With Klein's spirituality touching it, the dot of light suddenly expanded into a scene in front of him.
Dhaniz, who was wearing a shadow cloak, was praying at the edge of the square with his head lowered. He was chanting the honorific name of The Fool in ancient Hermes.
With this location, Klein expanded the scene outwards in search of Ince Zangwill.
What he saw through the gray fog was clearly different from what he had seen previously. In the middle of the square, there was a pitch-black cathedral inlaid with bones. Light would flicker from time to time, but there was no movement.
Seizing this opportunity, Klein responded to Dhaniz's prayer.
"Leave this place and find a place to hide."
As he spoke softly, Klein, who was wearing a papal tiara and dark blue robe, raised his left hand, causing the blue gem at the tip of the white bone scepter to emit light.
A sharp, ear-piercing sound reverberated throughout the Resurrection Square in the real world. A sudden gust of wind swept through the area, causing the passersby to leave in a hurry and seek shelter from the wind. Even Anderson, who had a stiff expression on his face, returned to his nonchalant state. With one hand on his stomach, he quickly dashed out of the danger zone.
In just a few seconds, the Resurrection Square became extremely deserted. Even though some passersby weren't fast and didn't run, they experienced the feeling of flying due to the strong wind.
The empty area had a brief moment of silence before a spark lit up from the window of the corpse cathedral. It grew larger and more blinding.
Silently, the stained glass window shattered as a blazing white light that was close to blue shot out like a meteor.
The flames immediately disintegrated, condensing into Ince Zangwill, who was wearing a black clergyman's robe and had dark blue eyes and veins.
The moment this Nightwatcher appeared, he couldn't help but open his mouth. He scoffed at the classic quill in his hand.
"If it wasn't for a fool like you who didn't listen to my advice, we wouldn't have ended up in this state!
"I don't even know what you're afraid of. Let me pray to the Lord earlier and secretly return to Rose Redemption. Join forces with the serpent, make preparations, and set up a trap. Today is our hunt for Adam, not the other way around!"
The slightly dim and tattered quill immediately flew up and wrote on the empty space of Ince Zangwill's clothes:
"Out of shame and anger, Sauron Einhorn Medici pushed all the blame for this matter to the Pen of Alzuhod, but in fact, 'He' was the one who stopped 'He' from praying to the True Creator. Neither Sauron nor Einhorn wished to believe in that evil god.
"Today's encounter has made this evil spirit's schizophrenia even worse! This is very reasonable. This is the diagnosis of the most professional and top-notch psychiatrist! "
Ince Zangwill's brows twitched as he instinctively raised his left hand and pressed it against his head.
His dark blue eyes quickly regained their luster, and his classical sculpture-like face became extremely serious.
At this moment, he, who had broken through the corpse church, was not in front of a square, but layers of ancient stairs made of stone. They led to the top of a towering mountain, where a huge cross was erected, surrounded by countless angels.
At this moment, an exaggerated bolt of silver lightning tore through the deep sky and came crashing down, striking Ince Zangwill.
The entire sealed and strange space began to crack, and the fountain and flowers in the square were reflected in the dark blue, almost black eye.
Ince Zangwill's figure suddenly vanished, leaving behind a transparent and blurry spirit. The latter was struck by the lightning and instantly obliterated.
This Nightwatcher didn't have the time to consider what other dangers were lurking outside. He seized the opportunity to transform into a beam of light, tore through the crack, and charged out.
To him, no matter what was lying in ambush ahead, it wasn't more terrifying or difficult to deal with than the son of the Creator, King of Angels Adam!
Seeing the flames on the square light up, escaping the restraints of the illusory World and returning to Ince Zangwill, whose hair was dark gold and palms were pale, Klein raised his head slightly and subconsciously sat up straight.
Countless scenes flashed through his mind. There was him having his heart pierced, the pair of bright leather boots he saw before his death, Dunn Smith smiling and winking at him with his left eye, and the Blackthorn Security Company that had been reduced to ruins.
The corners of Klein's mouth quickly curled up, revealing a comical smile.
He then said in a deep voice in ancient Hermes:
"Calamity!"
In his right palm, the silver-gray charm suddenly ignited with a dark glow.
This was a Calamity domain charm that Klein had directly prayed to the Evernight Goddess, using Snake of Mercury Will Auceptin's blood and precious metals to create.
This was a gift he had prepared for Ince Zangwill.
This was an Arrow of Vengeance.
This was a curse from God!
Klein suddenly stood up, pulled his shoulder, and swung his right arm, mixing the dark light with some of the powers above the stirred gray fog. He then threw it into the scene that had expanded from the prayer scene, throwing it at Ince Zangwill.
…
Just as Ince Zangwill returned to Revival Square, he saw a dark beam of light appear out of nowhere. It blanketed the entire sky, causing the environment he was in to turn extremely dark.
