The Revival Square, which was covered in charred and cracks, suddenly turned dark. There was a seemingly corporeal gloominess and coldness that even the blinding silver lightning couldn't dispel.
Daly Simone acutely sensed that an unknown creature was traversing the spirit world and approaching the area. She had an ominous feeling, as though she could already see Ince Zangwill easily escaping with the help of this unexpected turn of events. His whereabouts were unknown.
Her body couldn't help but turn cold, as though she had returned to the time when she had just become a Beyonder.
Back then, due to an accident, the nineteen-year-old her had lost her family and mistakenly consumed a potion. She became a Corpse Collector and was placed into the Nighthawks' team.
The effects of the potion and the trauma of losing her family made her begin to like the cold. She couldn't help but approach corpses, often loitering in cemeteries and sleeping in front of graves.
This made her appear strange. She was instinctively rejected by others, causing her body temperature to drop. Even her soul seemed to slowly freeze and turn ice-cold.
She was afraid of such a feeling, but she still wished that she was a living person. Therefore, she instinctively used the men's coveting of her looks and body to get one boyfriend after another. She wanted to rely on the warmth of her body to resist the coldness of her soul.
In such a blurry and depraved life, she met that man. He was a man who always listened to her gently, a man who stayed by her side and steadily helped her. He was a man who would feel embarrassed when faced with jokes that involved sexual relations. He was a man who sincerely tolerated all the flaws of his teammates. He was a man who would be at a loss again and again when she teased him. He liked to hide his pain and sadness in his heart, causing his hairline to recede. When in danger, he was definitely the first man to stand forward and shield his teammates behind him.
She had changed. She began to like wearing old-fashioned makeup and no longer approached other men. All she did was joke a little to deliberately show that she hadn't changed.
However, she still didn't have the time to witness the man's proficiency in the acting method, his digestion of the potion, and his advancement to Sequence 6. She didn't have the time to see him extend his hand to invite her for an opening dance. She didn't have the time to participate in the final battle of his life. She didn't have the time to tell him her inner feelings.
I missed it the last time and didn't have the time to do anything. Today, I don't want it to happen again … Daly's expression turned sorrowful as the corners of her mouth curled up. It was gentle and sweet.
With her eyes tightly closed, she suddenly pulled out a small metal bottle from her hidden pocket, threw away the stopper, and gulped down the liquid inside.
Her blue eyeshadow and blush became brighter, and even her skin became a little more transparent. Her coiled hair fell apart in an instant, and her hood was pushed away, fluttering in all directions.
"A spirit that roams the void, a fearsome Upper Realm creature, an unpredictable visitor." Daly quickly chanted in ancient Hermes. "I-I sign a contract with you in my name. I beg you to leave this place!"
Behind the eight-legged, white-feathered Ince Zangwill, a figure outlined itself. It was a blood-colored piece of flesh with countless eyes on it. It had arms of different races inserted into it.
It wanted to grab Ince Zangwill's body and drag him into the spirit world when it suddenly stopped and cast its gaze at Daly Simone.
On the surface of Daly's skin, pitch-black snake-like scales protruded. In the gaps between the scales, white fur grew out one after another.
Her knees buckled as she knelt down in pain, but she maintained her mediumship posture.
The quill on Ince Zangwill's body began to write on its own:
"An unknown existence has descended upon Revival Square and is about to take Ince Zangwill away. No, it's attracted to Daly Simone. Its sense of beauty is actually biased towards humans. Aiyah, it has given up on Ince Zangwill. It has decided to listen to Daly Simone's suggestion and leave this place.
"It's truly unexpected that when it comes to mediumship, a demigod like Ince Zangwill would actually lose to a Sequence 5 Daly Simone. Although this lady consumed the Flower of the Spirit and paid a huge price, there's no chance of her winning against Ince Zangwill, who is barely using the Quill of Alzuhod.
"Ince Zangwill is just too unlucky to encounter something that has almost zero probability!"
Amidst the lightning strike, a blood-red glow lit up in Ince Zangwill's pitch-black eyes that were surrounded by mysterious symbols before calming down. His "hand" that held the quill once again wrote on the surface of his body:
"Another unknown existence has been attracted and is nearby in an attempt to enter the real World …"
At this point, the quill suddenly paused and continued writing:
"It's here, it's here. 'She' is Reinette Tinekerr! No, Reinette Tinekerr is chasing away all the creatures in the surrounding spirit world. "She" glanced at Ince Zangwill before retracting "Her" gaze. "She" left the area and continued wandering the vicinity.
"Ince Zangwill is too unlucky, too unlucky!"
