With Klein's Spirituality touch, the point of light suddenly expanded into a picture before his eyes:
Danitz, draped in Cloak of Shadows, was bowing his head in prayer at the edge of the square, reciting the name of " The Fool " in Ancient Hermes.
Using this positioning, Klein expanded the scope of his search, looking for Ince Zangwill.
What he saw through the Gray Fog was distinctly different from what he had just seen. In the center of the square, a huge church with a black background and inlaid with corpses had been erected. Light and shadow flickered inside, but no movement could be heard coming from it.
Seizing the opportunity, Klein responded to Danitz's prayer:
"Get away from here and find a secluded place to hide."
As he spoke in a low voice, Klein, wearing a triple crown and a dark blue robe, raised his left hand, causing the cyan gem at the top of his bone scepter to shine.
The sharp, piercing sound immediately echoed through Resurrection Square in the real world. A sudden gust of wind swept through the area, causing people, whether they were relaxing or just passing by, to hurriedly leave and seek shelter. Even Anderson, who had been stiff-faced, regained his nonchalant demeanor, clutching his stomach as he quickly rushed out of the danger zone.
In just a few seconds, the Resurrection Square became extremely deserted. Even some passersby who were not fast and did not run experienced the feeling of flying under the force of the strong wind.
The empty area fell silent for a moment, then a small flame appeared in the window of the Corpse Cathedral, growing larger and more blinding.
Without a sound, the stained glass window shattered, and a blinding white-blue light shot out like a meteor.
The flames then disintegrated, coalescing into Ince Zangwill.
The moment this " Nightwatcher " appeared, his mouth involuntarily opened wide, and he let out a "ha!" at the antique quill pen in his hand:
"If you hadn't been such an idiot and ignored my advice, things wouldn't be like this now!"
"I have no idea what you're afraid of. Let me pray to the Lord, secretly return to the Rose Redemption, join forces with the Serpent, prepare, set traps. Today is our day to hunt Adam, not the other way around!"
The slightly dull and tattered quill pen immediately flew up and wrote in the empty space of Ince Zangwill's clothes:
" Sauron Einhorn Medici, enraged by shame, blamed the entire incident on the ' Alzuhod's Pen,' but in reality, it was Alshurst himself who prevented himself from praying to the ' True Creator.' Neither Sauron nor Einhorn wanted to believe in that evil god."
"Today's experience has exacerbated this Evil Spirit's schizophrenia! This is perfectly reasonable; it's a diagnosis made by the most professional and top-tier Psychiatrist!"
Ince Zangwill's brow twitched slightly, and he instinctively raised his left hand to rub his head.
His deep blue, almost black eyes quickly regained their luster, and his classically sculpted face became extremely serious.
At this moment, having broken through the Corpse Cathedral, he found himself not in a plaza, but in the path of ancient stone steps leading to the top of a majestic mountain, where a colossal cross stood, surrounded by countless Angel.
Just then, an exaggerated bolt of silvery-white lightning pierced through the deep sky and fell straight down, striking Ince Zangwill.
Cracks appeared in the enclosed and strange space, and the fountains and flowers in the square were reflected in that deep blue, almost black eye.
Ince Zangwill's figure vanished abruptly, leaving only a transparent, blurry spirit in its place, which was struck by lightning and instantly annihilated.
The " Nightwatcher " didn't have time to think about what dangers lurked outside; he seized the opportunity, transformed into a flame, pierced through the crack, and rushed out.
To him, whatever lay lurking ahead was nothing more terrifying or more difficult to deal with than Adam, the son of the Creator and Angel King!
Seeing the flames light up the square, and having broken free from the shackles of the illusory world, Ince Zangwill, Klein slightly raised his head and instinctively sat up straight.
Countless images flashed through his mind: himself with his heart pierced, the shiny leather boots he had seen before his last death, Dunn Smith, and the Blackthorn Security Company reduced to ruins.
Klein's lips curled into a quick, upward grin, revealing a comical smile.
He then spoke in a low voice in Ancient Hermes:
" Calamity!"
The silver-gray talisman on his right palm suddenly ignited with a dark light.
This is a Calamity Domain talisman created by Klein through direct prayer to the " Evernight Goddess," using the blood of " Mercury Snake " Will Auceptin and precious metals.
This was a gift he prepared for Ince Zangwill.
This is an arrow of vengeance.
This is God's curse!
Klein suddenly stood up, shoved his shoulder, and swung his right arm, combining the dark light with a little power from the prying Gray Fog, and threw it into the expanded scene of the prayer image, towards Ince Zangwill.
As soon as Ince Zangwill returned to Resurrection Square, he saw a deep black light appear out of nowhere, covering the entire sky and making the environment around him extremely dark.
