Chapter 367 Choice
Without the help of auxiliary materials, without the corresponding promotion ritual, coupled with the exhaustion of spiritual energy, he was on the verge of losing control...
It's a miracle that this promotion was successful!
But Angel knew that this "miracle" would not last. Her arms were still covered with black lines like oil paint, and the remaining spirituality in her body was running around uncontrollably. Perhaps in the next second, her fragile mind and body would collapse, and she would die directly, or turn into a madman who only knew how to kill.
But before that, she was able to control the diseases spread by the "Lady of Despair" around her.
Not only around her body, under the strange amplifying effect of the sapphire ring, she could almost sense the smog in the entire East District, as well as the deadly bacteria and viruses mixed in it. They continued to spread around three base points, and the center was herself, or the location where Ms. Despair was just now.
So this lady said that wearing the ring and taking the extraordinary properties can stop the smog?
Not knowing how long this situation would last, Angel stopped thinking about it and quickly became familiar with the extraordinary abilities of the Witch of Pain.
She immediately realized that it was impossible to eliminate the deadly smog that had spread throughout the East Side and the docks, even crossing the Tussock River and heading south. "Lady Despair" Panatia had merely used a large-scale ritual and her own extraordinary abilities to mix disease-causing pathogens into the fog, rather than creating a widespread smog out of thin air.
So even if the culprit that caused the deadly disease has disappeared without a trace, the out-of-control poisonous fog will not dissipate on its own, but will continue to infect everyone who comes into contact with it and inhales it into their bodies, until the fog is slowly diluted as it spreads and the germs gradually die in the sunlight.
Before that, I don’t know how many more victims will appear...
Fortunately, it cannot be "deleted", but it can be "replaced".
With the extraordinary instinct of "pain", Angel immediately found an alternative method. She used the new pathogens generated by her extraordinary ability to replace the original pathogens in the poisonous fog, turning these pathogens that could easily kill people into ordinary pathogens that only cause itchy skin and constant coughing.
This act, which probably required a demigod to complete through a pre-prepared ritual, became easy with the help of the sapphire ring.
This ring is likely a Mystical Item of a fairly high Sequence... According to the Church's classification, it's at least a Level 1 Sealed Artifact, possibly even a Level 0... But it can cause the wearer to become delirious like Triss, even engaging in actions they're unaware of. Wearing it could be extremely dangerous...
With this in mind, Angel quickly took off the sapphire ring on his finger as the haze around him changed from iron black to a less deadly-looking light yellow.
At the same time, the power that supported her to complete the action of "replacing" the germs in the smog also left her body along with the ring.
She was still kneeling on the corpse-strewn street, her body covered in black paint-like patterns. Her long hair, which had turned black again, was entwined and thickened, with eyes growing on the tips like poisonous snakes, and her mouth was wide open, dancing as if it had a life of its own.
Even if she hadn't swallowed the Beyonder characteristic, she was already on the verge of losing control amidst her severe injuries. Furthermore, directly swallowing the characteristic to "promote" herself in this situation...
There were no auxiliary materials, no promotion ceremony. If it weren't for the power of the sapphire ring, if it weren't for the mysterious and powerful woman standing by her side, using special methods to maintain her sanity, she would probably have turned into a wriggling monster long ago.
But even so, she knew that there was only one ending waiting for her.
Angel looked at the hooded woman with clear eyes and said softly:
"Finally, let me die like a human being."
Three months ago, in the basement of the Blackthorn Security Company, Dunn had also pleaded with "Sword of the Goddess" Cecima, and then personally killed the out-of-control Old Neil, allowing him to maintain the last bit of dignity.
There seemed to be an inexplicable emotion in the hooded woman's eyes. She nodded slowly, and stretched out her fair and delicate right hand, pointing at Angel's chest.
The next moment, Angel closed his eyes.
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"boom--"
Klein closed his eyes in the intense flash of light.
The power of the curse contained in the "Master Key" was far beyond his imagination. The sudden violent explosion not only "polluted" the countless wronged souls in the altar, easily tore apart the light curtain protecting the altar, interrupted the ceremony that was rapidly absorbing the wronged souls, but also aroused a huge impact, sweeping across the entire altar and the entire hall, causing the huge stone pillars that had become fragile over a long history to collapse, raising clouds of dust.
Two blurry figures teetered in the raging wind and waves. One of them gathered a thick cloak of flesh and blood to resist the explosion and debris, but was directly knocked down by the falling stone pillar. The other was blown into the corner of the wall by the hurricane as if he had no weight, and smashed into the stone wall, becoming a tattered paper figure.
The real Klein appeared behind the broken stone pillar, curled up to avoid the strong wind caused by the altar explosion.
Without further confirmation, he was certain that the divine descent ceremony presided over by Mr. A was completely ruined.
In the spiritual vision, no more wronged souls were pouring into the broken dome above. The dead who had nowhere to go were now floating above the ruins, almost forming a dark cloud that blocked out the sunlight.
Through the blasted stone door, he could see the eastern district of Backlund in the distance. The floating souls of the deceased had ceased to increase, and the ominous iron-black fog gradually returned to a pale yellow background. It was the "normal" smog he was accustomed to, with the pungent smell of chemicals but not lethal.
Angel...she successfully stopped the actions of "Lady Despair"?
