Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 128 Him

Angel.

In folklore, this word often represents the servants of the righteous gods. They have great power that mortals cannot reach, symbolizing the honor and authority of the gods. Many believers are proud to accept their guidance.

However, this is a strange, crazy, and disordered supernatural world, where angels are not only messengers of righteous gods, but also servants of evil gods. His power can be directed at innocent humans, even though he himself is not even aware of the impact on these tiny insects.

The moment the black arm appeared, the impact it caused spread to several blocks. Although Backlund's demigods had reacted as quickly as possible, the opponent's arrival was too sudden and too hasty, so this encounter still caused the death of more than 8,000 people.

Before the opponent arrived, the demon array was hidden in the Demon Tower, a demigod-level carrier that already possessed a considerable degree of anti-divination and anti-prophecy capabilities. No one knew about the Demon Tower, and there was insufficient information for divination.

Therefore, although most of Backlund's demigods, whether they were hidden or in the open, exposed themselves at the first opportunity and protected the people around them, their protection still had many loopholes.

The invisible influence was like a breeze that caressed the entire Backlund. Unlike the smog incident, this influence could not be clearly quantified like smog. However, just by looking at the scene where the places without demigods blocking them were like being turned over by a plowshare, one could know how wide the influence spread. However, the plowshare broke the frozen soil and brought vitality, while this wave made the places it passed by dead silent, and people fell down like straw.

Death spread equally in all directions, regardless of status. The defense line hastily built by the scattered demigods blocked some of the damage from the angels, but the impact of the rest was like a flower blooming, with the transparent petals spreading in all directions with Backlund Tower Bridge as the center.

The poor rolled down in the roadside gutters with the rats, and the rich fell down on the green polo fields with the thoroughbred horses.

Some of them were expressionlessly carrying the bodies of their dead relatives down from the only table to make room for the children who had escaped the disaster to eat; some were chatting and laughing with friends about the rise and fall of stocks, and were eager to urge their horses to hit the next good ball.

They paused for a moment, some burst into tears because of the death of their loved ones, and some smiled because of their success on the court. However, this emotional outburst instantly became an unstoppable trend, washing away all the traces of human society on them, and at the same time erasing the last trace of their existence.

Perhaps they had never achieved equality when they were alive, but now they finally achieved an equal death. However, whether this death was salvation or curse depended on the individual.

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Earl Hall, Queens.

Audrey Hall sat quietly by the window, watching everything happening in the distance.

A trace of compassion flashed in her eyes, but soon, the feeling slowly disappeared.

She entered the audience state, and the chaotic scene in the mansion appeared in her mind. The maids were crying while holding their dead companions, and the Beyonders holding the Sealed Objects were trying to restore the collapsed order while protecting the nobles.

The audience never becomes the actor.

The actors' inner joys, sorrows, anger and happiness, and the various states of being on the stage are ultimately just a scene in the audience's hearts that is easily forgotten.

What Miss Justice wants to do is huge, and she needs to keep walking on the audience's path to achieve it. However, I just want to protect my parents and my family, and the ability of "Dream Walker" alone is not enough...

Audrey Hall recalled the two angels that had appeared in her bedroom before. One of them was Hermes whom she had seen before, and the other was wearing a simple white robe, revealing his white feet, with his eyes slightly closed on his beautiful face, and a gentle expression. He was like a still oil painting, as if he had maintained this posture for thousands of years.

"I know what you are afraid of, or rather, what that little girl is afraid of... Although I have no intention of dealing with your relatives, you will soon find that even if we don't take action, their situation will not be much better."

Hermes said in an enigmatic manner.

"When the time comes, you will need this. By then, you will find that this thing is just right for use."

The other angel didn't say anything. He glanced at Audrey indifferently, took out a small purple bottle from his body and handed it to Audrey.

"You can decide whether to drink it or not. I can sense that when the time comes, you will just meet the requirements to take it. This potion, like you, is a product created by the audience, so don't worry about any problems."

"You should have heard of our name at that fool's gathering..."

The angel spoke softly.

"Redemption Rose..."

Audrey Hall muttered to herself and opened the bottle of potion in her hand.

The potion in the bottle was tumbling, the sticky black liquid reminiscent of melted asphalt, and the scent of decadence and corruption wafted from the surface of the potion.

This is the adjacent pathway sequence 4 of "The Audience", the potion of "The Black Knight"!

"This potion is fake. Even I can take it and gain abilities..."

Miss Hall's eyes flickered slightly. She saw the original figure in a blue travel cloak leaving in a hurry, the two empty seats at the Tarot Club that were originally occupied, and the increasingly old faces of her parents...

"You told me before that I just need to act like a spoiled child to my father, persuade my mother not to make her life too hard, make Hibbert laugh, and introduce a few noble ladies to Alfred..."

An inexplicable sadness welled up on Audrey Hall's face, but was soon replaced by a determined look.

"But now it seems that this is not enough."

Her inspiration told her that at this moment, she had already fulfilled the conditions for promotion to Black Knight - although, she didn't even know and didn't dare to think about what the conditions for the ceremony were.

"From today on, you are the justice of the Tarot Club, Audrey the Dream Weaver, and I am Miss Hall, the Black Knight, the youngest daughter of the Earl of Eastchester."

She drank the potion and heard crazy muttering in her ears, which made her expression hideous and she was about to cry.

At the same time, outside the window, there was a heavy storm and thunder, and the demigods from various churches began to head to the scene, using their flesh and blood to block His footsteps.

(The big pit in the later stage has begun to be laid out... This book will be put on the shelves on the 1st. After the release, it will resume to update twice a day. If the accumulated reward exceeds 5000 points per day, an additional chapter will be added)
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