Cherwood district, St. Wind Cathedral.
Whoosh!
A terrifying wind appeared outside the cathedral, and a visible storm suddenly surged eastward, forming a violent hurricane.
Wherever it passed, the heavy mist was dispersed, and the dense yellow and iron-black colors within the mist rapidly faded.
Countless withered branches fell to the ground, and dust and soil were flung into the air, carried by the strong wind and mist into the distance.
Pedestrians' hats flew into the air, and the strong wind blew their bodies back and forth. If they didn't hold onto trees or walls, they couldn't stand in the wind at all.
The pier seemed to have been hit by a typhoon. The strong wind caused the water to surge, and huge waves crashed against the shore, stirring up a large amount of water droplets.
Boom!
Thunder exploded in the sky, lightning rapidly weaved through the clouds, and then rain poured down.
The rain fell in torrents, beginning to wash the earth, cleansing away filth and bacteria.
Eastern district edge.
The Flame Lance, concealed by Conspiracy, successfully hit the Lady of Despair and created a violent explosion in the street. A pillar of fire shot ten meters into the air, smoke billowed in the firelight, and countless brick fragments, blown apart, swept around like bullets.
However, the figure of the Lady of Despair was outlined in another direction; what was blasted to smithereens in her place was an inconspicuous magic wand.
"As a Pyromaniac, you are already the strongest I have ever seen. Your future should be bright, but it's a pity you met me," the Lady of Despair smiled, condensing a sharp, crystal-clear ice spear in her palm.
At this moment, she heard the thunder, heard the pattering rain, and then felt raindrops on her face.
"The Storm Church's reaction is very fast. Is it because they received my message? Damn it, how long has it been? The number of deaths shouldn't be high yet. Although there's a subsequent Plague, it's too far from my estimated result!"
"It's all because of that guy who leaked my whereabouts! If I find him, I will definitely make him feel what true despair is!"
The Lady snorted and threw the ice spear at Lex, at the 'culprit' who leaked her whereabouts.
At the same time, she turned and ran, intending to blend into the crowd and escape the scene.
She believed in the power of that ice spear. Wherever it passed, white frost would condense, and all things would wither.
It would freeze that Pyromaniac to death, and with a bit of luck, she might even reap that Dawn Paladin.
But just then, her Spirituality was stirred, making her involuntarily look back.
She saw a figure outlined out of thin air. It was a young woman, wearing a hooded classical robe, with jet-black hair and eyes, a beautiful face, but a dull expression, like an exquisite doll.
When this 'doll' appeared, her crystal-clear, dreamlike ice spear silently vanished into thin air, as if it had been thrown into another world, its whereabouts unknown.
The Lady of Despair's gaze narrowed. Black flames instinctively erupted around her, and she instinctively wanted to spread disease and ignite everything. But at this moment, she saw her arm disappearing centimeter by centimeter. This phenomenon spread rapidly, as if unstoppable.
She suddenly thought of something and cried out, "You are not! You are..."
The disappearance accelerated abruptly, and the Lady of Despair's words suddenly stopped. She vanished like a sketch quietly erased by an eraser, leaving no trace.
Lex witnessed this entire process, dumbfounded.
Such a terrifying witch, a powerhouse capable of destroying a city, was just erased like that?
Looking at the empty space, Lex looked at the hooded woman who had suddenly appeared, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.
At this moment, the beautiful-faced, expressionless woman turned and looked at Lex.
The corners of her mouth moved almost imperceptibly, revealing a smile, and her figure instantly vanished.
Patter, patter.
The rain continued to fall. The thick fog had been dispersed by the previous strong wind, and now the air on the street was even somewhat fresh.
It wasn't until his mother Amelia's voice came that Lex recovered his senses and quickly took his mother and Levto to a nearby church, waiting for the danger to truly pass.
Inside the church.
The rain outside the window showed signs of weakening, and Lex breathed a slight sigh of relief. The Three Great Churches had finally stopped this disaster in time.
The one who erased the witch was probably an angel, likely a high-ranking figure from one of the Churches.
Moreover, the very timely strong wind and heavy rain must have been the Storm Church's doing.
He looked around. The church was crowded with many students from a nearby public elementary school. His mother Amelia and several priests were treating the wounds of some injured students.
Just then, two women ran in through the church's main door. One was an older woman, and the other was a relatively younger girl.
They ran into the church and called out, "Daisy, Daisy, are you here?"
Hearing the two women's calls, a girl emerged, crying and rushing over, "Mom, Frye, are you alright?"
It turned out they were a mother and daughters.
Lex saw them embracing. The older woman hugged her two daughters and kept saying, "We're fine. We heard people coughing in the building, many people coughing, and we were worried about pneumonia breaking out, so Frye and I ran out."
"When we got to the street, our throats also started itching. Luckily, the wind suddenly picked up, dispersing the choking haze, and then it started to rain. Frye's and my symptoms both eased."
"We went to the school to look for you, but we didn't see you. Frye said you might be at the church, so we came looking."
"Goddess above, thankfully you're alright, Daisy."
Looking at the mother and her two daughters, at the students' families constantly arriving outside the church, seeing them embrace and weep, grateful to have escaped, Lex felt satisfied. A sense of accomplishment quietly surged within him, feeling that his efforts had not been in vain.
Just then, he had a premonition. He realized that the Conspirer potion had been completely digested!
In Red Rose Manor, a well-dressed man sat blankly by the French window, his eyes hollow, as if his heart had died.
Someone placed a revolver on the table and said calmly, "Your Highness, please be quick."
The young man's eyes finally came alive. He took a breath and picked up the revolver from the table.
"I wonder if she escaped."
"Heh, my dear Trissy, don't get caught by anyone again in the future."
"Because I can no longer protect you."
He raised the revolver and pressed it against his temple. He knew there was a bullet inside the revolver that could annihilate a spirit body.
He looked with immense longing at the golf course outside the window and the horses strolling.
"Goodbye."
Bang!
He pulled the trigger.