Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1138 "Conqueror" (two in one)

The process of summoning the "Blood Flag of Salinger" went more smoothly than Angel had imagined.

In the past, whether in the North and South Continents, or in the God-forsaken Land where the "Giant King's Court" had not yet been unlocked, she would feel a slight obstacle when summoning the uniqueness of the "Red Priest" sealed in Morola. It came from the seal itself, from the resistance of breaking through the mirror world, which made her use of this flag not so easy.

But in the Quaternary Trier which was sealed by the God of Steam and the Eternal Sun, when Angel extracted the mirror image of the sealed object "0-01" from Morola's special mirror world, it was like taking something from his own private mirror space. Not only was there no hindrance, but it even felt like flowing water.

Swah——

The scorched flag covered with blood spots that gave off a dangerous aura fluttered in the scorching wind, and an aura that made people feel submissive surged out instantly. Even Glad Soran, who had transformed into a flaming spear, turned back into a flaming giant, his face shrouded in bluish-purple flames with a solemn expression.

"This is the uniqueness of the 'Red Priest'..."

He murmured.

"It's just a mirror image."

Angel's lips curled up slightly as he replied, lest the "War Bishop" take risks due to excessive benefits.

As soon as she finished speaking, the "Disaster Giant" surrounded by flames, storms and smoke, which was dozens of meters high not far away, turned to face this side, as if sensing the call of the "Blood Flag of Salinger".

This allowed Angel to see for the first time the appearance of the giant that was formed after Vermonda Champagne Soren lost control.

His entire body was burnt, his flesh and blood no longer existed, and his skeleton with a metallic sheen was surrounded by purple, nearly transparent flames, which filled the gaps between the bones, forming a body that seemed to be complete, but with cracks everywhere, from which flames, hail, lightning, storms and other things made up of illusory symbols constantly overflowed, forming an environment of various disasters around the giant.

These mysterious symbols, together with the iron-black skeleton inside, seem to contain all kinds of indescribable yet mysterious knowledge, which makes people dizzy and want to destroy everything violently at a glance.

While Angel was observing the giant, the latter also looked over. A face somewhat similar to Glade Soren, but extremely distorted and painful, appeared on the surface of the iron-black skull. His eyes were dark, dead and empty. In the purple flames on the side, smaller faces kept appearing alternately. They were men and women, young and old, with expressions of resentment or hatred, growing on the surface of withered hearts of different sizes.

With the experience in the underground palace of Red Swan Castle, Angel immediately understood that these were the faces of generations of victims of the Sauron family. They had merged into the body of the "Disaster Giant" Fomonda one after another, leaving the spirit in the weak spot of the seal. The "Conqueror" with only a crazy body and extraordinary characteristics had a certain degree of sanity and did not completely break through the seal and return to the real world.

Otherwise, if this "disaster giant" which has essentially been polluted to a certain extent drills out of the Red Swan Castle and enters the Fifth Epoch Trier on the ground, not only the Sauron family but the entire city will suffer. By then, not only will a new city have to be rebuilt to seal the Fourth Epoch Trier underground, the number of casualties will probably be in the millions.

No wonder the Eternal Sun, which had just fought a divine war with the Kingdom of Loen, the Goddess of Night, and the Lord of Storms, did not stop me from entering Trier in the Fourth Epoch. The patron angel Saint Viev also left here as an escape. Bonova of the Steam Church readily agreed to help, and the next day he loosened the seal to let me in... Angel suddenly realized that this was the second "Giant King's Court". The higher the sequence, the easier it was to be contaminated. It also involved source essence, making it difficult for the gods to intervene. They could only let source essence followers like her come in to resolve the issue and relieve some pressure on the seal.

The Sauron family thought that the secret was hidden very deeply, but in fact the church had known it for a long time. Even after they were driven off the throne, their bloodline was still retained in order to continue to control the weak point of the seal where the "Disaster Giant" was lingering in the depths.

Thinking of this, Angel glanced at Glade Soren who had turned back into human form. The latter also figured it out and his expression turned grim.

His actions in the past six months of secretly controlling members of the Sauron family branch and gradually gaining control of the family's power were likely also under the surveillance of the church.

