Chapter 257: Drunken Life and Dreaming of Death (End of Volume Two)
"Mother of Heaven?"
Hearing the voice from behind, Fran turned around.
She looked at Azik, whose pale eyes were gradually extinguishing the flames, and nodded.
"You belong to the 'night' now..." Looking at the skeletal scythe whose end was submerged in the illusory river, Azik stood up with his knees up, and the unfolded wings behind his back were raised again.
The thin cold atmosphere condensed again.
Fran looked at the "Death Archon" who looked wary and had evil eyes, and clicked his tongue.
"When did you cold-blooded creatures become so humane?"
She compared herself with the gloomy, lonely Salinger in her memory, whose whole body exuded the rotten and disgusting smell, and then glanced at Azik, who had an obvious imbalance between sex and humanity, and couldn't help but sigh.
Is this really Salinger's species?
"Crane Moretti is safe now, you don't have to worry about him." Fran put away the bone sickle, the infinite darkness expanded instantly, and the reassuring tranquility spread to the sky.
She comforted all the creatures who survived the haze, pointed to the illusory river on the ground and said to Azik:
"You can handle these yourself."
After saying that, this "secret servant" quickly erased his figure.
There are more troubles waiting for her to deal with than Azik.
...
"Fallen!"
The extremely evil scream swallowed up the machine originally activated by Horamik. The exquisite mechanical creation suddenly lost its metallic luster under the corrosion of the "abyss". Rust spots and rancid black mucus covered the surface of the precise structure, and various parts rattled.
fell from the sky.
With steam behind him, Horamik used his power advantage to perform high-speed maneuvers to evade the attack. He calmly watched all this. Regardless of the traces of corruption that appeared on the body out of thin air, he controlled the hand gears of the remaining two machines to run, connecting to the sky.
Several low-altitude steam cannons that were still operating shot out streaks of flame toward the translucent figure, and the majestic spirituality left dazzling streaks of light in the night sky.
Snake, who was wandering on the periphery of the battlefield, glanced at the eastern area where the iron-black haze was gradually receding in the distance. His face froze, and a terrifying storm visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared around him. It was several times the size of the previous attacks and moved towards the "Jacks".
The direction of the smile rushed over.
Boom! Boom!
The originally calm clouds turned into a sea and fell upside down under the sky. Silver-white electric light danced frequently, carrying a huge amount of water vapor.
Immediately, lightning jumped and thunder exploded. The entire Backlund, including the brightly lit Queens District, was brought by the sudden lightning storm into a terrifying turquoise forest with upside-down silver-white thorns falling from the sky like a precursor to the destruction of the world.
"Jacks", who had just used his "Puppet" ability to escape Horamik's full attack, looked at all this and almost lost his voice with joy.
She felt a little pity for the "occult scholar" who was fighting her almost alone just now.
However, "Jacks" ignored the lightning that was about to destroy him, and instead observed the blood sacrifice nodes below that were filled with "devils" who were still active.
She felt the amount of blood sacrifice, and the moment before the thick silver swallowed her, she took the initiative to disintegrate the container, which had reached its load-bearing limit and was full of cracks.
Boom!
Under the lightning storm, Ace Snake's silver eyes, which were unstained in his dark blue robes, penetrated the obstruction. After determining the target of destruction, he breathed a subtle sigh of relief. The huge thunderclouds in the sky were also pushed by the hurricane and rushed toward
In the East District, rain poured down, cleaning up the heavy smog and traces of those dead lives.
...
"The response of the Church of Storms is not very quick, but who has stopped the spread of the plague before?" There were civilians who died of the disease or "demons" whose corpses were burned by black flames piled up in mountains. Ms. Despair felt the biting wind blowing through the East District.
The cold wind makes the mood not very beautiful.
Although she had taken advantage of the "demon's" rampage to basically digest the magic potion in her body, and the death toll in the East District exceeded the sect's original estimate, a sense of anxiety with unknown origin has been lingering since she personally caused the disaster.
Hold her.
She hates this passive feeling.
Forget it, after all, the sect's mission has been completed, and the next step is to take Triss away... Ms. Despair turned her eyes to a full-length mirror in a nearby house, and her figure slowly faded away.
Her whereabouts were secretive and she had been dealt with beforehand. In addition, there were many big figures walking around in the East District. In a short period of time, Backlund's demigods couldn't care about her at all.
