Secret: The Witch's House Traitor

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In Queens, in Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

Audrey stood by the French window, looking into the distance anxiously.

She saw the fog in the sky gradually thickening, the light yellow turning into iron black, and it was rapidly spreading towards her direction accompanied by the whistling wind.

"There's something wrong." Susie, the big golden retriever, squatted beside her, also looking at the usual smog.

Hopefully it's not too late to stop it. Audrey doesn't know what the mist represents, but she has just received a commission from Mr. World, hoping that she can report the conspiracy of the Witch Church to the Church of Night in time.

In addition to the Aurora Society secretly planning the God's Descent Ritual, is there also a Witch Church carrying out a similar conspiracy?

Audrey looked at the gray sky and thought again of what Mr. Lover had said.

The East District and the Factory District are breeding grounds for evil gods.

Since the vested interests are unwilling to make changes in advance, they have no right to complain when the disaster strikes.

This time I will definitely persuade my father and brother to slowly push forward the stalled bills to improve workers' working environment and treatment, as well as the bill to control factory pollution.

Chapter 274 The Dirty-Speaking Elder

Audrey silently prayed to the Goddess of Night and Mr. Fool in her heart, hoping that they could survive this disaster safely.

Suddenly, she noticed that the branches outside the window began to shake and the glass vibrated slightly.

"The wind is coming..." Audrey felt inexplicably happy.

Cathedral of Holy Winds, Jowood District.

A terrifying storm suddenly appeared outside it that was visible to the naked eye, and then an unimaginable hurricane swelled towards the east.

"The Storm Church responded quickly this time."

“It’s still a little late though.”

As the illusory pages of a book flipped in Lin Nuo's eyes, he raised his hand and aimed at the storm that was about to erupt.

"distortion!"

Woo!

The accumulated fog spread to all the distant places with the help of sudden wind and waves.

The smog that originally spread to the western district should have been pushed back to the eastern district by the strong wind and gradually blown away.

But at this moment, the violent gale suddenly became gentle and delicate, losing its might in sweeping away the accumulated fog. Instead, it helped the haze spread further away until it was completely spread over the entire Backlund.

It is not difficult for the low-sequence distortion in the Lawyer Path to distort a hurricane with the blessing of the Black Emperor's Blasphemy Card.

Boom! Boom!

Lightning leaps and thunder explodes.

The sudden roar of thunder seemed to reveal the incomparable anger of a saint.

"It's raining?"

Lin Nuo stretched out his hand and looked up at the sky.

The thunder soon subsided and the heavy rain began to wash the earth.

He did not count the specific death toll, but just watched the large number of newly born undead floating in every corner of the city. The long-accumulated resentment and negative emotions in the East District that turned into human figures poured into the altar set up by the Aurora Society.

The gray pigeons flew like parasites into the undead wandering in the streets and alleys and became Lin Nuo's spies.

When disaster strikes, in the darkness that covers the sky, the brilliance of humanity that was previously hidden in the daylight and inconspicuous, now shines like bright stars.

The lucky people who Anna and Megaos helped in the past few months, who had been vaccinated in advance and who were still healthy and had not lost their mobility under the thick smog, also took some actions when the heavy rain washed the city.

Old Kohler hurried back to his rented apartment, holding the ham in a paper bag.

As he fell to the ground, waiting for the howling wind to blow away his life, he was shocked to find that he was not dead.

"I am a relatively healthy straw man, but my life is still very tough."

He happily got up from the ground, patted the bag of ham with heartache, and prepared to return to the apartment quickly.

But when he saw the straw stalks lying on the ground not far away, he couldn't help but pause.

He took out a crumpled cigarette from his treasured pocket, took a deep puff and exhaled a large puff of smoke rings.

"As long as they don't try to take advantage of my ham, I'll just pass on my good fortune of meeting Detective Sherlock."

He hid the bag of ham deep in his arms and then walked over to help those guys who were so hungry that their eyes were like wolves but could only struggle and cough on the ground, and sent them to the nearby church.

Inside the public elementary school on the edge of the East District, the fog was not yet thick, but many students had already begun coughing.

The teacher on duty had received training and immediately instructed:

"Hurry, go to the church, go to the church next door!"

Daisy stood up in panic and followed the crowd to the church next to the school.

Suddenly she thought of her mother at home, and when she turned around, her sister was gone.

She stamped her feet hard and was about to run home to find her mother, but was caught by the teachers and forcibly dragged to the church.

Daisy struggled hard and cried out heart-wrenchingly:

"Mom! Freya!"

"Mom! Freya!"

What she didn't notice was that unlike her classmates who had mild coughing symptoms, she did not show any additional symptoms of illness except for feeling a little short of breath after shouting loudly and inhaling a lot of smog.

As Freya hurriedly rushed back home through the streets where people fell from time to time, she saw Ms. Liv hanging up the last piece of laundry, waiting for it to dry.

"Mom, are you okay?"

Freya said in surprise as she looked at Liv who was just coughing a little.

"Ahem, I'm fine. I just have a cough. Drink more water and I'll be fine. Why did you come back from the public elementary school? If you miss a class, you'll waste the tuition sponsored by that kind gentleman, don't you know?"

Ms. Liv coughed and scolded her eldest daughter angrily as she looked at her eldest daughter who had skipped class and ran back home.

While scolding her eldest daughter, she poured a bowl of boiled water and drank it, and her throat immediately felt much better.

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The impact of the haze is still ongoing. The distorted wind did not violently blow down all the crops in the field. Even so, there was a piece of straw that was already hollow inside and fell silently at the slightest blow.

Those who were trapped in the cold, hunger and poverty and were like duckweed fell down without any surprise. The noble lords who had indulged in the top life and had long been drained of their foundation by alcohol and sex also fell down in despair and unwillingness, holding their chests.