While the two were thinking, a giant made of a metal skeleton and purple flames took a few steps towards this side, moving with the storm, hail and smoke around him.

Then, he raised his huge head high and opened his mouth to let out a roar that was full of desire for destruction and madness.

It was just like the roar that Angel heard beside the bronze coffin deep in the underground maze, but without the seal, it poured directly into her ears, making her feel a slight pain in her head and she couldn't help but frown.

Glade Soren beside her reacted much more strongly, as if he had been punched and his head tilted back slightly. It took him a moment to stand firm again. The sadness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a strong desire to fight.

In any case, this giant was formed by His descendants losing control, and is a problem He must solve.

Angel also confirmed that her entry into Trier of the Fourth Epoch was tacitly approved by the two gods of Intis, and that she would not be disturbed inexplicably, so she put aside the last bit of worry in her heart.

She waved the "Blood Flag of Salinger" in her left hand, with the iron-black flagpole pointing directly at the disaster giant in front of her. Her right hand reached to her side and tentatively touched the "Sword of Glory" sealed in the underground memorial hall of Patis in the "City of Dreams". As she expected, the process of summoning this bone sword, which was also a "level 0" seal, was also unusually smooth.

With a swish, a bone sword formed by the remains and extraordinary characteristics of the God of Glory Bradl was projected into Angel's hand. The next second, a "silver-white rapier" carrying flames of destruction surged out of the body of the disaster giant, cutting every metal bone and tearing the flesh made of purple flames, making the face that appeared in front of the skull even more painful and distorted.

boom--

The Disaster Giant stretched his limbs in response, and the smoke gushing out from all parts of his body instantly enveloped the place where he was. Although this "fog of war" that could block vision and spiritual perception was not as strong as the fog that enveloped the collapsed palace deep in Trier in the Fourth Epoch, it was more condensed and heavy. The "petrification" and "curse" effects that Angel subsequently sent out through his silver-white rapier were all ineffective, and there was no reaction at all.

It seems that we can only rely on physical combat... Of course, His body, which is composed of a large number of souls and various concepts, must have weaknesses. After getting close to Him, we can try to find the "unstable" structure in it, and then induce it to lose balance, causing the giant to suffer a catastrophic destruction from the inside out... Angel immediately formulated a tactic, waving the flagpole in his hand, and the aura of conquering everything gathered around him, rushing straight towards Fomonda Soren.

The fog that originally enveloped the giant's body and made him invisible immediately faded to a certain extent, and the surrounding storms, hail, and lightning also split into two parts. The ones close to the disaster giant still enveloped him and provided him with protection, while the ones outside tried to fight against it and weaken the environment created by a mixture of multiple disasters.

The power that "Conqueror" possesses is also possessed by "Uniqueness", and it is even stronger!

If the real body of the "Blood Flag of Salinger" was not still sealed in Morola, and what appeared here was just a mirror image, Angel could even use his own will to directly deprive the Disaster Giant of all the disaster symbols around him, leaving him almost naked.

But even so, the weakened "Fog of War" revealed some gaps, and Angel's eyes and spirituality locked onto the huge figure again. The "Sword of Glory" in his hand vibrated at a high frequency, and the "Silver Rapier" with petrifying power once again exploded in the body of the Disaster Giant.

The sound of metal friction continued to ring out, and soon turned into the dull sound of stone breaking. The iron-black skeleton of the Disaster Giant's body quickly turned into a layer of gray, and the surface continued to peel off. The brilliant purple flame also weakened a lot.

But Angel frowned, and used her "Disaster" witch's petrifying power and the silver-white rapier to directly penetrate the opponent's body, but the damage caused was not as expected.

She immediately noticed that in the wasteland under the feet of the disaster giant, where the liquid-like flowing flames kept dripping, fat-headed and fat-brained human figures made of mud were crawling up. They quickly stood up and became three or four meters tall, with charred bodies dotted with dark red blood, and equipped with armor and weapons. Some of them were also dyed gray and white, and soon became motionless stone statues.

