Chapter 193 Report

Angel established contact with the "True Creator" worshipped by the "Aurora Society" through divination with the magic mirror, which made Angel almost face the notorious evil god.

Fortunately, there is a magic mirror between her and Him, and the spiritual world that the magic mirror communicates with.

The moment she felt threatened, she immediately used her magic wand as a substitute to bear the contamination of the Creator. To be on the safe side, she even activated her magic pocket watch and jumped away from the scene with flames.

Otherwise, if she was exposed to even a hint of the breath of the "True Creator", within a few seconds she would turn into a pile of rotten meat in the house, or become a bloodthirsty monster like the rats and crocodiles in the sewer.

But Angel, who had escaped from the safe house, was still kneeling on the street corner, trembling all over. Her whole body felt as if it had been cut by a knife and was in unbearable pain. She almost wanted to roll on the ground. The veins on her exposed hands were exposed, and her skin was dull. The same must be true on her face and body, which she could not see.

Fortunately, she had experienced several times where she almost lost control. By entering into meditation, she managed to suppress her spiritual restlessness. The remaining rationality prevented her from rolling on the ground. Instead, she curled up her body and gritted her teeth to resist the pain and discomfort all over her body.

After an unknown amount of time, the gas street lamp above his head seemed to become hotter, and the mumbling and evil thoughts that filled Angel's mind gradually faded away, and the pain in his body slowly disappeared.

She looked up and realized that her whole body was already wet. Her face was covered with sweat, mixed with a liquid that was not sure whether it was tears or saliva, dripping from her chin.

Wait, that's a gas lamp above my head?

Angel, who had just regained consciousness, was almost frightened to death by the flame above her head, which was more terrifying than the real Creator. She crawled away using her hands and feet, away from the dimly lit street lamps in the streets and alleys, and stopped only when she entered the dark alley.

"It turns out that 10 minutes had already passed...but I felt like it was just a brief moment."

Angel turned her eyes away from the lights at the alley entrance and murmured that the experience of almost losing control just now made her lose her sense of time, and she didn't even know when she fell into the negative effects of the "magic pocket watch".

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"Hmm, where is this and how long has it been?"

Shaking her aching head, Angel got up from the ground and found herself lying on the carpet. The sunlight from outside the window had penetrated the curtains into the living room, making her whole body warm.

As the blood and memories returned to her mind, she remembered what happened last night.

Under the negative effects of the magic pocket watch, it took Angel two full hours to walk the distance that usually took him twenty minutes, bypassing the street lights and returning to his home.

She took off the "madness ring" she had been wearing for a day and threw it aside. She didn't even care about the various desires in her body and slept on the carpet in the living room for the night.

It was already noon, and the negative state of the past 12 hours would soon disappear. However, the physiological needs accumulated from wearing the "Frenzy Ring" all day yesterday were becoming more and more urgent. It felt as if a giant hand was stirring her stomach, and the gastric juice secreted was almost digesting herself.

No, this isn't entirely due to the negative effects of the Ring of Madness. I haven't eaten in almost a day...

Angel hurriedly changed out of his muddy clothes and took a shower. He didn't dare to cook, so he filled his stomach with bread and butter to relieve his desire for food. Only then did he have time to recall the events caused by the divination with the magic mirror last night.

There was no doubt that the extremely familiar evil aura was very similar to Megose in Tingen City and the "offspring of the evil god" in her belly, and the filthy mumbling was also the same as Megose's "blasphemous words".

From subsequent analysis, it can be guessed that the evil god that Mr. C in the North District Park conspired to summon was the "true creator" he believed in, so the result of this divination can be determined.

But the question is why, when divining about mutant animals, the "real creator" is involved, resulting in His ruthless counterattack.

Perhaps it cannot be considered a "counterattack" at all. It is just a "natural phenomenon" caused by the gap in status and strength when facing an evil but powerful existence. The special mention of "not looking directly at God" in church scriptures is not only out of worship and respect for God, but also for safety reasons.

Their divinity, even without any purpose or will, is inherently harmful to ordinary creatures.

Why would the bronze-skinned man who appeared in the divination, most likely a member of the Aurora Society, contaminate the sewers with his own blood to create mutant animals? Is his blood connected to the "True Creator"?

