Klein seemed to see in his mind the figure with a slightly high hairline, wearing a black trench coat.
But soon, Klein suppressed the burning hatred in his heart; compared to Ince Zangwill, he was still too weak!
At this moment, Azik said in a deep voice, "You should leave here first and head upwards!"
Klein glanced at Ince Zangwell again, then quickly turned and sprinted upwards.
He used the Faceless Man's ability to transform into Zangwell's appearance, ascending upwards while constantly divining the location of the exit, escaping in the right direction.
If you encounter a door, use the "master key" to open it and continue forward.
As he walked, he came to a hall with thick stone pillars. As soon as he entered, Klein's spiritual senses detected the danger and he immediately hid behind the giant pillars.
Just then, a clear female voice reached Klein's ears: "Mr. A, are you ready?"
Klein was slightly taken aback. Mr. A from the Aurora Society?
Mr. A said in a hoarse voice, "Alright."
Their subsequent conversation made Klein increasingly alarmed. Mr. A was going to prepare a ceremony here to bring down the "true creator"!
The woman known as "Lady Despair" went to Backlund to provide Mr. A with enough life to maintain the passage for the "True Creator" to descend.
This also serves to divert the attention of the official extraordinary individuals and cover up the consequences of Triss's escape.
After "Lady Despair" left for the East End, Klein had a bad feeling.
At this moment, Mr. A's ritual began: "Give your life for the coming of the Lord."
Thump, thump~
Four members of the Aurora Club committed suicide, sacrificing their lives.
Klein took a deep breath. For him, the best option at this moment was to slip out of the hall while Mr. A was focused on the ceremony and continue his escape upwards.
But suddenly, a slightly exaggerated smile appeared on his lips. He reached for his revolver, turned sharply, and rushed out, firing a barrage of shots in the direction of the sacrificial ceremony!
These attacks only elicited a disdainful smile from Mr. A, because the ritual had already begun, and under its protection, such attacks had no effect on him whatsoever.
...
Backlund, East End, Black Palm Street.
Holding the wooden staff, Odis noticed that the fog in the eastern district seemed to have suddenly become thicker.
He was both nervous and relieved; he had been planning for more than half a year, waiting for this moment to arrive.
Odis immediately whispered a prayer to the "Mysterious Queen": "Holy Spirit who pursues knowledge..."
"The battle is about to begin, and I need your help!"
A few seconds later, Bernadette's voice came through Odis's ear: "You are being watched."
Odis was slightly taken aback: "Not from the 'Mechanical Heart'?"
"no."
Who is that?
...
It is also in the eastern part of Backlund.
"Lady Despair" suddenly appeared in a secluded, deserted, filthy, and disgusting alley.
She pulled down her veil to cover her face, looked up at the sky, and the dim sun was quickly obscured by clouds and mist, as if dark clouds had suddenly gathered and a heavy snow was about to fall.
"Lady Despair" strolled out of the alley and into the street.
The fog suddenly thickened and turned a dark iron-black color in the area she passed through, and visibility suddenly decreased.
After she left the street, a homeless man in an old jacket with a sallow complexion suddenly started coughing violently and soon collapsed to the ground.
Many people on the street unconsciously covered their throats, feeling like they couldn't breathe.
A haze of iron-black and pale yellow hues descended upon the eastern district and began to spread rapidly to the surrounding areas.
The distant scenes were "submerged," and even the towering clock tower was reduced to a faint shadow. One by one, the workers and the poor began to feel unwell, and the homeless, struggling against the cold and hardship, fell ill one after another.
The "Lady of Despair" had a calm and gentle expression, as if she were completing a work of art.
She strolled among the passersby, a slight smile playing on her lips, and chuckled softly, "The history of the Kingdom of Loen will remember this day: the Great Smog of Backlund... sigh?"
call!
Suddenly a gust of wind blew her veil into the air.
The "Lady of Despair" stood there stunned for a full two seconds before muttering, "The wind is picking up! The wind is picking up?"
Why is there wind?
The royal family promised that there would be no wind!
...
East District, Black Palm Street.
Odis glanced around intently: "It's too late."
