Chapter 502: Mutation and Judgment

As soon as he stepped onto the balcony of this spacious bedroom and saw the scene outside the window, Angel's heart began to pound wildly.

This was not only because of the naked men and women scattered all over the ground and the strange, obscene smell, but also because Klein, whose eyes had turned into bloody holes and was being constantly pulled closer to a strange monster by countless tentacles.

He was wearing a dark blue, neat general's uniform, but had the appearance of "Hermann". His body was entangled with branches of varying thicknesses, and his limbs were completely unable to move. His face was calm, but still twitching with pain from time to time. Blood was oozing from his eyes, making his thin face look like a tearful clown.

The entire villa seemed to be isolated by an invisible wall, and the air inside could not be transmitted to the outside of the window at all. Angel tried to push the floor-to-ceiling window, but it was of no use. The distance between life and death was just a window away.

But... this aura is somewhat similar to that of the "Queen Anne's Revenge".

To be precise, it is a "low-profile version" of Anne using her extraordinary abilities to exile Klein and imprison Angel.

It's the aura of the "Arbitrator"...

Understanding what was going on, Angel took out the small metal bottle containing Anne's "blood of the mythical creature" without hesitation, removed the many seals on it, and placed it close to the floor-to-ceiling window.

In an instant, an extremely majestic aura emanated from her hand, infecting the invisible wall that separated the building, and also spreading from her right hand holding the metal bottle to her entire body.

"Open!"

Along with this power, Angel chanted softly in the ancient Hermetic language.

The last obstacle between her and Klein disappeared.

Angel kicked the locked French window and stepped into the bedroom that looked like a place of debauchery. When the white body that was over three meters tall and almost touched the ceiling turned around curiously, he switched the "Rose Necklace" to the soul of the Wind-Follower, condensed the air at hand, and swung out wind blades, cutting through the branches that bound Klein and freeing him who was unable to move.

"Who gave you permission to touch him?"

Angel asked hatefully, looking at the blonde hair that was slightly darker than his own and the beautiful eyes that were filled with desire.

"Hehe, do I need your permission for the matter between me and the general?"

The mutated Cynthia was a little shy, but giggling with an evil expression on her face. Her body, which had countless tumors and branches, moved slowly and walked down from the big bed in the middle of the room. Her lower body was covered with countless short and thick tentacles like tree roots, which carried her heavy body forward, leaving a trail of dark red secretions behind.

As she moved, countless branches extending from the ceiling, walls, and floor reached towards Angel like tentacles.

In addition to attacking, they also swung themselves, throwing away the men and women who were still immersed in their feelings like garbage. The blonde secretary Lu Er'an, who was standing at the door, was originally looking at the scene in the room with an arrogant and indifferent look on his face, but was caught off guard and tripped by the thick branches. Before he could open his mouth, his head was bitten and thrown into the corner of the room.

Swish——

The "knight bracelet" on his left hand instantly turned into a long bone blade. Angel swung it horizontally, cutting off several branches attacking from the left. At the same time, he was pierced through the body by branches on the right and above. The stamens on the tips of the branches seemed to be chewed like a human mouth, but what was in his mouth was not flesh and blood, but gradually dissipating glass fragments.

Mirror double!

Angel's figure appeared from the other side of the room, waving his hand to summon black flames, which smashed directly towards Cynthia's huge body.

At the same time, her disease also began to erode this mutated woman. Whether it was targeting the human body or plants, as long as it lasted for more than a minute, various symptoms would appear in her body.

The closed environment, with various half-length and full-length mirrors, is the perfect place for witches to fight!

Klein also treated his eye injury. After regaining his sight, he immediately used fire leaping to come to Angel's side.

"This is the general's mistress, Cynthia. For some reason, she mutated and went out of control tonight."

He explained as briefly as possible.

"What sequence?"

Angel asked back, and found that the black flames he threw out attached and burned on Cynthia's huge body, but it was difficult to cause fatal damage. He summoned a few ice spikes and threw them out.

"She was just an ordinary person. I suspect there's some outside force helping her... Be careful!"

The two of them were alerted at the same time. Angel jumped up extremely swiftly, kicking Klein with both feet, and then leaped in the opposite direction. Klein tacitly blocked with his hands and used the force of the kick to move away from the spot.

The next second, the floor shattered, and a branch that had drilled in here at some point stretched out, with its large stamens opened, like a huge mouth that could devour people, just like the giant carnivorous plant on the southern continent.

More branches emerged from everywhere, their huge mouths opened, and wet mucus flowed down, making the floor, which had already been drilled into pieces by them, even filthier.

Cynthia's face, a mixture of anger and jealousy, looked extremely ferocious in the moonlight. She looked tenderly at Klein, who had transformed back into German but was still recognized as the "General". Then she looked at Angel, who had just had an "intimate conversation with the General", with an almost murderous look. Her huge body trembled, as if brewing some emotion.

"Try to cut off the influence of external forces."

