Chapter 368 "Witch" and "Red Priest"
The moment he opened his eyes, Angel knew that he had made the right bet this time.
Of course, she didn't think too much when she rushed towards a high-sequence witch without hesitation. She just wanted to stop the continued spread of the toxic smog and delay it for a while so that Ms. Arianna could reach the East District.
But it is hard to say whether she would have faced another death without hesitation if she had not experienced the "resurrection from the dead" incident of Tingen's God Descent.
The only question now was, would he be in a coffin, or would he be taken to the "Holy Temple" of Wintershire again?
Trying hard to open his eyes, Angel turned his head and looked around, but it seemed as if something was blocking his vision, and everything he saw was pitch black.
"My eyesight hasn't recovered yet? Or maybe I've been affected by some extraordinary power?"
She tried to reach out her hand in front of her eyes, only to find that she was still lying on the ground. She quickly used her hands and feet to get up and stand firmly.
The ground was covered with soft soil, and it even smelled a bit like the fragrance after rain. But when Angel rubbed a piece of soil and held it in front of his eyes, he could barely see his three fingers and the black spot sandwiched between them.
There's no problem with my eyesight... so it's the dark vision that's not working?
Am I in some pitch-black basement again, just like when I first came into this world, and this time I even have no dark vision?
With some fear, he recalled the night when he first arrived in Tingen. Angel tried to summon the cursed black flame, but found that his spirit had no reaction. Not to mention the black flame, not even a flame appeared around him.
It's like I've become an ordinary person without taking the potion...
Thinking of this, she no longer tried to wait there, but groped her way forward. She soon found herself in a pit with gentle slopes on all sides. The upper edge of the pit was illuminated by a ray of red light, allowing her to identify the direction instead of spinning in circles at the bottom of the pit.
The soil at the edge of the pit kept sliding down under her footsteps. Fortunately, although she no longer had extraordinary abilities, she still had the physical strength of a normal person. She quickly dug out of the shallow pit by digging into the soft soil. The moment her sight left the deep pit, Angel saw the first ray of light after waking up.
It was the scorching glow of lava surging from the depths of the broken mountains in the distance.
At that moment, Angel understood her situation: she was most likely no longer in Loen, or even in the Northern Continent.
Even though she had only been in this world for a few months, she knew that there was no such huge active volcano in the entire northern continent, let alone in Loen or near Backlund.
"I can't be in the location of Mr. Sun's Silver City, right? It doesn't seem to belong to the North or South Continent. He also said that the area outside the city is always in darkness..."
Angel joked to himself as he left the pit and looked around in the dim light of the lava in the distance.
This is a dirt-paved street that can only accommodate three carriages abreast. On both sides are buildings of peculiar styles. They are built with long stone slabs and attached to stone pillars. The mud on the joints is already a bit mottled, and the shadows on the surface sway strangely in the dim firelight.
Angel, lacking knowledge of history and geography, could not determine which country or era the style belonged to. If she were asked to describe it based on her existing memories, it would be more like "ancient Greek style."
Walking among these stone buildings, she thought for a moment that she was back on Earth, among the ruins of ancient European cities.
Until I met a figure standing in the shadows at the corner of the street.
The lack of security due to not being able to use her extraordinary abilities made her immediately alert, but the figure did not react at all to the visitor. He just lowered his head, turned his back to the volcano in the distance, and stood quietly.
"Hello?"
Realizing that she needed to find a living person as soon as possible to understand her current location and relevant situation, she hesitated for a moment and took the initiative to speak and say hello.
Of course, she used Loenese... If that didn't work, she also knew some Feysac and Intis, and could always establish effective communication with strangers.
Attracted by her words, the figure slowly raised his head.
At this moment, a volcano behind Angel erupted with strong light, spewing out a large amount of bright yellow lava, illuminating the front of the mysterious figure.
