Looking at the middle-aged man with a cautious face and five white candles in each hand, Angel almost laughed out loud.

If she wanted to, she would immediately use the extraordinary ability of the "Wind Bearer" of the "Rose Necklace" to blow the cold wind towards the other party, instantly extinguishing even ten burning candles, and making the official Extraordinaire of the Eighth Game disappear without a trace like those college students who tried their courage, and no one would even remember that he had been there.

But after knowing that the other party belonged to the Trier official, Angel had no intention of killing him, after all, this person was also working hard to protect his city and country, and there was no essential difference between him and the "night watchmen" except for their affiliation.

"You think I won't be able to blow out your candle?"

She was still unforgiving.

"As long as I can't blow it all out at once, I'll be able to do it again," the man took two steps back, apparently not as fearless as his words, "and my teammates will be there soon, and you're still ......"

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? Know there's no way to take me? Angel chuckled, and the figure disappeared again, "Tell your teammates, focus on the witch named Severia, I am not a member of the Witch Sect, and I will not appear in Trier again." ”

She slowly stepped back away from the small square where the "Night Pillar of Christmana" stood, and the man of the "Eighth Game" looked gloomily at the place where she had made the last sound, and did not make any further movements, holding a candle in each hand, like a funny candlestick.

Angel didn't want to take advantage of the current short-term advantage to ask more questions, and could even reveal his identity as an official extraordinary person and exchange information with each other.

But first, it was only a few minutes before Mr. Fool's "prediction", and second, she wasn't sure if the "teammates" she was talking about were on the way, and if they were all the same "soothsayers" as this man, the direct flame jump might drag her back and make her miss the last chance to return.

Out of this concern, Angel didn't even light a candle now, and directly used his peculiarity to rush to the corridor three days ago with the help of dark vision.

After turning the familiar right-angled bend again, the black line with a one-way arrow overhead finally broke off, and the passage narrowed, and the corpses scattered in the passage disappeared without a trace, and there were no more Intiswen nameplates in the burial chambers on either side.

Finally...... It's back to where it was three days ago......

Angel sighed and continued to move forward cautiously, making a final confirmation.

In a stone chamber, she found the body of Bishop Miller who had lost his extraordinary properties, and three days later, the blood on Bishop Storm's robes did not seem to have dried up, slowly flowing down to the stone floor.

In three days, even in the dry underground, the corpse should have a certain degree of decay, not to mention that the environment here is not good...... Angel probed Miller's body with his foot with some curiosity, and found that he had not even shown his body, as if he had just been dead for less than an hour.

The only difference from last time was that underneath Miller's corpse, or rather, on the floor of the entire stone chamber, there were complex patterns and symbols similar to those on the altar of the cave on Bansey Island, which had been impregnated with an unknown dark red liquid, which looked very strange to Angel's dark vision.

Comparing them with the images in her memory, she found that the patterns were exactly the same as those next to the altar at the time of the living sacrifice.

Well, it should be obvious what to do......

Angel dragged Miller's corpse to the center of the dark red lines on the ground, corresponding to the proper position of the altar, so that his undried blood slowly flowed out and merged into the dark red liquid inside the lines.

Angel stood beside Miller, closing her eyes and waiting for the moment to return to Bansey.

Tick – tick – tick –

Angel was a little irritated by the regular sound of water dripping from the cracks in the stone nowhere, and she opened her eyes again to find herself still in the stone chamber, with Miller's corpse still at her feet.

Isn't it Miller's blood that the altar needs?

Angel recalls the last time she fought and killed Miller before she was ...... after she was bleeding all over the ground and staining the lines and symbols on the altar

No, in addition to Miller's blood, there is also his own!

The image in her mind was of herself being cut by the wind blade, oozing out before healing, and dripping on a wisp of blood on the altar.

"It seems that I may have something special about me, inducing visions on Bansey Island, activating rituals on the altar, and not even being affected by the mysterious power of the Catacombs of Trier......"

Angel is full of questions now, but the first thing to do is to return to Bansey, and the rest can be analyzed later.

The "knight's bracelet" on his wrist turned into a short dagger, and Angel lightly slashed his forearm, causing the bright red blood to flow out slowly, dripping down the drooping fingers into the complex lines on the ground.

In the next moment, she was plunged into a pitch black that even dark vision could not see.

