The moment the Fate Siphon charm left Leonard Mitchell's hand, it vanished in midair. It was unknown where it went, causing the spot where he and Ince Zangwill stood to turn dim. Even the expanding silver storm was unable to illuminate it.
At that moment, Leonard felt his body go numb, as though lightning was leaping across it, producing a slight pain that felt like needles. It felt as though his body would be completely carbonized at any moment.
But following that, he wasn't assaulted by an unbearable pain. It was as though nothing had happened.
No, something had happened. A bolt of lightning with bared fangs cleaved down in front of him, shattering the ground and charring the soil.
At the same time that Leonard Mitchell used the Fate Siphon charm, Klein had taken the initiative to divert his Lightning Strike away from Ince Zangwill!
"Ah!"
A shrill scream sounded as the thick darkness around Ince Zangwill failed to offset the storm formed by the interweaving silver bolts of lightning. He allowed his body to be swept into it.
He had inherited the fate of Leonard Mitchell being engulfed by the Lightning Storm!
Boom!
A low rumble of thunder suddenly exploded, and the forest of lightning quickly dissipated. However, the previous lightning storm had yet to completely end. Streaks of silver-white lightning fell from the sky one after another, setting off a new huge wave.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thunder God's angry roars came one after another as the reduced lightning frequency returned to normal. Furthermore, there was no gap in between. As such, even though there were layers of darkness surging out from Ince Zangwill's spot, they were unable to completely obliterate the silver.
After several storms, the blinding light finally dimmed as tiny bolts of lightning scattered weakly in every direction.
Ince Zangwill was still standing there without collapsing.
However, his head, which had pitch-black eyes, blood-red blobs of light, and mysterious symbols, had cracked open one crack after another. The flesh in the cracks was charred black as grayish-white liquid seeped out bit by bit.
His ribs and the four "legs" around his waist were completely charred as well. They were curled up, as though they would fall off at the slightest touch.
On them, not only were the white feathers nowhere to be seen, even the blood vessels that were wrapped around the surface had been charred to smithereens. They scattered to the ground at the same height as his body.
But even so, Ince Zangwill didn't die. A creature that had obtained godhood had a vitality that ordinary people couldn't imagine!
The blood-red light in his eyes became more and more intense, and the violent and crazy aura could no longer be weakened. His heart was filled with remorse and the urge to vent.
He hated himself for only focusing on escaping in the beginning and not killing the enemies present. At that time, if he had used his powers without any qualms and unreservedly displayed the horror of a demigod, he would definitely have been able to kill Daly Simone and Leonard Mitchell in a lightning strike. He wouldn't have been reduced to such a sorry state by two Mid-Sequence Beyonders.
"Damn it, damn it!" Ince Zangwill roared and threw away the dim "0-08" quill. With his remaining four "legs," he lunged at Leonard Mitchell.
Just as Leonard was about to move, his body suddenly felt cold. It was as if he had been entangled by strands of thin hair from the darkness, from the dream, and he could no longer move.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning struck Ince Zangwill, but all he did was sway a little, causing a few pieces of charred flesh to fall off. He didn't stop his attack, and he even revealed a cruel smile.
After this strike, he was extremely certain that the person hiding behind the scenes controlling the lightning was already close to the limit. He could no longer use his demigod-level powers!
As for Leonard, who was entangled by the invisible hair, his thoughts quickly calmed down. It was as if he didn't want to resist and fell into a deep sleep in the night.
Unable to move, he clenched his teeth and temporarily recovered some of his thoughts. He made the transparent book in front of him produce an ethereal chant once again.
"I came, I saw, I recorded!"
The howling of the wind reverberated as a terrifying tornado whistled towards Ince Zangwill, who had just pounced at him.
It tore apart the illusory black hair, allowing Leonard to regain his freedom of movement.
Whoosh!
Ince Zangwill was thrown up and smashed heavily to the ground. His body was covered in deep lacerations as pale-white blood flowed out.
Despite losing another front "leg," he didn't die. He "stood" up again, his gaze locked onto the Evernight Poet, who hadn't opened his eyes.
Without any warning, Leonard slipped and fell to the ground. He wanted to get up, but he was unable to maintain his balance. Even creating a strong wind to sweep himself up failed miserably.
"Damn it! Back in Tingen City, I should've killed you while you were unconscious! " Ince Zangwill cursed through gritted teeth. "That woman is about to die, and so are you!"
As he cursed, he limped towards Leonard, as though he had lost the ability to move at high speed. His expression was abnormally ferocious.
"Your captain is so annoying, so is your teammate, and so are you!
"After I kill you, I'll leave this place and return to Tingen to dig up their graves!"
Amidst his curses, darkness with the aura of death surged out of Ince Zangwill's body and enveloped the nearby Leonard Mitchell.
Leonard felt the bad luck wrapping around him, but he was helpless. He didn't even dare to open his eyes.
Bang!
With a gunshot, a pale gold bullet shot into the darkness filled with the strong aura of death, bringing with it blazing sunlight that neutralized the abnormality.
Pa! Tarot cards flew over and stuck themselves in different spots on the ground.
One of them was in front of Leonard, and it immediately burst into scarlet flames.
Amidst the flames, a figure wearing a half top hat and a black formal suit walked out with a long-barreled revolver. He had black hair and brown eyes, and his facial features were rather deep. He gave off a very scholarly vibe. He was none other than Klein Moretti.
Unable to wield the Sea God Scepter, he had already decisively returned to the real World. He had come forward with Death Knell!
