"I didn't expect that just one of the extraordinary creatures who provided the Sequence 4 potion materials would almost die with me......"

Angel muttered with some trepidation, shuffling her heavy steps as she slowly approached the dead black-veined shadow scorpion, carefully touching its stiff corpse, and only breathing a sigh of relief after confirming that the other was dead.

The giant scorpion with a length of more than two meters even after death, its huge, dark body has a strong deterrent power, Angel avoided the giant pincers that were still open, pointed to the sky, walked around the back of the giant scorpion, turned on the spiritual vision, and sure enough, he saw a dark green light that gradually condensed on its tail.

That's the giant scorpion's poison sac in its body.

"That's how the potion material Caterina said was obtained...... But how could she possibly know that there was a ritual leading to the 'Godforsaken Lands' on Sona Island, and how could she possibly know that there was a 'Black-veined Shadow Scorpion' at work on the other side? ”

Although the "Master of Prophecy" and "Queen of Mysteries" Bernadette confirmed, Angel never guessed the true purpose of this "ageless" witch, she may not have the intention of deceiving herself, but maybe what she knows is not the real situation?

Shaking his head to clear the doubts in his mind, Angel summoned the Sword of Dawn again, turning it into a knife in his hand, slicing open the soft belly of the giant scorpion towards the sky, holding back his appetite for the delicious looking tender flesh, and removing the poison sac that had condensed all the extraordinary properties of this transcendent creature.

This black poison sac with a hint of miserable green was larger than a fist, and the inside was a little shriveled due to the large amount of toxins expelled during the battle, but under the spiritual vision, it exuded a brilliant light.

Finally, the two main ingredients in the recipe for the "desperate" potion have been gathered...... Angel sighed and took off the coat that had been torn in the battle, wrapped the whole poison sac, and tied it to his body.

This simple treatment will not last long, and the extraordinary materials rich in spirit will merge with the clothes they come into contact with, resulting in some strange changes, so Angel must leave the "God's Forsaken Land" as soon as possible to further seal and dispose of it.

The stinger shot by the black-veined shadow scorpion during the battle had flown nowhere, and Angel had no intention of retrieving it in the pitch black environment.

"Let's wait for Mr. 'Sun' to exchange his merits for the stinger in Silver City, and then I'll spend money to buy it...... Heh, I didn't expect that the 'world' that guaranteed me to trade with him at that time was actually Klein, no wonder he always took the initiative to help......"

Grunting, Angel looked up and was surprised to find that he had been taken to the middle of nowhere by the black-veined shadow scorpion's "sneaking into the shadows", and everywhere he could see was a barren wilderness, and the rolling ridges were the only sight in the occasional lightning bolt in the distance.

"This scene, I seem to have seen it somewhere......"

She narrowed her eyes, using her dark vision and the light of lightning to take a closer look at her surroundings, quickly remembering when she had seen it.

It was a hallucination caused by her taking advantage of the extraordinary properties of the "Instigator" to concoct potions on her own in the port of Enmat, and when she was promoted, she was on the verge of losing control.

Have I ever been to the "forsaken land" or have I seen some prophecy of the future?

During her promotion to "Instigator" and "Witch", she saw a number of images that she had no impression of at all, some of which had been confirmed to be "real", such as the scene of "Adam" standing next to her with a woman while she was lying in the basement, or the fact that she was now in the deserted wilderness of the "Godforsaken Land".

So, are those images that have not yet "happened" also real?

Boom Boom –

Overhead, another bolt of lightning lit up, followed by a low, sustained thunder that woke Angel from her memories, a brief glow that illuminated her surroundings, and the diminishing cold touch of the "Hidden Emblem" on her wrist reminded Angel that now was not the time to think.

If the Secret Emblem were to fail, would I disappear into the darkness without light, as Mr. Sun said...... Angel stood up from beside the black-veined shadow scorpion, tightened the clothes wrapped in the poison sac, looked around, and immediately frowned.

She had just been busy observing the wilderness and the mountains in the distance, and for a moment she had not noticed the village that had arrived from the island of Sona through the sacrificial ceremony...... It's gone?

This caused Angel, who had just recovered from the joy of obtaining the potion materials, to immediately break out in a cold sweat, and immediately recalled the knowledge that "Sun" had shared with the Tarot congregation, as well as the predicament she was currently in:

There is no food in the conventional sense of the word, and the people of Silver City rely on a certain seal to obtain "black-faced grass" for a living, otherwise they will have to hunt and eat meat from pollution-rich transcendent creatures;

Never see the light of day, in the eternal night of thousands of years, and in the darkness hide countless monsters, once out of the light, they will disappear in a few seconds, and they do not know where to go;

For thousands of years, the "Silver City" has explored the way to leave, but there has been no gain.

"In other words, if I can't find that abandoned village, I'll soon die of starvation and thirst...... And before that, maybe the 'Hidden Emblem' will be invalid, so I don't have to worry about the follow-up. ”

After making fun of herself, Angel began to think about how to solve the current problem.

The first thing she thinks of is to use Mr. Fool to connect with another "self" on the island of Sona in the Furious Sea, asking her how to escape from the "God's Forsaken Land", and the second is to use her feet to survey the nearby wilderness and find the missing village.

But both options have one premise, and that is that "diving into the shadows" doesn't take her too far.