Before Klein could think, he saw Mr. A, not far behind him, digging through the rubble and crawling out from beneath a collapsed stone pillar. He had lost his left arm in the explosion, and half of his handsome, feminine face was missing, revealing his jawbone. His one remaining eye, filled with hatred, stared in his direction.
His flesh and blood squirmed to fill the wounds. Although he could not regenerate the lost arm immediately, several wounds had stopped bleeding.
This terrifying recovery ability...
As soon as Klein glanced at Mr. A, he immediately assessed the situation and, without hesitation, ran out of the hall.
The Aurora Society's divine descent ceremony has been disrupted and the most important goal has been achieved. If he stays, will Mr. A calmly invite him to dinner?
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Far away in the Red Rose Manor, on the outskirts of Backlund, Prince Edessac Augustus stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the tanning room, his lifeless eyes gazing towards the city in the distance.
The dust stirred up by the meteorite that just fell near the manor has not yet settled, and Triss's "goodbye" before leaving is still echoing in his ears, but his life has come to an end.
"Your Highness, please hurry up."
Behind him, the old butler Finkel urged impatiently.
Everything was happening too fast. The sudden arrival of the meteorite, the disappearance of the witch, and the ominous black fog above the city all made the "Punishment Knight" who was sent by the royal family to "protect" His Royal Highness the Prince a little worried.
He could only follow the orders that had already been issued, use the bullet that could obliterate the prince's spirit to force him to commit suicide, and then quickly leave Backlund and flee to the overseas colonies to avoid being discovered by subsequent investigations.
"Your Highness, do it!"
Seeing that Edsak was holding the revolver and was hesitant to move, he used his extraordinary ability to urge him further.
The prince, who was bewildered by the witch, turned around and looked at him coldly, then finally raised his hand, broke the hammer, and put the long barrel of the gun against his chin with his backhand.
“Click——”
The expected gunshot did not come, and the hammer hit the primer, making a crisp sound.
Misfire?
Finkel was stunned. These were precious ammunition worth a hundred pounds each.
“Click, click, click.”
Edsak pulled the trigger quickly one after another until every bullet was fired by the hammer, but they were all duds?
A drop of cold sweat broke out on the Sequence 5 Beyonder's forehead. He subconsciously took two steps back, away from Edessack, who had lowered his pistol and revealed a strange smile.
The prince's straight riding suit and trousers squirmed and turned into a thick black windbreaker. The hairline of his short black hair moved back, and his gray eyes became deeper.
"Let's do it?"
His tone was playful as he winked at his left eye, and the tanning room instantly became pitch black.
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West End, Baron Langdon's Mansion.
A four-wheeled carriage with its emblems removed was parked at the back door of the spacious courtyard. Two servants were busy loading boxes onto the carriage. The coachman was urging them on anxiously, and from time to time he stood on the carriage and looked around, as if he was on guard against something.
"I didn't expect that returning to my own home would be like being a thief..."
Sylvia Langdon, who had changed into a light long dress, looked out the window in the carriage, carefully counting the number of boxes put on the car, muttering to herself.
"Luckily, I was prepared. I replaced most of the paintings and antiques with easily portable jewelry and gold. Humph, I knew that guy wouldn't care about the identity I've cultivated in Backlund for years..."
She moved her lips almost silently as she complained the last half of the sentence, as if she was afraid that "that guy" would hear it.
Seeing the two servants panting as they carried the last heavy box onto the carriage, she looked around, sent the other servants away, took out a letter and said to her personal maid who had not yet boarded the carriage:
"If the police, no, anyone, comes to see me, give him this letter."
Then she urged the driver to drive out of her backyard and head towards the suburbs along a busy street.
Standing by the open car door, looking at the Langdon family gradually moving away, Sylvia's face inevitably showed a trace of loneliness.
That was a manor and villa worth over 10,000 pounds, as well as several Backlund properties belonging to "Baroness Langdon," a large tract of land in East Chester County, shares in a portion of the factory, and even an anthracite coal company that had recently invested in accordance with environmental protection policies.
Compared to the gold and jewels on the carriage, those were the foundation of her ability to gain a foothold in Backlund's upper class.
At this point, she could only take less than one-tenth of her property with her to escape Backlund. She couldn't even take her maid with her!
With a heavy sigh, Sylvia closed the door under the concerned look from the driver, sat back in her seat, closed her eyes slightly, and thought about her next move.
Triss is nowhere to be seen, and Prince Edessak will probably be silenced by the royal family to cover up everything. The smog in the East District obscures the sky, and the real "silencing" must have begun. As for whether Mr. A can successfully summon the "True Creator", only he cares.
Even if the official Beyonders started to act, their first target would definitely be the ruins in the eastern suburbs and the toxic smog in the eastern district. By the time they reacted and started arresting members of the Aurora Society and the Witch Cult in the city, it would have to be at least the next day.
Based on this, it was reasonable for him to risk returning to the manor to retrieve the necessary belongings before fleeing the Kingdom of Loen and heading to Intis... and indeed, no one tried to stop him. Even the street patrols had gathered on the east side of the west district to maintain order.
"Everything is going very well, and it's time for me to leave."
Her tone was a little sad and a little relieved.
Then, the corners of the Witch of Joy's tightly pursed lips suddenly curled up slightly.
"Besides, this is also the choice of the times..."
She added silently in her heart.
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