Chapter 606

Chapter 228: Turning on Each Other Part 1

Buzz—

A golden sphere flew out from Angel’s wide cloak and hovered above his head. The moment the light burst forth, I stepped into my Moon Step and leaped up, instantly soaring dozens of meters into the air. But it was already too late.

Bang!

It sounded like it came from inside my skull. An invisible, indestructible barrier suddenly formed in the golden light illuminating the night sky, blocking my way like an invisible wall. Before I could react, my head crashed into it, emitting a dull sound. The dizziness hadn’t even begun to set in when a strange counterforce pressed down!

“Ugh!”

Whoosh—

The wind rushed past my ears as my body fell back onto the grass like a cannonball, “Boom!” Grass and dirt flew everywhere. My mind went blank, and my ears were filled with a constant buzzing sound. Struggling to get up, I staggered forward like someone who had been drinking, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

The Final Reversal…

This is the power of Angel’s divine relic…

“Ugh!”

Unable to hold back, I bent over and vomited, my body feeling extremely weak. With a thud, I fell to my knees, dropping my scythe with a clatter. Clutching my head, I looked at the crowd standing not far away with a hazy gaze.

“Angel…”

I gritted my teeth and called out the young pope’s name.

“I’m sorry, Little Charcoal.”

In the dazzling light, Angel, dressed in gold, apologized to me softly. Holding his staff with his right hand, he raised both arms above his head, palms open, showing no malice as he slowly retreated. “Please believe me, I have no ill intentions… This is for your own good. You will understand later, but now you can’t go anywhere. You must come with me.”

As Angel retreated, Margaret stepped forward two paces and quickly took out the familiar bone pendant hanging around her neck. A second golden light suddenly burst from the pendant, rising into the night sky and clearly illuminating the calm yet chilling face of the Holy Maiden.

Buzz—

The resonance of a miracle trembled in the air, accompanied by the glow from the bone pendant. That familiar yet strange sense of comfort surged into my heart, filling me with a strong sense of security that made my mind start to wander. The figures before me gradually blurred.

“Why…”

Anger, sadness, confusion, and a hint of understanding. The soft, sorrowful voice seemed to be questioning those two people who were once thought to be harmless, as if also questioning herself, asking why she had been so foolish, always believing in them.

“Do not try to resist. This is the power of the Fertile Mother Goddess. It won’t harm you, I swear it with my honor.”

Angel’s voice grew distant, as if it were a dream.

“We won’t hurt you. Really, you just need to sleep well. When you wake up, the world will return to its original state. You won’t remember tonight, and I won’t let you have any bad memories. Little Charcoal, go to sleep obediently, let me take you back…”

“An! Gel!”

Half-kneeling on the ground, I pounded my head and pulled my hair, screaming with all my might.

“Margarita, don’t let her struggle.”

“…Yes.”

Buzz—

In the next moment, the impact of the air wave became clear as the pendant glowing from Margaret’s chest rushed towards me, carrying a startling wind, striking me like a hammer.

[Mother Goddess’s Mud Coffin.]

“Uh…”

My breath caught, and I remained kneeling, unable to move.

Buzzbuzzbuzzbuzz!

The air vibrated at high frequency, the short grass in front of me swayed violently, and the soil beneath my feet trembled.

The surging emotions overwhelmed me, the buzzing in my ears like countless knives piercing my eardrums, pain making my head feel as if it would explode.

Damn it…

My eyes were bloodshot, staring ahead, as if I was sinking deeply into a swamp, no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t stand up, not even a single finger could move, let alone clenching my teeth.

Margaret…

You’ve done this to me…

Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz…

“Enough!”

“Stop…”

“Don’t hurt her, she’s already weak…”

The voices in front grew increasingly chaotic, more people in black robes gathered around, but I gradually couldn’t hear what they were saying anymore. Drowsiness kept rising, only the anger kept me barely awake. The figures nearby and the interlacing golden light started to blur, I almost lost consciousness at any moment.

“Doctor Christ, prepare… to go to the underground prison… you and Margaret take care of her…”

The divine light flowed and bloomed under the night sky, as the light poured down, I seemed to see Angel slowly walking towards me.

“Don’t be afraid, little charcoal, don’t be scared… You’ll be fine…”

Behind the man, the elderly bishop with white hair shouted at the approaching crowd in black robes, “Choir, choir! Miss Emily, has Doctor Romanie arrived yet…”

“Doctor Romanie might not come… She’s waiting for us in the underground prison…”

Doctor Romanie…

“Miss Anacylis, it looks like… the mission is finally over…”

“Don’t call me miss…”

Doctor Romanie!!!

“Mister Lamar… the city of saints… you can’t return for now… we’ll all stay here for a while… until we understand the condition of the patients… buzz buzz…”

“Buzz buzz buzz buzz…”

The chaotic words gradually failed to enter my mind, my thoughts began to scatter, I couldn’t even see Angel’s face getting closer clearly. The only thing left in my consciousness was the name “Doctor Romanie” shouted by the old bishop just now.

“Sleep, little charcoal… sleep…”

The man lifted his robe and squatted in front of me, carefully reaching out a hand, wanting to touch my head.

In the next moment, the dead smoke rose from beneath me.

“Watch out—”

“Pontiff!”

Whoosh—

The swirling smoke surged out of my body, condensing into countless tiny smoke serpents that instantly enveloped me. A sharp whistling suddenly arose around me. Pontiff Angel reacted quickly, a golden light flashed on him, and he teleported more than ten meters away, narrowly avoiding being swallowed by the chaotic power. Through the gaps in the smoke, I vaguely saw him looking here, a look of surprise on his face.

“Little charcoal, you…”

Buzz—

The sound of divine miracles reverberated again into the night sky, this time it was coming from my chest.

“Roar!!!”

A thunderous roar full of intimidating anger burst forth from my body, accompanied by a fierce air shockwave, spreading explosively in all directions, causing the figures in front to be thrown into chaos, everyone covering their ears or raising their hands to shield their faces. In the next moment, a crystal clear white branch emerged slowly from my chest.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz…

The branch trembled, emitting intense white light, dispersing the surrounding darkness. Almost simultaneously, I saw Margaret stagger, her face turning pale, breathing heavily, the gold light on the pendant dimming abruptly, the oppressive feeling of being trapped in the mud vanished instantly.

…I could move again.

Realizing this, I picked up the scythe, stood up unsteadily amidst everyone’s astonished gazes.