By the time the other party finished dealing with the smog and the "devil", she would have long since left the city!
Just when Ms. Despair's figure was thin and about to fall completely into the mirror, the entire street where she was was silently plunged into a dense darkness, and the connection between her body and the mirror was also interrupted.
Demigod of the night?
Ms. Despair raised her eyebrows, and countless transparent silk threads rose up from her feet, crisscrossing all around. Looking at the outline outlined by the silk threads, a sharp and crystal ice gun suddenly formed in her palm, and she threw it at the target.
Ignoring the trembling, Ms. Despair rolled sideways with the help of the recoil, and was about to rush into the house, intending to use the mirror in the room to escape from the shackles of the power of the night.
But as soon as she finished rolling and stood up, she found that she had lost control of her feet, her body tilted, and she fell awkwardly on the muddy ground.
Her legs were cut off by something!
boom!
The long bone sword penetrated the delicate hands and plunged into the ground. The desperate lady raised her head with difficulty, trying to see the attacker's face clearly.
Boom!
The roar of thunderclouds broke through the gloomy haze, and a flash of silvery white illuminated the streets.
In the heavy rain, a beautiful lady held a white bone sword with an indifferent expression, her hands covered with rich blood red.
Ms. Despair stared at the woman's peaceful light purple eyes, losing her life in the intense despair and fear.
...
"Pandiana is dead?"
Charlotte Tamara Treville looked at the mark slowly dissipating in her hand, raised her eyebrows, and stepped into the spirit world without hesitation.
The only ones who can kill the elusive "Witch of Despair" in a short period of time are angels, and those who are protected by gods or are stronger.
If it were normal, as a container of "Uncertain Mist", she might not be afraid of these miscellaneous fish that have not mastered the uniqueness, but considering that she has not yet fully recovered, giving in is the best choice.
In the spiritual world filled with various abstract symbols, lightning storms with distorted colors are still rampant.
The attack triggered by Ace Snake just now covered both the spiritual world and reality. This is one of the reasons why "Jacks" did not choose to escape, but committed suicide.
But facing the ferocious and terrifying silver-white jungle, Xia Lu just glanced at it, and the surface of her body lit up with bright starlight, and even the symbols in the surrounding spiritual world echoed it.
This is the journey of the "Planeswalker".
"Don't you want to talk?"
The next moment, the starlight rising from Xia Lu's body suddenly dimmed, and seven pure lights of different colors emerged from the void, locking the interaction between the spiritual world and reality.
She looked up and saw Edmund Yin Asong, whose exaggerated robes were covered with a layer of gray, looking down at her with a reserved expression at the twisted symbols that originally contained abstract knowledge.
"Are you the only one?" Xia Lu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled easily.
She stroked her wrinkled white robe, calmly raised her palms, and tucked her slightly disheveled hair behind her ears.
Seeing the leisurely look of "Uncertain Mist", Edmund said nothing, but silently took a step back and bowed towards the figure made of gray mist pouring out from under his robe.
The strange spirit body shrouded in a cloak melted and transformed, and a soft and handsome face with obvious elf features emerged from under the hood.
Seeing the "mystery" that came with the help of the clone, Charlotte Tamara Treville's smile froze.
...
The banquet in the main room of the villa was still going on. Audrey, who was talking to Hwen, looked at the alternating light and dark sky in the distance, her mouth opened and her tone was uneasy.
"Mr. Rambis, what happened in the East End?"
Her voice was erratic, like she was talking in her sleep. Rather than asking, she seemed to be answering what she wanted in her heart.
Angelweed glanced at the distant place, which was less than one ten thousandth as shocking as the battle between gods. The smile on his face did not diminish, and he replied flatly:
"The 'Witch' has released the plague, and the 'Devils' are hunting."
"But now it's the demigods of the church who are cleaning up the mess."
The "witch" released the plague, and the "devil"?
Audrey opened her mouth in surprise, and for a moment she forgot the etiquette that a noble should have.
During the conversation just now, she had actually noticed the strange light flashing from time to time behind the clouds in the sky and the iron-black thick fog covering the entire East District, but the various valuable psychological knowledge thrown out by Hvin Rambis made her temporarily ignore it.
Things that happen far away and have nothing to do with you.
Thinking about it now, it is impossible for me to turn a blind eye to such a vision, just like, just like...
Audrey looked at Hwin, alert and questioning in her eyes.
"Very sharp."
