Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 179 178 Miracles
Under the attack of the extraordinary power of the official extraordinary people like a storm, the monster body covered with black illusory thin lines disintegrated into pieces of flesh one after another, scattered all over the ground.

The residents around this area had already been evacuated by the government before the anomaly appeared. The ancient building had long been destroyed and collapsed, turning into a pile of construction waste, and there was no trace of its previous ancient and gloomy appearance.

Countless illusory transparent threads still appeared on the pieces of flesh that had disintegrated into pieces. They were trying to sew something together, as if to put the pieces of flesh back together. With the help of the seal, these pieces of flesh were quickly purified, and the pollution contained in the pieces of flesh disappeared.

After the piece of meat completely returned to darkness, those illusory and transparent black lines also disappeared without a trace, as if those lines all came from that strange polluting force.

However, after the piece of meat disappeared, no corresponding extraordinary properties were released. It combined with the surrounding objects to form a strange seal.

The lack of extraordinary characteristics meant that this painter was not an extraordinary person.

The official Beyonders who understood the law of immortality of Beyonder characteristics looked at the pieces of meat on the ground and whispered to each other.

"It doesn't seem like something done by an out-of-control wild Beyonder. It's more like an ordinary person who, under unknown circumstances, was contaminated by an unknown entity and turned out of control into a monster."

It was a very strange pollution, and it didn't seem like the secret pollution methods they knew about.

"That's right." The captain of the Storm Church's extraordinary team summoned a gust of wind, revealing the remains of the house buried by construction waste.

In the wreckage of a house that had been destroyed by the storm, lay an oil painting of a strange nun.

After receiving the impact of countless low- and medium-sequence extraordinary abilities and the purification of the sacred power of the solar domain, the oil painting did not suffer the slightest damage. In addition, shadows were constantly surging from all around, and monsters seemed to be able to condense around the oil painting at any time and be resurrected.

This has gone beyond the scope of ordinary things and is a magical item with extraordinary powers.

"A severely contaminated, dangerous item that needs to be sealed..."

Suddenly, the deputy captain of the Church of Evernight, Sequence 7, Woven Taylor's expression turned grim.

"Wait, there's only, one painting?"

"?"

The pupils of the captain of the Church of Storms dilated slightly, and his voice swept towards the official Beyonders around him along with the strong wind.

"There are other paintings! Find them!"

Damn it, all their eyes were on the two things that rushed out at the beginning!

The wriggling piece of flesh broke through the door and walked out. Behind the wriggling flesh-like monster were one cold and strange oil painting after another. Each painting could cause physical discomfort just by looking at it. Once the pollution carried by those things spread out, the consequences would be unimaginable!

After a period of chaos and the entire building was turned upside down, they did not find any of the paintings they had seen before, except for the painting of the nun.

Oh no.

The Storm Church Extraordinary who was holding the Seal of the Sun Realm and purifying the strange oil painting suddenly cried out in surprise.

"The portrait has changed!"

The nun, who seemed to have been severely polluted and turned into a half-human, half-ghost, opened her mouth again, revealing her black teeth. The next moment, something seemed to be violently thrown out from the shadow of this extraordinary person from the Church of Storms.

The few people rolled over several times the moment they were thrown out. One of them was a Beyonder wearing a windbreaker but covered in blood. He raised his hand and pulled the soaked woman beside him, so that she would not suffer greater damage due to the sudden huge force.

The few people who looked extremely embarrassed were none other than the extraordinary people from the Church of Night who had mysteriously disappeared before!
After the oil painting threw out the object, the portrait seemed to be caught by something. The huge grip made the abnormality noticed, and the Storm Church Extraordinary who caught it screamed in pain and let it go.

The seal of the solar realm was flickering in the dark wind that had arisen at some unknown time. The purifying light was shrouded in a deeper darkness, becoming dim and hazy in the darkness.

The haze in the sky grew darker, huge dark clouds covered the entire sky, obscuring the red moon, and the rain fell heavier and heavier.

