Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1207 Mirror City
With the crisp sound of jingling bells, the train, which was shortened to only two carriages and looked like a steam train, rushed straight towards Angel along the metal tracks laid on the ground.

It's a tram... What kind of antique? No, it's advanced technology for this era... Suddenly seeing a creation that is beyond the current era, Angel was a little stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to take out the long sword made of flames of destruction to cut it in half, but then he remembered that he might have come to the Western Continent by relying on the "Secret Ceremony". He resisted the urge to destroy, flexibly turned his body sideways, and dodged the speeding train.

After all, she was the one standing on the track, not the other party who was deliberately bumping into her... She muttered, her eyes swept across the blue carriage that passed by, and she could clearly see the passengers standing in the glass windows.

They were facing the street, but only their heads were floating in the air, with a bloody spine dragging underneath.

The train passed by and the bells faded away.

Angel still stood there.

She slowly turned her neck to make sure that she was not left with only a head like the other passengers. Then she followed the departing train with her eyes and watched it disappear at the end of the street.

After I had digested the "despair" potion to a certain extent, I saw this street in the gray fog for the first time. The pedestrians, rickshaw passengers and rickshaw drivers there were all normal humans. But just now, before I performed the "secret ceremony" with the corpse oil candles accompanied by the man in the mirror, the people I saw showed signs of pollution to varying degrees. Now I am facing a whole car of "flying heads"... As my sequence increases, my connection with the source becomes closer and closer. Is what I see now the true appearance of the "City of Disaster"?

She thought about it and looked across the street again. Sure enough, she found a two-wheeled cart pulled by a man wearing a straw hat and a towel. Sitting on the cart was a lady with a voluptuous figure, covering her face with a round fan painted with flowers, plants, birds and animals.

But this time, without the obstruction of the gray fog, Angel could clearly see that the driver's face was rotten in many places, and yellowish pus was flowing down his chin like sweat; the lady was wearing a silk waist-length skirt, and the skin on her arms, cheeks and other exposed areas was swollen and shiny, covered with bruises.

Being stared at by Angel, the lady seemed to sense something and put down her fan, revealing a face that was also swollen with squeezed features. She opened her eyes with difficulty and looked over here.

The rickshaw also stopped not far from Angel, and the driver looked back at the swollen lady, as if asking for her opinion.

The next second, with a whoosh, the round fan stood up, the driver pulled the rickshaw, and flew into the alley on the side. Only the creaking sound of the wheels pressing on the stone slabs could be heard.

Ran away... They ran away...

Angel was ready to communicate or fight, but when he saw these two people were obviously contaminated and even didn't know if they were alive and were running away "tactfully", he didn't know whether he should chase after them.

After a moment, she shook her head and did not try to catch up. Instead, she rose directly into the air and observed the street from a bird's-eye view, as well as the wider scenery around her.

She has discovered that she is not in reality, but inside a special mirror world.

If I were not a witch who had reached the status of an angel and was extremely sensitive to mirror magic, I would probably not be able to discover it... She thought about it, and used the witch's control over the world in the mirror to quickly raise her body. Her vision gradually became clear, and a huge city came into view.

This city was almost half the size of Backlund, with a winding river running through it, bridges of all sizes lining the river, and wide streets on both sides of the river, with concrete houses of varying heights and many ancient buildings interspersed among them, like a mixture of two cities, modern and traditional, or perhaps the rapid expansion caused by rapid development had led to a disordered internal planning of the city, a mess.

But Angel did not find more trams, rickshaws and strange figures he had just seen in the city. The city in the mirror was dead silent, with only an appearance and no vitality.

One side of the deserted city was shrouded in thick dark fog. In the center of the fog, a tall tower that was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with regularly protruding eaves all around was looming. The base of the tower was shrouded in darkness, and the eerie and terrifying atmosphere inside was undisguised.

It seems that this is the city, the core of this special mirror world... Angel looked around, then flew towards the tall tower in the black mist.

She came here just to solve her doubts, so naturally she would go wherever there was danger, and she was not worried about encountering any difficult problems.

After all, her current body sealed in the "Western Continent" is essentially just a spiritual body produced by a secret ritual, just like when she and Klein explored the City of the Dead, Calderon.

If she wasn't closely connected to the "City of Disaster", she wouldn't even reveal her physical form, let alone use her various extraordinary abilities normally.

As for the possibility of encountering an irresistible crisis or even being contaminated by some terrible thing, she had already considered it. The man in the mirror was standing next to her body when she entered a meditative state. If he found anything abnormal, he would kill her immediately, causing her to break the secret contract and then be resurrected in the prepared mirror substitute.

This is the profound lesson left by the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros... She muttered, plunged into the gloomy fog, and came to the bottom of the tall tower.

Looking up from this angle, Angel discovered that the entire tower was actually just a hazy outline, as if it did not belong to this mirror world, yet it influenced this place.

With her spiritual intuition and the witch's keenness in mirror magic, she realized that this tower and the surrounding fog were a seal that separated this mirror world from reality. Even Angel, a "disaster" witch, could not break through. "Could it be that the 'Blood Emperor' Tudor caused some kind of damage when he came here last time, or even created this mirror world, causing the practitioners of the Western Continent to build a seal to seal this place? Is it related to that 'Underworld Man'?"

She muttered to herself as she entered the dark and gloomy tower and went down the spiral staircase to the deep underground. She saw an ancient well made of stone slabs and covered with moss. Black iron chains were nailed into the stone slabs at the edge, with the other end hanging down into the wellhead, tightly stretched.