Ince Zangwill's high-speed moving body suddenly paused as though he had suffered a huge blow.
Boom!
A thick bolt of silver lightning struck down, heavily striking the eight-legged "monster," causing Ince Zangwill to leap forward as he let out an inhuman scream.
In his pitch-black eyes, a blood-red glow spread out like an explosion, turning into two bloodthirsty, cruel, and crazy blobs of light.
"Ince Zangwill can no longer control his emotions and maintain a good state. He has lost most of his rationality …" The more the slightly damaged quill wrote, the dimmer it became before it gradually came to a stop.
Amidst the goosebumps that gave one goosebumps, endless darkness spread out, pulling Daly Simone and Leonard Mitchell into a dream at the same time.
However, the thunder and lightning that followed jolted the Sleepers awake.
Ince Zangwill took a step back with his eight legs, leaving an afterimage on the spot as he rushed towards Daly Simone, who was in a half-out of control state. He wanted to brutally tear apart the Nighthawk who had foiled his escape.
Boom! Boom!
Exaggerated bolts of lightning descended, stopping his actions.
Boom! Boom!
Eight strange "legs" covered in white feathers and scorched black marks moved continuously. The half-sprawled Ince Zangwill circled the square, dodging the lightning strikes as he searched for an opportunity to kill Leonard and Daly.
Gradually, he, who still had a certain level of rationality, discovered a problem. The frequency of the lightning strikes was slowing down!
The person who created the lightning strikes seemed to be reaching his limits, and his spirituality was about to be completely expended!
Ince Zangwill's heart stirred as a cruel smile appeared on his face. As he ran at high speed, he said in ancient Feysac in a deep voice,
"All of you will die!"
He seemed to have forgotten to escape.
All of you will die … Leonard Mitchell heard this, but there was nothing he could do. This was because he didn't dare to open his eyes. He was unable to determine Ince Zangwill's location or use his spirituality to lock onto him.
At that moment, he felt as though he had returned to Tingen City, back to the Blackthorn Security Company, back to the day of his intense battle with Megose. He had returned to that weak and powerless self who couldn't do anything to stop anything.
Back then, he had clearly wanted to help the Captain and Klein. He had overcome his fear, and he had Old Man's support, but because his Sequence was too low and he wasn't strong enough, he was quickly knocked unconscious. He was unable to participate in the subsequent battle and could only see two corpses when he woke up. All he could do was face the pain of his family to resolve the self-blame in his heart.
The leisurely life in Tingen City, the feeling of being the protagonist of a play without having to bear any responsibility, made Leonard reminisce. But the more he reminisced, the more he hated himself for not working harder earlier.
In front of his tightly shut eyes, there was a flash of light. Leonard clenched his fists tightly as he hurriedly shouted,
"Old Man!
"Old Man!"
This time, there was no voice resounding in his mind. Without anyone providing him with assistance, Pallez Zoroast remained asleep.
Leonard's breathing turned heavy, and his head couldn't help but move left and right with the flashes of light. Then, he shouted in a slightly hoarse voice, clearly flustered.
"Old Man!
"Old Man!
"Old Man!"
His voice gradually became softer and disappeared into the thunder. Leonard's head drooped bit by bit as his face was once again filled with self-blame and pain.
His lips quivered as he loosened and clenched his fists. He froze for a few seconds.
Suddenly, his expression turned resolute. His face contorted as he opened his mouth and chanted in ancient Hermes.
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era;
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck!"
As soon as he finished praying, a strange image appeared in his mind.
Ince Zangwill, who seemed to have transformed into a spider or a deformed wolf, was running quickly, dodging the lightning strikes. From time to time, he would attack himself or Daly Simone.
And unlike normal, in this scene, Ince Zangwill's figure was rather blurry. It was almost replaced by a red light, and it could only be used to confirm his location.
Leonard was first taken aback before he laughed. He laughed until tears rolled down his cheeks.
Without any hesitation, he raised his left palm and pressed the glove against his forehead. Then, he used his right hand to tightly grip the Fate Siphon charm.
"Fate!"
As the obscure and mysterious ancient Hermes words reverberated, Leonard condensed a transparent book in front of him. He flipped to a page amidst the ethereal chanting of "I came, I saw, I recorded," as he locked onto the eight-legged monster with white feathers.
Silver-white lightning suddenly burst out. Leonard Mitchell threw the charm with a ferocious expression and shouted, "I'm going to kill you!
He shouted, "Die! Ince Zangwill! "
He had been waiting for this shout for a very, very long time. He had rehearsed it countless times in his mind.
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