He "recruited" soldiers and shared the damage among them... Angel was impressed by the terrifying fighting instincts of the "Conqueror" giants who had become conscious. He took control of some of the puppets through the same "recruitment" and let these soldiers, who had the strength of saints but relatively monotonous power systems, fight together. At the same time, he glanced at Glad Soran who was full of fighting spirit.

Then, she turned into a flaming spear, carrying the "Blood Flag of Salinger" and the "Sword of Glory", and flew towards the disaster giant in the smoke.

In front of Glade, several palm-sized puppets fell, and before they hit the ground, they turned into two-meter-tall steel puppets in full armor.

At the same time, He felt that He had been called up and joined a team led by Angel and composed of iron puppets. Angel's soft but convincing voice rang in His mind:
"You are responsible for controlling them and the clay dolls I have seized, and weakening the power of Fomonda."

His heart felt warm, and he felt as if he had returned to the strife-ridden era after the Cataclysm, back to the time when he was still a "Weather Warlock" and led the legion into battle.

Whoosh - Glade and the puppets of the "Harvester Legion" turned into flaming spears and flew forward following Angel.

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Deep in Trier in the Fourth Epoch, on a street covered in thick fog.

Edgar Gibson has used the "No Darkness" seal in his hand to clear out more than ten evil spirits, but has not encountered the "cultists" mentioned in the mission report.

Whether it was a monster that looked like a demon tree with various organs all over its body, or a shadow in the fog that could manipulate and tamper with the rules to a certain extent, or even a believer in the "Great Mother" who could make people pregnant for no apparent reason, he didn't see any of them.

Only the evil spirits and shadows spontaneously formed by the remaining divine power in this place kept coming out, attacking the intruders instinctively. Even a team of Mid-Sequence Extraordinary People could easily deal with them as long as they were well prepared.

This made Edgar suspect that he had gone to the wrong place. He did not really go deep into the underground where the evil god's followers were hidden, but lost his way in the thick fog.

He looked at the other Sage of the Mechanical Heart beside him and asked in a low voice:

"Check the situation around us."

The latter nodded, took out a compass with a distinct mechanical style, fiddled with it for a few times, and soon four white spots of light appeared on the black and white dial above, representing the four members of the "Mechanical Heart".

There was nothing around them, not even a single red light spot representing an enemy.

Did they really go the wrong way...Edgar just frowned when a crazy roar came from afar. The roar pierced through the eardrums and reached deep into the spirit body, causing the four of them to stand still in place, with expressions of fear and a burst of light composed of various colors on their bodies, on the verge of losing control. At this time, many evil spirits that had hidden in the shadows under the dazzling sunlight rushed out from the buildings on the nearby dilapidated streets. They were much less affected by the crazy roar, and naturally would not miss the opportunity to fight back.

But Edgar, who was holding the glowing porcelain bottle, woke up much faster than the evil spirit had imagined. He raised the seal in his hand again, allowing the scorching sunlight that left no shadows anywhere to hide to fill the entire street again. Even the fog that blocked his vision seemed to melt away. The evil spirit even ignited the sacred flame, which turned into ashes in an instant.

The other members of the "Mechanical Heart" also broke free from their loss of control, as if their souls had been purified, and their hearts were even calmer than before. Some of them raised weapons that emitted bright light, while others activated seals, quickly clearing out the evil spirits and shadows that showed up, and then carefully looked in the direction where the roar came from.

It was a wilderness area outside the city, which was shrouded in fog. A tornado arose inside, sweeping up flames, lightning, hail and other things into the sky, connecting to the endless sky at the top.

In the tornado, a huge figure kept swaying, and the barely visible outlines of its hands and feet were waving around, as if swatting flies.

Just by looking at the figure in the mist, Edgar and the others felt their doubts about the mission and a little dissatisfaction with the church quickly expand and turn into burning anger, almost setting their whole bodies on fire. There was also a sharp pain in their necks, and their heads seemed to be pulled upwards by a huge force, as if they would be separated from their bodies in the next second.

It was that "disaster giant"... Edgar reacted quickly and realized that the giant's abnormality was most likely caused by the battle. His previous guess was correct. Another elite force of the church entered from other weak seals and was trying to resolve the huge threat in Trier in the Fourth Epoch.

