Secret: The undead do not die in the fire

Chapter 164: This is part of the plan
While traveling through the spirit world, Ms. Despair instantly saw countless transparent shadows of indescribable shapes, and discovered that at the highest point there were clear lights that contained endless knowledge. Her body was dragged forward by a strange force, traveling quickly, and it didn't take long for her to leave the original place and come to a secluded, deserted, dirty and disgusting alley corner.

This is the East District of Backlund, with a population of over 1.5 million. Only this place can satisfy the requirements of both the Witch Cult and the Aurora Society at the same time. For the True Creator to descend, a large amount of pessimism, despair, numbness, resentment, and primitive evil is needed. For the Original Witch to descend, such a ritual is also needed.

Even more, the arrival of the true creator can attract firepower for the original witch. There is simply no more perfect plan than this!

She pulled down her veil to cover her face and looked up at the sky. The afternoon sun was covered by clouds and fog, turning pale and dim. Lady Despair looked up at the sky with a hint of sarcasm on her beautiful face:

"madness."

The idiots of the Aurora Society didn't understand what they were doing. They just wanted their god to descend, but they didn't consider whether the real creator who descended could escape the pursuit of the three major churches. Of course, even if he could escape the pursuit of the three major churches, it would not matter, because this would also enhance their strength.

It’s a pity that because their plans were repeatedly disrupted, they now have to act in advance, otherwise they could have done it more covertly.

Ms. Despair looked around, walked out of the alley and into the street. Her steps were very slow, as if she was wandering in a sea of ​​fog. Wherever she passed, the fog became a little thicker and stained with a little iron black, and the distance was quietly getting smaller.

The iron-black and light-yellow smog silently descended upon the East District and Backlund.

Not far from her, a homeless man wearing an old jacket and with a sallow face suddenly coughed violently and fell to the ground. Two poor people who were very close to the homeless man stepped back in fear and immediately covered their throats, making hoarse sounds, as if they had a serious lung disease or bronchitis and were unable to breathe.

Ms. Despair's expression was calm and gentle, as if she was completing a work of art.

She walked among the passers-by without any abnormality, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and laughed softly:
“The history of the Kingdom of Loen will remember this day:
"The Backlund Great Smog Incident."
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King's Road, Queens.

Hibbert used official business as an excuse to effortlessly lead Archbishop Saint Anthony into the Kingdom Parliament, and they had no problems along the way. In fact, even if he didn't make excuses, he wouldn't have encountered any obstacles. After all, one of them was Earl Hall's eldest son, and the other was the Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese of the Church of the Night. Who would dare to stop them?
"Father!"

Hibbert slammed open a door and looked anxiously at Earl Hall who was handling government affairs in the room.

"Hibbert? He was so flustered..."

Count Hall frowned when he saw his eldest son in such a hurry. Just as he was about to scold him, he saw Archbishop Saint Anthony in the back and quickly stood up to greet him, "Archbishop Anthony, why are you here?"

Archbishop Anthony just smiled and raised his hand slightly towards Earl Hall.

Earl Hall felt as if his consciousness was in a trance for a moment. All the memories from yesterday to now quickly emerged in his mind like a movie, making him quickly realize the discordant parts of his memory:
"I'm hypnotized!"

Earl Hall's face darkened and he said in a deep voice.

Because of Alfred's matter, he was summoned by George III yesterday and explained the interests involved. But in the dark, something else affected his mind, making him firmly believe that "this is a good thing." Unfortunately, he is just an ordinary person after all, and he doesn't even know who is influencing him!

"Count Hall, you..."

Archbishop St. Anthony smiled and nodded. Just as he was about to speak, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

Archbishop St. Anthony turned around and saw a group of people rushing towards him.

Among them were a large number of nobles who believed in the Church of Evernight, but the leader was the current Prime Minister, Agushed Negan, the brother of Duke Negan who was assassinated a few days ago. This was not surprising. Although Prime Minister Agushed Negan was a believer of the Lord of Storms, the status of the archbishops of the three major churches was equal. The archbishop of any church who came in person was qualified to be greeted by the Prime Minister in person.

Although Agushed Negan's office is located in the Prime Minister's Residence at 9 Hope Street rather than the Kingdom House on Kingdom Avenue, the two buildings are actually at the intersection of the two streets. Not only are they close to each other, there are even passages inside for quick travel.

"Greetings, Prime Minister."

Archbishop St. Anthony smiled and nodded as a greeting.

The Prime Minister's expression seemed a little ugly, but it was obviously not directed at the Archbishop.

The Prime Minister raised his hand and handed the telegram in his palm to Saint Anthony, saying in a deep voice:

"Archbishop Saint Anthony, your honor, you need to see this."

Saint Anthony took the telegram and glanced at it:
Triss Chick? The original witch?
But facing the old man with drooping eyes, the Prime Minister lowered his head with some trembling.

This old man with a clean face and deep eyes looked very clean, and even in the black and red archbishop's robe, he did not give people a gloomy feeling. However, anyone who faced him would tremble from the bottom of their heart, as if their spirit was ruled by fear, or they were facing an unknown existence watching them from the depths of darkness.