He suddenly smiled slightly in the direction Bernadette had just spoken: "Your Majesty, after this matter is over, I will leave Backlund and go to sea to join you."
Odis ultimately decided to take the gamble, even if it meant being captured again.
Bernadette suddenly appeared, smiling as she said to Odis, "'Elemental Dawn' welcomes you."
She realized that Odis meant that since she was leaving Backlund anyway, there was no need to care about those monitors or have any more concerns.
After Odis finished speaking, she took out a bottle of spiritual potion and gulped it down: "From now on, please protect me from being disturbed."
Bernadette replied, "Okay."
Odis took a deep breath, pressed his hand against the magic circle on the wall, and infused it with spiritual energy.
In that instant, the magic circle was like a giant vortex, sucking away a large amount of spiritual energy from Odis's body!
The entire magic circle was immediately activated, and half of Black Palm Street flickered with an illusory blue light.
Odis knew that a Sequence 7 spirituality was barely enough to supply such a magic circle, so this time he went all out, using almost all the high-grade spiritual materials he had previously purchased for 3,000 pounds.
Therefore, Odis only needs to use limited spiritual power to activate this extremely powerful magic circle.
In an instant, everyone on the street could hear the wind.
Whew~
The windless eastern district of Backlund was suddenly whipped up by a strong gust of wind, and pedestrians quickly held their hats and coats down.
Odis, in the central area of the "composite magic circle," began to use her spirituality to adjust the wind direction and gradually increase its force.
The strong wind quickly turned into a gale and a hurricane, blowing down many slender people, lifting many clothes hanging outside into the air, and ripping off many roof tiles.
Thump~ thump~ thump~
The bronze bell on the bell tower was blown by the strong wind, producing a clear and continuous chime, as if announcing that Odis's counterattack against the world had begun.
Wherever the hurricane went, many people on the streets were blown down, and some were even tumbled over by the wind.
Many pedestrians voluntarily lay down on the ground or went into alleys or buildings to take shelter from the wind.
The thick fog, tinged with iron black and pale yellow, was first violently churned by the wind, then, like a breached dam, it was quickly blown back and gradually thinned out.
This timely gust of wind blew along every street in the East District, and the fog on the streets quickly dissipated.
The homeless people who had fallen to the ground immediately felt better in their trachea and lungs and were able to breathe again.
The poor people in the East District coughed, but also felt that their breathing was much easier.
As the hurricane passed, the thick fog in the eastern district quickly dissipated, and the sun shone on the dirty streets, making the sky clearer than ever before.
...
About half a minute ago, on a street deep in the East District.
Old Kohler hurriedly returned to his rented apartment, clutching the ham in a paper bag.
He looked around warily, afraid that those hungry creatures with eyes gleaming like wolves would pounce on him and steal his "New Year's gift."
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Old Kohler secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but look at the ham in his arms, at the red meat mixed with a lot of white, his throat moved and he swallowed: It's still too expensive and too big. I can only cooperate with someone to buy a whole ham and cut it into pieces... But this is enough for me to eat during the New Year holiday. I can have two, three, no, at least five slices of ham at every meal. I can also cut some to stew with potatoes, and I don't even need to add salt.
As he walked, he felt the fog around him thicken considerably. The church bell tower, which was still relatively clear in the distance, was gradually swallowed up by a mixture of pale yellow and iron black. Even the pedestrians were reduced to blurry shadows.
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
"Why does the fog smell so bad today?" he muttered, quickening his pace.
He had only taken a few steps forward when he felt tightness in his chest and discomfort in his throat, and soon developed symptoms of difficulty breathing.
Old Kohler frowned: Is he sick? Damn it, I wanted to have a good New Year.
Whew~
Just then, the wind came!
Old Kohler quickly pressed his hat down with the hand covering his mouth, seeing the thick fog churning around him: "Cough cough, this gust of wind is just right, let it blow away all this damn fog."
However, the thick fog seemed more stubborn than expected; ordinary winds only caused it to tumble in mid-air without any sign of dissipating.
Whoosh~
Then, the wind suddenly picked up, and old Kohler almost lost his balance. He held his hat tightly and quickly found a corner: "This damn weather."
