Chapter 412 Return to Bansi Harbor
Angel almost laughed out loud at the cautious middle-aged man holding five white candles in each hand.
If she wanted, she could immediately use the "Wind-loving" extraordinary ability of the "Rose Necklace" to blow the cold wind towards the other party, instantly extinguishing even ten burning candles, making this official extraordinary person of the Eighth Bureau disappear without a trace like those college students who were testing their courage, and no one would even remember that he had been there.
But after knowing that the other party belonged to the Trier officials, Angel no longer had the intention to kill him. After all, this man was also working hard to protect his city and country. There was no essential difference between him and the "Nighthawks" except for their affiliation.
"You think I can't blow out your candle like this?"
She was still harsh in her words.
"As long as I can't blow them all out at once, I can light them again." The man took two steps back, clearly not as fearless as his words suggested. "Besides, my teammates will be here soon, so you should..."
He didn't know how to threaten the witch in front of him who didn't even need to light a candle. After all, he was at an absolute disadvantage in the current situation.
"What? You know you can't do anything to me?" Angel chuckled and disappeared again. "Tell your teammates to focus on tracking down the witch named Severia. I'm not a member of the witch sect, and I won't appear in Trier again."
She slowly backed away from the small square where the "Chrismona Night Pillar" stood. The man from the "Eighth Inning" looked gloomily at the place where she had last made a sound. He did not make any further movements, holding a candle in each hand like a funny candlestick.
Angel didn't want to use the current brief advantage to ask more questions, or even reveal his official Beyonder identity to exchange information with each other.
But firstly, there were only a few minutes left until the time Mr. Fool had "foretold", and secondly, she was not sure whether the "teammates" he mentioned were on their way. If they were all "fortune tellers" like this man, and appeared directly in flames, they might delay her and make her miss the final opportunity to return.
Because of this concern, Angel didn't even light a candle. Instead, he used his special ability and, with the help of dark vision, quickly rushed to the corridor he had been to three days ago.
After turning the familiar right-angled bend again, the black line with a one-way arrow above was finally interrupted, the passage became narrower, the corpses scattered in the passage disappeared without a trace, and there were no more Intiswen nameplates in the tombs on both sides.
Finally... back to where I was three days ago...
Angel sighed and continued to move forward carefully, making the final confirmation.
In a stone chamber, she found the body of Bishop Miller, who had lost his extraordinary characteristics. Three days had passed, and the blood on Bishop Storm's robe seemed to have not dried yet, slowly flowing onto the stone floor.
After three days, even if it was in a dry underground, the body would have decayed to a certain extent, not to mention that the environment here is not that good... Angel curiously probed Miller's body with his feet and found that he didn't even show signs of rigor mortis, as if he had been dead for less than an hour.
The only difference from last time was that under Miller's body, or to be more precise, on the floor of the entire stone chamber, there appeared complex patterns and symbols similar to those next to the altar in the cave on Bansi Island. They had been stained with an unknown dark red liquid, and looked extremely strange in Angel's dark vision.
Comparing the scene with her memory, she found that these patterns were exactly the same as those on the altar during the sacrifice.
So, it should be obvious what to do...
Angel dragged Miller's body to the center of the dark red lines on the ground, corresponding to the position of the altar, and let his blood, which had not yet dried, slowly flow out and merge into the dark red liquid inside these lines.
Angel stood beside Miller, closed his eyes, and waited for the moment to return to Bansi Island.
Tick-tick-tick-
The rhythmic sound of water dripping from the cracks in the rocks made Angel feel a little irritated. She opened her eyes again and found that she was still in the stone chamber, with Miller's body still under her feet.
Isn't it Miller's blood that is needed for the altar?
Angel recalled the experience of the last battle. After she killed Miller, his blood flowed all over the ground, staining the patterns and symbols on the altar. Only then did she...
No, besides Miller's blood, there is also his own!
The image in her mind remained of herself being cut by the wind blade, and the blood seeping out before healing and dripping onto the altar.
"It seems that I might really have some special qualities. I triggered the vision on Bansi Island, activated the ritual on the altar, and am even unaffected by the mysterious power of the Trier Catacombs..."
Angel is now full of questions, but the first thing to do is to return to Bansi Island, and the rest can be analyzed slowly later.
The "knight bracelet" on his wrist turned into a dagger. Angel lightly cut his forearm, letting the bright red blood slowly flow out and drip along his drooping fingers into the complex patterns on the ground.
The next moment, she was plunged into a pitch blackness that even darkvision couldn't penetrate.
