Without the help of auxiliary materials, without the corresponding promotion ceremony, coupled with the depletion of spirituality, it was on the verge of getting out of control......

It's a miracle that this promotion was successful!

But Angel knew that this "miracle" would not last, her arms were still covered with black lines like oil paint, and the remnants of her spirit were running around uncontrollably, and perhaps in the next second, her fragile spirit and body would collapse, and then die directly, or become a madman who only knew how to kill.

But before that, she was able to control the disease spread by the "Desperate Lady" around her.

Not only around her body, but under the strange magnification of the sapphire ring, she could sense almost the smog of the entire East District, and the deadly bacteria and viruses mixed in it, which continued to spread around the three cardinal points, and the center was herself, or the position of the desperate lady just now.

That's why this lady said that wearing a ring and taking extraordinary properties can stop this smog?

Not knowing how long she could continue in this situation, Angel no longer thought about it, but quickly became familiar with the extraordinary abilities of the "painful" witch.

She immediately realized that it was impossible to eliminate the deadly haze that had spread throughout the East and Docklands, and even across the Tasok River to the South. "Lady of Despair" Panatia simply used a large-scale ritual and her extraordinary abilities to mix the fog with pathogens that can cause disease, rather than creating a large area of smog out of nothing.

So even if the culprit of the deadly disease has disappeared without a trace, the uncontrolled poisonous fog will not dissipate on its own, but will continue to infect everyone who comes into contact with it and inhale it into the body until the mist is slowly diluted in the spread, and the germs gradually die in the sun.

Until then, it is not known how many more victims will appear......

Fortunately, it cannot be "deleted", but it can be "replaced".

With the "painful" Extraordinary Instinct, Angel immediately found an alternative by replacing the original germs in the poisonous mist with new germs generated by her extraordinary abilities, turning these pathogens that could easily kill them into ordinary germs that can only make people's skin itch and cough.

This kind of behavior, which I am afraid that demigods can only accomplish through pre-prepared rituals, is made easy with the help of sapphire rings.

I'm afraid this ring is a magical item with a lot of sequence...... According to the classification method of the church, it is at least a level 1 seal, and it may even be level 0...... But it can be dangerous to wear it in a trance-like state of mind that Triss doesn't even know about......

With this in mind, Angel quickly took off the sapphire ring on his finger after the haze around him turned from iron-black to a less deadly-looking yellow.

At the same time, the power that supported her to complete the action of "replacing" the germs in the haze also left with the separation of the ring.

She still knelt in the corpse-strewn streets, covered in black oil paint, her long hair turned black again tangled and thickened at the roots, eyes growing out of the tips like poisonous snakes, and grinning as if she had a life of her own.

Even if she doesn't swallow the extraordinary trait, she is already on the verge of losing control in the serious injury, not to mention directly swallowing the trait to "promote" in this situation......

There were no auxiliary materials, no promotion ceremony, if it weren't for the power of the sapphire ring, if it weren't for this mysterious and powerful woman standing by her side, using a special way to maintain her consciousness, I'm afraid she would have turned into a wriggling and crawling monster.

But even so, she knew that there was only one ending waiting for her.

Regaining his scenity, his eyes looked at the hooded woman, and Angel whispered:

"Finally, let me die like a human."

Three months ago, under the Black Thorn Security Company, Dunn had similarly pleaded with the "Sword of the Goddess" Secima, and then killed the runaway old Neil with his own hands, allowing him to maintain the last vestiges of dignity.

There seemed to be a hint of inexplicable emotion in the hooded woman's eyes, she nodded slowly, and her fair and weak right hand stretched out, pointing at Angel's chest.

The next moment, Angel closed her eyes.

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"Boom-"

Crane closed his eyes in a violent flash.

The power of the curse contained in the "Master Key" was far beyond his imagination, and the sudden violent explosion not only "polluted" the countless unjust souls in the altar, easily shredded the light curtain that protected the altar, interrupted the ritual that was rapidly absorbing the unjust souls, but also provoked a huge impact, sweeping through the entire altar and the entire hall, causing the huge stone pillars that had been weakened in the long history to collapse and raise up patches of dust.

Two vague figures staggered in the raging waves, one of them condensed a thick cloak of flesh and blood to resist the explosion and rubble, only to be knocked down by the fallen stone pillar. The other was blown into the corner of the wall by the hurricane as if he had no weight, smashed against the stone wall, and turned into a broken paper figure.

The real Crane appeared behind the broken stone pillar, curled up to avoid the wind from the explosion of the altar.

Without further confirmation, he could be sure that the descent ceremony presided over by Mr. A was completely finished.

In the vision, the shattered dome above no longer had more unjust spirits pouring in, and the dead who had nowhere to go were now floating above the ruins, almost forming a dark cloud blocking the sunlight.

Through the blasted stone gate, he could see beyond the eastern part of Beckland, where the floating spirits of the dead were no longer numerous, and the ominous iron-black fog gradually returned to a pale yellow background. It was the "normal" haze he was used to with the pungent smell of chemicals, but not deadly.

Angel...... She managed to stop the actions of the "Desperate Lady"?

