Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1232 Why aren’t you enthusiastic at all?
As the greeting came out, the scene of "fellow countrymen meeting each other" that Angel expected did not appear. The "God of Evil" stood straight beside the black boulder without moving, and his ice-blue eyes looked at her without emotion. The voice of Fabuti in her mind was also as flat as water:
"Just keep this in mind. There's no need to ask again."

He also used English.

At least it’s not American accent, it sounds a bit like Australian accent, or maybe it was influenced by the pronunciation of the language in this life…Sure enough, Fabuti is also a time traveler, and judging from his crazy experience as an ancient god, he either directly “took over” the body of the “Demon King” who had become a god, or he was half-crazy from the beginning, and got better after eliminating some of his characteristics…According to the map of the old world, the location of the “abyss” is very likely in Australia. He wouldn’t have fallen directly into the abyss when the old world was destroyed, and “traveled through time in the flesh” like the sun god?

Angel was somewhat surprised, but noticing the other party's casual attitude, he quickly restrained unnecessary emotions to avoid being affected by the demon's negative emotions.

Moreover, she found that Fabuti's response was too bland, which was inconsistent with his previous behavior of deliberately revealing his identity as a "time traveler".

Could it be that He already knew that there were other travelers in this world? The ancient sun god Grisha and Caesar the Great Roselle were extremely flamboyant and had traces to follow, but I didn't show any abnormality at all... Klein and Roselle, who knew my identity, were unlikely to have communicated with the Demon King...

Doubts began to arise in her mind, but she immediately identified a suspect who was present.

No, suspect God.

He raised his head slightly and looked up, and another question that Angel had long had was answered.

"Goddess of the Night" Amanesis is really a time traveler.

She and Klein had suspected this before, and with their understanding of the apocalypse and the reconstruction of the ancient history of the Second Era, this question almost had an answer.

But getting confirmation from another god who was also a time traveler made her feel relieved.

With this answer, Angel also knew that the "Fabuti" who was talking to her at this time was not the evil god in front of her, but the real demon king in the real world. Otherwise, it would be unlikely that the doppelganger who had been sleeping all the time would reach a tacit understanding with the goddess and communicate with her through her during the Dream Festival.

Of course, this matter was not the focus of her dream festival today, so Angel quickly came to her senses and stopped trying to get close to this cold "fellow countryman". Instead, she got to the point and continued in English:
"This ritual of sealing your clone has begun to affect the outside world. The concentrated deaths every year have attracted the attention of the 'Spiritual Cult'. I guess the believer of the Outer God will soon learn of this and try to obtain this Sequence 1 characteristic to make the 'Bound God' a true god controlled by Him."

Fabuti's arrogant laughter sounded in her mind again, followed by English with a heavy nasal tone and a long rising ending tone:
“This is a matter of time. When we designed the Dream Festival, neither Salinger nor I thought it would need to last so long.

"I used the 'Bound One' pathway to allow different emotions and desires to be independent of each other to separate this avatar. Salinger made this golden mask, which transformed the avatar into an undead creature. Its spirit and consciousness remained alive, and it slept in an ancient tomb affected by a tributary of the 'Eternal Darkness River'.

"The town in the real world serves as the nourishment of 'desire'. The Dream Festival ritual absorbs the negative emotions and extreme desires of the local residents. The resulting 'dreamer' will offer sacrifices and protect the ancient tomb in the dream to prevent the clone from waking up. When the Dream Festival comes, all residents will sink into the dream, reintegrate with the extreme emotions, and enter the next cycle after releasing themselves in the dream.

"As for the victims you mentioned, that was the outcome caused by their own emotions... The Dream Festival is just a concentrated release of these extreme emotions, and as long as they don't die in the dream, nothing will happen when they return to reality. The injuries and psychological trauma will be less than if there was no Dream Festival. Do you think I harmed them or saved them?"

Angel was speechless at Fabuti's final sophistry. She instinctively felt that sacrificing normal people to protect a demon's clone was not right, but when it came to choosing between a "divine evil" trait and thousands of small town residents, her rationality would choose the former.

I was almost led into a ditch by this big devil... Angel frowned and stopped thinking about this question. Just as he was about to say something, Fabuti smiled and added:

"Of course, if you feel that these deaths are not necessary, you can formulate new rules for the Dream Festival. As long as you do not interfere with the collection and circulation of negative emotions, the ancient tomb can continue to exist, and my clone will continue to sleep. This is good for me and the world."

