307 Chapter 224:Tingen's New History 2/3
The Red Glove had only a momentary surprise, only an instant before the Language of Death burst from her blue lips with an icy sigh.
"Chaperon!"
Almost instantly and answering its Master's call, something arrived. The temperature in the area dropped several degrees and Mr. A only smiled as he jumped backwards.
In its previous place and appearing out of thin air, a large spirit that was over 2 meters long whipped its deformed mallets of hands destroying the ground.
This spirit was an extremely deformed monster, looking like an erroneous mixture between a gorilla and a bear. It had no skin, which allowed one to see its blackish, deformed, and disgustingly thin muscles. Its head was a black skull, with a malformed snout full of yellowish teeth that dripped foam. In the dark sockets where its one eye was, an illusory white flame burned.
Being the Spirit Guide of sequence 6. Daly Simone was able to enslave spirits using the Language of Death and forced contracts!
This spirit in brute strength was superior to her!
It was also the only one she had not personally 'tamed'... This is a spirit that was given to her by her partner of the same path and sequence, but much more experienced and less attractive, Albert Frankes.
The ever-silent and not very friendly man had only said one thing when he handed her the spirit.
'Don't hesitate to use it. You don't have many spirits so this one will come in handy.'
With a roar, the spirit placed itself in front of its Master protectively.
Looking at the robed figure in front of her, Daly Simone clicked her tongue in annoyance.
The message from a few days ago from Backlund Cathedral replayed in her head which caused her to mentally curse.
'So this is the famous Mr. A of Backlund... What a disgrace...'
Before she could think of her next move, Daly felt her throat burn and her nose fill with snot.
Cough* Cough* Achoo* Achoo*
Alarm bells went off in Daly Simone, a moment ago she was completely healthy how come now she was feeling a little sick?!
As soon as that thought passed, her pupils shrank.
'There's something in the air!'
Her hand quickly went to her pocket trying to grab an object that would help her but just as her fingers touched that object, she coughed loudly stopping them for a few seconds.
In that same instant, the shadows beneath her spirit moved and trembled as if alive, tentacles of solid darkness wrapped around Chaperon's body, her panther, and hers!
Opening her mouth, she tried to use the Language of Death but coughed loudly again!
Her hand released the object which was a small vial that fell to the ground and rolled out of her reach.
With enormous speed, sliding down the street as if he were surfing in the air. Mr. A quickly arrived in front of Daly, his eyes blazing madly.
The man's hand reached out to the woman's face.
The woman's pupils shrank.
Within inches of that cold hand touching her, the Language of Death rang out and struck with a cold edge.
Groaning, Mr. A's body froze. His spirit body had been struck!
Before Mr. A could respond to the attack, his expression relaxed and his eyelids drooped and his head hung.
He had fallen asleep!
Daly felt something wrap around her waist, that something pulled her back tightly, the shadow tentacles snapped and she was released.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Multiple shots rang out and struck Mr. A. Most of them hit his head leaving holes that glowed with golden light.
Looking over her shoulder, Daly smiled gratefully and sighed in relief.
"Remind me to cough* cough* buy you dinner honey!"
Spirit Medium Albert Frankes completely ignored Daly Simone, his deep black eyes were completely focused on Mr. A who shook his head coming out of his sleep, the holes in his head were closing rapidly and the demon-hunting bullets fell to the ground.
Next to him was a lizard as big as a tiger whose long tail was wrapped around Daly's waist.
Nightmare Lucia smiled at the only other woman in the group and nodded politely as she reloaded her revolver in one neat motion.
"We'll keep him busy. You focus on getting to Blackthorn." Albert spoke in a cold voice as he once again used the Language of Death and another spirit manifested at his side. This time it was that of a huge bone snake that went at once to attack Mr. A.
Daly nodded at that. Still in the air, she also used the language of the dead.
Her spirits that were still trapped in the shadow tentacles disappeared back into the spirit world.
It was much easier to return them to the spirit world than to try to rescue them. After all, she could reinvoke them with just a few words.
"He can cast cough*cough*illnesses from the air, be careful." Daly said with some difficulty as she was lowered to the ground by the lizard who as soon as it did also lunged with its snake companion at Mr. A.
Immediately, the woman pulled another vial from a pocket, identical to the previous one, and with a trembling hand, she uncapped the vial and drank its entire contents in one big, deep gulp.
A second later, the discomfort and uneasiness she felt disappeared and was replaced by a sense of calm and comfort.
At the information, Lucia nodded seriously while Albert just kept watching Mr. A who was looking at them with a somewhat annoyed look, the bone snake was not allowing him to approach them, and every time he managed to take a few steps the lizard stopped him.
