Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1228 I've wanted to do this for a long time
Angel was a little surprised to enter the "Dream Festival" so smoothly, but he also felt that it was reasonable.

When this special dreamland was truly launched last year, the royal faction of the Spirit Cult had sent a team to try to enter here. They did not have Angel's experience summarized by their predecessors, nor did they have the protection of the goddess who holds the power over dreams. They succeeded only on their own, which means that the Dream Festival does not resist the entry of outsiders, but will only seal all memories inside, making them forget everything after waking up.

"But all this seems to be even more extreme than what the Pale Queen described..."

Angel murmured, his gaze extending from the streets below to the plantations next to the primitive jungle in the distance.

There were still not many people on the street, but there had been quite a commotion in the nearest bar, with drinkers, guards and bartenders physically fighting each other. They were roaring with excitement, completely different from their usual elegance and kindness. From time to time, people were thrown out of the house and fell on the street, not knowing whether they were completely drunk or fainted.

On the corner of the street, several men dressed as local hunters were carrying hunting rifles and ammunition, excitedly discussing the plan of entering the primeval forest for night hunting. However, after a few words, they looked at the houses on both sides of the street with bloodshot eyes, as if they had found new hunting targets.

Thick smoke rose from the plantation farther outside the town, and flames were faintly visible. It was obvious that someone had set a fire. There was chaos all around, with some people trying to put out the fire, some sneaking into the manor, and more people watching from the sidelines with an indifferent attitude, as if what was burning was not their work but a few weeds.

Everything is in chaos... Is this what is called "releasing negative emotions"? Angel observed for a while, using the mirrors that were still available to her throughout the dream world to explore more carefully, and then jumped up and jumped from the window to the street below.

She had discovered that most of the residents of Tizamo were still asleep, either lying in bed or sleeping on the ground. There were only about three or four hundred people awake, less than one-fifth of the total population.

As for who will be asleep and who will be awake, Angel guessed that it was related to their state at the time when the "Dream Festival" began at midnight. If they were already asleep, they would sleep until dawn without any external interference. However, those who were originally hanging out in bars, strolling on the streets, or staying awake because of their night watch would be forced into dreams and be in a state where they thought they were awake, as if they were being attacked by the power of a "nightmare".

Then, they will be controlled by negative emotions, lose self-control, use alcohol to cause destruction, aim their shotguns at humans, burn down plantations that they don't like, and even rape and kill people...

Angel's expression changed slightly, and then he calmed down completely. He looked at the "Eternal Sun" Church with a round golden hemisphere on top, which was still clearly visible in the darkness, and prepared to go there first.

What if the church that controls this place knows a thing or two about the Dream Festival?

Before Angel took a step, the young men who had just been discussing breaking into other people's homes to play hunting games appeared in front of her. The leader held a double-barreled shotgun in one hand and wiped his greasy light blonde hair with the other. He looked her up and down and said in a tone without a trace of kindness:

"Tsk, I didn't expect that her back looks even hotter than Sir Pettit's lady, but her face is so ordinary."

"Haha, I told you, how could someone have both Simone's figure and Annie's looks..."

Another man, who was carrying a shotgun and a short knife, and wearing a wide-brimmed hat, was short but had delicate skin and was obviously pampered. He teased his friend.

"Forget it, it's the same if we turn off the lights."

The blond man muttered quietly, raised his shotgun and pointed it at Angel's chest, which was not even covered by her loose skirt, with an increasingly obscene expression:

"Girl, just cooperate with us...Oh my god, I didn't realize it was so big just now..."

Before he could finish his words, Angel grabbed the shotgun and without any hesitation, smashed it into his head, which had the same hair color as his own.

With a bang, the man fell to the ground with his eyes rolled back. Then there were two more bangs, and the remaining two companions who were controlled by desires and negative thoughts also fell down limply and fell into a real dream.

Considering that the consequences of death in the "Dream Festival" will be reflected in reality, Angel did not kill them, but simply knocked out these ignorant young people from the small town.

As for whether the three good-looking and defenseless people would be dragged into the alley by other people passing by to do other things, she didn't care.

"Anyway, as long as I'm not dead, the most I'll have is a little pain in my butt when I wake up..."

Angel smiled, bent the barrel of the shotgun and threw it on the ground, then walked towards the church.

Not far along the way, she noticed that some residents who were originally sleeping were awakened by various noises and joined the "carnival" that spread to the entire town of Tizamo. As the chaos expanded, more sleepers would be involved, forming a positive feedback. It would not be long before the entire town would be shrouded in extreme and negative emotions, and large-scale casualties would begin to occur.

