Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1141 Let You Rest in Peace
As the Patriarch of the "Church of the God of War", Larion has close ties with the Einhorn family of the Feysac Empire and is no stranger to the "Conqueror" Path Sequence 1 characteristics they possess.

The "Blood Flag of Salinger" that was smashing towards him at this time carried an even stronger aura of "conquest" than that characteristic, which made Larion extremely certain that once he was hit by it, no matter whether it was a "weakness" or not, he would die on the spot as if he was hit in a weakness.

Was this the "Conqueror" that the Sauron family of the Kingdom of Intis once possessed but lost, or was it the "uniqueness" that had never appeared in the entire Fifth Era? Several questions popped up in Larion's mind, but he didn't dare to face the iron-black flagpole and the blood-stained banner. His body merged into the surrounding light in a fraction of a second, making Angel's attack fall in vain.

This was "hiding by borrowing light". Angel had faced saints and angels from the "Twilight Giant" path many times, and was aware of the weakness of this ability. Countless threads burning with black flames immediately spread around, quickly clinging to Larion, who was invisible but could be touched. The flames ignited on his body, and were then extinguished by a layer of orange-red light.

At the same time, the "Blood Flag of Salinger" began to transform the surrounding land and trees with its "recruiting" ability. Clay puppets over two meters tall emerged from the ground. Human outlines appeared on the surface of the tree trunks that were so large that one person could not hug them. Wooden men emerged one after another. They had mouths, noses, and limbs, and blue flame weapons appeared in their hands, almost filling up the battlefield.

Swish, several silver-white lights flashed, and the bodies of several clay dolls near Larion exploded from the inside. The "Glory One" reappeared, covered with a layer of silver-white armor, which was surging with dusk-like light. It looked shabby, but it had unparalleled defensive power.

Is it really incomparable... Angel sneered and waved the flagpole again, using the "uniqueness" of this attribute to suppress the opponent's actions. The projection of the "Sword of Glory" in the other hand turned invisible in the high-speed shaking, and the blade carrying curses, black flames and petrification power flashed to the position where Larion was, and then exploded in all directions.

But this almost undefendable attack was blocked by the "Dusk Armor" on Larion's body. It scratched the surface of the armor, leaving melted or gray marks with the sharp sound of metal collision, without touching his flesh.

He could defend against this kind of attack, worthy of being the Patriarch of the Church of the God of War, the genuine "Glory One"... Angel was a little surprised, but the puppets she recruited to form the team did not hesitate at all. They turned into flaming spears and rushed towards Larion one after another. The blue flames completely enveloped His tall body.

Explosions continued one after another, and in the rising flames and smoke, orange-red sword blade storms appeared out of thin air from various positions, tearing through the flaming spears in the air and completely destroying the clay and wooden puppets one by one.

Angel did not use "connection" to help these cheap subordinates share the damage. Anyway, she could summon these saint-level puppets at any time using the "Blood Flag of Salinger", which was inexhaustible. However, Larion's physical strength and spirituality were limited.

In her sight, the figure of the patriarch appeared in the slowly dissipating smoke. The latter's robe had long been burned in the flames, and his skin became more and more blue-gray. Countless complex runes containing mystical knowledge appeared on the surface. A huge crack appeared between his eyebrows, and an orange-red light emerged from inside.

That was the mythical creature form of the "Twilight Giant". The runes on its body and the huge single eye made Angel feel a little tired, as if he was bathing in the twilight light of the Giant King's Court.

But Angel was not worried about the opponent's power in the complete mythical creature form, nor did he transform himself into a flaming Gorgon. Even a new batch of cannon fodder puppets did not appear.

"It's time..."

She muttered confidently, and the next second, Larion, whose body became huge and closer to the image of Badhair, the "God of War" he believed in, trembled, coughed violently a few times, and his expression became painful.

The plague spread by Angel finally took effect on this angel.

The angel-level plague is no longer an ordinary pathogen, but a plague in the mystical sense that can even corrode mythical creatures. Although most angels from other paths will subconsciously guard against the witch's ability, and a healthy body and sufficient spirituality can resist for a period of time, Larion, who is on the verge of losing control and can't even suppress the change in his expression after deceiving Angel, can't guard against this invisible attack.

Puff—the giant with grayish skin and one angry eye spat out a mouthful of turbid blood. Before it fell to the ground, it turned grayish white and floated up like stone chips.

Under the continuous attacks, explosions, curses and plagues wrought by the puppets' sacrifice, the "Glory One" finally bowed his head.

At this time, the spiritual world that had just been destroyed around him had not yet recovered. It was impossible for him to escape from a witch who was proficient in mirror magic. The lost "anchor" of faith after the death of the "God of War" also made it impossible for him to recover from his loss of control, unless he prayed for help from the Goddess of Night, the god who killed the God of War.

