Chapter 192 The Breath of the Creator
After the image in the mirror disappeared, Angel looked at Darkwill who was standing there in amazement.
"So you... you are, a witch?"
He spoke haltingly, his eyes showing some panic, and even took a few steps back.
"No, I'm not yet, and why are you so scared?"
Angel asked back curiously.
"Not yet? I was already suspicious when you used frost to kill those mutant rats, and now you're using the magic mirror for divination..." Darkwill retreated to the wall, stopping only when he realized there was no way out. "As far as I know, only the 'Witch' path' can use the magic mirror for divination like this, and also control frost and black flames."
"Witch Path?" Angel murmured again. "Do you mean the 'Assassin' Path'?"
"It's the same idea. Most potion pathways are named after their Sequence 9, like the 'Assassin' you mentioned, or my 'Pharmacist,'" Darkwill explained, not hiding his own potion sequence. "But many pathways also have unique names. Your 'Assassin' pathway is one of them. They are controlled by that secretive 'Witch Cult' and believe in the 'Original Witch,' hence the name 'Witch' pathway."
So, instead of naming this path after a Sequence 9 potion, it's named after the "commonality" of most sequences? I didn't expect to learn something new from catching rats in the sewers...
Angel sighed, and seeing that Darkwill's chubby face was still filled with fear, he had no choice but to comfort him.
"I'm not a member of the 'Witch Cult', well, at least not now. My only goal is to make money from your 30 pounds."
"Sorry, it was just a subconscious reaction. After all, the 'Witch Cult' is well-known..."
Perhaps realizing that a witch wouldn't have to wait until now if she really wanted to take action, Darkwill regained his composure. The panic on his face gradually faded, and he walked back from the corner to the mutant rat's corpse.
"Did you find anything from your divination just now?"
Angel told him the result of the divination, which made the pharmacist, who had just calmed down, fall into fear again.
"You mean these animals didn't grow to this size on their own, but were created by someone through extraordinary means?"
"Do you think normal rats could grow bigger than dogs? According to the divination results, they became like this after drinking a red liquid. Perhaps there was an out-of-control Beyonder who died upstream in the sewer, and their blood flowed downstream, or perhaps someone used drugs to achieve this."
Angel analyzed the situation and saw the pharmacist's fat face changing expression, so he comforted him:
"Now that you've discovered the problem, I suggest you move your planting site somewhere else. For example, learn from your colleagues and grow herbs in the dark underground cemeteries, so that I don't have to hear the sad news of your disappearance at the next gathering."
"But I..." Darkwill frowned and thought, "Okay, there's one last planting site left. Let's finish it as soon as possible. Once I've collected all the mature herbs, we'll move out in a few days."
Although he was somewhat skeptical about the truthfulness of his hesitant statement, Angel had already fulfilled his obligation to remind him, so he did not continue the topic. Instead, he continued to move forward in the direction pointed by the other party and soon arrived at the third and final planting site.
Before entering the wide sewer junction, Angel heard the "bang bang" sound of something heavy hitting something. The heavy sound came through the pipe, as if someone was beating a huge drum beside him.
"I'll go in and take a look first. You stay here and don't move."
Angel reminded Darkwill beside him, but found that the man had already stepped back a few steps and made way for the passage.
Walking quietly through the ubiquitous sewage, Angel soon saw the source of the sound in his dark vision.
Several wooden racks erected at the confluence of the wide sewers had been shattered, and the pots and plants on them were crushed as if by giant feet, turning into powder and fragments scattered on the ground.
A gigantic crocodile at least six meters long with limbs as strong as stone pillars was slapping the wooden frame in the corner with its tail. The huge and swollen tail hit the concrete wall of the sewer again and again, like a huge hammer hitting the ground, making a sound that spread throughout the space.
"I should have guessed it long ago. How could that strange red liquid only be effective on mice..."
While lamenting the difficulty of earning the 30 pounds, Angel slowed down his pace and approached the mutated giant crocodile. The temperature around him dropped rapidly, and an ice spear as thick as his arm condensed.
As soon as it grabbed the frost spear, the crocodile seemed to sense danger. It danced with its limbs to leave the corner, circled half a circle in the sewer full of sewage, and looked at Angel. Its eyes, as red as the mutant rat's, were filled with bloodthirsty desire.
Without hesitation, Angel swung the ice spear in his hand forward. The sharp ice spear hit the crocodile's tail with heavy momentum, nailing it to the ground.