The thin face was covered with black paint-like lines, and the long light golden hair almost covered the eyes. Between the hair, two blood-red eyeballs were slowly turning, their gaze locked on this side.
Angel shuddered as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe.
In front of her was another Angel Granger.
The moment she realized this, a huge suction force came from behind her, pulling her up from the muddy ground and flying backwards.
The "ancient Greek buildings" around me moved forward rapidly, and then came some kind of Gothic-style, low-rise houses similar to the Loen style, with round windows with stained glass and continuous battlements of red brick and green tile...
Finally, an invisible force pulled her down to the ground, and she fell on the same muddy ground as before.
Angel quickly got up and looked around. The various styles of street scenes flashed by. Some made her feel unfamiliar, while some made her feel familiar. But at this moment, there were no buildings around, only endless darkness.
Am I back in that pit again? Who was that "Angel" from earlier? He looks like me when I lost control, and his eyes are bloodshot, and he's uncommunicative. Could he be some kind of shapeshifting supernatural being?
While thinking, she looked down. She could hardly see her feet in the darkness, but there were two palm-sized cards on the ground compared to when she woke up.
No, those are two "tarot cards" that are emitting their own light!
Feeling some realization in her heart, she bent down to pick up the tarot cards, holding one in each hand and examining them closely.
One of them she had seen not long ago. The evil spirit possessing Raft Pound had shown her, Klein, and Miss Sharon a blasphemous card called "The Red Priest." The picture on it showed Emperor Roselle riding a chariot, looking at her seriously.
My eyes moved to the upper left corner, and there was indeed a line of text flashing there.
"Sequence 0: Red Priest."
Sure enough, the evil spirit didn't say a word about the so-called "reward", and the "Red Priest" was not in his hands at all.
Then the other one...
She looked at the other tarot card in her right hand with anticipation.
It depicts a woman in a white robe sitting sideways on a soft couch. She has a plump and elegant figure and wears a jeweled crown on her head, but her face is that of a man, Roselle Gustav. Unlike the majestic "Red Priest", this Emperor Roselle has a playful smile, as if dressing as a woman is a unique pleasure.
In the upper left corner of the Tarot card, there is also a line of flashing words:
"Sequence 0: Witch."
This is... Sequence 0 of the Witch Path, and it's also the deity worshipped by the Witch Cult. It's actually called this... Then where did the prefix "Original" come from?
As if sensing her gaze, the tarot card revealed deep purple light, just like the color of her eyes.
These lights condensed into an illusory book composed of multiple tarot cards in Angel's palm. It flipped through the pages quickly and appeared in front of her. On it were many poses of Emperor Roselle wearing different costumes.
There was Roselle, wearing a cloak and leaping from the sky with a dagger in hand; there was Roselle, with a cold smile on his face, whispering to others sideways; there was Roselle, wearing a long dress, holding a crystal ball for divination...
Emperors Roselle, with different appearances, clothing, movements and expressions, passed by her one by one, accurately describing the name of the potion of this path.
Assassin, instigator, witch, joy, pain, despair, immortality...
Not only the names, but also their characteristics and potion recipes appeared one by one between the pages.
Angel opened her eyes wide, memorizing these contents, but soon, her forehead began to throb with pain. This was the first time she felt "pain" after entering this magical place.
Spirituality... The spirituality that remained motionless when he tried to use his extraordinary abilities was actually about to be exhausted?
As soon as this thought flashed through Angel's mind, the "Witch" card and the "Red Priest" card seemed to be pulled away from her as if the moist earth beneath her feet and the darkness around her were pulled away.
When she felt dizzy and fell on her back, her eyes finally glanced at the sky, the sky that she had subconsciously not observed.
The sky was full of twinkling stars, which seemed to be very close. The moon was no longer crimson, but had a pale surface. A ravine that seemed to tear the entire surface of the moon stretched across the center of the pale moon.
Not Crimson Moon?
The last thought in her mind disappeared without a trace as the cold and darkness came.
Changed it, changed it
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