But according to the information Angel got from Pena, the death toll in this town is roughly 60-80 people each year, most of which are concentrated in the three months after the Dream Festival. Excluding the normal mortality rate, there should be about 50 deaths in each Dream Festival.

Two thousand people smashed, looted, burned, raped and killed, but in the end only a few died... It seems that the "Dream Festival" will only last one night at most, and will return to normal at dawn. Otherwise, most people will still be asleep the next day, and the outside world will have already discovered the problem...

She guessed in her heart, avoiding the town center where young men and women kept joining in, taking off their clothes and entangled with each other, and came to the door of St. Sean's Church decorated with gold. As expected, she found that the main door was closed and there was silence all around.

"It seems that townspeople with negative thoughts will subconsciously avoid the church that represents the gods. I wonder if those priests and deacons will attend the big party just now. Even clergymen must have a dark side in their hearts..."

Angel muttered to herself as she became spiritually aware. She looked up at the narrow window above the arch of the main entrance and found that the priest who had received her before was sticking his head out and looking at her indifferently. His originally dark brown face was covered with a layer of white powder, making him look sickly pale. His sparse, slightly curly black hair was replaced by a bright golden wig, and his priest's robe was replaced with a white robe of an archbishop inlaid with gold thread. There was an indescribable sense of weirdness about him.

White skin, blond hair... Is he pretending to be an Intis? Is this because he hates his colonial origins and yearns for the northern continent where the Church of the Eternal Sun originated? The archbishop's robe in the dream symbolizes his desire for power... Even in his dreams, he wants to get closer to the god. I don't know whether to call it piety or blasphemy...

In his heart, Angel criticized the dark thoughts of the church priest. He walked around the church and entered the dark prayer hall without candles or oil lamps from the side door. He tried to recite the name of "the eternal light, the embodiment of order", but found that he got no response.

Even the prayers to the gods could not be heard outside of the dream, or maybe the gods did not want to see their priests become corrupt... At least the goddess is still paying attention to this place, which may be related to my identity... She touched the secret holy emblem on her wrist that continued to emit a cold touch, shook her head and left the church.

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Using mirror divination, Angel soon found the member of the spiritual cult, the "psychic" Pena, who lived on the edge of the town.

She was currently with the "Weapon Master" who had some Feysac blood and was a whole circle taller than the people of the Southern Continent, but the two did not get along so well.

When Angel stepped into the bedroom, Pena, who was wearing a nightgown and had obviously just woken up from her sleep, was being pressed down by her teammates. Her skirt had been lifted to her waist, revealing her slender and untrained legs. Her hands were struggling violently, and she was shouting sharply:
"Let me go, Xhaka, you idiot with only muscles in your head!

"Wait till I cut off your lower body and feed it to the ghosts in the cemetery..."

The Death Path potion where the "Psychic" is located can also strengthen the body to a certain extent, but it is not enough compared to the "Twilight Giant" who specializes in close combat. He was soon held down by a man named Zaka with his hands raised above his head, unable to move.

However, her skills in summoning and controlling spirits were of little use in this dream world, because when Angel passed by the cemetery just now, he noticed that there were human-shaped shadows floating above most of the tombstones. These awakened spirits quickly flew towards the primeval forest on the other side of the town, as if they had received some kind of summons.

This means that unless a "psychic" has an attraction stronger than that power, he will not be able to find any spirit that can help him.

Seeing Pena struggling in vain with red eyes, as if she had accepted her own fate, Angel quietly came behind Zaka who was unbuckling his belt, condensed water vapor from the surrounding air, formed a not very thick but very hard ice, and swung it towards the back of the head of the "weapon master".

There was a muffled sound, and Zhaka let out a scream. He climbed up from the ground, touching his rapidly swelling head, and turned around.

Angel quickly swung out the second stick, hitting the Feysac hybrid who was half a head taller than her, and made him spin like a top. He fell to the side with his limbs limp, and almost crushed Peña who had stopped crying in surprise.

I've been wanting to smash someone like this for a long time... I only used two points of strength, so I shouldn't be able to smash a mid-sequence Beyonder to death... Angel glanced at Zaka and found that although the other party was breathing weakly, he didn't look like he was dying. Then he looked at Pena, who was pulling up her skirt with both hands to cover her body, and asked:
"Do you remember who I am?"

"Of course I remember. I met you yesterday and told you the information I found about the Dream Festival." Peña got up from the ground, her face and eyes still red from what happened just now. "Why didn't you come here earlier? Why did you let me encounter this kind of thing!"

She suddenly roared and rushed towards Angel.

(End of this chapter)