"Lady Despair will hold a large-scale Sacrifice Ritual at East Borough...?"
The words "Sherlock Moriarty" in his mind made Angel fall into a brief shock.
She could tell that the location of the other party was the ruins of East Borough Suburbs that she had left not long ago. The stone pillars and collapsed dome were so familiar.
"So, Panacea's so-called 'big operation after the New Year' was actually deceiving me. She must have seen my undercover identity, so she used Lies to stabilize me and let me leave first, and then directly started their 'Grand Plan'..."
Angel figured this out instantly. She pushed open the car door and quickly climbed up a three-story building on the street using her hands and feet under the surprised gaze of the driver. Her figure disappeared into the thick fog.
"Hey, madam, aren't you going to North Borough?"
Ignoring the shouts coming from behind, Angel stood on a high place, and her sight quickly swept across East Borough, which was almost all low-rise buildings. At this time, the haze was getting worse. Although the high place was relatively better, the field of vision was also limited. She could only see a few bell towers or church domes looming in the distance, as well as the light yellow mist that seemed to extend to infinity.
No, one of them is not normal haze!
Her vision, which had been strengthened many times by Potion, instantly focused on a mist that was obviously different from the others. The thick light yellow mist there was mixed with a little black, like rust, like coagulated blood.
There seemed to be low coughs and cries coming from there, but normal sounds could never travel so far. This was a reminder from Spirituality of Angel, reminding her that it was the center of danger, disease and death.
That was her new destination.
"Click——"
Angel pressed the crown of Magician Pocket Watch and instantly locked onto a dim light deep in the haze. Then a bright yellow flame ignited on his body, crossing a distance of tens of meters and flashing to another rooftop closer to the iron-black fog.
There were a few seconds between uses of "Flaming Jump", and she was not prepared to waste Spirituality flashing continuously. Instead, she quickly found the direction, ran and jumped between rooftops, and continued to approach the center of the gradually expanding strange fog. Only at the junction of the streets, a place that could not be crossed with her body, did she pass through the flames again to reach the opposite side, and adjust the direction.
While moving like a nimble curly baboon, Angel held the "Hidden Holy Emblem" tightly and recited in a low voice while jumping and running:
"Evernight Goddess, which is nobler than the starry sky and longer than eternity..."
She jumped over an alleyway that was more than three meters wide and landed on the opposite roof. Below, several homeless people who were gradually shrouded in iron-black and light yellow mist coughed and fell to the ground, covering their mouths and noses, but they didn't know where to hide.
"You are Lady of Crimson, Mother of Concealment..."
She started Flaming Jump and aimed at the barely visible streetlights on the other side of the tributary leading from the Tussock River. The figure disappeared and reappeared, having crossed the river and the street, and was one step closer to the center of the haze.
In the river behind him, a cleaner who was retrieving randomly discarded floating objects on the sampan dropped his net bag, grabbed his neck with both hands, gasped for breath, his eyes darkened, and he fell into the river without moving again.
"You are also Empress of Misfortune and Terror, Lord of Repose and Silence..."
She bypassed the factory chimney and plunged into the iron-black haze that was no longer limited to low places. The air she breathed in was not only moist and pungent, but also carried a strong smell of blood, which made Angel have difficulty breathing and made her eyes sore.
After condensing a few ice crystals, draining the moisture from the surrounding air and making the haze lighter, she found the right direction again, jumped up suddenly, and used "Feather Fall" to cross a dead street. Below, there were East Borough residents lying on the ground in various postures, no longer alive.
With their endless Affliction and despair, they turned into illusory and transparent figures, floating up and flying quickly to somewhere in the suburbs.
"I beg you to exclude Misfortune for these innocent people, even if they are not your believers..."
At the end of her sight, there was a rich overlapping color of yellow and black. A streak of white was dragging death and mourning through the streets.
In a house to the north of East Borough.
Sherman carefully closed the newly made secret compartment, moved over the empty bookshelf to block it, and showed a satisfied smile.
