Chapter 451 Death Language
After she had divined for herself and confirmed that the slight contamination on the back of her hand would not develop further and would not harm others, Angel returned to the port town with peace of mind. Otherwise, she was ready to turn into a "Siren" and swim back to the Middle Range Island to find the Storm Church to solve the problem.
On the way, she met Leighton and his group who came to mine. In order to prevent these people who dreamed of getting rich from actually digging through the rock wall and entering the depths of the heavily polluted mine, when passing by them, Angel used her "disease" ability to quickly make these twenty or so "gold miners" infected with a not-so-serious cold or pharyngitis. Seeing them suddenly feel unwell, they confirmed with each other with question marks, and then returned to the town regretfully, ending today's "work" early.
It should be all right in a day or two. By then, the Mandated Punisher should have arrived and put an end to all this... But perhaps after Pierce's death, they will no longer dream of getting rich and will wake up tomorrow, sell their worthless copper ore, and leave this sad place... I hope that the ore can provide enough money for their departure.
Angel smiled secretly and followed Leighton and others back to the town. This port town with a population of only more than a thousand people was still a peaceful scene at this time. The dream deeply rooted in people's hearts would not end in an instant. The solidified time could only be washed away by time, and slowly move forward.
But Angel didn't have that much time to wait. She bought a ferry ticket back to Middle Island in the afternoon and wrote a letter of complaint in advance, intending to report what happened here to the Church of the Storm as soon as she returned to Middle Island, asking them to send Punishers to clean up the pollution in the mine as soon as possible to prevent more victims from appearing.
Without Pierce's obstruction this time, they probably wouldn't mistake the extraordinary incident for a gas leak... Although the official Beyonders themselves often use this excuse to cover up excessively noisy extraordinary incidents...
Angel finished her last meal on Pala Island in the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel, complaining about the lame excuses of the three major churches. She packed her luggage, went to the pier, and waited for the ferry in the lounge. At this moment, she was somewhat thankful that the residents of the island had not yet fully woken up from their dream, otherwise the large number of tourists leaving would probably crowd the boat, and she might not even be able to buy a ticket to return on the same day.
The blood accumulated in Angel's stomach after the meal made her feel drowsy. The warm sunlight from the rare bright sun on Pala Island near the raging sea became the best sleeping drug. She closed her eyes unconsciously and fell into a light sleep.
The cold touch on her wrist woke her up again. This familiar feeling made Angel sigh softly, stand up from the chair, and look at the man in the windbreaker who suddenly appeared behind him.
"Thank you, thank you for killing 'me' and preventing him from causing more harm."
Pierce, his face clear under the warm but illusory sunlight, took off his hat, bowed, and spoke softly. His voice was gentle and calm, completely different from the sharp metallic tone before.
He was not tall, had short dark brown hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a light mustache on his upper lip. He was about forty years old.
"Pierce Turner," Angel nodded and called out the other person's name, "Is this the real you?"
"Yes. After I failed to advance, he almost took over everything I had. I fought for control with him several times, but failed every time. I think even my attempt to manipulate Leighton and the others to dig the mine was done with his tacit approval," Pierce replied with a wry smile. "Thankfully, you finally dealt with this demon. Even if he can't attack in reality, in dreams, he's still powerful enough to rival a Saint."
"You have Ms. Arianna to thank."
Angel replied calmly.
"That holy emblem?" Pierce nodded, reaching out and drawing a crimson moon on his chest. "Praise the Goddess, its effect has indeed completely suppressed my other self. It's a shame I can't thank Her Highness Arianna in person. Please send my Beyonder characteristics back to the temple and tell them what happened here. I believe they will give you the reward you deserve."
I would have done the same even without you telling me the reward... It would seem like I'm returning the Beyonder characteristics just for the extra reward. Besides, it's been contaminated and turned into a Sealed Artifact with unknown negative effects. I don't dare to use it at all... Angel complained in his heart and nodded calmly in agreement.
"The last bit of my power in the dream is about to disappear. Do you have anything else to ask?"
Seeing Angel agree, Pierce was obviously relieved and his smile became even wider.
"Do you have anything else you want to say to your family or friends? I can convey it to you."
"I am not married, and my parents have long passed away. If I am to leave behind anything, let my failure serve as a warning to future generations."
Angel was somewhat moved by this senior deacon who was alone and dedicated everything to the goddess and the church. She was silent for a moment before continuing to ask:
"The extraordinary creature that broke into Pala Island a few months ago, is it real?"
Now that she has figured out everything that happened here, what she cares about most is naturally the clues about the "Gazer". After all, she originally came to the vicinity of Zhongcheng Island to track down clues about this extraordinary creature.
"Yes, most of what he said was true. He only lied about the crucial point, which was the 'ratio' between him and me," Pierce replied, his speech gradually increasing in speed. "There are many of its kind on the island southwest of Hakata Harbor, but these belong to the memories of extraordinary creatures. The time is uncertain, perhaps a long time ago."
