Chapter 364: Lady of Despair
A black mist, completely different from the light yellow haze, gradually spread around her. It had a smell of rust and was inhaled into the lungs of passers-by, causing bouts of violent coughing.
Panatia herself was not affected at all and continued to move forward.
If you look down from directly above, you can see that the death fog that has spread across half of the eastern district is continuing to spread forward with the Witch of Despair as its spearhead.
"What a shame! My original plan was to have them perform a few more rituals after the New Year. The cold winter will make the damp and cold smog even worse, and they'll be able to enhance the effects of the disease..."
She seemed to be talking to herself.
"But it seems the effect is quite good now. By the time the three major churches react and dispel the smog, the death toll will probably have exceeded 50,000. Haha, this is a bargain for Mr. A of the Aurora Society. His ritual success rate isn't high, and I don't think the 'True Creator' will actively descend upon Backlund, but he can attract most of the attention and create an opportunity for me to leave here.
"Oh, they want to bear all the sins, just as they wish."
Looking up at the sky, in Panatia's mirror-like eyes, countless dead souls, with emotions of despair and anger, were being attracted to the ceremony in the suburban ruins and becoming helpers in the ceremony presided over by Mr. A.
If the ceremony could be launched after the New Year, it would be even more spectacular... But Triss's resistance grew stronger, agents like Capin and Barron died one after another, and official Beyonders began to pay attention to the various conditions in the East District. The parliament even prepared to formulate an environmental protection plan...
She looked around and saw that there was no one alive on the street.
"That's about it. Next, let the poisonous fog spread on its own, let the plague spread automatically, and it's time for me to leave the center of the stage..."
Feeling the rapid digestion of the "despair" potion in her body, Panatia nodded with satisfaction and walked towards another street. The black mist no longer appeared around her body, but the original deadly haze was still gradually spreading behind her, trying to reap more lives.
"I hope that Erin Watson doesn't die in this chaos, giving me the chance to return to Backlund and personally deal with this guy who infiltrated the sect..."
As Panatia entered a deserted alley, the thought just popped up in her mind when the angry face of "Erin Watson" appeared before her in the thick fog.
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North District, underground of St. Samuel's Church.
The team guarding Chanis Gate today is the Nighthawks led by Daly Simone. She is sitting quietly at the table in the duty room with a deck of tarot cards in front of her. Among them, the cards "Emperor", "Judgement", "Queen" and so on that have appeared in several "Tarot Trials" are placed separately, with some notes written by her underneath.
Several team members were sitting on the sofa nearby, some were reading newspapers that had not been updated for a long time, and some were playing single-player poker.
Suddenly, the lights in the room disappeared, as if swallowed by the darkness that suddenly appeared in a corner. All the night watchmen stood up instantly and looked there.
A moment later, an old man dressed in a black and red archbishop's robe walked out of the darkness. He had deep eyes and his hair and beard were extremely neatly groomed. He was Anthony Stevenson, one of the thirteen archbishops of the Goddess Church and the head of the Backlund Diocese.
"Your Excellency the Archbishop!"
Including Daly, several people extended their greetings to the saint, but at the same time, they were filled with deep doubts.
"Prepare the process. I need to awaken a sealed artifact, a level 0 sealed artifact."
St. Anthony gave the order without exchanging pleasantries.
After a brief moment of surprise, several personnel on duty sprang into action.
They did not know which "0" level seal was sealed behind the Chanis Gate. This was information that only the Pope and the Archbishop had the right to know, but the level "0" itself explained everything.
The highest level of danger, the highest level of confidentiality, cannot be inquired about, cannot be disclosed, cannot be described, cannot be spied on.
Looking at the busy Dai Li Simone team, Saint Anthony recalled part of the information about the seal:
Number: 17.
Danger level: Level 0.
He is a living angel who looks like a young and beautiful woman, with black hair and eyes, and does not have the angel wings recorded in the scriptures.
He has no ability to think or act independently, but anyone or any object that comes near him will completely disappear. Divination can confirm that they are still alive, but in a state where they cannot be located.
He first appeared in the Pale Age of the Fourth Epoch and was immediately taken in by the Church of the Evernight Goddess. In the church's records over the past thousand years, this "sealed object" has only been awakened six times. Today, He will be awakened for the seventh time to resolve the major disaster facing Backlund.