"You, it's really you! You're still alive! Let's die together! " Ince Zangwill's speed instantly recovered as he circled around Klein in a bid to forcefully drag him into a dream.
He had actually been pretending just now!
However, Klein wasn't affected at all. He showed no signs of entering a deep slumber as he raised his right hand and pulled the trigger as though he had a premonition.
Bang!
Ince Zangwill was thrown to the ground by the powerful impact as the wounds on his head widened.
"That shot just now was for Ma 'am Daly." Klein said in a deep voice as he snapped his fingers. With the help of the surging flames, he flashed to the other side of Ince Zangwill.
Ince Zangwill's eyes protruded out as he moved at high speed, allowing the bad luck to spread out in a bid to affect his opponent. However, it was useless.
"This shot was for Leonard."
All the tarot cards were ignited at the same time like fireworks in full bloom. Klein flashed behind Ince Zangwill, pulled back the hammer, and pulled the trigger purely based on his intuition.
Bang!
Ince Zangwill's left leg spewed out a blob of pale blood as it snapped right in the middle.
His running came to an abrupt halt as he nearly lost his balance.
With the help of the burning tarot cards, Klein continuously made Flaming Jump to prevent himself from being affected by the black strands of hair.
"This shot was for Megose."
"This shot was for the Keeper."
"This shot was for the destroyed Blackthorn Security Company."
"This shot was for all the Nighthawks."
"This shot was for myself."
Amidst the bangs, Klein repeatedly pulled the trigger, firing silver demon hunting bullets that broke Ince Zangwill's other leg and opened up his forehead. His roars became softer and softer as he gradually fell to the ground.
Finally, Klein flashed in front of Ince Zangwill and pressed Death Knell against his face.
At this moment, mysterious patterns appeared on Ince Zangwill's head that was about to split open, creating an intense impact.
He still had the ability to resist!
He was waiting for his opponent to approach so that he could use his Mythical Creature form to turn the situation around!
However, Klein's brown eyes didn't reflect anything as he stared at him.
He pressed Death Knell even harder and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Ince Zangwill's head exploded like a smashed watermelon. Fragments and juices splattered everywhere.
Death Knell had tolled for him.
Klein raised his left hand and rubbed away his two eyes, pushing the real eyes that were hidden beneath them back to their original positions.
His brown eyes turned hazy as the corners of his mouth curled up bit by bit. He said to the already dead Ince Zangwill in a deep voice,
He said to the already dead Ince Zangwill in a deep voice, "This shot was for Captain."
He didn't give him a chance to say his last words. He didn't wish to know about Ince Zangwill's bitter past.
He then took out the remaining tarot card from his pocket and threw it at Ince Zangwill's corpse.
It was a reversed star card.
At this moment, a figure appeared not far away. He bent down to pick up the dimmed quill.
The figure wore a simple white robe and had a pale golden beard that covered the lower half of his face. There was a silver cross pendant hanging in front of his chest, making him look like an ordinary priest. He was none other than the King of Angels, Adam!
Adam looked at Klein and smiled warmly.
"It's a pity that I wasn't able to hold back that snake."
He looked at the quill in his hand, then at the tarot card, and added with a smile, "That's right.
"All the gifts of fate have already been marked with a price, haven't they?" (Note 1)
After saying that, he turned around and disappeared from the dilapidated square step by step, leaving behind a sentence that sounded like he was chanting.
"Under the witness of a Spectator, Klein Moretti completed a gorgeous play and directed a magical murder. He used this opportunity to digest the potion and had the excess strength to attempt an advancement when the play came to an end."
Klein didn't experience the digestion and corresponding feedback of the Nimblewright Master potion. With a Flaming Jump, he appeared in front of Daly Simone.
The lady was on the verge of losing control. She said in a daze,
She said in a daze, "I don't want to become a monster …"
"Alright …" Klein looked at her with a sorrowful gaze as he quickly thought of a way to save a Rampager.
He had considered getting her to chant The Fool's honorific name and pull her Spirit Body above the gray fog, but with her body already mutated, it didn't seem to be of much use. Unless Daly chose to stay there forever, and the Flower of Blood ring was similarly unable to resolve the corresponding problem.
Daly smiled with great difficulty as she resisted the white fur and pitch-black scales that constantly emerged from her body.
"So it's you …
"Didn't you previously ask me why I didn't take the initiative to confess to Dunn and push him onto the bed?"
She drew a breath and smiled bitterly.
"In the past, I indulged myself too much. H-he's a conservative person. I-I feel very inferior."
She was about to lose control and turn into a monster.
At this moment, she heard Klein Moretti reply, "Captain actually likes you a lot, but you're too outstanding and too young.
He also feels very inferior. "At this moment, she heard Klein Moretti reply," Captain actually likes you a lot, but you're too outstanding and too young.
He also feels very inferior. "Daly smiled. Following that, in her hazy vision, she saw the black-cloaked man with a receding hairline and deep gray eyes. She saw him press his hand to his chest, bend down, and extend his palm, inviting her to dance.
She reached out her hand as her thoughts turned sluggish.
The gray-eyed man in the black trench coat pulled up Daly, whose mutation was gradually fading. Under Leonard's gaze, they danced briskly in the dilapidated square filled with fountains.
Materials flew out one after another. There were golden grape vines and rather ugly rubber masks. Under the guidance of their spirituality, they gradually mixed together and poured into a small metal bottle.
Amidst the beautiful dance, Daly gently leaned forward and leaned into Dunn's embrace.
Klein held the bottle of potion, brought it to his mouth, and poured it in.
Note 1: A famous line from the Austrian writer Stefan Zweig.
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