……

The strong smell of blood reached Angel's nostrils, and she subconsciously wrinkled her nose, opened her eyes, and found that she had left the stone chamber and returned to the cave covered in blood.

Three days have passed, everything here has not changed much, the headless corpses and the heads of their separate families have been piled together, as if they are ready to find time to burn, on the sacrificial candlesticks around, the candles have been extinguished, the dark red lines on the ground are still there, but the blood inside has disappeared, as if the blood inside has been "used up".

As for the substitutes and survivors, as well as the bodies of the victims, they are no longer in the cave.

"Luckily, they didn't lock it down...... Otherwise, as soon as I return, I am afraid that it will immediately fall into the hands of the substitutes. ”

Angel thought happily, and walked down from the altar and looked back, only to find that Bishop Miller's body had not returned with him.

Looks like a good way to dispose of corpses...... Who would have thought that his body would now be in the catacombs of Intistril and have another home of his own, right?

Teasing the hapless Bishop Miller, Angel quickly left the blood-soaked cave and walked through the winding passages to see the crimson moonlight.

According to her plan, the next step was to return to Bansey Harbor and wait for the next ship to pass by here for Byam, while in the meantime, to find out the attitude of the Bansey Punisher Team and the Storm Church, and decide whether or not to surrender Bishop Miller's extraordinary traits.

After all, they don't have a good reputation, and whatever the reason for herding Bishop Miller, they will probably be seen as hostile behavior by these somewhat irascible substitutes.

As Angel pondered, he looked down from the cliff and was surprised to find a ship with a three-masted sail and chimney docked in the harbor below.

"It looks like ...... No, it's the White Onyx! ”

In her memory, Captain Ellan had said that the White Onyx would only stay in Bansey for one night, and even if it was delayed for a few more time due to the anomaly, it would have set sail in three days, and it was impossible to delay the journey of the hundreds of passengers on board for her own sake.

But at this time, the passenger ship really appeared in her eyes.

"Anyway, let's get back to the boat first...... Hopefully they're not being held in Bansey by the Storm Church because of me......"

She was a little excited in her heart, ran two steps directly, jumped out of the cliff, and then slowly floated towards the White Onyx below with the power of "lightness".

The wind on Bansey Island was not as violent as it had been three days ago, but as the descent accelerated, Angel's face was still blowing more and more violently, with the salty smell of the sea, and soon, she found that her falling speed did not seem to stop because of the "lightness".

"Wait, wait......"

As soon as her eyes widened in surprise, she fell into the sea near the White Onyx at great speed, and sank to the bottom of the sea with a "plop".

Fortunately, Miller's soul had been grazed by the "Rose Necklace" at this time, and Angel soon grew phantom scales that were located under the skin but could make the skin slippery under the ability of the ocean, and tiny gills appeared on both cheeks, allowing him to breathe and move smoothly in the water.

She found that with the help of these phantom scales, she could swim quickly in the sea, several times faster than the White Onyx.

After excitedly trying two laps, Angel realized that he had little spiritual energy left and that his physical strength had been exhausted, so he swam to the dock and disembarked from the nearby beach where the boat docked.

"It's strange, even with the extraordinary ability of Sequence 6, the consumption of spirituality cannot be so great...... Could it be that during the return to Bansey from Trier, too much spiritual and physical energy was consumed due to that teleportation ritual? ”

She muttered, dragging her soaked clothes out onto the beach, her back aching and her limbs weak, as if she had been exercising vigorously for hours.

After leaving the sea, Angel lifted the ocean affinity of the "Wind Favorite", and the phantom scales on her face and limbs began to slowly disappear, she changed from breathing with gills to inhaling through her nose, and felt the smell of the wet and salty sea breeze filling her nasal passages.

Suddenly, there was a sound of running behind him that was gradually approaching, and Angel turned back in confusion, and saw two figures, one tall and one short, running towards him quickly.

The short one was faster, and with a cry of "Miss Siren", Donna slammed into Angel's arms, and the huge impact made her unable to help but take a step back before hugging the excited girl.

She patted Donna on the back soothingly, then looked at the other person.

Crane was wearing a long trench coat, a silk top hat on his head was worn crookedly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to smile, but he forcibly endured it because he wanted to maintain the role of "Gelman".

For three days, the figure she had been dreaming about appeared in front of her again.

But......

"Why are you here?"

She asked, confused.

(End of chapter)