This is the second time this seal has been used this year alone. This is not a good thing...
This thought came into St. Anthony's mind.
When he communicated with the saints of the Storm and Steam Church, they all felt puzzled by the increasing number of high-threat, high-intensity mysterious events in recent years. They were like hot water that was already close to boiling point under the surface of calm, and would evaporate and explode with just the slightest disturbance.
At this critical moment, the "Singer of God" of the Storm Church was transferred due to dereliction of duty, the new "Deep Blue High Priest" has not yet taken office, and the Archbishop of the Steam Church lost his most important mechanical puppet in the process of exploring ancient ruins, and his combat effectiveness has inevitably declined.
Did the "Witch Cult" choose to launch the attack at this time because they knew all this?
Looking at the urgent telegram from Earl Hall's Mansion in his hand, and the brief message about the "Original Witch" Chick, he frowned.
After the guards were ready, Saint Anthony stuffed the telegram back into the pocket of his robe, stepped into the Chanis Gate, and quickly arrived at the second underground level.
He opened a secret passage somewhere and went to the small third floor alone, leaving Daly and others who had no authority there.
This small room, accessible only to the Archbishop, contains only three seals: "1-29", "1-80", and "0-17" under their protection and surveillance.
In reality, the first two seals were kept in the Backlund Diocese for "0-17," as otherwise their usefulness wouldn't be enough to occupy the precious parish seal quota.
Recalling the process of unsealing "0-17" again, Saint Anthony took a deep breath, drew a crimson moon on his chest, muttered the name of the goddess, and walked step by step towards "1-80". His figure became illusory and turned real several times, as if he was walking in a mirage.
"0-17" lay quietly inside "1-80", wearing a classical robe with a hood, with an expressionless face and half-open eyes, just like usual.
The next second, his eyelids opened completely, a strange color flashed in his black pupils, and then his entire figure disappeared in an instant.
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"slow!"
Spewing filthy devilish words, Angel looked hatefully at the "Lady of Despair" Panatia in the mist with his lava-colored eyes, embedding his anger and extraordinary power into her, causing her body in a white robe to become extremely slow.
"Bang--"
The "Good Luck" pistol, which had already been fired with the hammer infused with spirituality, fired with a force far greater than usual. The sixteen-fold increase made the bullet shoot out like a cannonball. Panatia sneered and summoned an ice wall to block the bullet, but the next moment she was blown to pieces along with the ice. Ice chips and glass fragments flew out radially and scattered all over the ground.
Her figure reappeared not far in front of her on the right. One of her eyes, as calm as a mirror, had cracked and was rapidly repairing itself.
The eyes of this witch are her own "magic mirror"!
She looked coldly at Angel who raised his gun and aimed again. Invisible threads extended forward and instantly bound the opponent's body, and the cursed black flames quickly surged along the threads.
Flame flashes!
Seizing this opportunity, Angel jumped to the black flame closest to Lady Despair without hesitation, raised his right foot, and was about to step on the ground to create biting ice.
"Cough, cough!"
She had already inhaled the poisonous mist and was already sick. As soon as she approached the other person, she felt a lump of phlegm in her throat. She coughed involuntarily a few times and stepped down with her right foot weakly, but nothing happened.
An absolute death zone has formed around this witch.
"Here, cough, spreading disease is prohibited!"
Coughing continuously, Angel spoke in the ancient Hermetic language he had just learned from Sherlock. Although it did not sound majestic or solemn, the ban still took effect quickly.
The iron-black mist around the two of them stagnated, and its color faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sunlight seemed to be a little more intense.
After Angel stopped inhaling the poisonous mist, his pneumonia was quickly healed by the flesh and blood of the "Rose Necklace". His throat no longer hurt and his breathing became smoother.
Sure enough, the combination of "Judge" and "Rose Bishop" can limit the fog of death around this witch!
Angel was just feeling happy when he saw Panatia, who had a holy face but cold eyes, also raised one foot and stepped down.
"Bang--"
Ice several times more powerful than when Angel used it instantly surged out of the ground, freezing the gradually dispersing haze around her and freezing her heart that had just become hot.
Coo, coo, coo?
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