Chapter 365 In the Mist

As everything within his sight was covered in ice, Angel's body froze and shattered, and he instantly appeared not far behind Panatia.

She used up her only magic mirror and was able to escape the fate of being frozen to death.

At the moment of preparing to escape from danger, Angel discovered that the mirrors in the surrounding buildings that were large enough for her to use were completely out of control. Only the magic mirror smeared with blood and closely connected to her own spirit could be used as a substitute.

"The suppression of low-order sequences by high-order sequences in the same pathway is absolute..."

Laura's reminder suddenly rang in her mind, and she only then realized the meaning of this sentence.

As the distance between them widened, she inhaled the bloody smog into her lungs again. The disease spread by the "Lady of Despair" continued to spread into the surrounding air after being briefly suppressed by the ban.

No, it wasn't a disease she controlled, but waves of plague brought on by the deepening iron-black fog...

Angel understood it instantly: the fog that permeated most of the East District and even gradually spread to other areas did not simply come from the Desperate Lady Panatia, but was a large-scale ritual she performed with the help of the smog and early preparations. Perhaps only by killing or severely injuring the host of the ritual could the poisonous fog that had killed countless people be stopped from spreading to the entire city.

Until then, there is no point in having Panatia “forbidden to spread disease.”

After figuring this out, Angel quickly switched the soul herded by the "Rose Necklace" and restored the extraordinary ability of the "Apostle of Desire".

Control your desires!

She will ignite all the desires of the other party in the most violent form, rather than gradually provoking them secretly.

Panatia obviously did not expect that Angel possessed such a variety of extraordinary abilities. She was caught off guard and all kinds of desires in her heart were aroused. Her holy face turned a little red, but she quickly suppressed the strange feeling that followed. Her eyes, which had returned to the mirror state, stared at Angel in the distance.

Using her mirror-like eyes to reflect the enemy's figure, she can directly cast a curse without even needing flesh, blood, or hair!

Angel, who was trying hard to suppress her cough and preparing to continue the attack, was just surprised that the other party recovered from the desire to burn himself so quickly, and immediately felt the blood in her body begin to boil and burn, just like when Sylvia used the curse to call her, but this burning sensation was a hundred times stronger, and even made her heart stop beating.

"boom--"

The next moment, a black curse flame ignited Angel's body, burning her into a thin, burning paper figure.

"Paper doll substitute?"

Seeing this, Panatia used the spider silk to pull herself away from her original position without hesitation. Two bullets followed and grazed her body.

"Cough, cough cough——"

Angel, who appeared behind her, was about to continue aiming his gun, but was interrupted by the phlegm flowing out of his throat, and he couldn't help coughing continuously.

After fighting for less than half a minute, she had been repeatedly infected with various diseases in the smog. The organs that were barely repaired by the "Rose Necklace" were eroded by bacteria again and again. This time, not only the lungs, but all the tissues in the body were quickly destroyed in the poisonous fog and could no longer function normally.

If you fight against such an opponent and fail to resolve the battle quickly, you are waiting to die!

"Solar Halo!"

Angel, who could hardly hold the gun steadily, tried to use the sun brooch from Sherlock to create a halo with purifying power to eliminate the abnormality on her body, but she immediately found that this sacred power could only purify the wronged souls around her and was completely ineffective against the disease in her body. Instead, it made her already feverish body even hotter, as if being roasted in flames.

The continuous coughing, increasingly heavy and difficult breathing, and the body temperature that almost exceeded the limit made Angel's legs weak. He could not stand steadily and slowly knelt on the ground.

Beside her lay several East District residents who had also died in the fog of death, looking at her with lifeless eyes, as if foreshadowing the near future.

"I once met a demigod Beyonder. Before he died, he complained that witches were as difficult to kill as fortune-tellers. Now I understand a little better," Panatia's soft, dignified voice came from her, but the content of her words made her feel even more desperate. "But how long can you hold out against this illness? One minute? Thirty seconds?"

The witch didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack. Instead, she slowly approached and observed Angel, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes, like an innocent girl observing her pet at home.

"I thought you'd die in the fog. I also thought about returning to Backlund to find you hiding after the incident subsided, but I never thought you'd come here to die..." She slowly approached, continuing to emit the black fog that Angel hated. "By the way, that intruder who died in the suburban ruins, couldn't he be your companion?"

