touchnovel Chapter 311 Heavy Smog
Chapter 311 Heavy Smog
Chapter 311 Heavy Smog
"Um?"
Suddenly, as if struck by something, Sirion looked up. What met his eyes was not the seven beams of pure light that always covered the spirit world, but a huge shadow that pressed down on them.
As he got closer, he could see the details of the shadow overhead.
Countless dark green scales were tightly packed together, and pure white feathers grew from the gaps between the scales. Each feather and each scale had strange symbols of different shapes, carrying a pale flame that seemed to burn the soul.
Feathered Serpent!
The thought flashed through his mind, but before he could do anything, an extremely strong sense of oppression came, and the surrounding spirit world suddenly became chaotic. His body fell uncontrollably downwards.
Before being forced out of the spirit world, he vaguely heard Klein's anxious voice calling out, "You... Mr. Azik?"
Cyril didn't hear what Klein said next. The vibrant colors around him had vanished, and all he could see was scorched air, trees and grass consumed by flames...
He fell from the spirit world back to reality.
"Is this considered a blow to our teammates?"
Meanwhile, on the other side of Queens.
A serious middle-aged man with only one eye stopped writing, holding an ordinary-looking quill pen with a somewhat dull surface.
The notebook in front of him was filled with messy Rune words:
Azik Eggers, who had not yet fully recovered his memories and strength, encountered some problems when he arrived after receiving Sherlock Moriarty's distress call. His brief madness caused him to mistake Randolph Carter and "Yellow Light" Venetian for enemies.
"Yellow Light" Venitan reacted a step too slow. Although he blocked Azik Eggers' attack, unfortunately, a storm broke out in the spirit world at that moment, forcing everyone except him to leave the spirit world.
So Sherlock Moriarty and Azik Eggers, along with (the erased traces), ended up not far from Ince Zangwell and his friends.
At the edge of the area where the meteorite struck, Sirion frowned and looked around, but found no trace of Klein and Azik.
"Were we deliberately separated, or was I isolated?"
He muttered something, turned around, and a phantom, slowly swaying book appeared in his eyes.
Around him, glittering starlight appeared out of thin air, rapidly intertwining to outline an illusory door.
On the other side, a strong sense of weightlessness and uncontrollable falling followed, and after spinning, the surrounding colors rapidly faded.
Klein stumbled and crashed into the solid ground, his head spinning and his insides churning.
In the overlapping vision, he saw a bottomless, dark valley and gray stone walls that stretched upwards.
There was no sun or fog here; it seemed to be deep underground. Only some faintly glowing fungi and luminous moss allowed him to barely see.
Before he could even take a good look around, Azik's voice suddenly rang out from the side: "You should leave here first and keep going up."
"what?"
Before Klein could react, his spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered, and he subconsciously turned his head.
Then, a phantom bronze double door quietly appeared on the side rock wall.
squeak~
Amidst some ethereal sounds, a crack appeared in the bronze gate, which was covered with countless strange patterns and symbols.
Immediately, pale, translucent arms, bluish-black vines with baby faces, and slippery tentacles with blood-red eyes all emerged from the crack behind the door.
Driven by these strange phenomena, the cracks in the bronze door widened further, and then a figure that Klein found strangely familiar emerged from behind the door.
He wore a pure black clergy robe from the Church of the Night, a soft hat, and had only one eye on his sharply defined face.
Ince Zangwell!
Klein felt a surge of anger, but he quickly suppressed it with his reason.
He is far from being a match for Ince Zangwell, let alone seeking revenge; he doesn't even qualify to be on the fringes of the battlefield.
Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and ran wildly uphill.
As he sprinted with all his might, Azik's calm and gentle voice echoed in his ears: "Keep running out of here. Don't worry about me. During this time, I've been remembering a lot of things from the past..."
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Behind him, next to Ince Zangwell, who was silently confronting Azik, another figure silently emerged.
