The trigger was at the end of the way, but the hammer didn't fall, firing a primer that shattered Tracy's slumbering fragile head to pieces.

Because it has been tightly bound by silk threads that are completely invisible to the naked eye, it cannot move.

Also unable to move are Angel's right hand with a gun, her exact torso as Tracy's, and everything from the neck down.

Traces of restraint appeared all over her body, wrapping the already close-fitting shirt and tight trousers into a circle of fine indentations, making her Miaoman's body even more attractive.

The same was true of Klein beside her, the long golden dress wrapped around his legs like a corset, the flower knot behind the belt was pressed against his waist, the already not very tall chest was almost flattened, and the only movable eyes looked at Angel, receiving a signal in the other party's eyes.

In the next second, the flame of the candle in the candlestick on the wall skyrocketed, burning to the invisible silk threads around them, and in the firelight, wisps of extremely thin silk threads like spider silk showed their true faces, but to the surprise of the two, they were not afraid of fire, and still bound them from an angle that focused on the two of them from all directions.

Even the silk thread made by the "Lady of Despair" in Sequence 4 is not so strong, is it the "ageless" witch...... Angel immediately understood the current situation and did not hesitate to launch the "mirror double".

Once again, all mirrors no longer accept her spirituality, and no longer want to be her stand-in, unlike when they faced Panatia, even the magic mirror they carried on their bodies, soaked in her blood!

Klein is also trying to save himself, and after discovering that he can't burn the silk thread with the flames, he immediately launches a "flame jump" to lock on to the candlelight on the other side of the "Black Death", and has to leave the dangerous captain's room first, and then try to rescue Angel, or ask Mr. Azk for help.

But as soon as such a thought flashed in his mind, the bright yellow flames on his body gushed out, which was immediately interrupted by his violent coughing, and in the flames, his chest rose and fell sharply when his body was completely immobile, and he opened his mouth with difficulty, coughing up clumps of dirty blood, which was as black as ink.

"Ahem—ahem!"

He coughed, letting out the painful cry of Elaine's voice, and Angel beside him was also blushing and coughing, not only did she contract severe pneumonia in a matter of seconds, but her body temperature was also rising, and the high fever and difficulty breathing made it impossible for her to even start the flame jump of the "hypocritical" ring.

Next to the two dying patients, the full-length mirror hanging from the wardrobe door flashed with light, and the surface became dark and deep, and countless things inside were layered and alternated, as if connected to another world.

A white hand stretched out from the mirror, causing waves through the water, followed by a head with long black hair, a body in a simple but holy white robe, and fair-skinned legs with perfect curves.

A young woman with the same black hair and blue eyes as Tracy stepped out of the mirror and slowly walked in front of the two.

She looked with interest at "Tracy" and "Elaine", who were bound by silk threads, coughing and wheezing, and then looked at the real "Lieutenant General of Disease" who was sleeping at her feet, and without seeing her make any movement, Tracy snorted softly and woke up slowly.

Elaine ...... Not ......"

As if she had just escaped from a nightmare, Tracy muttered, opened her confused eyes, stood up from the carpet, looked around, and quickly locked on to Klein, her face showing a mixture of pain and joy.

Then, she looked at Angel next to her, and there was only hatred in her blue eyes that reflected her body.

In the end, her gaze stayed on the white-robed woman who looked like she was about thirty, but her demeanor seemed to be two points younger than her.

"Mother's ......"

She lowered her gaze and greeted her with a stern but not respectful greeting.

"Tracy, I'm a little disappointed in you."

The white-robed woman's gaze remained locked on Angel, and she replied softly, continuing to take two steps forward to the two people who were standing in bondage.

"I know you still have the strength to listen to me, and I have no interest in divination or channeling to the dead, so let's tell me the purpose of coming here first, and I'll let the other one go."

With a smile on the corner of her mouth, her eyes revealing girlish excitement, as if she was fiddling with her beloved toy, stretched out her right hand as white as jade and shook it gently, Angel and Klein were led by invisible silk threads and placed in a row in front of her.

At the moment when the position changed and changed from movement to stillness, bright yellow flames gushed out from Angel's body, who suddenly stopped coughing, and the silk thread that bound her was instantly tightened, but it was entangled into a thin ball.

Klein's fingers trembled slightly, behind the white-robed woman, a flame appeared out of thin air in front of Tracy, and another "Tracy" stepped out of it, holding a dark red iron piece between her fingertips, and pulled out an afterimage from her arm, pressing it towards the slender back of the white-robed woman.

"Calamity ......"

An ancient Hermetian spell sounded, and with enough spirituality, the spell that had been proven to kill the demigod would take effect, destroying the first item or creature it touched.

But Angel did not continue, because her hand, which was less than ten centimeters away from the other party, stopped moving again.

Silk threads wrapped around her body as if venting, outlining a much denser mark on her pants than before.

"I'm curious, what is the spell that made you give up the opportunity to escape, and also used it on me?"

