Chapter 892: Will Tarot really reveal a witch?
A member of the Abraham family... Dorian Gray Abraham?
Angel's mind immediately came to the image of a middle-aged gentleman with broad shoulders, a prim attitude, and meticulous attire.
Last time, I took the opportunity of killing "Mr. X" to talk with him and learned about the history of Abraham and Tamara's family in the Fourth Epoch. We're even now. Now he's looking for me again. Could it be a new collaboration...
She thought about it over and over but couldn't figure out what kind of cooperation there was between her and this ancient but now declining family. However, since the other party had sent the invitation through Fors, she couldn't refuse directly. So she replied through Mr. Fool, agreeing to the meeting request, but the time needed to be decided separately.
After all, she still has too much to do.
After replying to Fors's "text message", Angel built an altar in the study and held a ceremony. He soon received the "Darkless Cross" bestowed by the Fool, along with an accompanying warning.
"Don't let it be exposed to reality for too long, otherwise Adam will track it down."
Ah... that being, could use this cross to track me? But if, as I suspected before, the Angel King deliberately let the cross come to me, and eventually fall into the hands of Mr. Fool, He should have known my location and that I was his follower... Angel frowned as he looked at the cross in his hand, covered in mottled copper rust and with sharp protrusions on the surface. He decided to sacrifice it to Mr. Fool immediately after using it to avoid any trouble.
Or maybe sell it to Mr. Sun sooner rather than later, and let Him slowly search for it in the God-Forsaken Land… She chuckled secretly, set the cross aside, and did not immediately attempt to separate the Beyonder characteristics. Instead, she found some letter paper and quickly wrote two letters: one to Leonard Mitchell, who also lived in Backlund, and Pallez Zoroast, who was parasitic on him; and one to Bernadette Gustave.
Like Klein, she also thought of asking these two beings for help.
The letter did not mention anything overly dangerous or sensitive, but only mentioned that George III was carrying out a plan involving nine ruins. I believe that with the knowledge of these two people, they will understand the whole truth at a glance.
Of course, the letter to Leonard also mentioned Sherman.
After sealing the envelope, Angel summoned the messenger with whom he had made a contract, and watched the big cat, whose body was completely black and whose eyes were azure blue, land lightly on the desk.
It first glanced at the bronze cross beside it, then looked at Angel and said in a rather shrill voice:
"Congratulations on becoming the 'Immortal' Witch. Of all the Sequence 3s I've ever met, you're probably the youngest... if we're just measuring physical age."
Didn't you say that the ceremony wasn't necessary... and I'm indeed much "older" than I look, probably a few thousand years older... Angel muttered as he handed the two letters to the other party, stating the identity and approximate address of the recipients one by one. The "Mysterious Queen" had an uncertain whereabouts, so she needed this witch cat to divine in the spirit world to confirm her location.
Seeing the black cat picking up the letter and preparing to leave, Angel couldn't help but ask:
"What is the attitude of the 'Witch Cult,' or your part, towards King Loen's impending deification?"
"Becoming a god?"
Wensa turned around, dropped the letter in his mouth, and asked in confusion.
It doesn't know? I thought Katarina would tell it... No, it didn't reveal Triss's location either, which means the connection between the two isn't as "close" as I thought, or maybe this messenger still has basic professional ethics... Angel pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and briefly told Wensa the information he had so far.
"'Black Emperor'... no wonder the royal family needs a large population. It turns out they're excavating ruins and holding sacrifices... You'd better stay away from this, lest you be drawn into the vortex and become a sacrifice in the birth of a god, losing even your name." Wensa paced back and forth on the desk, making a somewhat disturbing sound. "You must know that the birth and death of every god in the Fourth Epoch is accompanied by divine intervention, bloody wars, and the fall of angels. As a saint, you can only serve as cannon fodder."
"The gods have indeed intervened. Most of the righteous gods are watching this unfold, or perhaps they have expectations and investments," Angel said with a frown. "However, the 'Original Witch' doesn't seem to be happy about this. She doesn't want this 'Black Emperor' to succeed."
"You prayed to Him and received an answer?"
Wensa did not hide his surprise, but he seemed to have thought of something immediately and continued:
"No, it should be that divine vessel, Triss Chick... Did she receive help and hints?"
"You know it very well."
Angel responded with a small chuckle.
"No, I previously thought she was merely chosen as a vessel, branded by the ring... I never expected the 'Original Witch' to be able to respond to her prayers... You're right, this truly represents His attitude."
The black cat's whiskers trembled, as if it was considering something. After a moment, it continued:
"If that's the case, you might have a chance... The Black Emperor has nine mausoleums. Once He completes the ritual and possesses all Sequence 1 characteristics and the Uniqueness, killing Him will require destroying all mausoleums and erasing all traces of His existence. However, before the ritual is complete, even a small disturbance would be enough to cause His failure..."
A small disturbance... Angel's eyes lit up and he understood Wensa's hint.
George III and the royal family members who supported him sealed off the other eight completed mausoleums. Their purpose wasn't to conceal their intentions from the three major churches, but to protect these fragile mausoleums, scattered across various locations. Unlike the mausoleums that would guarantee the Black Emperor's resurrection after his godhood, these mausoleums were now incredibly fragile and formed the basis for the ascension ritual. Destroying just one would prevent George III from fulfilling the Black Emperor's ritual. Even if he had gathered all his Beyonder traits and prepared his own "kingdom" and subjects, he wouldn't be able to ascend safely.