Such a change was fleeting, and everything around him instantly returned to normal, appearing perfectly normal. However, as a " Nightwatcher " capable of inflicting a certain degree of Misfortune on others, Ince Zangwill. Without hesitation, he extended his left palm, intending to use the combination of the Evil Spirit within him and the " Gatekeeper's " abilities to enter the Spirit World and escape.
However, none of the bright red flowers, the Pure White fountain pool, or the deep black floor tile patterns around him became more vibrant in color, let alone overlapped with each other.
Ince Zangwill's " Spirit World Traversal " ability has failed!
His gaze froze, and he understood the reason: the Evil Spirit within him was arguing with itself, failing to lend its power.
"See? If you had listened to me earlier, none of this would have happened!"
"Pah! I'd rather die than believe in a ' True Creator '!"
"What's the point of listening to you? You ended up like us, turned into Potion by Alista Tudor."
"So you guys aren't nervous at all? Didn't you notice the obvious divine aura in that curse? The power was incredibly strong; in our current state, we definitely couldn't avoid it. Haha, keep arguing, keep arguing! I'm waiting to die with you all."
Ince Zangwill's forehead veins throbbed with rage, furious that the Evil Spirit Sauron Einhorn Medici had turned on him at this crucial moment, showing no awareness of the danger he was in.
As a former archbishop and Beyonder who had wielded the relics of the Church of Evernight, Ince Zangwill was not blinded by anger. He intuitively felt that the dark light he had just witnessed was related to the Calamity authority of the " Evernight Goddess," and that Sauron Einhorn Medici's sudden state of division was clearly influenced by this. Otherwise, the writing of the " Alzuhod's Pen " alone would not have caused the " Red Angel " Evil Spirit to argue with him on the spot, disregarding their predicament!
He immediately turned around and ran at high speed toward one of the exits of Resurrection Square, trying to communicate with the other spirits and use their abilities to escape as quickly as possible. However, there was not a single spirit there!
At this moment, a figure emerged from a hidden spot at the edge of the empty square. He was Loen and the Balam, with a fleshy face, loose clothing, and a thin rapier at his waist.
This is " Admiral of Hell " Ludwell!
This is Marionette who doesn't usually have any thoughts!
After casting the "Curse of God" spell, Klein returned to the real world as planned and began using the two Marionette!
While he had " Winner " Enzo find a nearby corner, take out the prepared items, and set up a ritual to pray for blessings, he Manipulation " Admiral of Hell " Ludwell to step out of the hiding place and confront Ince Zangwill.
The " Admiral of Hell," whose original appearance was no longer recognizable, raised his right hand, letting his arm, forearm, and fingers rapidly become ethereal, expand, and extend, reaching out to grab his target.
This is the ability he gained by using the Underworld creatures within his body to remotely extract the spirits of others!
Ludwell's palms turned pale rapidly, Ince Zangwill's head, a figure rose uncontrollably upwards.
However, Ince Zangwill, who had once been a " Gatekeeper," immediately saw a mysterious and illusory bronze gate take shape in his eyes, pulling back the spirit that was about to emerge.
Given his level and strength, this should have been an easy success, but for some reason, he made several mistakes in a row and almost fell into the hands of " Admiral of Hell," resulting in a brief stalemate.
At that moment, two figures swiftly appeared beside Ludwell: Leonard Mitchell, Daly Simone, with blue eyeshadow and matching blush.
Their arrival was so timely; the enemy's Calamity often means that one's own side is lucky enough!
The first thing Daly saw was that unforgettable figure, and a flame of hatred instantly ignited in her eyes.
She didn't act rashly. After observing for a moment, she came behind Ludwell and opened her arms.
A bronze gate adorned with countless strange patterns immediately appeared, creaking open a crack.
This is the gate to the Underworld, a gate that holds irresistible allure for all undead creatures!
An indescribable, terrifying suction force emanated, and the figure above Ince Zangwill's head was completely removed from him.
It was a semi-transparent man wearing blood-stained black armor, young and handsome, with red hair, and his face covered with horrible marks that revealed the bone to the rotten side, with a banner-like mark between his eyebrows.
The young man wasn't too surprised that Ince Zangwill; instead, he exclaimed "Oh!"
"Bad luck today, you two. We've already died together, is it really necessary to go through this again? Especially being controlled by such weaklings."
A bloody gash was visible on the left side of his cheek as he spoke, his mouth opening and closing:
"Okay, let's clear away the trash around here first..."
Before he could finish speaking, the man in the blood-stained black armor reached out and drew a phantom longsword with dark red rust from his body.
A terrifying pressure suddenly arose, and the Evil Spirit easily broke free from Ludwell and Daly Simone's grasp, plummeting downwards in an attempt to return to Ince Zangwill's body.
Just then, a low, hoarse voice, as if it were filled with grit, rang out, " Admiral of Hell Ludwell " solemnly proclaiming in Ancient Hermes:
" Fate!"
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