Larion had already made a decision on this matter.

He suddenly raised his head, clasped his hands together, and a strong light burst out from his palms. The orange-red "Sword of Dusk" took shape again. Then, the giant, who was spitting blood and whose body patterns began to become mottled and chaotic, took a step towards Angel and began to charge.

The only thing left in His sight was the enemy.

Angel did not dodge, nor did she deliver the final blow. Instead, she watched the patriarch with strong faith rush towards her like a high-speed steam locomotive and pierce her body with a giant sword that was bigger than her.

After doing all this, Larion slowly knelt on the ground. The Dusk Sword in his hand disappeared along with his last consciousness, and the light emanating from the huge gap between his eyes became dim. With a crash, Angel, who was almost split in half, collapsed into pieces of mirror fragments in front of him. The real her appeared from behind Larion and sighed softly.

She could have simply made the mirror double disappear, making Larion's final attack a farce, but in the end she fulfilled his wish and let him rest in peace.

Of course, as a reward, she would not hesitate to give the other party the extraordinary characteristics of the "Glory One".

Muttering a few words in his mind, Angel cast his gaze towards the city of Beldan in the night, hesitating whether he should guard Larion's body and wait for the characteristics to be extracted to avoid secondary disasters caused by the out-of-control pollution characteristics, or directly enter Beldan, a place where "you can only enter but not exit", to see what happened inside.

Suddenly, not far in front of her, a figure wearing an intricate court dress, with nothing around her neck and four heads in her hands, emerged from the spirit world. Eight blood-red eyes looked at her and then locked onto Larion's body, which was still in a kneeling position.

It was the headless messenger, Ms. Renette Tinicole. How could she be here? And she came just after the spirit world was restored. Could she be tracking down Patriarch Larion?
Angel thought about it and waited for Reinette to float over. The four heads opened their mouths one by one and said:
“I didn’t expect…” “You’ve already…” “Solved…” “This person…”

"He bumped into me by himself..." Angel explained immediately, and then pointed to the city of Beldan in the night, "You followed Him from that city?"

"Source Castle..." "The aura..." "Attracted..." "We..."

Sefirah Castle... Isn't that the "source essence" that Klein possesses? This means that Klein is indeed in Beldan, and he must use the power of the source essence for some reason... "We" refers to "Him" and other spiritual creatures? Angel's thoughts turned quickly, and he immediately looked at Reinette and continued:
"Can you help guard this body and collect its extraordinary characteristics? I want to go see if your contractor is okay."

Renette's four heads and eight eyes stared at Angel, and after a few seconds they all nodded.

Fortunately, He and I and Klein have worked together many times and are trustworthy. If it were any other "person", I would not feel comfortable handing over the angel's extraordinary characteristics to him... Angel let out a long sigh, entered the mirror world, and flew straight to Beldan City where countless "mirror passages" converged.

This city, which is dominated by the coal mining industry, is composed of countless mirrors and the space and passages behind them in the mirror world. As soon as Angel crossed the boundary between the suburbs and the urban area, she felt an invisible barrier appear behind her. She looked back and saw nothing in her sight, but her spirit sensed that she had entered the area where "she could enter but not exit".

If he couldn't even escape from the mirror world? Then the spirit world and reality were even more impossible... How did Patriarch Larion leave the city? Did he force his way out or did he use some clever method?

Angel left the mirror world while thinking, and his figure appeared on the slightly deserted street.

She was surrounded by familiar Loen-style buildings. Most of the windows had lights on, but there was no one on the street, as if it was under curfew.

No, it is very likely that it is a curfew... Assuming that Larion is telling the truth in order to deceive on key issues, then the "strict laws" of this city may have enacted a "curfew" or similar laws, so it is normal that citizens dare not go out on the streets...

Angel quickly thought of the legendary "Ghost Empire" and the laws of the "City of Dreams", and formed a preliminary assessment of the situation.

Of course, the specific situation can only be understood after contacting Klein and asking Mr. Fool who is trapped here.

Just then, she suddenly realized an important problem.

Does the “curfew” order include her as an outsider?
As soon as this thought came into her mind, the clothes on Angel's back suddenly tore open, and criss-crossing bloodstains appeared on the skin below. Intense pain far beyond the pain caused by the wounds surged into her mind, as if she was attacked by a certain "arbitrator" angel using mental piercing or a whip of pain.

That is "flogging" for those who violate the curfew order, and it is a punishment in the occult sense!

PS: Thanks to the leader of "永閣之亭" for the reward (づ￣ 3￣)づ~☆

(End of this chapter)