By the time he had rebuilt the mausoleum, the other part of the ceremony, the "national sacrifice," might have been over, and he could only wait for the next opportunity.
Would Adam, who had become a true god by then, thanks to the tide sweeping the world, still wholeheartedly help him? Would the gods who had been watching or acquiescing still allow the emergence of a "Black Emperor" who couldn't even abide by the conditions of his own rituals?
If the timing was more fortuitous, and a mausoleum was destroyed at the critical moment when George III was about to take the potion to become a god, would it directly cause him to lose control, making it difficult for him to control the power of the potion, and he would be contaminated and destroyed by the alienated spirit in it, and completely lose the chance to become a god?
Angel's mind was full of thoughts, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this tactic was very feasible.
She had always felt that the plan to fight against George III, even if not counting the gods who supported him, was equivalent to facing many demigods and more than one angel from the royal family and the military, and facing countless high-level seals. The hope was very slim.
But on the other hand, as long as the goal is to destroy any mausoleum, the offense and defense will be completely reversed.
Our target can be any of the nine mausoleums, while the enemy will have to protect all of them. This will inevitably lead to their forces being dispersed. With clever timing, we can even concentrate our forces to destroy the target before they even react...
With the plan formed in his mind, Angel refocused his attention and was about to continue discussing the matter with Wensa when he suddenly discovered that the black cat had escaped into the spirit world and left.
You always run so fast, why don't you learn from Ms. Renette? As long as I don't hand over the gold coins, she can stare at me with her eight eyes all day long... Angel complained in his heart, picked up the "Darkless Cross" beside him again, and took out the extraordinary characteristics of "Manipulator" from the mirror space, trying to separate the other characteristics inside.
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Backlund North District, 7 Pinster Street.
Leonard had just returned to reality after finishing his Tarot reading. After discussing the second "blasphemous slate" with the "old man" in his body, he was about to leave the city and go to the suburban cemetery where ghosts and wronged spirits occasionally lingered to look for the spirit sealed in his teeth. He felt his spirituality touched and subconsciously opened his clairvoyance to look towards the hallway.
A huge black cat jumped out of the void and landed on the ground nimbly. After dropping the two envelopes in its mouth, it used its front paws to dig a few times, picked up another one, glanced at him contemptuously, and disappeared into the spiritual world.
Is this... a messenger?
Leonard was stunned for a moment, but he reacted immediately. He went forward to pick up the letter, looked at the signature on the envelope, and found that it was from Angel Granger.
"Tsk, how come both she and Klein have such strange... unique messengers?" Leonard muttered, thinking of his own surprise when he first saw the messenger holding four heads. "Is this one of the benefits given out when the Tarot Club was first established?"
"Don't let it hear you. That spirit creature has lived for at least a thousand years. Maybe it's a relic from the Fourth Epoch, just like me... Although it inevitably lost some of its Beyonder characteristics and power after becoming a spirit creature, it can still easily kill you with one claw."
The old voice in his head said.
"That seemingly harmless black cat is so powerful... He must be a demigod. What's his method?"
Leonard opened the letter and spoke in a low voice, afraid that the black cat hiding in the dark would hear him.
"If we limit it to the Saints, even if they transform into spirit creatures, only a few sequences can live for thousands of years. It's very likely that it was once an 'Immortal' witch."
Pales Zoroaster said carefully.
"A witch again! It seems the Tarot Club will really assign a witch to each of its veteran members. Klein has Angel, and Angel has this black cat... Um, a witch cat? But I..."
Mumbling, Leonard unfolded the letter, quickly scanned the contents, and suddenly froze.
"...You want me to contact that witch who escaped from the East District last time? She actually became an informant for the Church..."
He read it again in disbelief.
"Heh, isn't that a witch for you? Hurry up and praise your Mr. Fool."
Pales sneered in his mind, making Leonard's expression even weirder.
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As night fell, Angel threw down the "Darkless Cross" in his hand. While calming the agitated spirit in his body and soothing the Beyonder characteristics triggered by this seal, he looked helplessly at the "Manipulator" characteristic on the table that looked like a twisted brain.
She tried various methods, but couldn't make the "Manipulator" and the "Darkless Cross" stay together safely. The latter would naturally reject any nearby characteristics. Only when Angel held it directly in his hand could it be stabilized.
In this case, within a few hours, the "immortality" characteristic in her body would be released, and she would turn into the "despair" witch of Sequence 4 again, making it impossible for the "manipulator" to release other internal characteristics.
"According to this rule, I can only mix a 'Manipulator' potion, have someone take it, and instantly lose control and transform into a monster. Then, let it stay with the 'Undark Cross' to extract the corresponding characteristics from the organism... But this is too cruel. A human life in exchange for a Beyonder characteristic..."
Angel muttered, somewhat dejectedly considering whether it was feasible to sacrifice the cross and its Beyonder characteristics to the Fool and ask for His help.
Just then, her wandering eyes caught sight of the decorative mirror hanging on the wall of the study, and she suddenly had an idea.
A moment later, Angel, carrying the "Darkless Cross", left the mirror passage above the "City of Disaster" and slowly landed in the center of the dark city streets surrounded by various natural disasters.
The "person in the mirror" who looks just like her and has a smile on his face is waiting for her here.
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