The deep fog that spread outside the tower was emitted by this ancient well.

The cold darkness underground had no effect on Angel. She casually pushed away the mist and looked into the well, and found that the thick blood water of a strange blood color was only a few meters away from the wellhead. The water surface was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the wellhead and the iron chains. The iron chains carved with many evil ghost faces gathered densely in the depths of the blood water, almost forming a closed circle.

The well mouth, the iron-black ring, the blood, the seal... It's very similar to the design of the seal of "Conqueror" Fomonda deep in the underground palace of the Red Swan Castle of Sauron's family... Well, in terms of time, this is the authentic one... It seems that before disturbing the underworld, "Blood Son" Tudor had some contact and even exchanges with the Western Continent, and made a lot of strange things... Angel was thinking, and the terrifying and gloomy breath came from the blood at the bottom of the well again, making her shudder.

The dragon as big as the city has not been seen yet. Could it be at the bottom of the well? The calm blood water itself can be considered a mirror. Could it be possible to leave this sealed mirror world from here? Angel guessed.

She first looked around and found that there was nothing worth noting at the bottom of the tower except the ancient well and the iron chains carved with evil spirits but became blurred in the long river of time. Then she went back to the well, flipped over and jumped into it.

Silently, she passed through the mirror formed by blood and was wrapped in the fishy and sticky liquid, as if she had returned to the real world.

But Angel knew that this was still a part of the mirror, but there was another space at the bottom of the well, as if it was connected to an ocean of blood. There was no sea surface here, but it was filled with bloody liquid. The stench and smell of rust rushed into Angel's mouth and nose frantically, but it did not cause suffocation. Instead, it made her feel full and fulfilled.

In the endless sea of ​​blood, corpses passed over her floating body. Half of them were headless corpses, and the other half were flying heads dragging their spines. They were carried downwards by the current like a dark river.

Angel did not try to break free, but followed the river of corpses, gradually going deeper into the bottom of the sea of ​​blood, approaching a huge figure.

The figure was entrenched on the seabed, and its size was almost the same as the city in the mirror above the ancient well. It was like a giant dragon from the East, but its body was so shadowy that it was difficult to tell whether it was real or not.

The river formed by corpses and heads bypassed the giant dragon and flowed into a spring under its body. The large number of corpses was so great that it seemed to be blocking the spring, causing more corpses washed in from the rear to accumulate above, forming a dark cloud-like tide of corpses.

Why is it blocked as soon as I arrive... Angel frowned and did not disturb the corpses. But she noticed that some of the relatively intact corpses were swollen with blood and had dark blue decay marks on their bodies, which was similar to the lady in the rickshaw.

Are these corpses from the mirror city? Are they the people in the mirror of the real city? That dragon... Angel turned and looked at the figure that was as big as the city, realizing that the other party was also in reality, not in the mirror world.

She tried to approach the dragon, but found that as she had guessed, there was no way to get close to or touch it. Instead, in front of the dragon's location, she found a square with a radius of more than ten kilometers and paved with gray and white tiles.

Huge black, gray or blood-red stone pillars stand around the square, pointing to the sky and supporting an invisible dome that prevents blood and corpses from entering.

The square supported by stone pillars, the invisible dome, the city in the mirror that corresponds to reality, the seal under the city... Isn't this Trier in the Fourth Epoch? Now the prototype of the method to seal the city polluted by the source has been found... Do the Seven Gods also have a way to connect to the Western Continent? Or did they just discover this method from Tudor's legacy?
While Angel was copying in his mind, he entered the invisible dome and landed on a square so wide that the edges were almost invisible.

The place where she landed was exactly in the center of the square and the many stone pillars. There stood a full-length silver mirror with a classical shape and intricate patterns all around. It was exactly the same as the one Angel had seen in the treasure house of the "Blue Avenger" earlier.

Is this... some kind of symbol, meaning the connection between the "Blood Emperor" and the Western Continent, or is it really a pair with the mirror in the ghost ship? Angel frowned slightly, carefully approached from the side so that he would not be reflected in the mirror, and used his own mirror to reflect and look inside the mirror.

The scene in the mirror was not the corridor surrounded by the Starlight Gate, but the ruins of a magnificent palace. An arm covered with tattered armor was supported on the ground, with the broken end pointing high into the sky. The exposed part was rotting and oozing pus, and the pus dripped onto the ground and ignited an invisible flame, making the surrounding stone pillars and broken walls shrouded in high temperature, and the shadow kept shaking.

Angel's pupils dilated slightly.

She had seen the ruins of the building in the mirror before. It was the dilapidated palace in the depths of Trier in the Fourth Epoch that seemed to have always attracted her. It was also the place where the "Blood Emperor" Tudor fell.

Is this arm Alistair Tudor's? If this square corresponds to the underground area of ​​Trier in the Fourth Epoch and has mystical similarities, then the location of this mirror is indeed where the ruins of the palace are. So if I step into the mirror, I can return to the underground of Trier in the northern continent? Is this the passage that Tudor opened up when he activated the power of the sealed source?

Her mind was full of thoughts, but one hand rose involuntarily and touched the mirror, as if she wanted to touch the huge arm that was taller than the stone pillar.

Suddenly, the scene in the mirror changed. A hand also covered with black armor but not much bigger than Angel's stretched out from the mirror and grabbed her hand.

(End of this chapter)