Mainly to yourself... Angel always found it difficult to associate this "Demon King" who sometimes spoke in a kind tone and sometimes acted arrogantly with a time traveler from the same era as herself. This was completely different from the feeling she had with Klein, who she had been with for a long time, Roselle who wrote a diary, and Grisha, the ancient who ended the Dark Age.

Fortunately, the other party's suggestion to let Angel make the rules could be regarded as the devil's tears, the last bit of goodwill, which made her immediately think of the function of the "Trensost Brass Book", a level 0 seal.

This matter can be left for last... She calmed down and continued to ask:
"What about you? I mean this clone of yours."

"Of course I will continue to stay in the Dream Festival. Compared to the real world, this place is more hidden and safer. High-rankers cannot approach because of the dangers of the source essence. Even if low-rankers come, it will be useless unless you are favored by another source essence like you... Because of the effect of the Law of Similarity, its sleep is equivalent to the sleep of another part of the polluted and crazy consciousness in my body. This will help improve my current condition."

Fabuti answered, not minding at all that Angel and the goddess behind her knew that the "Demon King" was in a very bad state at the moment.

"Also, there is one thing you and the beings behind you should want to know." He continued, "After the Four Emperors' War, it was not only the Mother Tree of Desire that gradually influenced me, but also another being who was high above, as if he was the origin of everything, and was omniscient and omnipotent. I think his revival has a lot to do with the actions of Tudor and the Original Witch."

Omniscient and omnipotent... that "God"? Because He had housed the "Shadow World" before His fall, He also had an influence on Fabuti similar to the Mother Tree of Desire? Would this demon king suddenly say "God has awakened in my body" one day? That would be too ridiculous... Thoughts kept flashing through Angel's mind, and he said:

"It may be because the 'Shadow World', like the 'Chaos Sea' and the 'Wilderness of Knowledge', has been accommodated by the omniscient and omnipotent being."

"I thought so, but... 'Wild of Knowledge'?"

The "evil god" who stood motionless at the entrance of the ancient tomb once again turned his icy blue eyes and looked over, with some smile and amusement, almost in sync with the words in Angel's mind:
"That pillar has never contained this essence. The only things affected by it are the 'Chaos Sea', the 'Shadow World' and... the 'City of Disaster'."

what?
The devil's words in Angel's mind completely disappeared, and the demon king's clone "God of Evil" also nodded slowly, turned around and walked back into the ancient tomb, lying quietly in the depths where she could hardly see, with no intention of taking the opportunity to escape the seal.

But she couldn't care less about these things. Doubts kept coming out from deep in her memory:
Not the wilderness of knowledge, but the city of disaster?

The source essence that he had always relied on was once contained by "God", one of the pillar-level old times?

"Gathering Storm" is similar to the ability of the "Storm" path, and the Church of the Storm once used this bullet;
Adam said that the "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" was invented by the Church of the Eternal Sun as early as the Fourth Epoch;

Edwina hinted that the Church of Knowledge had the means to create the "Shattering Rays", and that the main gun of her flagship, the "Golden Dream", had the power to sink a warship of the same rank with one strike;
After I was killed by a demon suspected to have the ability of a "hunter", my body inexplicably entered the "City of Disaster" and traveled to this era... Could it be that I am similar to Klein, and am also the "resurrection backup" of a pillar?
Then why is it that He shows no signs of influencing me? Has He completely fallen, or has He revived through some other means?
The more Angel thought about it, the more her scalp tingled. She looked with a somewhat unfocused gaze at the "evil god" Fabuti lying inside the tomb that looked like a black boulder. The stone door did not close immediately. Instead, the faint sound of the river in her ears became clearer. The cold, peaceful atmosphere almost surrounded her.

Only then did she notice that some illusory streams of water seeped out of the black outer walls of the ancient tomb on both sides of the stone gate. They gathered on the ground and flowed towards the middle, forming a river in front of the open tomb door. It was not very wide, but deep inside, giving people the illusion of vastness and breadth.

A slightly blurry figure emerged on the surface of the river. He was sitting cross-legged in front of the tomb door. He was wearing a rusty tall crown and a black robe. His hands were clasped in wide cuffs. His face was as white as jade, and a pale beard hung around his mouth.

It is a tributary of the "River of Eternal Darkness", and the "Underworlders" who voluntarily enter it to suppress evil... Angel understood something, and the messy thoughts in his heart settled in the cold power of the source.

