Mystery: A Spark

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A street in the eastern part of Backlund.

Arthur had already finished reading the group activity at this point.

He looked at the desperate nightingale blocked by the "vengeful spirit" Marich, and a heartwarming smile appeared on his face.

"You vile woman, prepare to die!"

Arthur pulled out the Salamani that he had previously stuck in the ground and charged forward to unleash a whirlwind slash.

Unfortunately, he missed.

Panatia was, after all, a demigod, so she wouldn't be so easily ambushed by him.

But that's alright. The harm caused by smog has now been contained, and the Mutual Aid Association and the Church of Mother Earth Goddess will naturally be able to handle the rest.

So Arthur had plenty of time to have some fun with this desperate nightingale.

That's why people say nicknames are actually very important. Look at Panatia's nickname; it sounds so hopeless.

Sure enough, she has now fallen into a desperate situation.

While being restrained by a vengeful spirit unaffected by her disease abilities, she was also being attacked by a divine favorite who had just summoned the Earth Mother Goddess.

Even after the divine descent ended, the remaining divine power of the Earth Mother Goddess was still able to protect Arthur from the effects of the disease.

So Arthur got more and more into the fight, and when he got really into it, he grabbed Salamani with both hands and then suddenly pried her apart.

"Ha! For... cough cough."

Arthur ultimately didn't dare to shout out that slogan, after all, sometimes one should have a sense of awe for metaphysics.

He now has the advantage of timing, location, and popular support. As long as he proceeds steadily, he will surely achieve victory. Making empty promises is not advisable.

After Arthur broke the chopsticks and entered berserk mode, he swung his sword faster and faster, causing Panatia great suffering.

He controlled his rage, knowing that if nothing unexpected happened, he would soon be able to kill this woman.

However, most of the time, when you think something will never go wrong, then it will definitely go wrong.

Just as Arthur was wielding his twin swords and hacking away with great enthusiasm, a figure suddenly appeared in the air.

The figure was a young woman, wearing a hooded classical robe, with black eyes and hair, and a beautiful but blank face.

The moment she appeared, Panatia's body disappeared as if erased by an eraser.

Arthur was momentarily confused due to his rage.

Seeing the enemy dealt with by the Heavenly Mother, he couldn't help but blurt out:

"Holy crap! You're stealing kills?"

Chapter 222 The Meaning of the New Name

On a street in the eastern part of Backlund, the atmosphere was unusually quiet.

Maric stood to the side with his eyes downcast, not daring to utter a sound.

He had been keeping Panatia occupied, working with Arthur to get rid of this plague-spreading scourge.

However, the moment that figure appeared in the sky, Panatia vanished as if erased by an eraser.

At the same time, Marich was also expelled from Panatia's body by an irresistible force.

This power was so terrifying that Marich felt immense fear and didn't dare utter a sound.

But at that moment, he heard the warrior beside him shout:

"Holy crap! You're stealing kills?"

Marich broke out in a cold sweat and stood silently to the side, not daring to make any move.

At the same time, he secretly prayed for Arthur, hoping that this audacious guy could die intact, so that it would be easier for him to collect the guy's body later.

Arthur, who had blurted out those words, immediately felt a jolt of fear throughout his body.

"Holy crap, what the hell did I just say?" Arthur was instantly jolted back to reality from Salamani's rage.

He silently closed the chopsticks sword, then stood there with his eyes downcast and his head bowed, like a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

Both of them had their heads down, so they didn't see the meaningful smile on the face of the beautiful hooded woman in the sky.

Then, she disappeared.

Whew~ Arthur and Marich felt the pressure disappear and breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

"You've got some nerve, daring to yell at someone like that?" Marich looked at Arthur with a complex expression, a mixture of admiration and surprise.

The admiration is easy to explain, while the surprise stems from the astonishment that Arthur hadn't died.

"Hmph! What do you know?" Arthur regained his smugness, flipping his hair with a flamboyant air. "Why would this person punish us for verbal offenses?"

"So, you know who this being is?" Marich asked curiously.

"of course."

"That……"

“But I can’t tell you,” Arthur said earnestly, patting Marich on the shoulder. “It’s not that I’m deliberately keeping it from you, but the situation is just too complicated for you to handle.”

Maric scoffed, annoyed, slapped Arthur's hand away, and turned to leave.

He helped out of friendship, mainly to repay the favor he owed the puppet from back then.

Even though they had agreed on the terms at the time, it was clear that the value of the puppet-like characteristics was not equivalent to the reward.