In the midst of it, the portrait flew vertically into the sky, as if countless black threads had grabbed the painting, pulling it far away, dragging it towards the sky.

The sky was covered by dark clouds, and it seemed as if there was something hidden behind the countless layers of clouds that were constantly descending, staring at the earth in secret.

This anomaly made the faces of several Mid-Sequence Beyonders present look grim, but no one dared to try to take the painting back at this moment.

A terrifying thing cast its gaze over. The coldness, chill, darkness, fear, and weirdness in that gaze were definitely not something that these mid-sequence Extraordinaries could endure.

And at some point, a young man appeared among them.

"What's going on here?"

He was an unremarkable young man, wearing a black knee-length windbreaker, with a pale face and a thin body. His exposed skin looked like that of a vampire who had just crawled out of a coffin, without a trace of blood.

His black eyes looked at the building that was almost razed to the ground, and then turned his gaze to the three official Beyonders of the Church of Evernight that were vomited out by the oil painting.

"Mr. Gregor."

This is the demigod... or rather, the angel, who is collaborating with the Church of Evernight and hiding in Tingen City.

Before the requiem master could respond, Nicolas Flamel looked up at the direction where the painting was disappearing, and then at the sky above his head, which was covered by layers of dark clouds.

The extraordinary people around were still stunned, looking at the sudden outsider with vigilance.

"Who are you?!"

The extraordinary people of the Storm Church have always had hot tempers. When they saw such a person suddenly appear without any cause or cause, although they did not feel any malice, the Tyrant Path Extraordinaries who were already feeling unhappy because they could not find the paintings could not help but ask.

Nicolas Flamel turned his head and tutted at the Beyonders, "Followers of the tyrant... When will you change your temper?"

"Besides, at this point, shouldn't you be thinking about that thing above your head?"

That thing is about to fly away. Who knows what consequences the pollution hidden in it will cause?

Official Beyonders of the Church of Night and the Church of Storm, can you please have some manners?
Requiem Master Gregor had recovered. Although he still felt a little unwell, he was still a Sequence 6 Beyonder. Upon seeing the angel who had a cooperative relationship with the Church, he didn't hesitate to directly explain the key point and sincerely asked for help:
"It is an object of some horrible contamination, and it must not leave this place, Monsieur Flamel."

Otherwise, it's not certain what will happen in the future, but what's hidden behind the dark clouds...

"it is good."

Gregor had already prepared himself for rejection. After all, this was an angel. Even if they cooperated with the Church, they wouldn't necessarily do anything for Tingen that could be considered a provocation to those secret entities. But that was exactly what Nicola Flamel wanted.

Fulfilling the wishes of others is also part of the miracle.

He looked up at the dark sky again and snapped his fingers.

"Your wish will be granted."

At the moment when the fingers snapped, it seemed as if some great machine called "Miracle" began to spin.

"Sky, sky, look! The sky!"

"Oh God!"

The pupils of the extraordinary people who saw this scene dilated, and they almost subconsciously murmured the names of the gods they believed in.

It was a scene that could not be surpassed and could not be described by human power.

The rain stopped in an instant, and all the dark clouds above Gen City were dispersed by the great power in that instant.

It was an extremely standard, huge circle. Outside the circle, the weather was still overcast, but inside the circle, a velvet curtain occupied by a crimson moon was revealed, and the stars were shining brightly.

It was a miracle, a miracle against the weather.

Nicolas Flamel snapped his fingers a second time, and the oil painting connected by countless illusory black lines froze in mid-air.

The illusory black threads began to break one after another. When these threads could no longer support the weight of the painting, the painting of the ghost nun fell from the sky.

It fell into the collapsed abandoned building, and when it touched the ground, without the dispersal of the extraordinary power of the solar field, the shadow in the abandoned building once again showed a tendency to spread and activate, but this time there were no more black illusory thin lines to drag the picture into the sky again.