He wore a smooth, golden mask, his body floating in mid-air defying the laws of physics, gazing down at Azik Eggers. His voice was deep and authoritative as he declared, "Teleportation is prohibited here!"
Inside a quiet room at St. Samuel's Church.
Saint Anthony, dressed in a black and red robe, sat at a dark table, carefully reviewing the document.
Suddenly, he paused, looked up with surprise and authority, and a folded paper airplane streaked through the air and landed on the table in front of him.
Saint Anthony's deep eyes suddenly darkened, as if they held some of the most terrifying things in the depths of darkness, as he gazed at the path the paper airplane had taken.
After a moment, he looked away, frowned at the paper airplane lying on the table in front of him, and murmured incredulously, "...Red light?"
He picked up the paper airplane from the table, unfolded it, glanced at it, and then fell silent.
Triss Chick... the true name of the "Primal Witch"...
After a few moments of quiet contemplation, Saint Anthony suddenly stood up. As he did so, the surrounding light vanished abruptly, plunging into the deepest darkness.
Throughout the church, all the clergy and the worshippers who were praying felt for a moment that night had fallen.
In an office in the underground area of St. Hillan Cathedral.
Boom!Boom!
squeak~
After a short knock, the door was pushed open from the outside.
With her curly brown hair sticking out stubbornly and arrogantly, Ikonser looked up at the door with some surprise. Generally speaking, if someone chooses to knock, they wouldn't rush into their office so eagerly.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Holamick Hayden, dressed in a white priest's robe and wearing a clergy cap, walk in.
"Your Excellency the Archbishop!" Iconser, who was sitting behind his desk, quickly stood up.
Khoramik nodded slightly, without exchanging pleasantries, and handed over the paper with obvious creases, saying, "There's something I need you to confirm using Confirmation 2-111."
"Okay." Iconsel responded, took the paper, and began to read it carefully.
Then his brows furrowed, and his expression changed from serious to solemn.
He took a deep breath and looked up at Horamik: "Your Excellency, are you asking me to use 2-111 to verify the truth of this matter?"
Horamik shook his head slightly: "No, it's about confirming Triss Chick's location, and the location of the witch who's preparing to unleash disaster on Backlund."
Ikonser's pupils contracted slightly... The archbishop meant that this matter had been confirmed!
Composing himself, he nodded earnestly and said, "I understand."
After saying that, he took out the ancient silver mirror with strange patterns from under the table and gently stroked its surface three times.
The mirror suddenly became deep and dark, as if shimmering with water, rippling outwards in concentric circles. Then, one by one, red ancient Fusak words, seemingly dripping blood, appeared: "What questions do you have to ask?"
Ikonser took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself before asking, "Great Arodes, I want to know Triss Chick's current location."
The surface of the silver mirror shimmered with water for a while before an image finally appeared.
It was a pair of slender, white hands, with a sapphire ring on one of the fingers. The gem on the ring seemed to flash with a faint light before the scene returned to darkness.
After a while, new words appeared on the mirror: "According to the principle of reciprocity, it is now my turn to ask a question."
"What's your favorite magazine to read late at night?"
In the East District, in a secluded and deserted dirty alley, a graceful figure dressed in a simple white robe quickly emerged.
She had a long, fair neck, small, delicate ears, and an air of purity and elegance about her.
She was spotless, with a bright and radiant appearance that caught the eye. Her loosely tied-up hair added a touch of understated elegance and languid charm.
Her gaze swept across the surroundings, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes revealed undisguised disgust and loathing.
She then pulled down her veil to cover her face and stepped out of the filthy alleyway.
Stepping onto the bustling, crowded streets outside, she looked up at the pale, gloomy sky obscured by thick clouds and fog, and sighed softly, "It's a pity we didn't get to see the worst, most still smog in Backlund."
"If it weren't for so many unexpected events, we could have delayed further and made more thorough preparations."
""
She murmured to herself as she took steps forward.