Lin Nuo was silently floating in the air above the bridge area. Under his feet was an open illusory portal leading directly to the underworld. Hundreds of undead souls and vengeful spirits were rushing towards him.

He looked down at the entire Backlund from high above and could see the undead pouring in from the four directions of east, south, west, and north, as well as a lightning arrow coming straight from the Holy Wind Cathedral.

Lin Nuo turned his head and glanced casually, then let the thick silver-white electric arrow pierce through his afterimage and fly towards the distant sky without slowing down.

A middle-aged man with short, straight, dark blue, almost pure black hair, large earlobes, eyes that seemed to always contain lightning and storms, a strong body, and an astonishing aura, flew over across the distance of two districts in an instant, riding the strong wind.

"This place is too close to the ground, why don't we fly up and fight?"

Lin Nuo nodded slightly to Raydar Valentine, the 'Deep Blue Bishop' who replaced the 'Singer of God', and his figure disappeared.

After Lin Nuo disappeared, the bronze portal that originally connected to the underworld also disappeared. The undead who were attracted by the breath of the underworld fell into a state of confusion and chaos again.

The 'Deep Blue Bishop' frowned as he looked at the strange behavior of the black-robed man who suddenly disappeared.

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The hall where the Aurora Society performs sacrificial ceremonies.

Mr. A's voice suddenly sounded:

“Give your life for the coming of the Lord.”

Plop, plop, the sound of several figures falling heavily was heard one after another.

Strong spiritual fluctuations emerged and kept echoing. Suddenly, layers of phantom crying sounds were heard in the void. Someone was calling for his mother, someone was coughing violently, and someone was groaning in pain.

One after another, people with unwilling resentment turned into illusory and transparent figures and entered the ceremony one after another. At the same time, the suppressed emotions such as numbness, despair, pain, resentment, etc. that had accumulated in the factory area, dock area and East District for many years also surged in like a tide.

On the altar, under the hood, Lanevus's face was filled with pain and despair. His left chest, shoulder, abdomen, and thigh were covered with squirming, sticky, and disgusting flesh.

All around him, the light layer was filled with illusory and transparent figures, overflowing with feelings of numbness, despair, pain, and depression.

Outside the altar, the four figures who had been praying earlier had fallen down. Their skin was dry and tightly wrapped around their bones, like corpses that had been weathered for many years.

Above the entire hall, rays of light penetrated the void and flew along the stone pillars, floor, and air covered with symbolic symbols and magical signs, and quickly fell into the altar.

"It's useless, swindler. Stop struggling. The ceremony has officially begun. Return to your original destiny and dedicate everything to my great Lord."

"But you are also lucky. You will live to witness the coming of my Lord and merge into His body."

Mr. A laughed hoarsely. He crushed the pure gold bottle in his hand. The blood and flesh of the real Creator were freed from petrification by the power of the ritual and flew to Lanevus, the vessel for the descent of God, on the altar.

"Aurora Society! I want you to die! I want you to die! If you give me a chance, I will crush you all to pieces and bury you with me!"

Lanevus's broken limbs gradually regained their mobility under the wriggling disgusting pieces of flesh. He stared at Mr. A, who had sacrificed him to the evil god, with dark eyes full of deep resentment and ferociousness, like a ghost.

He swore! As long as he could wake up for a moment after gaining the power of the evil god, he would definitely kill everything in front of him and bury them with him!

"Ah!"

Mr. A looked at Lanevus with pity and contempt.

He closed his eyes again, as if the other party was indeed just a tiny insect.

The "shepherd" half-raised his hands, made an open-arms gesture, and shouted in ancient Hermetic language:

“The Lord who created all;

"The Lord behind the veil of shadows; (Note 1)

"The fallen nature of all living beings.

“Your devout followers pray for your coming;

"I offer this sacrifice to you, and let it serve as a vessel to bear your great will!"

As he prayed, a light suddenly descended from an unknown source above Lanevus’ head, completely covering him.

The resentment and negative emotions that had transformed into human figures all around him rolled inward like a tide and poured into Lanevus' body.

"Power! Hahaha! Endless power!"

After absorbing a large amount of negative emotions, Lanevus burst into a crazy laugh.

He raised his mutated arm, and the flesh and blood squirmed like rubber as it stretched out to grab Mr. A's head on the altar.

boom!

Lanevus's fist hit the light layer surrounding the altar, causing ripples.

Mr. A looked at Lanevus's dying struggle, and a hint of mockery appeared on his weird and handsome face that did not look like a human.

"Do you think this damn altar can stop me?"

"I am the true creator now!"

Lanevus saw the mocking look on Mr. A's face and voluntarily gave up some of his rationality. The flesh and blood on his chest condensed into a fallen figure.

A terrifying divinity emerged from his body, and the control of the light curtain that originally covered and imprisoned him was now in his hands.

This was the scene that Lin Nuo saw when he was teleported here.

He placed his hands on the light layer around the barrier and passed through a dark blue illusory door directly into the altar.

"Are you finally regretting it now?"

"It's too late. He is coming. All of you should die!"

Lanevus watched the man in black robes easily pass through the light layer and walk onto the altar that he had taken control of by sacrificing himself. After he was furious, he felt a strong sense of pleasure.

Destroy with me! Backlund!

The closed door opened a tiny gap, and the eyes hidden behind the curtain of shadows looked in. The flowing shadows passed through the door and submerged Lanevus' body.

Lanevus completely gave up on himself, channeling the extremely suppressed desire for destruction and all the negative emotions he had absorbed from the East District into the power of depravity, preparing to vent them all at once.

If this sudden burst of power really landed on the East District, the destructive power would be no less than a nuclear explosion.

"Stolen luck."