Having accommodated the Tyrant Card and holding the Scepter of the Sea God, Klein now wore a triple crown and papal robes. The corners of his mouth curled upward as he looked at Ince Zangwill in the square, revealing a comical smile.
Countless scenes flashed through his mind: Dunn Smith winking his left eye at him with a smile, himself with his heart pierced through, the Blackthorn Security Company reduced to ruins, and the pair of gleaming leather boots he had seen before his last death—boots that were still on Ince Zangwill's feet.
Do you like my gift? Klein silently muttered.
He had just used a Talisman Spell he had made by praying to the Evernight Goddess, using the blood of Will Auceptin, the Snake of Mercury, and precious metals: a Calamity Talisman Spell.
The power transformed from that talisman had already taken effect on Ince Zangwill. This was the arrow of vengeance Klein had fired at that man. This was a divine curse!
At the same time, it was the first act of this "performance."
In the square, Ince Zangwill's Spirit World Traversal failed. As his gaze flickered, he suddenly heard the Evil Spirit inside him begin arguing with itself.
"See? If you'd listened to me earlier, none of this would have happened!"
"Bah! I'd rather die than make me believe in the True Creator!"
"What use was listening to you? Weren't you made into potion ingredients by Alista Tudor just like us?"
"So you aren't nervous at all? Didn't you notice that curse just now had an obvious divine aura? The essence of that power is also extremely high-level. In our current state, we definitely can't avoid it. Haha, argue on, keep arguing. I'll wait to die with you."
"Shut up! There's a Marauder Demigod nearby. Can't you