Their pace was slow, as if they were enjoying the feeling of wandering in a sea of mist.
The fog thickened where she passed, taking on a barely perceptible iron-black hue, a change that silently reduced the surrounding visibility.
Shortly after she walked out of the street, a sallow-faced homeless man suddenly coughed violently, coughing up thick phlegm and a little blood, before collapsing to the ground.
Soon, another homeless man collapsed not far away, coughing painfully.
The homeless and poor people around them quickly moved away and went around them, but soon they also felt short of breath, had a burning sensation in their lungs and throats, and couldn't stop coughing.
More and more people collapsed on the street, and the remaining pedestrians became panicked, running home, out of the street, and to places they thought were safe.
The smog, a mixture of iron black and pale yellow, spread rapidly, descending upon the eastern district, the dock area, and the factory area. Driven by a mysterious force, it continued to spread throughout Backlund.
Fors and Hugh, who lived in a rented house not far from the East End, sat by the fireplace in the dining room, one with a conflicted expression and the other with a serious yet curious look.
Why do you suddenly want to move?
"Since you're planning to move, and you told me not to go out on missions today so we could look for a new place together, why aren't you leaving the house yet?"
Faced with his friend's persistent questioning, Fors gave a couple of awkward, dry laughs.
"In a little while, I've just had a bit of inspiration for a new novel. Once I've grasped this inspiration, we'll head out."
"Are you sure?" Hugh looked at his friend with disbelief.
Fors could only nod with a forced laugh: "Of course."
During their conversation, she suddenly turned her head to look towards the window.
"What's wrong?" Hugh asked, looking at Fors, whose expression had suddenly turned serious.
She then turned around and looked out the restaurant window, where she saw a thick smog that had become so dense that even the houses across the street were not clearly visible.
I noticed some abnormal iron-black and pale yellow hues mixed in with the smog.
She frowned, about to say something, when she heard Fors's slightly serious voice beside her: "Quickly close the windows, we can't go out today!"
"What happened?" Hugh looked at Fors, who suddenly became serious, with a somewhat blank expression.
Fors shook his head: "I don't know, but this sudden thick smog gives me a bad feeling."
As she spoke, she got up from the softly cushioned chair, quickly walked to the glass window, and closed it tightly.
She then went to the living room and bedroom and closed all the doors and windows.
Back at the restaurant, she stood in front of the clear glass window, her gaze piercing through the thick fog as she saw pedestrians running frantically down the street. Some of them collapsed to the ground, their faces contorted in pain.
...Is this the tragedy that "The World" and "Destiny" mentioned at yesterday's Tarot meeting, the tragedy that might happen in Backlund?
Isn't this a bit too fast? Didn't Mr. Fate say it would happen this week? It's only been less than a day!
Inside the Hall family's villa in Queens.
Audrey was with her mother, protected by her family, their servants, and the extraordinary members of the Church of the Night.
"Woof~"
Upon hearing Susie's cry, Audrey quickly went over to soothe it, and out of sight of others, she looked at Susie with her eyes, asking what she had discovered.
The golden retriever, Susie, tilted its head in a human-like manner.
Seeing this, Audrey quickly stood up straight and looked out the window, where she saw the smog gradually thickening in the distant sky.
Seeing the iron-black and pale yellow hues mixed in with the mist, she felt a strange sense of unease welling up inside her.
What happened?
Emlyn, who habitually volunteers at Harvest Church after waking up early in the morning in the southern part of the bridge, keenly noticed something strange about the fog drifting through the streets outside.
He looked solemnly at Father Utravsky, who was praying at the table: "Father, stop praying. Look outside, the smog seems a bit strange today."
"It's like someone poisoned the fog, or there's a toxic gas leak from some factory?"
Father Utravsky stopped praying and turned to look at the direction of the church door behind him.
After a moment, he looked away and stood up from his chair: "Come with me to prepare some herbs. This fog will make many people sick, and the hospital may not be able to treat them all."