Chapter 464 The Ageless Witch
The trigger had been pulled to the limit, but the hammer had not fallen, igniting the primer and blowing Tracy's extremely fragile head into pieces while she was sleeping.
Because it has been tightly bound by silk threads that are completely invisible to the naked eye and cannot move.
Also unable to move were Angel's right hand holding the gun, her body which was exactly the same as Tracy's, and all parts of her body from the neck down.
Traces of binding appeared all over her body, leaving circles of fine indentations on her already tight-fitting shirt and tight trousers, making her graceful body even more alluring.
The same was true for Klein beside her. His golden-red dress wrapped around his legs like a corset, and the flower knot at the back of the belt was pressed tightly against his waist, almost flattening his chest, which was not very firm to begin with. The only eyes he could move looked at Angel, and he received a hint of signal from the other's eyes.
The next second, the flame of the candle in the candlestick on the wall suddenly grew and burned towards the invisible silk threads around it. In the firelight, strands of extremely thin silk threads like spider silk were revealed. However, to the two men's surprise, they were not afraid of fire and still bound them at an angle that was concentrated on the two men from all directions.
Even the silk thread created by the Sequence 4 "Lady of Despair" was not so powerful. Could it be the "Immortal" Witch... Angel immediately understood his current situation and activated the "Mirror Stand" without hesitation.
Once again, all the mirrors no longer accepted her spirituality and were no longer willing to be her substitute. Unlike when facing Panatia, even the magic mirror she carried on her body, which was soaked in her blood, was the same!
Klein was also trying to save himself. When he found that he couldn't burn the silk thread with fire, he immediately activated the "Flame Jump" and locked onto the candlelight at the other end of the "Black Death". He had to leave the captain's room, which was full of dangers, first, and then try to rescue Angel or ask Mr. Azik for help.
But just as this thought flashed through his mind, bright yellow flames surged out of his body and were immediately interrupted by his violent coughing. Amidst the splattering flames, his body was completely unable to move, his chest heaving violently. He opened his mouth with difficulty and coughed up clumps of dirty blood, which was as black as ink.
"Ahem—cough!"
He coughed and let out a cry of pain in Elaine's voice. Angel beside him was also flushed and coughed non-stop. Not only did she contract severe pneumonia within seconds, her body temperature was also rising. The high fever and difficulty breathing made it impossible for her to even activate the flame jump of the "Hypocrisy" ring.
Next to the two dying patients, the full-length mirror hanging on the wardrobe door flashed with light, and the surface became dark and deep, with countless things stacked and alternating inside, as if connected to another world.
A white hand stretched out from the mirror, stirring up layers of ripples as if penetrating the water surface, followed by a head with long black hair, a graceful body wearing a simple but holy white robe, and fair skin and legs with perfect curves.
A young woman with the same black hair and blue eyes as Tracy walked out of the mirror and slowly approached the two of them.
She looked with interest at "Tracy" and "Elaine" who were tied up with silk threads and kept coughing and gasping, and then looked at the real "Lieutenant General of Disease" who was sleeping at her feet. When she saw that she did not move, Tracy hummed softly and woke up slowly.
"Elaine... no..."
As if she had just escaped from a nightmare, Tracy murmured, opened her confused eyes, stood up from the carpet, looked around, and quickly locked her eyes with Klein, her face showing a mixture of pain and joy.
Then she looked at Angel next to her, and there was only hatred in the blue eyes that reflected her body.
Finally, her gaze rested on a woman in white robes who looked to be around thirty years old, but looked two years younger than her.
"Mother……"
She lowered her eyes and greeted him stiffly but respectfully.
"Tracy, I'm a little disappointed in you."
The woman in white robe kept her eyes locked on Angel and answered softly, taking two steps forward until she came in front of the two people standing bound.
"I know you still have the energy to listen to me, and I'm not interested in fortune-telling or communicating with the dead. So, whoever of you tells me the purpose of coming here first, I'll let the other one go."
She had a smile on her lips, and her eyes revealed a girlish joy, as if she was playing with a favorite toy. She stretched out her jade-white right hand and gently shook it. Angel and Klein were pulled by invisible silk threads and lined up in front of her.
At the moment of changing positions, from moving to still, Angel, who suddenly stopped coughing, burst out with bright yellow flames, and the silk thread that bound her tightened instantly, becoming tangled into a thin ball.
Klein's fingers trembled slightly, and a ball of fire appeared out of thin air behind the white-robed woman and in front of Tracy. Another "Tracy" stepped out from it, holding a dark red iron piece between her fingertips. Her arm left a shadow and pressed towards the slender back of the white-robed woman.
"Disaster..."
A spell in ancient Hermetic language was uttered. As long as enough spiritual energy was infused into it, this spell, which had been proven to be able to kill demigods, would take effect, destroying the first object or creature it touched.
But Angel didn't continue, because her hand stopped moving again when it was less than ten centimeters away from the other person.
One after another, silk threads wrapped around her body as if venting, leaving much denser marks on her clothes than before.