At this moment, the fog on the street could no longer hold and was blown away by the strong wind.
As winter approaches, the air in Backlund is rarely this crisp.
...
Inside an apartment building on the edge of the eastern district.
Liv hung up the last piece of clothing she had washed to dry.
She glanced at the sky outside, but the thick fog made it difficult to judge the time.
Liv took a breath and turned to look at her eldest daughter, Freya, who was wiping her hands and looking toward the vocabulary book in the next room.
A hint of apology crept into the single mother's eyes: "It's almost New Year's, and most of our employers have left Backlund for vacation elsewhere. We can't go on like this; we need to find new jobs."
As she spoke, she walked toward the door: "During holidays like these, wealthy people hold one banquet after another. They may not have enough servants, so they might hire temporary kitchen cleaning ladies. I'll go out and ask."
"Freya, you stay home and pick up Daisy when it's time. We need income. Those sons of bitches, thieves, robbers, and human traffickers also need income to welcome the New Year."
Freya answered cheerfully, "Okay."
Her thoughts had already drifted to the small table next door and the vocabulary book.
Liv had just opened the door when she suddenly stumbled: "Cough cough cough..."
She coughed violently, her face turning bright red.
Freya rushed over and helped her mother up: "Mom, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, cough cough." Liv glanced outside: "This damn thick fog... cough cough, it's a bit choking..."
Whew~
Just then, the wind came!
Freya helped her mother back to her room and sat her down: "Wait until this gust of wind blows away the thick fog before you go out."
"Cough cough, okay." Liv didn't insist; if she got sick, no one would hire her as a temporary worker.
Whoosh~
The wind suddenly picked up, and Liv jumped up: "This damn wind... cough cough... quick, quick, bring in the laundry!"
So Liv coughed and cursed the awful weather as she quickly took down the clothes she had hung out to dry.
But three pieces of clothing were still blown into the air. Liv told her daughter to stay home while she coughed and ran out to chase after them.
...
Backlund, Iron Hat Street, Lever Cathedral.
Holamick Hayden is reviewing documents in his office.
Knock knock knock~
"Please come in." Khoramik looked up at the office door.
Captain Ikonser, his hair disheveled, rushed in: "Archbishop, we received a letter from Odis saying that the 'Witch Cult' is carrying out sabotage operations in the eastern district of Backlund."
Khoramik grunted in agreement: "Mobilize manpower immediately to handle this."
"The letter also said that the 'Witch Cult' would send out demigods!" Ikonser said as quickly as possible, "And this letter wasn't given to me or Max directly by Odis, but was given to the receptionist who told me to give it to me at 1:30 pm."
"At this point, Odis had been gone for more than half an hour."
Horamick immediately realized something was wrong. Odis had never provided information in this way before, as if... as if he was deliberately trying to escape the sight of the "Mechanical Heart".
He asked Iconsel, "What did the people keeping watch find?"
"The report from half an hour ago was that Odis was on Black Palm Street in the East District," Ikonser reported.
The members monitoring Odis carry a sealed artifact that allows them to contact the "Mechanical Research Society" every twenty minutes.
Just as Horamik was about to make arrangements, a civilian official hurried over: "Your Excellency Archbishop, an urgent telegram from headquarters."
Horamik Hayden quickly took a look at it; the contents read: Prevent Odis Garr from leaving Backlund; if necessary, arrest him.
Odis must escape Backlund!
Horamik said to Ikonser, "Gather all the members and head to the East District immediately."
He picked up a soft cap from the coat rack: "I'll go first."
...
On a street in the eastern part of Backlund.
"Lady Despair" was stunned for a moment, unable to understand why the wind was blowing in Backlund today.
As the rulers of this city, the royal angels had already made the winds blowing from the north bypass Backlund in advance, and the Church of Storms should not have reacted so quickly!
She leaped lightly to the top of a building and saw that the wind was blowing from the west, carrying the thick fog towards the suburbs.
"Lady Despair" leaped across the mirrors and quickly found the source of the strong wind.
Seeing the streets bathed in a sea-blue light, she was stunned, never expecting that the source of the wind was actually an enormous magic circle!