Black fog, undead spirits, pus... this ordinary street in Saint Millon instantly became a kingdom of the dead.
At the edge of the black fog, a new visitor quietly appeared.
He looked old and eerie, his skin pale, as though he had just crawled out of a grave. Filthy wings spread behind him, their white feathers stained with pale yellow grease.
"!"
Daly immediately recognized him. This old man was the Beyonder she had seen in the cemetery that day-a suspected member of the Numinous Episcopate and a Demigod of the Death pathway!
Although she didn't know why he had appeared here, he seemed to be after Ince Zangwill!
"Heh..."
Deep inside the tavern, Ince Zangwill immediately sensed his presence, and a faint smile appeared on his ugly face.
Whoosh!
He suddenly raised his left hand and reached toward the Warrior Demigod leading the team. A thick aura of death emanated from that hand.
This was a powerful ability belonging to a Ferryman, one that brought irreversible death to anything his left hand touched. Faced with such a terrifying attack, the Warrior Demigod had no choice but to dodge.
Ince Zangwill seized the opening and took a step back. His figure immediately became transparent and indistinct. He was actually using his connection to the Underworld to travel through the Spirit World and escape! Tap.
Seeing this, the Demigod of the Numinous Episcopate immediately stepped forward.
An invisible influence spread out instantly. The pustules on Ince Zangwill's face swelled, while something writhed incessantly beneath his clerical robes, as though masses of filthy, distorted tissue were growing there.
"Ugh!"
His body swayed involuntarily, but his expression remained unchanged. Reaching behind him, he drew a white Quill from somewhere and wrote a few words beneath his robes.
His condition immediately improved. The surroundings