In the spiritual realm, the Lady of Despair instantly saw countless transparent shadows that were difficult to describe, and found that there was a clear light like infinite knowledge hidden at the highest point. Her body was dragged forward by a strange force, shuttling quickly, and it didn't take long for her to leave the place and come to the corner of a secluded, dirty, disgusting alley.

This is the eastern side of Beckland, home to more than 1.5 million people. It is also the only place that can meet the requirements of both the Witch Sect and the Aurora Society - the true creator needs a lot of pessimism, despair, numbness, resentment, and primordial evil if he wants to come, and the primordial witch wants to descend, and it also needs such a ritual.

Even the True Creator who has descended can attract fire to the Primordial Witch, there is simply no more perfect plan!

She pulled down her veil to cover her face, and looked up into the air, only to see that the afternoon sun was heavily obscured by clouds and mist, and turned pale and dim. The Lady of Despair looked up at the sky, and there was a hint of sarcasm on her beautiful face:

"Stupid."

The idiots of the Aurora Society didn't understand what they were going to do, they just wanted their gods to come down, but they didn't even think about whether the true creator who had descended could escape the slaughter of the three major churches. Of course, even if they can escape the pursuit of the three major churches, it doesn't matter, because it will also strengthen them.

It's a pity that because their plans have been destroyed one after another, they have to act in advance, otherwise they can be more hidden.

The Desperate Lady looked around, walked out of the alley, and into the street. Her steps were slow, as if she were wandering in a sea of mist. Where she passed, the fog was imperceptibly thickened, dyed with a slight iron-black color, and the visible distance was quietly reduced.

The smog of iron black and pale yellow staggered silently descended on the East End and Beckland.

Not far from her, a homeless man in an old jacket with a sallow face suddenly coughed, coughing so violently that he fell to the ground. The two paupers, who were close to the homeless, retreated in horror, and immediately clutched their throats and made a hoho-ho-ho sound, as if they had a serious lung disease or bronchitis and were out of breath.

The Lady of Despair has a calm and soft expression, as if she is completing a work of art.

She walked among the passers-by without abnormality, the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, and she laughed in a low voice:

"The history of the Kingdom of Rune will remember this day:

"The Great Smog of Beckland."

——

Kings Mile, Queens.

On the grounds of official business, Hibbert effortlessly brought Archbishop St. Anthony into the House of the Kingdom, and the road was unimpeded. In fact, even if he didn't make excuses, he wouldn't encounter any obstacles, after all, one of these two was the eldest son of Earl Hall, and the other was the archbishop of the Diocese of Beckland of the Night Church, who would dare to stop them?

"Father!"

Hibbert slammed open a door, and looked anxiously at Earl Hall, who was handling government affairs in the room.

"Hibbert? Panic into ......"

Earl Hall frowned when he saw his eldest son's hurried appearance, and just as he was about to scold, he came into contact with Archbishop St. Anthony in the rear, and hurriedly got up to greet him, "Archbishop Anthony, why are you here?" ”

Archbishop Anthony just smiled and raised his hand slightly towards Count Hall.

Count Hall felt as if his consciousness had been in a trance for a moment, and all the memories from yesterday to the present quickly appeared in his mind like a movie, making him quickly realize the dissonance in his memory:

"I'm hypnotized!"

Earl Hall's face sank, and he said in a deep voice.

Because of Alfred's affairs, he was summoned by George III yesterday and explained to him what was at stake. But there was something else in the shadows that affected his sanity, and made him convinced that this was a good thing. It's a pity that he is just an ordinary person after all, and he doesn't even know who affects him!

"Count Hall, you ......"

Archbishop St. Anthony smiled and nodded, but was about to speak, when suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind him.

Archbishop St. Anthony turned back and saw a crowd hurrying towards him.

Among them are a large number of noble councillors who believe in the Church of the Night, but the leader is the current Prime Minister, the younger brother of Duke Negan, who was assassinated a few days ago, Aguside Negan. It is not surprising that Prime Minister Aguside Negan, although a believer in the Lord of the Storm, has equal status as archbishops of the three major churches. The presence of the archbishop of any church in person is entitled to be greeted by the Prime Minister in person.

Although Agushid Negan's office is located at the Prime Minister's official residence at 9 Hope Street instead of the Kingdom House on the Kingdom Road, the two buildings are actually at the intersection of the two streets, not only close to each other, but even have a quick access to the interior.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, Gui'an."

Archbishop St. Anthony smiled and nodded, which was kind of a hello.

The Prime Minister's expression was a little ugly, but it was clearly not for the archbishop.

The Prime Minister raised his hand and handed the telegram he was holding in his palm to St. Anthony, and said in a deep voice:

"Archbishop St. Anthony, Gui'an, you have to look at this."

St. Anthony, took the telegram and glanced at it:

Trisquiuschk? The original witch?

But in the face of this old man with lowered eyes, the prime minister lowered his head a little tremblingly.

This old man with no beard and deep eyes had an extremely clean appearance, and even if he was wearing a black and red archbishop's robe, it did not give people a dull feeling. Whoever confronts him, however, shuddered from within, as if fear had ruled over spiritually, or faced with an unknown being who was staring at himself in the depths of darkness.

