Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

Olivia stood up and planned to cook a meal for herself and her captives.

After all, people are made of iron and food is made of steel. God knows how long it will take for Azka to arrive, and he doesn't want his plan to fail halfway.

She made some simple meals, ate some herself, and took some to take to the Dark Saint Xesma.

When she walked to the door of the secret room, she pushed it open and walked in without a trace of doubt.

But after entering, she was stunned.

The Dark Saint Xesma disappeared!

Olivia was so scared that she quickly used her spirituality to explore the entire house and the surrounding environment, but still couldn't see the Dark Saint Xesma.

It seemed that this Dark Saint really escaped.

This is a big trouble.

Olivia didn't know why Xesma, who was tied up by her own dark rope, would go out of tune quietly, and without alarming herself.

This is simply impossible.

But this impossible thing happened now.

Could it be that someone who is at the same angel level as herself came to save the Dark Saint Xesma?

Olivia was a little irritated and paced around in the room.

However, the strongest person in the Aurora Club is only a demigod!

And even if the angel wanted to save the Dark Saint Xema, it would be impossible not to alarm me, and it was so easy for me to find the secret room.

You know, I used a ritual to cover the door.

Olivia rubbed her eyebrows and sat on the chair.

It seems that this matter is not simple!

Olivia no longer intends to think about how the Dark Saint Xema got out.

She now has to consider what kind of lineup Xema will use to deal with her, even though she is an angel.

But after all, it has reached the point of no return. If I were the weaker party, I would definitely find a good person to strike first.

And I have to be wary of the extraordinary person who took the Dark Saint Xema away. Maybe he is a Sequence 1 Angel King.

Olivia smiled bitterly in her heart. She didn't expect that the excuse she made up casually would come true. Although the process is different, the result is the same.

It seems that I have to get Elna White to my side, and depending on the situation, I have to go to the Church of the Night for help.

Alas!

Olivia was a little helpless.

I didn't expect that I would have to ask the church for help in the end, but this is okay, and I have filled my last loophole.

Olivia stood up and wanted to leave, but looking at the crimson moonlight outside, she thought about it and decided to go tomorrow!

Anyway, there is no rush.

………………

In the open space surrounded by the abandoned warehouse, the "Mechanical Heart" came and went, and the person in charge of this incident has changed from the team leader to a strong man at the deacon level.

Ikanser Bernard's brown hair is always messy, stretching out stubbornly, even if he wears a hat, it can't cover it up.

So many members of the "Mechanical Heart" secretly joked that this deacon might be using a bomb to cut his hair.

At this moment, Ikanser, with a hard and clear facial line, is holding an ancient patterned silver mirror.

There is an eye-like decoration on each side of the mirror. They are based on black gemstones and look deep and charming.

Ikanser looked around and said:

"Although the rats in the sewer are experts in interfering with divination and spiritualism, and have effectively dealt with the scene, this is a mysterious and extraordinary world, and there is no way to guarantee 100% success."

As he spoke, he looked at the silver mirror in his hand and stroked the surface with his right palm three times.

After a two-second pause, Ikanser took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Respected Arrodes, my question is, who are the participants in what just happened in this place?"

The surrounding darkness suddenly became hazy, and the surface of the silver mirror was swaying with water light.

Soon, a picture emerged in the silver mirror:

In the crimson moonlight, there was a person floating in the air. She was wearing a black cloak and a black iron mask, and bats were scattered from her body.

As the water flashed, the picture changed, and a middle-aged man in a dark red cloak appeared. His arms were burning with bright flames, but his head was hidden in the darkness.

Scenes alternated, and Ikanser and others saw a woman in a complicated black court dress and messy light golden hair. However, her face was not clear, but strangely, she was also wearing a black iron mask.

Next to this lady were two men with black hair on their bodies, and their backs were pulled by strange arms.

Finally, the change ended, and it was frozen in the picture of a bunch of flames whistling into the sky, "fireworks" blooming brilliantly, and light shining on one side.

In such a dreamy scene, the man in a black double-breasted long dress just now appeared again.

His body twisted and stretched horizontally, and another person appeared. He was wearing a black double-breasted long dress and a half-high silk hat. His body was twisted and unstable, and his face was blurred and difficult to see clearly.

Facing forward, he pressed his chest with the hand holding the hat, bowed slightly, and saluted.

His face was not only extremely blurred as if it was disturbed, but also vaguely showed the color of oil paint.

Ikanser frowned. He didn't care about the others, but he had to pay attention to the few extraordinary people wearing black iron masks.

He clearly felt that the strength of the extraordinary person who could scatter bats from his body was definitely above that of a demigod.

If it was just an ordinary disguise to hide his identity, it would not matter.

But if it is a secret organization, it will be a big deal.

This is an organization with extraordinary people who surpass the demigod level!

This is much more threatening than the Aurora Society.

Ikanser was about to ask the team members for their opinions, and suddenly a few lines of ancient Fusac words appeared on the silver mirror:

"According to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions."

"If you answer incorrectly or lie, you will be punished."

The word "punishment" is as red as blood, as if it is still dripping with liquid!

Ikanser's facial expression twisted for a moment, and then became extremely solemn.

Then, the silver mirror flashed with water light, and a new line of words appeared:

"What is your sexual orientation?"

Ikanser was stunned, and felt that the eyes of the surrounding team members were all cast on him.

………………

In a dilapidated house in a secluded suburb.

There were several people sitting at a round table!

"Tell me!"

"Why did the dark saint Kosma have the interest to invite us here today?"

The one who spoke was a beautiful woman with a slender and white neck and small and delicate ears.

She was holy, dignified, without a trace of dust, and her face was bright and brilliant, which made people's eyes shine.

Her pure white and simple robe and loosely tied hair added a bit of restraint and laziness to her temperament.

This temperament and figure are undoubtedly the desperate nightingale lady - Panatia.

"Deal with an angel."

"Deal with an angel?"

"Kosma, have you been a saint for so long that you think too highly of yourself?"

"I am just a saint, not the king of angels."

"How do you want me to deal with angels?"