart and distorting everything around him.

This allowed the mausoleum below and the ruins above to merge into one again, the illusory door connecting to the outside world was forced to close, and everything inside turned towards the direction of the Shadow of Order.

George III, who was in the middle of it, only felt that a dark throne appeared before his eyes, engraved with Augustus's "Sword of Judgment" emblem and His new name, and He would sit on it, wearing a crown, ruling the world and checking the gods!

The next second, this beautiful dream was torn apart. One after another, delicate purple talismans fell from the sky and landed on his body, which had completely changed and collapsed into a mass of flesh and blood.

The hill outside Ruins No. 1 suddenly collapsed inward, raising countless smoke and dust with a muffled sound, and soon became a huge sunken pit, which was filled by the turbulent water of the nearby Tussock River.

This self-contained mausoleum was destroyed in multiple disasters along with its owner, the Angel King who attempted to attack the throne of the "Black Emperor".

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Next to the mausoleum of East Tucker County, Klein, who witnessed the complete collapse of an entire majestic building, did not stop at all. He immediately used "teleportation" to take his secret doll away from this dangerous place to prevent the royal angels, Zaratul's secret dolls and historical images, or the power of the three major churches from coming here and capturing him, who was only Sequence 3 and was like a small minion in this battle.

After taking a trip to the sea and using the "Angel's Embrace" evolved from his paper man substitute to dispel the smell, Klein dared to quietly return to Backlund, a city that was protected by the three major churches and was the safest place for him.

After changing his appearance, Klein did not dare to use the current safe house. Instead, he walked to the streets of the East District. He listened to the panicked people around him saying that the King's Speech in the nearby square was interrupted by an explosion. He also listened to people talking privately about the riots in the Memorial Day Square in the West District. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He did not do divination, but followed his occasional thoughts, found a hotel that did not require identification, booked a suite with a single sofa and bathtub, walked through the door with brisk steps, locked the door, and completely relaxed his body.

This action, which had been planned for months and involved various forces, finally succeeded.

After building the spiritual wall, Klein took four steps backwards, chanting a spell, and entered the familiar gray fog space. He sat down in the high-back chair that belonged to The Fool.

His eyes lingered on the crimson stars, and he chose the one that belonged to "Queen" Angel. He was about to materialize the shadow of "the world" and report his safety to her by relaying the message.

But the next second, Klein discovered that the positions and numbers of those crimson stars were all wrong!
This feeling, like flipping through the same book every day and suddenly discovering that the stories in the book had changed, made Klein's spine cold and his body stiff.

Then, he noticed that, opposite the long bronze table of the Tarot Club, at the position that was originally occupied by "The World", there sat a middle-aged man wearing a simple white robe and with a light blond beard covering the lower half of his face.

Seeing this scene, Klein's heart gradually sank to the bottom.

Seeing that his gaze had finally turned from those crimson stars to himself, Adam, with a warm expression and clear eyes, smiled, stood up, saluted, and said:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

(End of this chapter)