The white-robed woman turned around, her eyes searching, looking at Angel, whose face was flushed and almost suffocated by illness, and then reached out and touched the charm in her hand.

Her face changed suddenly, and she quickly moved to Tracy's side, her eyes looking at the empty spot beside Angel.

In the next moment, the dim light of the candlelight in the lounge turned into a bright color block like an oil painting, and the water waves floated in the void, and Azk Eggers, wearing a tuxedo, slowly walked out.

He lifted the top hat on his head, and then reached out and pressed Angel's shoulder, the silk thread that bound her seemed to be cut by an invisible blade, one by one, spread out and landed, Angel loosened her whole body, regained her freedom, she coughed and looked at Klein behind her, the restraints on the latter's body were also loosened in an instant, and she fell weakly on the carpet, using her hands and feet together, struggling to support her body.

"It's ...... you"

The white-robed woman didn't care about the two enemies who had regained their freedom, the moment Azk appeared, her eyes locked on the other party's face, and she muttered softly at the moment, her eyes revealing a look of surprise, as if she had seen an acquaintance she hadn't seen for a long time.

"You know me?" Inconsistent with the other party's attitude, Azik's face was full of doubt, and he responded hesitantly, "I'm sorry, I only have memories of the last few decades, if I ever knew you, I hope you can remind me." ”

"Glad," replied the white-robed woman with a chuckle, and with a wave of her hand, Angel's scratching cough eased considerably, and Klein got a respite, "If I had known they knew you, perhaps I would have been more kind to them." ”

Maybe you'll get rid of Mr. Azik before he arrives, but I'm glad I asked him for help before I came to the Black Death...... Angel, who had regained some strength, sneered in her abdomen, and used the flesh and blood control ability of the "Rose Necklace" with all her strength to repair her heart, lungs and other vital organs, and after a little improvement, she immediately took off the necklace, hung it around Crane's neck, and lifted him up from the ground.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Tracy's pale face and desperate eyes behind the white-robed woman.

"Remember the pain, it will make you grow and you will overcome obstacles on the way to promotion."

Her "mother" glanced at her, whispered, and then continued to look at Azik.

"The last time we met, more than 1,300 years ago, when the 'primordial' and the 'god of death' together set off the 'Pale Plague' in the Northern Continent, and we also fought together against the saints and angels of the goddess of the night."

Pale Plague...... I remember Klein teaching me that it was a great disaster caused by death at the end of the Fourth Age, and then it was rumored that he was killed by the Seven Gods, creating a raging sea between the northern and southern continents, and even leaving behind a lot of treasure legends...... Angel ignored Tracy's murderous gaze and pressed Klein to the chair, looking at his face that was still Elaine's, which was rapidly flushed under the treatment of the "Rose Necklace".

No wonder Tracy seemed to pounce on me at any moment and eat me...... A thought popped into her head to help her digest potions.

"Pale Calamity......

As if this word evoked memories deep in Azik's heart, he closed his eyes, lowered his head for a few seconds, and then asked hesitantly:

"You're Caterina Pelle? Are you already 'ageless'? ”

"It is an honor for me to be remembered by the 'Archon of Death' of the Byron Empire for more than a thousand years."

The white-robed woman called Caterina bowed slightly, her tone was mischievous, and her expression was lively, not like a living fossil who had lived for at least 1,400 years, but a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.

The "ageless" witch, Sequence 3, seems to have a long lifespan of more than a thousand years, and moreover, the mentality is also well maintained?

Thinking of the sequence after "despair" on the "witch" card, Angel secretly analyzed.

And Mr. Azik's "Archon of Death", Angel has also heard it once, this is exactly what Azik himself has mentioned, the source of the "Leus Nightpillar" located in the Catacombs of Trier, Leus of the Grim Reaper's path, is also in this sequence, and he, no, he is probably an angel.

So, Mr. Azik was an angel 1,400 years ago......

Thinking like this, she felt that the back of Azik in front of her was getting taller and taller.

"I thought that as the 'Archon of Death', you should have been freed from the curse of the 'Undead' stage, but it seems that you are still trapped in a repetitive cycle, could it be that the fall of the Grim Reaper has caused you harm?"

"I, I really can't remember......"

"Yes, no wonder that strong, cold man has become the softest man he is now, and the first thing he did when he came here was to save them, instead of attacking me directly......"

"Cold, me? Is it because I'm getting old? ”

"When you get all your memories back, you'll be amazed at who you are now."

The conversation between Azik and Caterina continued, and the latter pressed forward to make Azki's face look painful, and then suddenly smiled and changed the subject:

"So, Mr. Death Archon, who doesn't remember everything, can you tell me why they came to assassinate Tracy? I think she was careful enough not to mess with this 'painful' witch who didn't belong to the witch sect. ”

With that, the "ageless" witch's eyes were firmly locked on Angel behind Azik.

(End of chapter)