The Prime Minister whispered:

"I have sent a message to His Excellency the Deep Blue Priest and Archbishop Horamick of the Steam Church. They should have received the message. Archbishop Saint Anthony, do you have any instructions?"

Due to his negligence in the assassination of Duke Negan, the 'Singer of God' Ace Snake was transferred out of the Backlund Diocese last week. The new Archbishop of the Storm Church is none other than the 'Deep Blue Priest' Redar Valentine.

Since this matter involved an evil god, the Prime Minister did not dare to be negligent in the slightest and naturally notified the other two major churches immediately.

Saint Anthony looked at the contents of the telegram and suddenly chuckled and said:

"There's an angel nearby who will take care of it."

"Angel?"

The Prime Minister was stunned at first, then his face lit up with joy.

Backlund is the capital of the Kingdom of Loen, and its diocesan archbishop is only at the level of a saint. However, an earthly angel is an existence that is at the same level as the triple crown holders of the major orthodox churches, that is, the pope, the pope, and the pastor!
In an era when gods don't often walk on earth, an angel on earth often means invincibility. It means Backlund won't be in any danger! Of course, the premise is that the angel on earth is not as unreliable as the 'Singer of God'.
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In the corner of the hall in the underground ruins, Klein clung to the stone wall to prevent himself from being discovered by Mr. A.

He was extremely nervous, as he knew that Mr. A would hold the True Creator's Advent Ceremony again, just like what Ince Zangwill and Lanevus had done in Tingen. That time, an incomplete 'evil baby' almost destroyed the entire Tingen.

Klein didn't even dare to imagine what the consequences would be if the true incarnation of the Creator descended this time!
For him, the best option at this moment was to sneak out of the hall and run away while Mr. A was concentrating on the ceremony. But he almost instinctively wanted to stop this from happening. He even gritted his teeth and made up his mind that as long as Mr. A started the ceremony, he would find a way to destroy the ceremony, or at least interrupt it.

Of course, this must wait for Mr. A to perform the ceremony first. After all, he will be restrained by the ceremony during the ceremony, and only then can Klein destroy the ceremony unscrupulously. After all, Klein does not think that he, a newly promoted Sequence 6, has the ability to confront Mr. A, a Sequence 5 'Shepherd' head-on.

Although Klein still has a seal item comparable to that of a saint, why would he fight head-on when he can just sneak attack? He's not stupid!
If he hadn't seen the face of the lady who spoke just now, he would have wanted to disguise himself as that lady and attack her, because that would be safer. As he was thinking this, he suddenly heard the respectful and enthusiastic voice of a waiter.

"Mr. A, the ritual is ready, and the Lord will soon be able to come into this world!"

“Here it comes!” Klein closed his eyes, leaned his back against the wall, and clenched his right hand suddenly.

As long as Mr. A performs the ceremony, he can...

"Snapped!"

"boom!"

The crisp sound of a slap in his ear startled Klein, and he opened his eyes in surprise. Only then did he realize that the waiter who had just spoken enthusiastically was slapped away and hit hard against the wall.

Mr. A said coldly:
"Who allowed you to prepare the ceremony without permission?"

Another waiter at the side seemed a little timid and said cautiously:
"But isn't this exactly the purpose of our cooperation with them?"

Mr. A glanced at them coldly and said:
"They want to use the Lord's coming to attract the attention of the three major churches and put all the blame on the Lord! If the Lord really comes, we will be sinners. Because the Lord does not need to come, the Lord has a bigger plan!" "The Lord does not need to come?"

The waiter looked confused. If the Lord didn't need to come, then what was the point of all they had been doing?

"Mr. A."

The waiter asked timidly, "What do we do now?"

"Lady Despair has left, but there are other saints guarding the depths of this ruin. What we need to do is to send a message to the Church of Evernight."

Mr. A half-raised his hands, made an open arms gesture, and said devoutly, "This is part of the plan."

Klein was confused after hearing this.

You are the head of a secret organization that believes in evil gods. You have worked hard to cooperate with other secret organizations, but your goal is to reveal all this to the Church of the True God? What on earth are you trying to do?

"You are higher than the stars,
The goddess of night who is older than eternity;
She is also the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets;
Queen of misfortune and terror, lord of sleep and silence..."

Klein racked his brains but couldn't figure out why this happened. He was just wondering if this was some conspiracy. But the next second, he heard the waiters chanting the goddess's name in ancient Hermetic language!
Klein was so annoyed. Brother, can you guys be more professional? You are believers of the true Creator! Why are you chanting the name of the Goddess? Do you really want to lure the Goddess over?

Let's not talk about whether the goddess will listen to the prayers of you cult members. Even if she does, isn't this a betrayal of the true creator? Do you think the true creator is a 'fool'? Do you think He is like a 'fool' and doesn't mind at all even if all His 'believers' believe in other gods?

Klein was still in the numb stage when a faint voice suddenly sounded beside his ear:

"Mr. A, the enemy is attacking..."