Angel made up her mind and took out the Holy Night powder from her pocket, ready to build a spiritual wall and pray to Mr. Fool, but her hand brought out a small bundle of silk threads, and these pale golden "threads" fell to the ground, quickly attracting Angel's attention.

This is a bundle of hair that the "mysterious queen" Bernadette gave her when she fell over the island of Sona.

At this moment, in Angel's dark vision, one end of the blonde hair broke free of its own and pointed in a certain direction.

"Put this away, maybe it will work later......"

Bernadette's indifferent instructions echoed in Angel's ears.

She came to her senses, reached out and picked up and untied the hair, and watched as the blonde hair stretched rapidly, and the outward end seemed to be pulled by something and flew outward.

"It's showing the way?"

Angel took a deep breath, saw that the handful of hair had almost all been pulled and flew out, and immediately ran forward with them, she had just used the "knight's bracelet", and was still in a state of weakened strength, and the side effects of the "rose necklace" made her have an abnormal desire for food, especially meat, but these were not comparable to the expectation of leaving the "God's Forsaken Land".

Soon, guided by the signpost-like blonde hair, Angel rounded a small hill and finally came across the village of many stone houses.

It's okay, it's not too far, at least my hair is enough...... Seeing the end of the blonde hair that guided the way writhe limply on the ground a few times before disappearing into the darkness, Angel sighed with joy and continued walking towards the village.

What was on her mind was why Bernadette had prepared the bundle of hair in advance and handed it over to herself when she arrived on the island of Saona.

"A correct prophecy, or is it an unintentional insurance? I thought of the origin of the hair, maybe it was the extra hair that grew in the relics of the divine war, when I fought against the bone giants impregnated with the divine power of the out-of-control 'Mother Earth God'...... But it's a bit like a fairy tale I heard in a previous life, following the hair to find the right way......

"As the daughter of Russell the Traveler, she may have heard the fairy tales recreated for her, and then used them as a basis to gain some unique extraordinary abilities...... Is this the peculiarity of the 'Voyeur' high sequence? ”

After entering the village, Angel quickly returned to the street where he fought with the black-striped shadow giant scorpion after the "Light Enhancement", and retrieved the "Good Luck" revolver that he had left in place.

"Trier, I still have a chance to go again, here, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to come back......"

She silently said something in her mind, then turned and returned to the black, bloodstained house with a basement, and stepped through the stone staircase into the chamber where the stone table altar was placed.

On the ground as when she first arrived, intricate symbols and patterns loomed among the few black blood stains.

As long as you drip the blood, you should be able to return to Sona Island.

Unlike the last time they went to the Catacombs of Trier, Mr. Fool and the "Other I" did not indicate how long they would have to wait to return, indicating that this time there was no long time to spare...... Angel thought as she scratched her fingertips with her fingernails and watched as drops of bright red blood oozed from the wound and slowly dripped down.

At that moment, a few lines of text caught her attention above the weathered stone altar at the end of the line of sight, with two melted candles in it.

Most of the characters were unrecognizable, partly because the surface of the altar had been weathered over time, resulting in the engraving almost flush with the substrate, and partly because the barely recernible font was clearly not one of the few scripts that Angel knew.

But the last line of Old Hermes is still barely legible.

Red Angel Medici ......

One of the names and titles made Angel's eyes stare at him, and the appearance of the evil spirit of Beckland with blood-red hair and bone scars carved into his face immediately appeared in his mind.

Although she had not met the "Red Angel" directly, Crane had confronted him in a nightmare and used it to scare Raft Pound.

Why was the name of Medici, who died at the hands of the "Blood Emperor" Arista Tudor in the Quaternary Period, engraved on the altar of the abandoned village of the "Godforsaken Lands"?

As if sensing Angel's gaze, another name next to the "Medici", which had been almost completely weathered and could not be seen, suddenly brightened, as if an invisible hand had carved and deepened it along the lines again.

And inside, a silvery-white, mercury-like liquid filled the inside of the re-engraved name.

"Angel of Destiny", Ulorius.

The moment he saw the name, Angel felt his head explode with a thud.

It wasn't out of control or pollution, but she remembered what happened to Anderson Hood, the "strongest hunter", the unlucky guy who choked himself to death when he drank water, and his recliner would collapse after a nap.

I won't either...... Get unlucky, right?

She was stunned for a moment, the symbols and lines under her feet had been re-soaked in blood, a dark red light flashed, and in the basement that had not been destroyed for thousands of years, only rotten air, weathered altars, and the words above her had returned to dimness.

At the bottom of those lines, a name repeated in a different language stands out from the surface of the stone platform:

"Redemption Rose".

……

Outside the abandoned village, in the wilderness across a hill, a strange shadow clinged to the ground, rapidly approaching, and the electric light that flashed overhead from time to time had no effect on it.

The shadow came to the side of the black-veined shadow scorpion with its abdomen cut open for a long time, agitated and expanded, and a man in a cloak with a hunched back emerged from it, and he walked past the corpse of a giant scorpion that had been emptied of venom and was delicious in the Godforsaken Land, and he didn't even look at it, his eyes fixed on a dark red mark on the ground.

It was blood-soaked land.

Standing beside the trace, the man fell to his knees, stretched out his hand, scraped the dirt with his dry hands, sniffed it, and nodded as if in confirmation.

Then, with his mouth open, he swallowed the whole handful of dirt into his stomach, swallowed it, stood up contentedly, looked around, and bent down again like a thief, his body melting into the shadows of the ground.

(End of chapter)