"Bang——"
A black flame followed closely behind, igniting the crocodile that was trying to swing its tail to escape the grip of the ice spear. The crocodile was covered in black fire and rolled in the shallow water, but it could not extinguish the black flames that were essentially a curse. It soon curled up into a ball and turned into a charred and smelly corpse.
After carefully observing his surroundings with his psychic vision and confirming that there was no other danger, Angel called Darkwill, who was hiding at the exit and watching the battle.
Although this crocodile had become a corpse, it was still obvious that it was many times larger than the crocodiles that usually roamed the sewers along the Tussock River. The fat pharmacist gasped at the sight.
"Fortunately, you accepted my commission, otherwise I would have come here to collect the remaining herbs myself in order to recover the losses..." He kicked the charred corpse of the crocodile with his foot and said with lingering fear.
"Even without me, that 'Black Snake' would have helped you. He was eager to try after you offered to add 30 pounds."
Angel inspected the planting site where there were few herbs left, but found no trace of other mutated animals. It seemed that even if they had mutated into bloodthirsty monsters, they still had their own sense of territory. Since the crocodiles were entrenched here, the mice had to find another place.
"Heh, 'Black Snake'?" Darkwill scoffed and replied, "He's only a Sequence 8 at best. He's always talking nonsense, trying to sell that thing that lets him hear 'Great Beings'. I even suspect he's connected to the Aurora Society. He might be able to handle those rats, but if he encounters this crocodile, he'll probably be treated as a midnight snack."
Speaking of midnight snacks, Angel's appetite, amplified by the frenzy ring, began to torment her stomach.
But in order to prevent the powerless Darkwill from being taken away by a mutant rat after she left, she endured the hunger and inspected the nearby sewers. She did not find any other mutant animals, and then returned to the entrance of the sewer with Darkwill.
Looking at the surging river outside, the fat pharmacist took a deep breath of fresh air as if he were reborn, and looked back at the dark sewer with lingering fear.
"I'll come over tomorrow during the day to collect those herbs. Alas, there aren't many left. You're right. I should find a cemetery and plant some secretly. At least it's better than risking my life in the sewers."
Angel was relieved that Darkwill could figure this out. This employer paid her readily and was also a "pharmacist" who could make all kinds of potions. She didn't want to see his body appear in the Tussock River in a few days.
After receiving the final payment for completing the commission and asking how to participate in the subsequent "Eye of Wisdom" extraordinary gathering, Angel said goodbye to the fat pharmacist who was still wandering by the river, and returned to the safe house in the east district as usual, using black flames to perform counter-divination.
She did not rush to change her clothes and return to Red Rose Street, but took out the magic mirror and performed divination again.
"Mirror, mirror, tell me, who created the mutant animals in the sewers?"
Angel mobilized her spiritual power, stroking the mirror, watching it ripple and gradually turn dark. She was still full of doubts about the mutant animals that inexplicably appeared in the sewer, especially the crocodile. Moreover, she would often live in the Backlund Bridge District, and the traces of these mutant animals under her feet always made her feel uneasy.
The mirror soon showed the image of rats drinking crimson wastewater, which was consistent with her divination results in the sewer. However, the crocodile had been burned by the black flames, which was equivalent to anti-divination measures being taken, and did not appear in the picture.
But Angel walked through the main sewers of the bridge area, came into contact with the mutant rats and the environment in which they lived, and obtained more information, so the results of the divination would be more detailed.
Recalling Klein's "Summary of Divination Techniques" in his mind, Angel continued to look at the magic mirror in his hand. As the black mist flashed by, the mirror surface turned dark again as if switching pictures. When the black faded, a bronze-skinned hand with a cut lowered, and drops of deep red blood fell into the water.
“Click——”
Cracks appeared on the magic mirror, and then the image in the mirror was interrupted. The cracks continued to expand, and deep red liquid seeped out from the inside, as if it was blood dripping from the drooping hand.
Is this counter-divination? No, someone sensed my prying and fought back!
Without hesitation, she pressed the "magic pocket watch" tied to her wrist, and spiritually sensed a ball of fire not far from the window. It was the street light in the East District at night.
As the magic mirror shattered and erupted with heart-pounding, extremely evil mutterings and roars, Angel's body, with bulging blood vessels and blue veins all over it, became thinner and smaller, and in the surging flames it turned into a mottled and filthy black short staff.
On the street, she walked out of the flames dizzy and immediately knelt on her knees, forcing herself into a meditative state to resist the almost uncontrollable spirituality surging in her body.
Angel had seen those evil whispers and the roars that reached the depths of his soul in Tingen City and in his battle with Megose.
That is...
That is the breath of the "True Creator"!
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