Klein suddenly shuddered and glanced at the figure lying on the ground not far away—

That was the waiter who had just prepared the ceremony secretly and was slapped away by Mr. A. But luckily, he flew in the direction where he was, and luckily he was not slapped to death. Instead, he discovered him hiding in the corner the moment he got up.

"Grass!"

Klein silently recited the name of a plant in his heart, but his body did not hesitate at all. He first raised his hand and shot the half-dead waiter, then ran towards the exit without hesitation!

Since Mr. A is not going to hold the ceremony, there is no need for him to stop it. Just run away first!
Before the others could react to where the enemy was attacking, Klein had already rushed to the gate and used the power of the master key to go straight through the wall beside the gate. The sunlight was not glaring on Klein, but the clouds in the sky were stained with a thin light yellow, and the sun was pale and dim.

Behind him was Mr. A, who chased out in a rage because he thought his plan had been exposed!
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In the East District, people fell one after another under the smog.

Among the countless people who fell, Old Kohler, who served the former famous detective Sherlock Moriarty, was just one of them. He was walking home, holding a paper bag of ham bought for the New Year, and fell to the ground helplessly.

This reminded Old Kohler of what a drunkard said in a bar when he was trying to get information. He said:

"People like us are like straw in the field. When the wind blows, we will fall down. Even if there is no wind, we may fall down..."

The wind came and this thought flashed through old Kohler's mind.

He held the paper bag of ham tightly, while reaching into the pocket of his old jacket, trying to take out the wrinkled cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke. What he couldn't understand was why he suddenly became ill when he was in good health. He had experienced such thick fog before.

What he couldn't understand was that his life had just gotten on the right track and was heading in a good enough direction.
I received the reward from Detective Moriarty in advance and bought a piece of ham I had been dreaming about for a long time to welcome the New Year. I was looking forward to tasting its delicious taste.

Why did he suddenly fall down?

Old Kohler took out the crumpled cigarette, but his arm was no longer strong enough to lift and it fell heavily to the ground.

He used up the last of his strength, trying to shout out the words that had accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words linger on his lips, unable to come out.

He heard his last words.

He heard himself asking:
"why?"
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Liv hung up the last of the laundry to dry.

She looked at the sky outside and was a little confused about the time because of the fog that had become thicker at some point.

"Anyway, it's still early, and our laundry work has been completed..." Liv's expression gradually became heavy. Finishing the work too early is not a good thing. It doesn't mean you can rest. It only means that you don't work enough and your income is insufficient.

Liv took a breath, turned around and said to her eldest daughter Freya, who was wiping her hands and looking at the vocabulary book in the next room:

"It's almost New Year's Day. Most of our employers have left Backlund and are going on vacation elsewhere. We can't go on like this. We have to find new jobs." "During festivals like this, the rich will hold banquets one after another. They may not have enough servants, so they may hire temporary kitchen cleaning ladies..."

Liv walked towards the house as she spoke, but as soon as she opened the door, she suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

Cough, cough, cough! She coughed violently, her face flushed red, and every joint in her body ached unbearably.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"No, cough, I'm fine." Liv's breathing became increasingly difficult.

"No, you are sick. If you are sick, I will take you to the hospital immediately." Freya tried to help her mother up.

"It's too expensive, too, expensive, well, go to, Charity Hospital, Charity Hospital, I can wait, no, no big problem." Liv replied breathlessly.

Freya was so anxious that tears came out of her eyes, but she didn't know what to do.

But the next second her body suddenly twitched, the pain blurred her consciousness, and Liv's coughing stopped abruptly.
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A carriage passed through the iron-black and light-yellow haze. The beautiful and graceful lady of despair was looking at the tragedy unfolding outside the window with an infatuated and intoxicated look on her face. Until she heard the whistling wind and the sound of raindrops hitting the glass window.

"The Storm Church responded very quickly this time. The Singer of God is finally not late!"

Ms. Despair had a sweet smile on her face, like a young girl in love, so lovable that it was impossible to associate her with the tragedy that killed hundreds of thousands of people.

The death and despair provided by this operation not only provide "materials" for the advent ceremony of the True Creator and the Original Witch, but also contribute to the digestion of her magic potion. This "smog" covers a wide range and can cause at least 10 deaths. This is enough to cover up the "missing" population, and can also maximize her despair inflicted on others, so that her magic potion can be digested.

Hundreds of thousands of deaths were enough for her potion to be completely digested, and she could even begin preparing for the ascension ceremony.

"I should leave now. Take Triss with me."

Lady Despair was in a good mood and thought, with a charming sweet smile on her lips. But the next second, her eyes suddenly blurred, and she saw the pea vines hanging all over the sky and a figure.

She was wearing a girlish yellow cake dress and an old-fashioned black soft hat, and she emerged surrounded by pea vines that grew out of thin air.

Her chestnut hair was naturally draped, her eyebrows were long and straight, and her eyes seemed to condense a blue ocean.

Her name was Bernadette, Bernadette Gustave.

(End of this chapter)