…
The strong smell of blood entered Angel's nostrils. She wrinkled her nose subconsciously, opened her eyes, and found that she had left the stone chamber and returned to the cave full of stained blood.
Three days passed, and nothing here changed much. The headless corpses and their separated heads were piled together, as if they were ready to be burned at some time. The candles on the sacrificial candlesticks around had been extinguished, and the dark red lines on the ground were still there, but the blood inside was gone, as if the blood inside had been "used up".
As for the Punisher, the survivors, and the bodies of the victims, they were no longer in the cave.
"Fortunately, they didn't seal this place off... Otherwise, I'd probably fall into the hands of the Mandated Punishers the moment I returned."
Angel thought thankfully, walked down from the altar, looked back, and found that Bishop Miller's body had not returned with him.
It seems like a good way to dispose of the body... No one would have thought that his body is now in the catacombs of Intistril and has another home of its own, right?
After teasing the unfortunate Bishop Miller, Angel quickly left the cave filled with the smell of blood, walked through the winding passage, and saw the crimson moonlight.
According to her plan, the next step was to return to Bansi Harbor and wait for the next passing ship bound for Bayam. During this time, she would inquire about the attitudes of the Bansi Punisher Squad and the Church of Storms, and decide whether to voluntarily hand over Bishop Miller's extraordinary characteristics.
After all, their reputation was not good. No matter what the reason was for them to release Bishop Miller, it might be regarded as a hostile act by these somewhat violent Punishers.
Just as Angel was thinking carefully, he looked down from the cliff and was surprised to find that there was a ship with three masts and a chimney docked in the harbor below.
"It looks like... No, it is indeed the White Agate!"
In her impression, Captain Ireland said that the White Agate would only stay in Bansi for one night. Even if it was delayed a little longer due to the strange phenomenon, it should have set sail in three days. It was impossible for him to delay the journey of hundreds of passengers on the ship for himself.
But at this moment, the passenger ship appeared clearly in her eyes again.
"Anyway, let's get back to the ship... I hope they weren't held captive in Bansi by the Church of the Storm because of me..."
She was a little excited, and she took two steps and jumped off the cliff. Then, with the power of "lightness", she slowly floated towards the White Agate below.
The wind on Bansi Island was not as violent as it was three days ago, but as the descent speed increased, Angel's face was still blown by the increasingly fierce wind with the salty smell of sea water. Soon, she found that her falling speed did not seem to stop because of her "lightness".
"Wait, wait a minute..."
Just as she opened her eyes wide in surprise, she fell into the sea near the White Agate at an extremely fast speed and sank to the bottom of the sea with a "splash".
Fortunately, the soul of Miller, the "Wind-loving One", had been grazed by the "Rose Necklace" at this time. Angel soon grew phantom scales under his skin that made his skin slippery under the power of ocean affinity. Tiny gills also appeared on his cheeks, allowing him to breathe and move smoothly in the water.
She found that with the help of these phantom scales, she could swim very quickly in the sea, several times faster than the White Agate.
After trying it out excitedly for two rounds, Angel realized that his spiritual energy was almost gone and his physical strength was greatly depleted, so he swam towards the pier and landed on the beach near where the ship was docked.
"Strange! Even a Sequence 6 Beyonder ability wouldn't consume such a huge amount of spiritual energy... Could it be that during the journey from Trier back to Bansi, the teleportation ritual consumed too much spiritual energy and physical strength?"
She muttered to herself as she dragged her soaked clothes onto the beach. Her back ached and her limbs felt weak, as if she had been through hours of intense exercise.
After leaving the sea, Angel lost her affinity for the ocean as a "Wind-Blessed One", and the phantom scales on her face and limbs began to slowly disappear. She switched from breathing with her gills to breathing through her nose, and felt the smell of the wet and salty sea breeze filling her nasal cavity.
Suddenly, there was a sound of approaching running behind him. Angel turned around in confusion and saw two figures, one tall and one short, running towards him quickly.
The shorter one was actually faster. With a cry of "Miss Siren", Donna suddenly threw herself into Angel's arms. The huge impact made her, who was already a little exhausted, unable to help but take a step back before she hugged the excited girl.
She patted Donna's back soothingly before looking at the other person.
Klein was wearing a long trench coat, with a silk hat tilted on his head. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to smile, but was forcing himself to hold it back in order to maintain his role as "Hermann".
The figure she had been dreaming about for the past three days appeared before her again.
but……
"Why are you here?"
She asked doubtfully.
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