Klein followed through on his previous battle strategy and gave a reminder. At the same time, the "creeping hunger" in his left hand turned into pure, brilliant gold, possessing the ability of the "Priest of Light."

He opened his arms, embraced the sun, and was about to emit the "holy light" that could purify evil.

But he immediately followed the threatening branches that bound him, forcing him to stop praising the sun and use "Flame Jump" to reach the other side of the room opposite Angel.

He wants to use the mutated Cynthia's obsession with Amyrius to buy some time for Angel!

Cut off the influence of external forces... Was the "invisible wall" that just enveloped the entire building Klein's attempt?

Angel's thoughts raced through his mind as he looked at the metal bottle in his hand.

What is contained in it is the blood of the mythical creature of Sequence 2 of the "Arbitrator" pathway. Although it is not clear what abilities the high-sequence Annie possesses, there is no doubt that it can do everything that the mid- and low-sequence ones can do.

Moreover, Anne once said that at the critical moment, she could use this drop of blood to ask her for help.

Holding the metal bottle tightly in his right hand, Angel closed his eyes slightly, his purple eyes were deep and peaceful, and he entered a semi-meditative state.

The effect from the "Sword of Dawn" made her grip strength increase dramatically, and she easily pinched open the outer wall of the metal bottle. The drop of golden blood, which was not large in size but exuded endless pressure, slowly flowed out of the bottle and mixed with the blood that flowed out of Angel's palm where the bottle had cut it, and suddenly emitted a golden glow.

As if sensing a greater threat, Cynthia turned around abruptly. Her originally gentle blue eyes turned scarlet. Her lips, which usually whispered in Amyrius's ear as if they could melt all barriers, opened as wide as possible, even torn at the corners of her mouth.

"ah----"

A sound wave containing all kinds of desires came out of her mouth and swept across the entire bedroom in an instant. The naked men and women on the ground fell to the ground one by one, and those who were close had blood oozing from their mouths and noses. Lu Er'an, who struggled to get up from the corner of the wall, groaned, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness again.

If Cynthia hadn't subconsciously avoided the General's direction, Klein, who was so close, would have fallen to the ground like his temporary secretary. But even so, he felt dizzy and it was difficult for him to keep his balance even with the Joker's balance ability.

A golden light appeared beside Angel, isolating the power coming from outside the building, which seemed to originate from the endless starry sky.

"Law!"

She raised her right hand, the golden light in her palm became even brighter, and she shouted loudly.

The ancient Hermetic word invoked the power of the angel in his hand. A slightly childish female voice superimposed on Angel's words, further increasing the power of this word.

“This place is isolated from the world!”

Two cool and lively sentences issued commands at the same time, and Angel seemed to see Anne thousands of miles away making the same movements with her.

Then, a brilliant but illusory starry sky appeared before her eyes, and she witnessed the light of a scarlet star being isolated outside the room.

The light hit repeatedly unwillingly, but was easily blocked by Anne's weak body.

"snort."

The last thing I heard was her disdainful snort.

When his vision returned to normal, Angel saw Cynthia, who was about to continue roaring and whose tumors all over her body burst, suddenly stopped moving. Her white body stained with brown juice gradually disintegrated and turned into a pool of flesh and blood. The branches and stamens growing from everywhere fell off, and the branches broke and fell to the ground.

The only relatively intact branch stretched out towards Klein like an arm. Cynthia's head, buried in the blood and flesh, spoke in a voice half puzzled and half bewildered:

"General..."

The surrounding "party" consisting of the general's guards and maids had fallen silent due to external isolation and Cynthia's previous roar. Only these trembling words echoed in the bedroom where you could hear a pin drop.

"Next time, don't believe in weird religions..."

Klein walked closer, half-knelt down, and looked at Cynthia, who was gradually waking up and showing pain and fear on her face. He sighed and said.

"No, no, General... save me, I don't want to die yet!

"The Celestial Cult, the Mother Tree of Desire, it was them, it was them who said that this way... they could have a child with you...

“Save me…”

Her voice gradually became lower, and a few tears shed from her blue eyes, sliding down her face and mixing with the filthy flesh and blood under her head.

The remaining part of her body was no longer enough to sustain her life without external help.

"Don't be afraid, death is not the end, but a stepping stone to the side of the gods."

Angel also came forward and whispered that the Annie's blood in her hand had evaporated in the previous use, leaving only a mark of overlapping sword and shield and balance in the middle at the base of her palm. It quickly disappeared under the skin that had stopped bleeding, but the incomparable majesty still lingered around her, and the comforting words she spoke at this time were like a blessing from the gods.

Hearing these words, Cynthia closed her eyes in despair and squeezed out the last few tears in her eyes, but a trace of hope for the afterlife and the gods appeared on her face.

Klein stood up, his arms open, his face transformed into that of Amyrius, as if giving Cynthia a farewell hug.

A thick, bright beam of light descended, purifying the last trace of her left in the world.