Chapter 573 Promotion to "Despair"
As the potion entered his throat, Angel immediately felt a chill spreading from his throat to his stomach and then deep into his soul.
This was completely different from the burning sensation she felt when she was promoted to the Witch of Pain, and the licking of external flames. It gave her a painful feeling as if her soul was frozen.
She could feel the long light golden hair on the back of her head tied into braids as thick as fingers, merging into strange shapes with smooth surfaces and single eyes at the ends, like tentacles with their own life.
With the help of these extra "eyes," Angel saw Klein approaching from behind, his face serious and with a hint of fear in his eyes. He had also regained his "German" appearance, wearing ill-fitting clothes and holding "Groselle's Travels" in his hand, as if he was ready to block his view at any time.
She saw the headless messenger Renette Tinicole floating in the sky, who had just used her blonde head to block a blow for her. Her eight red eyes looked at her, and her four beautiful but pale faces were expressionless.
She saw the front of the "Queen Anne's Revenge", which had been freed from its stranded state not far away, become translucent, gradually swallowing up the "Red-haired Lady" whose deck had been destroyed and masts were broken. On the side of the ship, Anne with black hair and golden eyes stared at this side in a daze, raised her right hand lightly, and golden light continued to emerge from her palm.
They all care about me... Angel felt slightly relieved. She began to look around herself from this unique perspective and was surprised to find that, similar to the previous promotions, various patterns like oil painting colors appeared on the surface of her skin again. Her open eyes turned black, covering all the pupils and whites of the eyes.
But unlike before, she realized that this change was not "out of control", but the erosion of some special force, or a blessing?
Angel suddenly discovered that this power had an inexplicable connection with the "disaster" that he had used many times.
The moment she discovered this connection, she felt as if her spirit, mind, and even her body, which she could no longer control, were put into a blender and pulverized into pieces. The tearing sensation made her scream in agony.
“…”
The spirit did not roar, and its body just stood there, maintaining the posture of its skin covered with lines and hair shaped into tentacles.
Only then did she notice that her spirit had once again left her body and was floating above it.
The pain that had just torn her soul was gradually fading away, and a completely new thought was forming. She looked down at the beach below, at the gullies caused by the battle, the gravel melted by the magma, the collapsing rock wall nearby, and the demigod Zatvin who was gradually dying, looking at the disaster she had created with her own hands.
Once again...on the verge of losing control?
Angel recovered slightly from the pain and immediately denied this possibility. She realized that this was a side effect of taking the "Despair" potion. After experiencing similar experiences several times, she had come to understand that the remaining spirit in the potion was trying to occupy her body and squeeze out her original self with its cold divinity.
What she has to do is to take back "herself" and return to her body!
Closing his eyes, Angel began to feel the different gazes around him.
The most eager, hateful, and desperate gaze came from Zatvin, the demigod of the "Rose School" who had just been shot through the heart by Angel and was about to die. He had already closed his eyes, and most of his disintegrating body had turned to ashes, but the despair from the depths of his soul still bound Angel tightly, causing her spirit to rise and leave the body. The trend was significantly slowed down.
No, that's not enough...
Only half of the demigod's despair belonged to himself; the other half was shared among Klein, Reinette, Anne, and even the giant black hand that left in a hurry.
Angel thought of the other enemies who died at his hands.
"King of the North" Jurisian died from the "betrayal" of his own head. Although the resentment and despair were just false realities in the book, Angel felt them deeply.
Pierce Turner, a senior deacon of the Nighthawks who failed to be promoted and mutated out of control, took the "disaster" on his own initiative and received the long-awaited death. The despair that remained after his relief, though small, also condensed his life.
Most importantly, it was the "truth" that "Adam" told me through his warm face and words as cold as a knife, the "fantasy" that made me deny myself and fall into despair...
Am I really “me”?
Angel felt confused for a moment.
This emotion that shouldn't have appeared immediately made her rise faster. It seemed as if dark clouds appeared in the sky, with a dark red light as sticky as blood surging in it, which was attracting her at an accelerated rate.
However, besides this despair, there are other sights...
Angel looked down again, and saw Reinette's eight scrutinizing eyes, Anne's concerned golden pupils, and...
Aside from Zatwin, the biggest restraint and control she had was from the concern and worry in Klein's brown eyes.
The gaze that seemed to be tangible tightly bound Angel's spirit that was constantly floating upwards, gradually pulling her back to the body below.
That was the light that belonged to her alone in the midst of despair.
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Holding Groselle's Travels tightly, Klein quickly walked behind Angel and stopped less than five meters away.
If we go any further, I'm afraid our safety will be unguaranteed... He narrowed his eyes and stared at the thick, pale golden tentacles behind Angel's head.
Every time the eyes at the end of the tentacle, which had its own life, opened and the bloodshot eyeballs looked at him, Klein felt dizzy, his body stiffened, and his skin tightened as if hardened.
The sheer number of eyeballs and tentacles terrified him. He felt as though these freely moving creatures would burrow into his mouth, nose, and ears in the next second, just like those horror movies he'd seen in his previous life...
He would occasionally use a hard book to shield his face and block the incoming sight, but he couldn't help but peek in.
It wasn't until those tentacles turned back into soft, long hair and the skin on Angel's ears, neck, and wrists returned to its whiteness that Klein was finally certain that she had successfully taken the potion, completed the ritual, and been promoted to Sequence 4.
The Sequence 4 Witch of Despair...