Angelweed did not give an explanation, but admitted his interference with Audrey through practical actions.
She admired the torrential rain outside the window, listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass window, and said in a low voice:
"It's a nice seat, isn't it?"
"The role of the 'audience' turns our lives into a drama performed in a theater."
"The farther back the seats are, the more things we can see, not only what is happening on the stage, but also other 'audiences' and every move of other people present."
"This may include the creators, planners, and invisible participants of the drama."
Angelweed patiently explained all this to the little girl beside him, using metaphors to analyze everything that happened in front of him.
She poured out some of the remaining black tea in the cup and sprinkled it on the table. She traced it with her fingers, and the light red liquid was divided into three parts in a shape that violated the laws of physics.
"Sometimes when we are outside the drama, we can truly see the causes and consequences of an event, understand the various sources of conflicts contained in it, and the meaning of the ending of the play."
"The 'audience' is always someone outside of it. This is the core of the performance."
Audrey looked at the tea reflecting the light of the crystal lamp and closed her eyes.
For a moment, she seemed to have forgotten that the person sitting in front of her was an angel. She carefully expressed her opinion and tried to refute Angelweed's theory just now.
"But if we just sit in the audience without knowing it, why should we understand the story clearly?"
"Mr. Rambis, I don't completely agree with your point of view. Life should not be equated with drama. At least, at least... the people in life are real, and drama...
"
Angelweed interrupted Audrey, but his smile remained the same.
"Audrey, do you know how many people died in the East District just now?"
She looked at the noble lady who suddenly stood still like a statue, and continued:
"Look at the 'Balance Palace' in the distance, and look at the senior officials of MI9 in the party hall. Have they acted because of the chaos in the East District?"
"Why don't they act?"
The deep and mellow voice poked at the unsteady place in Audrey's heart. A hint of amusement flashed in Angelweed's eyes, and he gradually began to want to guide this little girl.
Even if she does not use extraordinary abilities, her vast experience and superb ability to analyze the essence of events can still shake the worldview of an underage noble lady.
Looking at Audrey, whose lips were constantly trembling and she wanted to say something but couldn't speak, she pointed to the east, guiding Audrey's eyes to fall on the dilapidated and gloomy area that only existed in the easternmost part.
"Look, apart from the East District, has Backlund been affected anywhere?"
...
"Which strongholds have been affected?"
Under the hanging statue, Mr. A, whose face was somewhat feminine, asked the figure kneeling under the statue.
"Lord God's Envoy, except for a stronghold near the church that was breached by the 'demon' attack, the other strongholds were basically unaffected."
"We have captured nearly a thousand lambs from the 'devil'..."
"A thousand?"
Mr. A frowned slightly, with obvious displeasure in his eyes.
“The Lord’s servants exhausted all available resources to build a church within a month, and only received less than a thousand people in exchange?”
Feeling the shadow under his feet boiling with Mr. A's anger, the figure hurriedly explained:
"We do not have the ability to fight against the 'Witch' plague. Many of our compatriots guarding various strongholds have dedicated their lives in the process of fighting against the plague and the 'Devil'..."
"I would like to repent to the Lord."
"Confess?" The blood rolling in Mr. A's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the boiling shadow immediately covered the figure in front of him. The huge grip pressed the man so hard that even though he tried his best to endure it, several groans of pain escaped from his teeth.
came out.
Just when the giant hand of shadow was about to crush the loser, Mr. A remembered the Lord's oracle not long ago, and the boiling shadow calmed down.
Looking at his subordinate who fell to the ground and was twitching, he turned towards the hanging statue behind him, humbly prostrate on the ground, and tilted his ears to hear the holy voice coming from the darkness.
Crazy roars and ravings that could peel off a person's skin and bones came instantly. He connected with the shadows everywhere, saw the people huddled in the underground church hugging each other to comfort each other, and saw the people on the ground who died in despair and unwillingness.
The miserable corpses felt their belated cry against the injustice of the current situation until they died.
This strong negative emotion climbed up Mr. A's body along the shadow. For a moment, he seemed to be burdened with the filth and negativity of all living beings, just like his Lord.
Although the severe pain caused his mouth and nose to bleed, Mr. A still had that inviolable piety on his face and kept mumbling in the most humble tone.
"Please forgive us, great Lord."
"Forgive our incompetence and ignorance, forgive these homeless betrayers, and let them return to your arms."
"Please forgive us, the only Creator of the world."