If it was for the purpose of offering sacrifice to his Lord, or for the purpose of killing people, then using mutant animals to harm ordinary people would be too inefficient, and it would be easy for official extraordinary people to discover it. Even if they couldn't find him, they would kill the mutant animals to prevent more people from being killed.

By the way, I can report this matter to the official Beyonder and let them handle it!

Angel had been a Nighthawk for two months and had almost forgotten the means of reporting. He forgot that when he first came to this world, he contacted the Nighthawk through reporting and eliminated Mrs. Sharon.

Although he is not strong enough now, the official extraordinary people will not show mercy to the evil god and his believers.

Angel immediately went to the study, holding a pen in his left hand, and scribbled a letter of complaint, which detailed the animal mutations in the sewers of the Backlund Bridge District and their possible sources, and pointed out that they were likely related to the "Aurora Society" and the "True Creator."

Afterwards, she used black flames to "disinfect" the letter paper and envelope to ensure that this report would not be traced back to her through divination. Moreover, the inability to divine meant that it was related to the Beyonder. In any case, the official Beyonders would take it seriously and would go to the sewer to investigate.

"I hope Darkwill has really moved the planting site as he said..."

But he couldn't be bothered with that now. The Aurora Society couldn't be allowed to cause another disturbance like the evil god's arrival in Tingen City. If a god descended in Backlund, more than a few dozen people would die.

After folding the letter and stuffing it into the envelope, Angel looked at the sunlight outside the window, waiting for the negative effects of his fear of fire to disappear.

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At the entrance of the Cherwood District Police Station, Angel, wearing a hood and a crazy ring, stuffed a thin letter of complaint into the mailbox at the door.

The policeman standing guard at the door immediately cast a concerned look, but since the informant saw it every day, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Angel lowered his head and got out of the other person's sight as quickly as possible, then returned to the nearest subway station and took a train to the East District.

On the way, she recalled the entire process of her report, ensuring that she would not be tracked and would not attract the attention of official Beyonders.

"The report letter was counter-divination using the Black Flame Curse. I also have the 'Magic Pocket Watch' and 'Secret Holy Symbol' that have restorative effects. Ordinary divination has no effect on me. People who see me on the street will only remember, no, not even remember, this fake face and will soon forget me..."

"The only problem is Darkwill, that unfortunate pharmacist. He knows I cleaned up the mutant animals and performed divination. If an official Beyonder finds him, it might expose me as a 'witch'... Luckily, I already know how to attend the 'Eye of Wisdom' gatherings. I'll try not to have any contact with him in the future. I'll change the puppy mask, and he might not recognize me."

"And Mr. A, who also belongs to the Aurora Society, is he connected to this matter?"

Angel thought about it and quickly denied it.

Since Mr. A dared to live and hold gatherings in Queens, Backlund's wealthiest district, he was either under official surveillance and tacit approval, or he was simply a tool used by the Aurora Society to divert official attention. In either case, he would not be involved in such a trivial matter as "causing animal mutations."

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Returning to the safe house in the East District, Angel did not go in, but walked around the surrounding blocks. He did not find any surveillance, nor did he find any signs of contamination by the "breath of the true creator" from last night.

"That aura only affected me, the blasphemer who looked directly at Him, and had no effect on anyone else... This is truly a blessing in disguise. However, this safe house is definitely uninhabitable. Fortunately, I've already paid a month's rent, so I can leave it vacant. After a month, that aura will have long since vanished into time..."

Leaving the apartment which she had rented for nearly 1 pound, Angel came to the East District near the dock area and found a one-bedroom apartment as her new safe house. This time she was careful and only paid two weeks' rent, a total of 8 soli, and left a deposit of 4 soli, so that if a similar situation arose again and she needed to give up the safe house, she would not lose too much.

This house was similar to the previous one, with only simple furniture. Angel simply cleaned and arranged the new safe house and finished everything before late at night.

“Dongdong——”

There was a knock on the door.

Angel walked into the living room, feeling a little alert.

Could it be the landlord? Or maybe a patrol officer? But since they never paid much attention to the East District, why would they come knocking on the tenant's door?

After reaching the door, she looked out through the peephole, then sighed and opened the door.

"I really don't want to open the door to see you, because it's definitely not good."

Standing at the door was a haggard-looking person from the Dominican Federation who should have arrived at Bayam long ago.