Then, the old man, who should have been dead but whose will was "in harmony" with the source essence, shook his shoulders and pulled his arms out from his sleeves. His right hand, which was covered with cracks and had greasy feathers growing out of them, and was dripping with pus, was stretched forward with the palm facing up.

Angel silently untied the "Secret Holy Emblem" on his left wrist, letting it float towards the illusory river along with the gathered power, and was caught by the "Underworld Man".

The dark and tranquil power like the night sky attached to the surface of the holy emblem then seeped into the opponent's pale and dull skin. Another mist with black and white in it and white and black in it seeped out and returned to the inside of the holy emblem as if it were exchanged, completely enveloping the already weak aura of the "Blood Emperor", making it almost invisible.

Snapped--

The Dark Man flicked his middle finger and thumb, and the secret holy emblem, which had changed its appearance, flew back to Angel. She caught it and immediately felt a deadly coldness in her palm, while Tudor's crazy and bloodthirsty aura completely disappeared.

The power of the goddess disappeared, but the breath of the "Underworld Man" became stronger, and could be controlled by me. It could open and close at will, and I could decide whether to release the remaining power of Tudor... Angel felt the changes in the holy emblem and looked up again, only to find that the figure sitting cross-legged had disappeared, and the flowing illusory river also flowed back into the black ancient tomb. The stone door that was pushed open closed by itself, and it seemed that the tomb door was about to be completely closed.

"Oh, I almost forgot about this..."

The real voice of Fabuti came from inside the door, not from her mind. A small object flew out from the gap in the door, rolled several times on the humus-covered ground, and stopped at Angel's feet.

I forgot something... Are you affected by the sleepless part of the "River of Eternal Darkness"? Angel muttered to himself and picked up the fist-sized dark red object.

It was a heart with a half-dried surface and blood vessels twisted like earthworms.

"A few years ago, the grave keepers found this heart nearby. Because the power characteristics were similar, they thought that my clone had mutated and the heart had escaped by itself, so they sacrificed it..."

Before Fabuti could finish his words, the stone door slammed shut as if someone had pulled it shut, blocking out the rest of his words.

It should be the door closed by the "Underworld Man"... The power of this heart is similar to that of the "God's Evil". Could it be a part of the body of the "ancient evil creature" Renette?

Angel smiled, collected the only harvest of the day, turned around and looked at the gravekeepers who had been suppressed by the power of conquest, far away from the black ancient tomb, and kneeling around the open space. He found that these extraordinary people who had reached the middle sequence were lying on the ground, with distorted faces, bleeding facial features, and they were already dead.

The extreme emotions and desires in my heart were triggered... He is indeed the "Demon King". If I were not useful to Him and the goddess was watching, He would probably get rid of me to keep the secret... Angel smacked his lips and looked at the black tomb again.

She could still do something useful for the town before the Dream Festival ended.

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Inside a bedroom on the third floor of the main house at Palm Manor.

Amandine, with her black hair draped over her shoulders and a face that had not fully grown but was already beginning to show charm, hugged tightly the ice mirror that gave off a cold breath but made her feel extremely safe, huddled in the corner of the room, staring at the window that opened towards the town.

The interior of the manor was still quiet. The parents, servants and plantation workers who were knocked unconscious by the black-haired, round-faced sister had not yet woken up. However, the sound of approaching footsteps and shouting could be heard in the distance. She could barely hear that the other party was discussing how to burn down her father's manor and drag out and kill all the bigwigs who usually looked down on them.

Kill it... The ridiculous scenes just now appeared in her mind again. She hugged the ice mirror to her chest tightly, almost rubbing it into her body.

At this moment, a force that made people's scalps tense and limbs stiffen swept through the entire manor and the entire Tizamo town.

An extremely majestic voice came to her ears, speaking in the ancient Feysac language that she had just learned from grammar class:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am your new Archon.

"Now, by order of the great Miss Angel Granger, the following law is decreed:
“The first rule is that all beings are equal before the law. Even angels can be killed by ordinary people. Of course, Miss Angel is an exception.

“Second, you can do anything during the Dream Festival, except for the following: murder, rape… Anyone who disobeys this order will be killed.

"Article 3..."

As the voice continued to repeat the above laws in Intis and Dutan, Amandine found that the noise outside the window had disappeared.

Those who wanted to kill my father and mother left? They...are obeying the law just now?
Amandine secretly stuck her head out of the window and noticed that the intermittent gunfire in the town not far away had also stopped.

Miss Angel Granger... She pursed her lips and held the crystal mirror tighter.

(End of this chapter)