As he spoke, he showed the topography of an unnamed island in his dream. It was as if he was looking out from the spiritual world, causing the shape of the island to be somewhat distorted, but one could still make out a huge ship stranded beside the island.
"Is this the extraordinary material you need for your subsequent potions?"
Pierce asked softly as he waved his hand to disperse the scene. His figure began to fade, and the illusory sunlight behind him passed through his body and sprinkled on the ground of the dock.
"I will use this to advance to Sequence 4."
Angel answered frankly that the senior deacon in front of her was about to die, and there was no need for her to hide it.
"May the goddess bless you and make your advancement smooth," Pierce said calmly, waving his hand once more to create a crimson moon. "Don't be like me, frustrated at the 'Corpse Collector' path and then failing at the 'Sleepless One' path."
I also hope everything goes well. Although the previous battle proved that the "Disaster" spell can cause fatal damage to the body of a demigod, the biggest problem is how to hit it. It is impossible for another demigod to take the initiative to catch the spell... Angel thought and asked casually:
"Frustrated?"
"Yes, it's also known as the Path of the God of Death. However, after Ince Zangwill failed to ascend, the Church conducted research and discovered that the failure rate of this path increases significantly when advancing from Sequence 5 to Demigod. Therefore, all subsequent Gatekeepers were required to remain at this Sequence or jump directly to the Night Watch. This makes the ritual more complex and unsuitable for the Gatekeeper's abilities. Aside from me, no one has chosen to continue the advancement process."
"The Path of the God of Death? Seeking advancement on the edge of the raging sea where the God of Death is suspected to have disappeared, leaving behind treasure?"
Angel asked back. She couldn't help but wonder if the various accidents that happened during the promotion of the senior deacon were due to the wrong choice of location for the ceremony.
"This does pose certain risks in terms of mysticism, but Pala Island is far from the mainland and has little communication with the surrounding area, making it a good location for the ceremony. Furthermore, the Raging Sea was in a relatively calm period at the time. I didn't expect that everything would change the day I took the potion..."
Pierce seemed reluctant to discuss this topic that made him extremely regretful. He shook his head and stopped talking. Just when Angel thought the conversation was about to end, he suddenly asked with a puzzled expression:
"Where did that powerful charm you used this morning come from?"
"It's called the 'Disaster' charm. If you hadn't caught it directly, it wouldn't have been so effective."
Angel replied, not intending to tell the other party the origin of the talisman in detail because there was no more time.
Pierce's figure almost disappeared, and his voice gradually faded.
"'Disaster'... no wonder, it's similar to what I felt six months ago..."
Before he could finish his words, the last trace of this former senior deacon, the demigod who had gone mad due to failure in promotion, disappeared before Angel's eyes.
Why are you only saying half of the words... Angel was stunned and reached out to grab forward, but he woke up from the chair in the lounge at the sound of a whistle. A ferry with thick smoke was slowly approaching in the distance.
If Angel didn't know that the other party's spirit was contaminated and that communicating with him would harm him, he would even want to go back to the mine and communicate with Pierce to ask about the second half of the sentence he just said.
The "Disaster" spell is powerful and easy to make, but its side effects are unknown. This makes Angel want to understand the power behind the spell even more. But the meaning of Pierce Turner's previous sentence...
Could it be that the loss of control over his ritual half a year ago was related to the complex symbols discovered in Bansy Harbor?
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Taking the steam ferry, Angel returned to the port of the medium-range island before sunset. She quickly found the local Storm Church. Without bothering to ask someone to submit the letter on her behalf, she simply concealed her identity with the "hypocrisy" ring and stuffed the letter of complaint directly into the mailbox at the door of the church. In order to attract the attention of the priests inside, she even knocked on the door of the church twice, and then left quickly.
Hiding in the street corner, Angel saw a priest sticking his head out in confusion. With the guidance of a passerby, he opened the mailbox and took out the letter of complaint. Only then did he leave with peace of mind. He believed that with the efficiency of the punishers, the matter of Pala Island could be perfectly resolved in less than two days.
To prevent the Mandated Punishers from neglecting their attention, she first sent some low-sequence Beyonders to the mine. In her letter, she described in detail what was happening there, emphasizing the power of demigods.
Finally, the name "Angelica Sage" was left behind.
"I hope this report will stop them from adding extra money to my wanted poster... If the reward exceeds four figures, maybe that 'Flame' Danitz won't be able to resist reporting me..."
Angel muttered, having long forgotten the "whose bounty is higher" competition he had agreed upon with Klein.
She left the church and walked towards the pier, ready to buy the fastest boat ticket back to Bayam.
At this moment, the originally grayish white and light yellow colors of the walls of the buildings on the side of the road suddenly became bright and rich. The same was true of the clothes worn by passers-by. They walked slowly, passing through Angel's body, as if the two were no longer in the same world.
These colorful scenes, like oil paintings, moved downwards and gradually moved away. Angel then realized that he was floating in mid-air and there was a person beside him.
He was wearing a familiar tuxedo, a top hat, and had a bronze complexion. It was none other than Mr. Azik Eggers, whom he had not seen for half a month.
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