Without waiting for Klein to think about it, Mr. A pulled open the rubble and drilled it out from below a collapsed stone pillar not far behind him. He had lost his left arm in the explosion, and half of his handsome feminine face had been missing, revealing the jaw below, and the only remaining eye was full of hatred and looked this way.

His flesh squirmed to repair the wounds, and while he couldn't immediately regenerate his missing arm, several wounds were no longer bleeding.

The ability to recover from this horror......

As soon as Klein glanced at Mr. A, he immediately judged the situation, and without further hesitation, he pulled his legs and ran out of the hall.

The Aurora Society's descent ceremony has been destroyed, the most important goal has been achieved, and if he stays any longer, will Mr. A calmly invite him to dinner?

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Far away in the Red Rose Manor, on the outskirts of Beckland, Prince Edssac Augustus stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the tanning house, staring blankly at the city in the distance.

The dust stirred up by the meteorite that had just fallen near the manor had not yet dissipated, and the "goodbye" before Triss left still echoed in his ears, but his life had come to an end.

"Your Highness, please hurry."

Finkel, the old butler behind him, urged impatiently.

Everything is developing too fast, and the sudden meteorite, the disappearing witch, and the ominous black mist above the city all make this "punishment knight" who was sent by the royal family to "protect" His Royal Highness the prince a little worried.

He had no choice but to follow the orders that had already been issued, to make His Royal Highness the Prince commit suicide with a spirit-destroying bullet, and then quickly leave Beckland and flee to the overseas colonies to avoid being discovered by the subsequent investigation.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, let's do it!"

Seeing that Edsak was holding a revolver and was slow to move, he used his extraordinary ability to urge further.

The prince, who had been bewildered by the witch, looked back at him indifferently, and at last raised his hand, broke the hammer, and pressed the long barrel of the gun against his jaw with his backhand.

"Click-"

The expected gunshot did not come, and the hammer slammed into the primer with a crisp sound.

Dumb fire?

Finkel was stunned, this was a precious piece of ammunition worth a hundred pounds each.

"Click, click, click."

One after the other, Edsak quickly pulled the trigger until every bullet was patronized by the hammer, and it turned out to be all duds?

A drop of cold sweat broke out from the forehead of the Sequence 5 Extraordinary, and he subconsciously took two steps back, away from Edsak, who had put down his pistol and smiled eerily.

The prince's crisp rider's suit and trousers squirmed into a thick black trench coat, his short black hairline moving back, and his gray eyes deepened.

"Do it?"

With a playful tone, he squeezed his left eye, and the tanning room instantly became pitch black.

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West End, Baron Langdon's House.

At the back door of the large courtyard was a carriage with its badge stripped of its badges, and two servants were busy loading boxes into the carriage, and the coachman was anxiously urging, standing on the frame from time to time, looking around, as if on guard against something.

"I didn't expect that going back to my own house would be the same as being a thief......"

Severia Langdon, who had changed into a light dress again, looked out the window in the carriage, carefully counting the number of boxes on the car, and muttered under her mouth.

"Fortunately, I was prepared for a long time, and replaced most of the oil paintings and antiques with easy-to-carry jewelry and gold, hmph, I knew that guy wouldn't care about my status in Beckland for many years......"

In the last half of the sentence, she moved her lips almost silently to complain, as if she was afraid that "that guy" would hear.

Seeing the two servants panting and carrying the last heavy box into the carriage, she looked around, sent the other servants away, and took out a letter to the valet who had not been in the carriage:

"If the police, no, anybody comes to me, give him this letter."

She then urged the driver to drive out of her backyard and down a busy street toward the outskirts.

Standing by the unclosed car door, looking at the Langdon house that was gradually moving away, Severia inevitably had a trace of loneliness on her face.

It was manors and villas worth more than £10,000, as well as several Backland properties belonging to the "Baroness of Landon", large tracts of land in East Chester County and a stake in some factories, and even an anthracite company that had recently invested in environmental policy.

Compared to the gold and jewels in the carriage, those were the foundation of her ability to gain a foothold in the upper echelons of Beckland.

At this time, she could only flee from Beckland with less than a tenth of the value of her property, and she couldn't even take the maid with her!

Sighing heavily, she closed the door with the concerned eyes of the driver, and Severia sat back in her seat, closing her eyes slightly, thinking about her next move.

Triss is nowhere to be seen, Prince Edsak should be silenced by the royal family to cover everything up, the smog in the East End obscures the sky, presumably the real "extermination" has begun, as for whether Mr. A can successfully summon the "true creator", only he cares.

Even if the official extraordinary people start to act, the first target must be the ruins of the eastern suburbs, as well as the poisonous haze of the eastern district, and when they react, it will be at least the next day to start arresting the members of the Aurora Society and the Witch Sect in the city.

Based on this, it makes sense for him to venture back to the manor to collect the necessary belongings before fleeing the kingdom of Rune and going to Intis...... And it is true that no one has stopped their movements, and even the patrol officers on the street have concentrated on the east side of the West District to maintain order.

"Everything is going very well, and it's time for me to get out of the game."

Her tone was a little sad, a little relieved.

Then, the corners of the pleasure witch's mouth suddenly curled slightly.

"Besides, this is also the choice of the times......"

She added silently in her heart.

(End of chapter)