"Bang--"

What answered her was Angel suddenly raising his hand and firing a bullet.

The deep blue "Gathering Storm" directly smashed Panatia's forehead into pieces, but what fell was not flesh and blood, but gradually dispersing mirror fragments. Using her eyes as a mirror again, the Lady of Despair who activated her stand appeared in the fog in front of the right, and her malicious laughter that was not concealed reached Angel's ears.

Several invisible spider silks quickly extended along the sound, but were burned into burning line segments by the sudden black flames. Ice spikes formed in the air and stabbed out one by one, but were controlled by the opponent and smashed back.

Angel dragged his feverish body to barely avoid the ice spikes, raised his gun and tried to aim at the hazy figure in the fog, but his unfocused eyes could not capture Panatia's position at all - her eyes had been destroyed by the gradually spreading disease, and even the "flesh and blood control" that she had been maintaining could not be repaired in time.

"Why, you're not going on?"

The hateful voice of Ms. Despair came from not far behind.

"I can probably, uh, play with you for five minutes. Unfortunately, you probably won't be able to last that long."

Panatia's voice was filled with disappointment, as if she had discovered that a toy she had bought at a high price had been broken in just a few minutes.

Her figure slowly walked out of the thick fog, stepping on the spider silk that had not yet been extinguished, holding a sharp, crystal ice spear in her hand, with a playful smile on her face, as if she was about to step forward to end this boring game of cat and mouse.

"I'm curious. What's your reason for coming here to die? The 'support' that can't penetrate the smog? What do you think of as 'justice'? Could it be that a loved one died at my hands?"

One step, then another, light footsteps approached from behind Angel.

Right...now!

Angel had already stopped the "Rose Necklace" from repairing her body and was gathering her last bit of spiritual energy. At this moment, all the places around her that could be used for "flame jumping" emerged in her mind, among which several dim flames were being extinguished one by one by the Lady of Despair.

boom--

A ball of black flame suddenly shot up beside Panatia's feet, and Angel's figure emerged in it. The "Good Luck" pistol was just against the chest of the surprised lady of Despair. The hammer that was pried open first was pulled down as the trigger, hitting the primer of "Storm Gathering".

With a loud bang, the bullet, with its power amplified to sixteen times, carried Angel's last spiritual power and pierced through Panatia's white robe like a giant hammer, piercing through her not-so-fragile body.

And, he pierced through another "Lady of Despair" who appeared not far in front of him on the right and reappeared under the effect of the magic mirror substitute.

…

"You really surprise me, Irene Watson. Well, that's not your real name."

Panatia stroked her chest. It had been pierced twice by bullets, leaving this Sequence 4 Beyonder with lingering fears.

Not far away, a black wooden stick that was broken into two pieces by a bullet fell to the ground, along with a bunch of mirror fragments closer to Angel, and was gradually covered by thick haze.

"Next time I'll learn from my mistakes and make the positions where the doubles appear after swapping more irregular."

She slowly approached the "Witch of Pleasure" who had collapsed on the ground, and looked at the black paint-like patterns gradually appearing on Angel's exposed skin, which had exhausted his spirituality. She sighed, not knowing whether it was regret or relief.

"You are stronger than most Sequence 5s I've seen, but unfortunately, the gap between our two Sequences means that the gap between you and me cannot be bridged by tactics."

After gently kicking Angel's arm and seeing that she had no reaction, Panatia felt relieved and condensed an ice spear in her palm which was not very long but had an extremely sharp tip and pointed it at the other person's chest.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt if you're gentle," she muttered to herself with a faint smile on her face. "Besides, dying here will also leave you with a good reputation, such as... the culprit who created the Backlund smog?"

She sneered, raised her arm, and then stabbed it down.

But the next moment, her eyes blurred and the ice spear in her hand disappeared without a trace, as if what she had just held was air, and the stabbing action was like child's play.

Panatia instinctively looked up into the sky. In the air filled with iron-black haze, a figure in a hooded robe quietly emerged. The cloak fluttered in the wind, outlining the soft female curves within.

Beneath the hood was a beautiful face. Beneath the black hair, her dark eyes were dull and lifeless, reflecting the horrified expression of the Desperate Lady.

They are all lying to you, how could anyone add more chapters?