"I'm curious, what is the spell that made you give up your chance to escape and use it on me?"
The woman in white robe turned around, looking at Angel with inquiring eyes. Her face was flushed and she was almost suffocating due to the illness. Then she stretched out her hand and touched the talisman in her hand.
Her expression suddenly changed, and she quickly moved to Tracy's side, looking at the empty seat next to Angel.
The next moment, the dim candlelight in the lounge turned into bright colors like oil paintings, ripples floated in the void, and Azik Eggers, wearing a tuxedo, slowly walked out.
He adjusted his hat, then reached out and pressed Angel's shoulders. The silk threads that bound her seemed to be cut by an invisible sharp blade, and they scattered and fell to the ground. Angel's whole body relaxed and she regained her freedom. She coughed and looked at Klein behind her. The latter's restraints were also loosened in an instant, and he fell weakly on the carpet, using his hands and feet to barely support his body.
“It’s you…”
The white-robed woman didn't pay any attention to the two enemies who had regained their freedom. The moment Azik appeared, her eyes were locked on his face. At this moment, she murmured softly, with a look of surprise in her eyes, as if she had seen an acquaintance she hadn't seen for a long time.
"Do you know me?" Confused, Azik replied hesitantly, "I'm sorry, but I only have memories from the last few decades. If I've known you before, I hope you can remind me."
"With great pleasure," the white-robed woman replied with a chuckle. She waved her hand, and Angel's nagging cough eased considerably, giving Klein a moment to catch his breath. "If I knew they knew you, perhaps I would have been more friendly in receiving them."
Perhaps you will get rid of us before Mr. Azik arrives. Fortunately, I asked him for help before coming to the "Black Death"... Angel, who had regained some strength, complained in his heart. He used all his strength to activate the flesh and blood control ability of the "Rose Necklace" to repair his heart, lungs and other important organs. After he felt a little better, he immediately took off the necklace, hung it around Klein's neck, and helped him up from the ground.
As soon as she looked up, she saw Tracy's pale face and desperate eyes behind the woman in white robe.
“Remember this pain; it will make you grow and help you overcome obstacles on your path to advancement.”
Her "mother" glanced at her and spoke softly, then continued to look at Azik.
"The last time we met was over 1,300 years ago. Back then, 'Origin' and 'Death' jointly unleashed the 'Pale Disaster' on the Northern Continent, and together we fought against the Saints and Angels of the Goddess of Night."
The Pale Scourge... I remember Klein taught me that it was a massive disaster caused by the God of Death at the end of the Fourth Epoch. It was later rumored that the God of Death was killed by the Seven Gods, creating a raging sea that stretched between the northern and southern continents, and even leaving behind many legends of treasures... Angel ignored Tracy's murderous look and pressed Klein into the chair, watching his face, which quickly turned rosy under the treatment of the "Rose Necklace," still belonged to "Elaine."
No wonder Tracy looked like she was about to pounce on me and eat me up... An idea suddenly popped into her mind to help digest the potion.
"Pale Disaster..."
This word seemed to stir up memories deep in Azik's heart. He closed his eyes, lowered his head for a few seconds, and then asked hesitantly:
"You are Katerina Pelle? Are you already 'ageless'?"
"It is my honor to be remembered by the Balam Empire's 'Death Archon' for over a thousand years."
The white-robed woman called Catalina bowed slightly, her tone playful and her expression lively. She didn't look like a living fossil that had lived for at least 1,400 years, but rather a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.
The "Immortal" Witch, Sequence 3, seems to have a long lifespan of over a thousand years, and her mentality is also maintained well?
Remembering the sequence after "Despair" on the "Witch" card, Angel analyzed it secretly.
Angel had also heard of Mr. Azik's "Archon of Death" once. This was exactly what Azik himself had mentioned, the source of the "Night Pillar of Leus" in the Trier Catacombs. Leus in the Path of Death was also of this sequence, and he, no, "He" was most likely an angel.
So, Mr. Azik was already an angel 1,400 years ago...
As she thought about this, she felt that Azik's back in front of her was getting taller and taller.
"I thought that as the Archon of Death, you should have escaped the curse of the Undead stage, but it seems that you are still trapped in the repetitive reincarnation. Could it be that the fall of the God of Death has caused you harm?"
"I, I really can't remember..."
"Really? No wonder that powerful, cold-blooded man has become so soft-hearted now. The first thing he did when he came here was to save them instead of attacking me directly..."
"Cold, me? Is it because I've grown old?"
"Once you regain all your memories, you will be surprised at who you are now."
Azik and Katarina's conversation continued. Katarina pressed on, causing Azik to look pained. Then, he suddenly smiled and changed the subject:
"Then, Mr. 'Death Archon', who has forgotten everything, can you tell me why they came to assassinate Tracy? I believe she was careful enough not to provoke this 'Pain' Witch who does not belong to the Witch Cult."
After saying that, the "ageless" witch fixed her eyes on Angel behind Azik.
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