This kind of battle is simply not something that a few saints with "1" level seals can participate in...

After glancing at his pocket watch, Edgar estimated in his mind how long the blessing from the gods would last, as well as the combat effectiveness of his team after it was on the verge of losing control. He waved his hand and said:

"Retreat, return along the original route, and leave the seal."

When his teammates were leaving, Edgar took one last look at the Disaster Giant in the distance and suddenly discovered that there seemed to be an even smaller figure floating beside the hazy outline of the Disaster Giant.

Could it be His Highness Saint Bonois... He guessed in his heart, and quickly followed his teammates, retreating in the direction of the seal.

The hurried footsteps were quickly covered up by the thick fog, the evil spirits were purified, and the streets where the sunlight had left merged back into the surrounding gloomy environment.

Next to a wall that was high on one side and low on the other and stained with blood, a blurry white figure slowly emerged, with golden eyes looking at the backs of the departing "Mechanical Heart" team.

Then he turned around and walked deeper into the abandoned city.

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In the wilderness outside Trier in the Quaternary Period, brilliant purple flames had already ignited the sky. The surrounding land cracked and shook like an earthquake. Magma gushed out and was blown away by violent hurricanes, turning the area into a red hell.

Angel has now entered the complete form of a mythical creature. His long light golden hair turned into poisonous snakes with eyes on the ends, and his body was covered with blue-near purple flames. He swung the "Sword of Glory" in his hand quickly, and the silver-white rapier with all kinds of negative effects flashed into the body of the disaster giant, creating scars on the huge metal skeleton that were either gray and fragile or melted and flowing.

On the land swallowed by magma, countless clay puppets were fighting in two camps. The larger group belonged to Fomonda Soren. They fought only by instinct without any rules, and were suppressed by the smaller but tightly organized Glade Legion.

Furthermore, as Angel continued to attack, the legions belonging to Vermonda were broken one by one because of the damage shared by the "connection", causing the numbers of both sides to quickly approach each other, and they were even overtaken by the legion commanded by Glade.

But even so, Angel couldn't defeat this out-of-control and crazy "Conqueror" for a while.

Although the giant covered in purple flames was covered in scars and his charred metal skeleton seemed to collapse at any time, his instinctive fighting spirit was rising. Angel tried several times to kill the opponent by attacking the puppet and transferring the damage to the main body, but the conqueror cut off the connection in time. The curse that tried to make the main body "unbalanced" and destroyed by disasters from the inside out was also blocked by the layers of flames and shared by the puppets, so it could not cause fatal damage.

Angel believed that any out-of-control Sequence 1 mythical creatures from any other pathways would have died under her attack by now. Only the civil war between the two pathways of "City of Disaster" would be so protracted. Although she was confident that she could slowly weaken the opponent's legion and eventually deal a fatal blow, the battle would probably take a long time.

Thoughts raced through Angel's mind, his gaze fixed on the liquid flame that was slowly flowing out of the surface of the Disaster Titan and dripping onto the ground, and suddenly he had an idea.

Her figure quickly disappeared in the air and reappeared on the ground covered with cracks and flowing lava. She waved the metal flagpole in her left hand, and a wisp of liquid flame flew towards her, landing on the ice that suddenly appeared and immediately began to melt.

Using this as a mirror to directly contact the liquid flame equivalent to the blood of the "Disaster Giant", Angel immediately launched a curse and attacked Fomonda Soren and the army of puppets under his control at the same time.

This curse, which was transmitted directly through blood, was much stronger than the curse transmitted through visual observation or through a silver-white rapier. The purple flame on the disaster giant was immediately covered by the black flame rising into the sky, and the clay dolls around him were quickly dyed the same color.

The next second, the disaster giant's mountain-like body bent down and smashed towards Angel with his huge fist.

With a loud bang and the sound of breaking glass, Angel's mirror double was crushed into pieces, and her figure emerged from the other end of the battlefield.

But the damage of this straight punch was also transmitted to the real body through the stand, causing purple high-temperature flames to gush out of Angel's mouth and nose, burning some of her internal organs. The burning and severe pain spread throughout her body, causing her limbs to almost cramp.