The Prime Minister whispered:

"I've sent a message to His Excellency the Dark Blue Priest and Archbishop Horamic of the Steam Church, they should have received the news. Archbishop St. Anthony, do you have any commands? ”

Due to negligence in the assassination of Duke Negan, Ace Snake, the 'Singer of God', was transferred from the Diocese of Beckland last week. And the new Archbishop of the Storm Church is none other than the 'Deep Blue Priest' Radar Valentine.

It was about an evil god, and the prime minister did not dare to slack off in the slightest, so he naturally notified the other two churches as soon as possible.

St. Anthony looked at the contents of the telegram and suddenly chuckled and said:

"There's an angel around, and he'll take care of it all."

"Angels?"

The prime minister was stunned at first, and then his face was happy.

As the capital of the Kingdom of Rune, the archbishop of Bakeland is only at the level of a saint. And an angel on earth, that is enough to be on the same level as the triple crowns of the Orthodox Churches, namely the Pope, the Pope, and the Patriarch!

In an age when gods often walked the earth, an earthly angel often meant invincibility. Means that there will be no crisis in Beckland! The premise, of course, is that the angel on earth is not as unreliable as the 'singer of God'.

——

Underground ruins, corners of the halls, Klein clinging to the stone walls, not allowing himself to be discovered by Mr. A.

He was nervous, and he knew that Mr. A would once again perform the Coming of the True Creator, just as Ince Zangwill and Ranrius had done in Tingen. On that occasion, an incomplete 'evil baby' almost destroyed the whole of Tingen.

If the incarnation of the true creator is allowed to come this time, what will happen to Klein can't even think of it!

For him, the best option at this time is to sneak out of the hall and escape away while Mr. A is focused on the ceremony. But almost instinctively, he wanted to stop it from happening. He has even gritted his teeth and made up his mind that as soon as Mr. A starts the ceremony, he will find a way to disrupt the ceremony, or at least interrupt it.

Of course, this must wait for Mr. A to perform the ceremony. After all, he will definitely be restrained by the ritual when it is held, and only then can Crane sabotage the ritual with impunity. After all, Klein didn't think that his newly promoted Sequence 6 had the ability to go head-to-head with Mr. A, who was the 'shepherd' of Sequence 5.

Although Klein still has sealing items comparable to the Sage level, why is it just front to be able to sneak attack? He's not stupid!

If he hadn't seen the face of the lady who spoke out just now, he would have even been eager to disguise himself as the lady to sneak attack, because it would be safer. Thinking so, a waiter's respectful and fanatical voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Mr. A, the ceremony is ready, and the Lord will soon be able to come into this world!"

"It's coming!" Klein closed his eyes, his back to the wall, his right hand clenched suddenly.

Just wait for Mr. A to perform the ceremony, and he will be able to ......

"Smack!"

"Bang!"

The crisp slap sound in his ears made Crane suddenly startled, and he opened his eyes in some amazement. Only then did I realize that it was the waiter who had just opened his mouth with a fanatical face and was slapped out and slammed into the wall.

Mr. A said coldly:

"Who allowed you to prepare the ritual without permission?"

The other waiter on the side looked a little submissive, and said cautiously:

"But isn't that what we're working with them for?"

Mr. A glanced at them indifferently and said lightly:

They wanted to use the Lord's coming to attract the attention of the three major churches, and they wanted to put all the blame on the Lord! If the Lord does come, we are sinners. Because the Lord doesn't need to come, the Lord has a bigger plan! ”

"The Lord doesn't need to come?"

The waiters were at a loss, if the Lord didn't need to come, then what were they doing all this for?

"Mr. A."

The waiter resignedly asked, "So what are we going to do now?" ”

"The Lady of Despair is gone, but there are other Sages guarding the depths of this ruin. And what we have to do is to send a message to the Church of the Night. ”

Mr. A half-raised his hands, made a gesture of open arms, and said reverently, "This is part of the plan. ”

Crane listened with a confused expression.

You're the leader of a secret organization that believes in evil gods, and you have worked hard to cooperate with other secret organizations, and the purpose is to reveal all this to the Orthodox God Church? So what the hell are you trying to do?

"You are exalted above the stars,

the goddess of the night who is older than eternity;

She is also the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets;

The Empress of Doom and Fear, the Lord of Sleep and Silence......"

Klein didn't even understand why this was, and he was just wondering if it was a conspiracy. As a result, in the next second, he heard those attendants actually chanting the goddess's name in the ancient Hermetian language!

Klein people are numb, big brother, can you be dedicated? You are believers in the true Creator! Why do you want to recite the goddess's honorific name, you really want to attract the goddess over?

Not to mention whether the goddess will listen to the prayers of you cultists, even if it does, isn't it considered a betrayal of the true Creator?! Do you think that the true Creator is a 'fool'? Do you think that He will be like the 'Fool', even if his 'followers' all believe in other gods?

Klein was still in the numb stage, but a faint voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Mr. A, enemy attack ......"