After snatching the painting back, Nicolas Flamel looked up at the sky again. Not finding anything unusual, he walked up to the painting.

He slowly squatted down and looked at the ghost nun painted on it. He took out a crystal monocle from his shirt pocket and put it on his right eye socket.

The next moment, a brilliant light shone from the monocle, seemingly dispelling the darkness, corruption, fear and other negative things from all living beings in the surrounding environment, and instantly purifying all evil spirits, ghosts and other undead monsters.

Including those official extraordinary people, everyone was purified from body to spirit under the warm power of the sun.

After completing all of this, the Tingen Angel examined the painting for a moment, then nudged the bottom edge of his monocle with his knuckles. He turned and spoke to the official Beyonders behind him, "It's a very dangerous thing, closely related to a certain secret existence... Judging from your expressions, there's more than one painting like this?"

The bishop of the Church of the Storm in Tingen City is named Connie Fletcher, a Sequence 6 Wind Blesser.

He had just heard from Gregor Richards of the Church of Evernight that there was such a person in Tingen City. He was horrified and had decided to report the matter to the Holy Temple of the Church of Storms.

"The Church of Darkness has never mentioned this matter. What do they want to do?"

In fact, all parties have a certain understanding of the number of "0" level seals and the number of angels possessed by each Orthodox Church. However, the Storm Church had not received any information about this angel in Tingen before.

When the gods no longer walk on earth, the angel level is equivalent to the great existence at the top of the pyramid of this world.

Restraining his inner rage, out of respect for an angel walking on earth, the bishop of the Storm Church said:

"Yes, more than one. What do you think of that?"

Seeing the expression of the Storm Church Bishop, Nicolas Flamel almost wrote on his forehead, "These things are all over Tingen and no one can sleep well. You should come and help solve them."

Ah, it's hard to describe the followers of a tyrant.

Nicolas Flamel shook his head inwardly and said with a smile, "I was just listening to a story in the Red Rose Tavern. Well, that story seems to be closely related to this painting."

"Perhaps you could check out those storytellers?"

It's really interesting to let someone check yourself.

Nicolas Flamel suddenly had the illusion that he had fooled fate. He suddenly had an inspiration and passed this inspiration through the spiritual thread to Tang, who was currently in the God-forsaken Land.

Perhaps, I can use this method to try to accommodate the uniqueness of the Fool's Path and become the 2+1 Angel King?

"Well, as for this painting, I'll take it away first. This kind of thing is very dangerous..."

After doing all this, Nicolas Flamel reached out and picked up the painting. He said to the Beyonders following him with a smile, "Perhaps you can make a wish."

More official extraordinary people quickly left to deal with the problem of the extraordinary manifestation. With such a large-scale task of clearing the dark clouds and retrieving the oil painting, plus the commotion happening here, the official extraordinary people in Tingen City are probably very busy these days.

"For example, make a wish to me, 'Let all ordinary people forget what happened tonight', or 'Let the events of tonight return to peace' or something like that."

"The Goddess/Lord won't let us make wishes to beings we don't know about!"

Both Gregor and Connie Fletcher had this thought inexplicably rising in their hearts.

"Well," Nicolas Flamel shrugged, "What happened tonight won't be spread. Even if it does, it will be spread by some ordinary people with higher inspiration, or extraordinary people."

"Well, it's time for me to leave too."

As a mature pseudo-angel, he would not put pressure on these Sequence 6 Beyonders.

After saying this, the angel who seemed to hold the power of miracles, carrying the oil painting, slowly disappeared in front of the few people.

Before leaving, He glanced at Connie Fletcher of the Church of the Storm. He had tacitly approved of Gregor revealing His identity to the bishop, and He manifested Himself, performing miracles without concealment...

He pinched his monocle and smiled meaningfully.

"Wish you a sweet dream."

Steal all or just part of it, there are quite a few bugs you can exploit.

(End of this chapter)