Even though their relationship was incredibly close, Klein couldn't help but look at Angel's back with awe. He looked at the lover who had joined the Nighthawks with him, traveled to Backlund with him, and come to the sea with him. He had always been by his side, always one step ahead of him.
Suddenly, the thin figure of the woman in front of me swayed and seemed to fall.
Klein immediately threw down Groselle's Travels and reached forward to support Angel.
"I'm fine..."
Before he could help her, Angel had come to his senses and stood still on the beach.
She looked around in surprise, and finally looked at Klein. There seemed to be a hint of black in his purple eyes, which was the spirituality that had not yet been restrained after the promotion and was still dissipating.
Only then did Klein realize that Angel's appearance, without the "Faceless Man" disguise, had also changed significantly due to the effects of the potion.
The exposed skin of her face, neck, and hands was clear and fair, like a child untouched by the wind and frost of a child. Her neck, slender and graceful above her shirt, resembled a swan's. The position and size of her facial features remained unchanged, yet now they seemed meticulously sculpted anew, their combination emanating an indescribable charm. Her eyes were as deep as a purple ocean, the spiritual darkness slowly dissipating within them, replaced by a captivating radiance that captivated Klein, making him unable to look away.
As if she felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, Angel turned slightly to the side. The rays of the morning sun shone on her face, making her whole body seem to be coated with a layer of light golden light, making her look even more beautiful and charming.
What surprised him most was that Angel seemed to be a few centimeters shorter, making her fit him better.
If he hadn't witnessed her promotion with his own eyes, Klein would have suspected that he was already seeing another witch.
"What's wrong?" Angel asked with a slight frown, "Let's leave quickly. I'm afraid Aquaman will be here soon."
This is the Angel I know... Klein chuckled secretly and looked away with difficulty, looking up at the sky.
Reinette above slowly floated down, and the four blond heads spoke one after another:
"Already..." "Safe..." "Remember..." "Ten thousand..."
After a moment of stunned silence, the first person who spoke first reacted and added:
"gold……"
After saying that, she disappeared right in front of them.
Ten thousand gold coins...
The joy of the two men defeating their powerful enemies and successfully gaining promotions was immediately overwhelmed by the heavy debt. They quickly picked up the newly extracted Beyonder Characteristics, a strange scale, and the stolen "Creeping Hunger" from the "Zat Ashes" that had turned into a handful of dust, leaving not even a bone, and then ran together towards the "Queen Anne's Revenge" on the seashore.
Thunder roared in the distance, dark clouds rolled in, and "Poseidon" was about to descend here.
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As the Queen Anne's Revenge slowly sailed into the spirit world surrounded by green phosphorescence, a tall middle-aged man with thick dark blue hair descended from the dark clouds and just witnessed the wooden sculpture at the stern of the pitch-black warship enter the spirit world and disappear.
The timing is just right...
The Cardinal of the Church of Storms, Archbishop of the Rorsted Archipelago, and high-ranking deacon of the Mandated Punisher, Sea King Yann Kottman stood in mid-air, glaring down at the people below.
But he was careful not to direct his anger towards the area that was still flashing with phosphorescence. He just looked at the withered woods and grass on the mountain, at the cliff that had been bombarded by countless artillery shells, and at the stone wall that had only a small hole but had collapsed inside and was almost hollow.
With his eyes, which flashed with lightning and could monitor the area around Bayam, he memorized all the participants in the battle.
A massive black hand, composed of the power projected by a powerful being, created a dead zone in vain, ultimately leaving with only the demigod, who clearly belonged to the "Rose School." This power felt unfamiliar to Cotman, but his mind quickly locked onto a name:
"Divine Evil" Suea, the leader of the "Rose School", an evil angel.
When Kottman struck the giant black hand with lightning from mid-air, the strange spiritual creature that helped him attack the opponent was also very powerful, but it seemed that its body and strength were not complete, so it fought with part of the power projected by the angel for quite a while, but there was no winner.
The last battleship to join the battlefield... could it be the legendary "Ghost Empire"?
As soon as this thought came to Yann Kautman's mind, he smiled self-deprecatingly and denied the possibility.
It’s so small that it can’t even be called a “ghost town”.
But she, no, He still has angel-level power, and it is complete power... Who is this "arbitrator" angel who has never appeared in the internal information of the Storm Church?
Courtman deliberately slowed down and waited for the man to leave before "rushing" to the scene, feeling full of doubts.
He cast his gaze towards the sea below the cliff, where a red sailboat had been stranded, but now it had disappeared.
Courtman didn't recognize the small boat, but the sailors hiding in the inner cabin were obviously not qualified to participate in the battle. He could ask the Punishers to investigate later.
On a nearby beach, two Mid-Sequence Beyonders engaged in a brief but fatal battle with another demigod from the Rose School. Ultimately, the demigod died in a ray of light brimming with destructive energy. Before he turned to ashes, a Mid-Sequence Beyonder took the potion in front of him and completed his ascension.
As far as he knew, only when one ascended to a demigod would it be necessary to use a demigod as part of the ritual.
Even if it was only for a moment, he still saw the woman who had been promoted to demigod.
A Beyonder who was involved in the Bansy Harbor incident and was wanted by the Church of Storms, with a reward of 23,000 pounds. Even if she was not a High Sequence at the time, her information was qualified to be placed on the desk of "Sea King".
"Angelica Sage..."
Slowly, Courtman said her name.
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