Klein suddenly had a spirit, and his eyes glanced at the figure that fell to the ground not far away—

It was the waiter who was slapped by Mr. A just now for the ceremony, but he flew in the direction where he was, and he was not even shot to death, but found him hiding in the corner of the wall at the moment he got up.

"Grass!"

Klein silently recited the name of a plant in his heart, but his body did not hesitate at all, first raised his hand to give the half-dead waiter a shot, and then ran towards the exit without hesitation!

Since Mr. A doesn't hold a ceremony, then there is no need for him to stop it, just run away first!

Before the others could react to the attack, Crane had already rushed to the gate, using the power of the master key to go straight through the wall next to the gate. The sun was not dazzling, although the sky was very bright, the clouds in the sky were dyed a thin yellowish, and the sun was pale and dim.

And behind him, there is Mr. A, who chased after him in a rage because he thought his plan had been revealed!

——

In the eastern district, people under the smog fell one by one.

And among the countless people who have fallen, the elder Kohler, who served the former famous detective Sherlock Moriarty, is only one of them. He walked home, holding the paper bag of ham he had bought for the New Year, and fell to the ground weakly.

This reminded old Kohler of the words of a drunkard in a bar when he was inquiring about the news, and he said:

"People like us are like straw in the ground, when the wind blows, they will fall, and even if there is no wind, they may fall themselves......"

When the wind came, old Kohler flashed through this thought.

He clutched the paper bag of ham as he reached for the pocket of his old jacket to pull out the crumpled cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke. What he couldn't understand was why he suddenly became ill when he was in good health, and it was not like he had never experienced such a thick fog.

What he can't understand is that his life has just been on the right track, developing in a good enough direction,

And reaped the payment paid in advance by Detective Moriarty, bought a piece of ham that I had been thinking about for a long time to welcome the New Year, and was looking forward to tasting its deliciousness,

Why did it suddenly fall.

Old Kohler pulled out the crumpled cigarette, but his arm could no longer lift it, and it slammed into the ground.

He used his last strength to shout out the words that had accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words linger in his mouth, unable to come out.

He heard his last words.

He heard himself asking:

"Why?"

——

Liv hung up the last piece of laundry and waited to dry.

She looked at the sky outside, and was a little unsure of the time of the fog that had become thick at some point.

"Anyway, it's still early, and we've done all the pulping work......" Liv's expression grew heavy. Finishing the work too early is not a good thing, it does not mean that you can rest, it only indicates that you do not start your work well and your income is insufficient.

Liv took a breath, turned to the side and wiped her hands, and looked straight at her eldest daughter Freya in the next room:

"It's almost the New Year, most of our employers are leaving Beckland for a vacation somewhere else, and we can't go on like this, we have to find new jobs." On such a festival, the rich people will hold one feast after another, and their servants may not be sufficient, and they may hire temporary kitchen washers......"

Liv walked inside as she spoke, but as soon as she opened the door, she stumbled and fell to the ground.

Ahem, ahem! She coughed violently, her face flushed, and every joint on her body ached.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Mom, what's wrong with you? ”

"No, ahem, I don't have a problem." Liv's breathing gradually struggled.

"No, you're sick, I'll take you to the hospital as soon as you're sick," Freya struggled to pick up her mother.

"It's too expensive, it's too expensive, cough, go, charity hospital, charity hospital, I can wait, no, it's not a big problem." Liv gasped in reply.

Freya's tears fell from her eyes, but she didn't know what to do.

But in the next second, her body suddenly twitched, the pain blurred her consciousness, and Liv's coughing stopped abruptly.

——

In the haze of iron black and pale yellow, a horse-drawn carriage passed by. And the desperate lady with a beautiful face and a slender figure was looking out the window with a look of obsession and intoxication. Until the sound of the howling wind and the sound of rain hitting the glass window came to her ears.

"The Storm Church's response this time is very fast, and the Singer of God finally has a time not to be late!"

With a sweet smile on her lips, the Desperate Lady resembles a teenage girl in love, so endearing that it is impossible to associate her with a tragedy that killed hundreds of thousands of people.

The death and despair provided by this operation will not only provide 'fodder' for the Advent Ritual of the True Creator and the Original Witch, but also contribute to the digestion of her potion. This 'smog' covers a wide area and can cause at least 100,000 deaths. This is enough to cover up the 'missing' population, and it also allows her to bring despair to the others to the greatest extent possible, so that her potions can be digested.

The hundreds of thousands of deaths were enough for her to digest her potions completely, and she could even begin to prepare for the promotion ceremony.

"It's time for me to leave and take Triss with me."

The desperate lady thought in a good mood, and the corners of her mouth outlined a charming sweet smile. But in the next second, there was a sudden flower in front of her, and she saw the pea vines falling all over the sky, and saw a figure.

She was wearing a girly yellow cake dress, a black old-fashioned soft hat, and pea vines that grew out of thin air emerged.

Her chestnut hair was naturally draped, her eyebrows were long and straight, and her eyes seemed to condense a blue sea.

Her name is Bernadette, Bernadette Gustav.