So when Sharon was invited by Arthur to fight, Marich also volunteered to help.

Arthur naturally wouldn't refuse, and assigned Marich to the battlefield against Panadia.

After all, vengeful spirits are unaffected by disease; this is a natural form of restraint.

After Marich left, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, he didn't expect the Backlunds smog event to happen earlier than planned.

Arthur had been trying to avoid contact with the key figures in this incident to prevent a domino effect that could lead to unforeseen and outrageous changes.

As it turned out, things didn't go as planned, and they deviated from their original trajectory.

Fortunately, Arthur is a cautious and timid person, and he had made preparations in advance, so he didn't panic when things happened unexpectedly.

Fate is truly a mysterious thing. No wonder Prime Minister Zhuge Liang once lamented in Shangfang Valley, "Man proposes, God disposes; it cannot be forced." Arthur looked up and saw the smog that had enveloped him being blown away by a sudden gust of wind.

This was the Church of Storms finally taking action to deal with the smog in Backlund.

In fact, anyone who isn't blind could have seen the grand spectacle Arthur had just created.

So when the Church of Storms finally reacted, Arthur found it somewhat amusing.

It's almost like being cursed by the law of causality... Arthur sighed, suddenly sensing something.

He closed his eyes, feeling something inside his body rapidly crumbling and dissipating.

At that moment, Arthur knew that the Schemer's Potion within him had been digested.

At the same time, he was certain that Ince Zangwell was dead.

When Arthur took the Schemer's Potion, a considerable portion of it had already been digested within his body.

After recently killing the thief demigod Flora Jacob and today killing Ince Zangwill, the Schemer's Potion in Arthur's body was unsurprisingly completely digested.

Next, he will be promoted to Reaper. He wonders if he will need to go to the Harvest Church again this time, just like last time... Arthur put away the Salamani in his hand and stepped into the shadows.

He was going back to summon Arthas with his dog whistle. He had used the little creature today to relay messages and coordinate the actions of all parties. It was supposed to return after the message was relayed.

I have no idea where this little thing has gone off to; there's still no sign of it.

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Somewhere outside the city of Backlund, on the banks of the Tasok River.

As soon as Klein's head emerged from the river, he swam quickly toward the shore without hesitation.

Behind him stood Mr. A, his eyes filled with hatred, his long red robe floating on the water.

While Klein was escaping through the ruins, he happened to run into Mr. A of the Aurora Society, who was performing a sacrificial ceremony to the true creator, intending to summon this evil god.

Klein could have slipped out of the hall while Mr. A was focused on the ceremony and escaped to a distant place.

However, upon seeing the streams of resentment entering the ritual at its start, he ultimately gave up on escaping and decided to fight to the death.

Klein's efforts were successful; he successfully destroyed Mr. A's ritual using the curse from Mr. Door inside the master key.

However, he was also entangled by the furious Mr. A and could only flee for his life in a sorry state.

After a perilous escape, and even having to summon the Bone Messenger to avert disaster, Klein finally reached a cliff and jumped into the Tasok River.

However, he forgot that Mr. A, as a shepherd, had herded extraordinary individuals through the "Storm" pathway, so he was quickly overtaken in the water.

Just as Klein was about to be caught and killed by Mr. A, who hated him to the core, a figure wearing a hooded robe suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The figure stared blankly at Mr. A in the water, and in the next instant, this terrifyingly powerful shepherd vanished as if erased by an eraser.

Klein swam towards the shore, somewhat bewildered. After dealing with Mr. A, the terrifyingly powerful figure hadn't attacked him but instead gave him a strange smile, leaving him completely baffled.

It must be a powerful figure from the church. Arthur really understood what I meant... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, coughed twice, and began to look for a way out.

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On a trackless horse-drawn carriage in the outskirts of Queens.

Triss, wearing a veiled hat, sat quietly in the corner.

She did not head straight for the Tasok River to escape Backlund by water, nor did she go to the nearest railway to escape by train; instead, she returned to Backlund.

The first reason is that only a metropolis with a population of over 500 million, a mix of various hidden forces and many extraordinary individuals, can help her evade the Witch Cult's subsequent pursuit.

The second reason is that she still wants to contact that little white dog from before.

Now that she has survived this ordeal, she cannot let her life go to waste; she must do something.

Triss had also considered leaving Backlund and finding a way to escape everything.

But Edsack's retreating figure ultimately led her to choose to return.