Fortunately, the results of this risky behavior were very significant. Half of the surrounding soldiers were burned by the black flames and fell to the ground and turned back into charred soil. The purple flames on the surface of the "Disaster Giant" were almost completely replaced by black flames of destruction. The face on the surface of the skull had its eyes closed and its facial features wrinkled, falling into pain and despair.

That is the weakness, the place where He is "unbalanced"... Angel's spirit gave a reminder, and his body turned into a flaming spear, flying towards the disaster giant.

Behind her, Glad Soren, who had been controlling the "Angel Legion" to encircle and suppress the puppets of Fomonda, appeared. His eyes followed the flaming Angel and the severely injured "Disaster Titan" closely, his eyes flickering.

He realized that now was the best opportunity to capture the "Disaster" Witch and the "Conqueror" Giant in one fell swoop.

As long as it is accomplished, He can use the seal of the "Harvester Legion" to truly obtain the power of the "War Bishop", then jump to Sequence 2 of the Witch Path, and finally be promoted to Sequence 1 Conqueror, restoring the strength he had two thousand years ago, and having the qualifications and power to compete for the "Red Priest"!
But this thought only appeared in his mind for a moment before it was suppressed by a cold snort.

Glade quickly commanded the tall puppets to fly in the same flaming spear posture. Some exploded in the air, dispersing the conflicting storms, hail and lightning, while others smashed into various parts of the body of the disaster giant who was dozens of meters high, making him who was still trying to struggle unstable, and liquid flames spilled like blood.

Taking this opportunity, the flaming Angel flew over the head of Fomonda Soren and changed into human form again in the air, with his snake hair fluttering, all his eyes fixed on the giant's head below, the flag held high, and the will to conquer firmly fixed the enemy in place.

The face that appeared on the iron head suddenly opened its black eyes and looked at Angel with a lifeless gaze. Behind him, the faces of generations of victims of the Sauron family also appeared, with different expressions.

It's now!

Angel captured this moment, his eyes flashed, and the entire Disaster Giant was reflected in them. The "disaster" fell on Fomonda Soren in an instant. The souls that maintained his sanity and allowed him to control his own power instantly betrayed him and flew away. The withered hearts were immediately burned in the flames and turned into flying ashes.

The giant face closed its eyes with a peaceful expression, as if it had accepted its own end, and disappeared along with countless smaller faces, revealing the steel skull underneath, one of which gleamed in Angel's eyes.

That is the final weakness of the "Disaster Titan".

The three-meter-long flagpole of the "Salinger Blood Flag" in Angel's hand was thrown out with a whistling sound, and landed on the forehead of the disaster giant like lightning, easily penetrating the steel skeleton that had no flame protection and no countless faces covering it, making a crackling sound of glass breaking, and returned to the mirror world.

Disappearing along with the "0-01" projection were the dozens of meters tall skeletons of disaster giants. They quickly collapsed with their skulls as the center, sucking in the surrounding storms, lightning, and fire like a black hole. After being compressed to the extreme, they quickly expanded and ejected, scattering countless substances in all directions.

Torrential rain fell like a flood, lightning flashed in succession, strong winds enveloped the entire wilderness, and thick fog covered the faintly glowing sky.

The entire Trier of the Fourth Epoch seemed to be shaken by the fall of this archangel, this "conqueror".

Outside the rainstorm and strong wind, Glade Soran breathed a sigh of relief and glanced secretly at the witch in the air whose snake-like hair was gradually shrinking and the flames on her body were quickly dissipating.

He always felt that if he had suddenly rebelled just now, the flag would have been stuck on his forehead by now.

As if sensing Glade's gaze, Angel looked down and smiled a triumphant smile.

Don’t seduce me secretly… Glade’s chest skipped a beat and he quickly looked away, looking at the ball of light in the air that was gradually condensing from the broken skull.

That was the characteristic of "conqueror" that originally belonged to Him, but which He would never have again.

PS: It is not convenient to separate the battle into chapters, so I just post them together. There will be no chapters in the evening.

(End of this chapter)