He planned to take the time to buy a few books and decorate the bookshelf. This would not only help hide the secret compartment and the pistol and Communication Potion inside, but also force himself to study properly and transform from a low-level Beyonder who only knows how to kill to a slightly educated person - this was Xiu Miss's suggestion, and he thought it was very good!
After walking out of the study, he looked out the corridor window. The sky had dimmed before he knew it, like dusk, even a little dark.
No, that's not the Sun west slope, but... the color of the fog has changed?
His heart was pounding, and he felt panic for some reason.
He had experienced this feeling the last time he assassinated the top gangster nearby. Then the other party took out a huge revolver and almost shot himself to death.
That's the reminder from Spirituality!
He rushed to the window and looked out. On the street corner not far away, the originally light yellow haze had been replaced by black and red. The dense fog, which was heavier than the air, gradually extended along the road. The laundresses and homeless people covered by it twitched and fell down like straw blown down by the wind, and soon there was no movement.
"Poisonous fog? Curse? It seems more dangerous down there. I have to go to the attic to hide!"
Sherman, who was no longer an ignorant person, immediately determined the danger of the black fog. He closed the window without hesitation, took off his coat and stuffed the crack in the window, then turned and ran towards the stairs.
He didn't run up immediately, but returned to the first floor, closed all the windows, and then rushed out of the door, running quickly to the next door apartment in the fog that was getting more and more pungent.
"Liv! Daisy! Freyja!"
He shouted the names of the neighbor's mother and daughter, rushed into a room on the first floor of the apartment with the door half open, and found the young girl Freyja supporting her mother Liv and preparing to walk out.
"Sherman?" Freyja looked at him doubtfully, "Daisy is at school. Mom seems to be sick. I'm going to take her to Charity Hospital. Can you, ahem, help?"
As she spoke, she started coughing herself.
"It's too late, the smog outside is poisonous! Go hide in the attic of my house and wait until the situation gets better before taking her to the hospital."
Sherman picked up Liv, who was having difficulty breathing, and quickly returned to his home with Freyja. He hooked the door with his feet and ran all the way to the attic. There were no windows and the location was high enough to block the deadly fog.
Outside the door behind him, iron-black has replaced pale yellow, and the street has become a place of death.
"Don't be stunned, run to the south, upwind, hurry up!"
Xio Derecha kicked a tall man next to him on the knee, causing him to stumble and continue running forward in a hurry.
She looked back at the other side of the street. The light yellow exhaust gas spurting out of the factory chimneys turned darker in color at some point, like a giant black beast that preyed on people, swooping down and pounced on the street.
Fortunately, this side is upwind, and the black haze is struggling against the airflow and has not yet reached this place.
But scores of homeless people have fallen down on the street. They were already lacking nutrition, hungry, and already crumbling in the severe cold. Now they were covered by the mist that brought the disease, and they couldn't even struggle. They just passed away quietly, like soap bubbles that quickly dissipated in the sun.
"Flagg, call them up and run!"
Xio shouted, and used the "Sheriff" ability Intimidation to capture the strong men who could barely escape from the Mist of Death. He took the female workers and children who were still alive and left East Borough in the upwind direction.
This is the edge of East Borough. The weird haze is not serious, but what about deeper? Sherman, Jean...
She looked at the black haze in the distance, and thought of all the East Borough residents she knew, and she was worried about their safety.
Within the sight of this Bounty Hunter, factory chimneys and towering bell towers were gradually submerged by smog. Not only East Borough, but also the nearby Docklands and Factory District have also become places of death. Homeless people and workers who were malnourished or had diseases fell down one after another with coughs and fevers, and could never get up again.
People who come into contact with their bodies will also be infected with the disease, and one person will pass it on to another, quickly passing the seeds of death. Even strong young people will become weak in the mist and plague.
Those who fell to the ground and died unable to support themselves, those who relied on their physical strength to survive, those who helped each other fight for a chance of survival, and those who pushed others away and fled alone, formed a picture of life and death intertwined in the sudden Backlund Great Smog.
And "Lady Despair" Panacea, holding the paintbrush, is walking in the death scene created by himself with a smile.