This change was fleeting as everything around him instantly returned to normal. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but as a Nightwatcher who could bestow a certain degree of misfortune upon others, Ince Zangwill acutely "smelled" the scent of danger. Without any hesitation, he extended his left palm forward, hoping to use the combination of the evil spirit in his body and the Gatekeeper's powers to enter the spirit world and escape.
However, none of the bright red flowers, the pure white fountain, or the dark black tiles around him turned colorful, much less stacked on top of each other.
Ince Zangwill's Spirit World Traversal had failed!
His gaze froze as he understood the reason. It was because the evil spirit in his body had begun arguing with itself and didn't lend him its powers.
"Look, everything would've been fine if you had listened to me earlier!"
"Pui, I might as well die if you want me to believe in the True Creator!"
"What's the point of listening to you? Weren't you just like us back then, being made into a potion by Alista Tudor? "
"So you aren't nervous at all? Didn't you notice that the curse had a clear deity aura? That power's intrinsic quality is also very high. In our present state, there's no way we can avoid it. Haha, continue arguing. I'm waiting to die with you. "
…
The blood vessels on Ince Zangwill's forehead throbbed when he heard that. He was infuriated that the evil spirit, Sauron Einhorn Medici, was actually fighting amongst itself at a critical moment. It didn't have any awareness that it was in danger.
As a former archbishop and a Beyonder who had once wielded a holy artifact of the Church of Evernight, Ince Zangwill didn't let his anger affect his judgment. He intuitively believed that the dark beam had something to do with the Evernight Goddess's Calamity authority. He believed that Sauron Einhorn Medici's sudden state of dissociation was clearly due to this influence. Otherwise, just the writing of the Pen of Alzuhod wouldn't have caused the Red Angel evil spirit to quarrel on the spot and ignore the situation!
He immediately turned around and ran towards one of the exits of Revival Square at high speed. He also attempted to communicate with the other spirits, hoping to use their powers to escape as quickly as possible. However, there wasn't a single spirit there!
At this moment, a figure stood out from a hidden spot at the edge of the empty square. He was a mixed-blood of Rouen and Balam. His face was fleshy, and his clothes were loose. By his waist was a thin rapier.
This was Admiral Hell Ludwell!
This was a marionette that usually didn't have any thoughts!
After throwing out the Curse of God charm, Klein had already followed his plan and returned to the real World to use his two marionettes!
As he got Winner Enzo to find a nearby corner, he took out the items he had prepared and set up a bestowment ritual. At the same time, he controlled Ludwell to walk out of his hiding spot and face Ince Zangwill.
This Admiral Hell, who was no longer recognizable, raised his right hand, allowing his arm, forearm, and fingers to rapidly turn incorporeal, expanding, and extending as he grabbed at his target.
This was the ability he had obtained from the Underworld creature in him to extract the Spirit Bodies of others remotely!
Ludwell's palm rapidly turned pale white as a figure floated up uncontrollably above Ince Zangwill's head.
However, Ince Zangwill was once a Gatekeeper. Immediately, a mysterious and illusory bronze door formed in his eyes, pulling back the Spirit Body that was about to emerge.
With his level and strength, it should've been easy for him to succeed, but for some reason, he made a few consecutive mistakes, nearly allowing Admiral Hell to succeed. All he could do was engage in a tug-of-war.
At this moment, two figures quickly outlined themselves beside Ludwell. One of them was the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell, who wore a transparent glove. The other was Daly Simone, who wore blue eyeshadow and the same blush.
They had come just in time. The enemy's misfortune often meant that their side was sufficiently lucky!
The first thing Daly saw was the figure she would never forget. Her eyes burned with hatred.
She didn't attack blindly. After some observation, she came behind Ludwell and spread out her arms.
A bronze door with countless strange patterns immediately descended as it creaked open a crack.
This was the door that led to the Underworld, a door that was filled with allure to all undead creatures!
An indescribably terrifying suction force emitted as the figure above Ince Zangwill's head completely left him.
It was a translucent man dressed in blood-stained black armor. He was young and handsome with red hair. His face was covered in terrifying scars that revealed his bones, and there was a mark that resembled a flag at his glabella.
The young man wasn't too surprised that he had been pulled away from Ince Zangwill. Instead, he let out an exclamation.
Instead, he exclaimed, "My luck is terrible today. Both of you, we have already died together. Is there a need to do it again? Especially when it's being controlled by a weakling like this. "
On the left side of his cheek, a bloody wound protruded. He opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry.
He opened his mouth and said, "Alright, let's clear the surrounding trash first …"
Before he finished his sentence, the man in the blood-stained armor had already reached out his palm and pulled out an illusory sword with dark red rust stains.
A terrifying pressure suddenly appeared as the evil spirit easily escaped Ludwell's and Daly Simone's suction. It plummeted down in an attempt to return to Ince Zangwill's body.
At this moment, a deep and hoarse voice sounded. Admiral Hell Ludwell solemnly chanted in ancient Hermes, "That's right, Admiral Hell.
"Fate!"
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