"Lady Despair will be in the East End...... Mass sacrificial rituals? ”

The words "Sherlock Moriarty" in his head sent Angel into a brief shock.

She could see that the other party's location was the ruins of the outskirts of the Eastern End where she had left not long ago, and the stone pillars and collapsed dome were so familiar.

"So, Panatia's so-called 'big operation after the New Year' is actually deceiving me, she must have seen my undercover identity, so she used lies to stabilize me, let me leave first, and then directly started their 'big plan'......"

Angel figured this out in an instant, she slammed the door of the car, and under the driver's surprised gaze, she quickly climbed up to a three-story building on the side of the street, and her figure disappeared into the thick fog.

"Hey, ma'am, aren't you going to the North End?"

Ignoring the shouts coming from behind her, Angel stood on a high place, her eyes quickly swept over the eastern district, which was almost entirely filled with low buildings, and the smog intensified, although the higher places were relatively better, but her vision was equally limited, and she could only see a few bell towers or church domes looming in the distance, and a pale yellow mist that seemed to stretch to infinity.

No, there's one place that isn't normal smog!

Her gaze, enhanced by potions, instantly focused on a mist that was clearly different from the others, a pale yellow fog mixed with a hint of black, like rust, like congealed blood.

There seemed to be a muffled cough and cry from there, but it was impossible for a normal sound to travel so far, a reminder from Angel's spirit that it was the very center of danger, disease, and death.

It was her new destination.

"Click-"

Angel pressed the crown of the magic pocket watch, instantly locked on a dim light in the depths of the haze, and then a bright yellow flame ignited on his body, spanning a distance of tens of meters, flashing to another roof closer to the iron-black mist.

"Flame Flash" had a few seconds between uses, and she was not prepared to waste her spirit on continuous flashing, but quickly found her way, running and jumping wildly from rooftop to rooftop, continuing to approach the center of the strange fog that was gradually expanding, and only at the junction of the streets, where she could not cross by her body, did she cross the flames again to reach the opposite side, adjusting the direction by the way.

While moving like a nimble curly-haired baboon, Angel clutched the "Hidden Emblem" and whispered between jumps and runs:

"The goddess of the night, nobler than the starry sky, older than eternity......"

She jumped over an alley more than three meters wide and landed on the opposite roof, below which several homeless men, who were gradually shrouded in a mist of iron black and pale yellow, coughed and fell to the ground, covering their mouths and noses, but did not know where to hide.

"You are the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets......"

She flashed flames, aiming at the barely visible street lights on the other side of the tributary leading from the Tasok River, and the figure disappeared and reappeared, already crossing the river and the streets, one step closer to the center of the smog.

In the river behind him, the cleaner who was salvaging the floating debris that had been discarded at random on the sampan threw down his net, grabbed his neck with both hands, panted heavily, his eyes were black, and he fell into the river without any movement.

"You are also the Empress of Doom and Fear, Lord of Sleep and Silence......"

She bypassed the factory chimney and plunged headlong into the iron-black haze that was no longer confined to the lower places, and the air she inhaled was not only damp and pungent, but also carried a strong smell of blood, which made Angel breathe a little hard, and her eyes were even more sour.

After condensing a few ice crystals in her hand, draining the water from the surrounding air and lightening the haze, she found her direction again, jumped up violently, and used her "lightness" to cross a dead street, below which were the residents of the Eastern Side lying on the ground in various positions, lifeless.

With endless pain and despair, they turned into illusory and transparent figures, floating upwards and quickly flying towards somewhere in the suburbs.

"I pray that you will remove the misfortune of these innocent people, even if they are not your believers......"

At the end of her gaze, a rich color of yellow and black, a touch of white was dragging death and wailing through the streets.

……

In a residential building north of the East End.

Sherman carefully closed the freshly made compartment and moved over the empty bookshelf to block it, smiling with satisfaction.

He was going to take the time to buy a few books and decorate the shelves, which would not only be more conducive to hiding the secret compartment and the pistols and communication potions inside, but also force himself to study properly, and change from a low-level extraordinary person who could only kill to a slightly more literate person - this was Miss Hugh's suggestion, and he thought it was very good!