"As soon as you get out of range Truquer will activate 1-45." Lucia shared in a small whisper.
Daly's eyes widened for a second before she nodded.
The sound of the street breaking up above told her that her captain was doing his best to deal with the unknown demigod.
Opening her lips, the Language of Death sounded and her panther reappeared at her side.
Without needing to say it, she jumped onto her panther and it quickly took off in the opposite direction. The panther took a big leap onto the roof of a house and accelerated.
Mr. A looked at this with annoyance and jumping backward, dodging the snake's bite and the lizard's tail, he extended his hand toward Daly.
But before he could do anything, his eyelids felt heavy, delaying his reaction. An opening the snake took advantage of and sank its sharp fangs into the man's neck and wrapped its bony body around him, choking the man with all its might, trying to break every bone in his body.
Mr. A despite having his neck pierced and feeling squeezed with such force that it would break his bones, only looked even more annoyed but there was a small grimace on his face.
His body was wrapped in shadows and he melted to the ground, reforming to the side. He grabbed the snake's head and whipped it at the lizard coming from behind him.
"Sheep without a shepherd, do you really think you can stop our Messia? Who has the blessing and protection of our Lord?" Mr. A reproached.
"A mere sheep won't change anything, our Messia will come into the world, bringing salvation."
Lucia and Albert looked at the lunatic with cold eyes. Without answering him, his lips opened again and the Language of Death rang out as poetry danced and reverberated in the air.
...
Glancing over her shoulder at Mr. A watchful for any surprise attack, Daly counted the meters she was covering.
'50, 60, 70... now!'
Just past the 70 mark, she watched as Truquer pulled out a mirror and slammed it hard down the center.
Crack!
The sound of glass shattering rang throughout the street and at the same time, all sounds of fighting disappeared.
Mr. A, Lucia, and Albert disappeared and Daly was sure it was the same with her captain and the demigod.
Looking ahead, Daly ordered her panther to speed up to get to Blackthorn Security Company the faster the better.
As the air hit her face and her hair fluttered in the wind, the information from 1-45 flashed through her head.
'Sealed Artifact 1-45 or Reflection of the World.
An ancient crystal and silver mirror dating back to the beginning of the Fifth Epoch.
Power: When broken, every Beyonder within a range of 70 meters will be transported inside the mirror, in a reflection of the area where it was broken. The only known way to escape is to break the mirror again from the inside. Once that happens the mirror will return to its state before it was broken and all Beyonders inside will be ejected into the real world. The mirror only catches Beyonders, any normal person in range will be ignored.
Additional Info: A Beyonder has to be the one to break the mirror, a normal person can't activate the mirror.
Negative effect: The longer you stay inside, the more your body will merge with the reflection to the point that you will be unable to escape and will be trapped in the reflection. A beyonder can survive 15 minutes inside the reflection, the higher the sequence the longer the time.
Sequence 5 is capable of holding up to 1 hour inside, higher sequences have not been tested...'
Letting out a sigh, Daly held tightly to her panther's fur, at this speed she shouldn't take more than 15 minutes to get there.
'Dunn...'
The Spirit Guide couldn't help but feel worried and distressed, her chest tightening.
Another use of the Language of Death caused the panther to speed up even more.
...
Zouteland Street.
After 10 minutes in which her panther ran faster than ever, Daly could finally see the familiar building, and noting that it was intact, she couldn't help but let out a huge sigh of relief.
She had made it in ti-
Boom!
Blackthorn Security Company shook hard as did the street, so much so that it even threw the panther off balance a bit. Daly watched as golden light streamed from the shattered windows where Tingen's Nighthawks should be.
"No..."
With her heart in her throat, Daly quickly commanded her panther who leaped to the roof of the building next to Blackthorn.
Picking up speed, the panther accelerated with everything it had and with a mighty leap, smashed through the wall of the floor where the fight was happening.
At that same instant, she watched as Leonard Mitchell was sent flying through a wall and lay motionless under the rubble.
A dazed Dunn looked up from his spot as did a badly injured but visibly relieved Klein, she could see that the clown had a golden charm in his hand.
But Daly's attention was focused on the burned monstrosity in front of her. If that was Megose, then the woman was long dead.
Only a burned torso with a visibly swollen belly remained, incredibly she could see how on the remaining arm of what was once Megose, clutched tightly in one hand was what appeared to be a badly burned newspaper.
Before she could do or say anything, everyone present froze.
"Waaaa! Waaaa!"
The cry of a baby sounded in the ruins of the room, the spawn of the True Creator began its descent into the world.