Walking out of the study, he looked out of the corridor window, and the sky had darkened somewhere, like dusk, and even a little dark.

No, that's not the sun setting in the west, it's ...... The color of the fog changed?

His heart was pounding, and for some reason he had a hint of panic.

It's a feeling he'd felt the last time he assassinated the top gangster in the neighborhood, and then he pulled out a huge revolver and nearly shot himself.

That's a reminder from the Spirit!

He threw himself to the window and looked out, not far from the corner of the street, the original pale yellow haze had been replaced by black and red, and the thick fog heavier than the air gradually extended along the road to this side, and the washerwomen and homeless people covered by it twitched and fell down like straw blown down by the wind, and soon stopped moving.

"Poisonous mist? Curse? It looks like it's more dangerous down there, so I'll have to go to the attic and hide! ”

Sherman, who was no longer an ignorant person, immediately recognized the danger of the black fog, and without hesitation, he closed the window, took off his coat and plugged the crack in the window, and then turned and ran towards the stairs.

He didn't run up immediately, but went back to the first floor, closed all the windows, and then rushed out the door, quickly running to the apartment next door in the gradually acrid fog.

"Liv! Daisy! Freya! ”

Calling the names of the neighbor's mother and daughter, he rushed into a room with a door ajar on the first floor of the apartment, and found the young girl Freya holding her mother, Liv, ready to walk out.

"Sherman?" Freya looked at him suspiciously, "Daisy is at school, mom seems to be sick, I'm going to take her to the charity hospital, can you, ahem, help?" ”

As she spoke, she coughed herself.

"It's too late, the smog outside is poisonous! Hide in my attic and take her to the hospital when I'm better. ”

Sherman picked up Liv, who was struggling to breathe, and quickly returned to his house with Freya, hooked the door with his foot, and ran all the way to the attic, where there were no windows and high enough to hold out the deadly fog.

Outside the door behind him, iron black had replaced pale yellow, and the street had become a place of death.

……

"Don't be stunned, run south, upwind, hurry!"

Hugh Dilcha kicked a tall man in the knee beside him, causing him to stagger and scramble on.

She looked back at the other side of the street, and the pale yellow exhaust fumes from the factory chimney had darkened at some point, like a black beast that had chosen to devour people, swooping down and pounced on the street.

Fortunately, there is the upper hand here, and the black haze is struggling against the air current, and it has not yet reached here.

But at the corner of the street there were already a lot of homeless people who had fallen down, they were already starving, they were already crumbling in the bitter cold, now covered by the fog that brought disease, they could not even struggle, and they passed away so quietly, like soap bubbles that quickly dissipated in the sun.

"Flagg, call them up and run!"

Hugh shouted, using the power of the "sheriff" to deter the men who were strong enough to barely escape from the fog of death, and took the women and children who were still alive and left the East Side in the upwind direction.

This is the edge of the East End, and the eerie smog isn't serious, but what about the depths? Sherman, Jean ......

She looked at the black haze in the distance, and the residents of the Eastern District who she knew came to her mind, worried about their safety.

As far as the bounty hunter could see, the factory chimneys and towering clock towers were gradually flooded with smog. Not only the eastern district, but also the nearby dock area and factory area have also become places of death, and one by one the homeless people and workers who are malnourished or pre-existing with diseases have collapsed from coughing and fever, and can no longer get up.

Those who come into contact with their bodies are also infected with the disease, passing from one to the other, quickly passing on the seeds of death, and even the able-bodied youth is weakened by the fog and pestilence.

The people who couldn't support the dead who fell to the ground, the people who struggled to survive by physical strength, the people who helped each other to fight for a glimmer of life, and the people who pushed others away and fled alone, constituted a picture of life and death intertwined in the sudden arrival of the great haze of Beckland.

And Panatia, the "Lady of Despair" holding a paintbrush, is walking through the scene of death she has created with a hint of a smile.

(End of chapter)