The Resurrection Square, already covered with scorch marks and cracks, suddenly darkened, becoming eerily gloomy and cold, a feeling that even the blinding flashes of silver lightning could not dispel.
Daly Simone keenly sensed that an unknown creature was traversing the Spirit World and approaching this area. A bad premonition immediately welled up in her heart, as if she could already see Ince Zangwill easily escaping using this unexpected change, disappearing without a trace.
A sudden chill ran through her body, as if she had returned to the time when she had just become Beyonder.
At that time, due to an unexpected event, she lost her family at the age of 19, accidentally ingested Potion, became a " Corpse Collector," and was placed in the " Nighthawks " squad.
The effects of the Potion and the trauma of losing her family made her fond of the cold and gloomy, unable to resist approaching corpses, always wandering around the cemetery, and sleeping in front of the graves.
This made her seem strange, and she was instinctively rejected by others, causing not only her body temperature to drop, but also her heart to seem to slowly freeze and become cold.
She was afraid of this feeling and still wanted to be a living, breathing person. So she instinctively took advantage of men's covetousness of her appearance and body, dating one boyfriend after another, trying to rely on the warmth of her body to fight against the coldness of her soul.
In this confused and Depravity life, she met that man, a man who always listened to her gently, a man who always stayed by her side, calmly offering help, a man who would feel embarrassed when faced with jokes involving relationships, a man who sincerely tolerated all the shortcomings of his teammates, a man who was helpless time and time again when she teased him, a man who liked to hide his pain and sadness in his heart so much that his hairline receded early, and a man who would always be the first to stand up and shield his teammates when danger came.
She changed. She started wearing old-fashioned makeup, stopped getting close to other men, and only made a few jokes to deliberately show that she hadn't changed much.
However, she still didn't have time. She didn't have time to witness the man skillfully Acting Method, digest the Potion, and advance to Sequence 6. She didn't have time to see him extend his hand to her and invite her to dance an opening dance. She didn't have time to participate in the final battle of his life. She didn't have time to tell him her innermost feelings.
Last time, I missed it, and I didn't have time to do anything. Today, I don't want to do that again... Daly's expression turned sad, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up, gentle and sweet.
With her eyes tightly closed, she suddenly pulled a small metal bottle from a hidden pocket in her clothes, threw away the stopper, and gulped down the liquid inside.
Her blue eyeshadow and blush suddenly became vibrant, and even her skin appeared more translucent. Her hair, which had been styled in a bun, instantly came undone, and the hood was pushed open, scattering in all directions.
"A spirit roaming the void, a fearsome creature from the Upper World, an unpredictable visitor," Daly chanted rapidly in short, powerful Ancient Hermes, "I, in my own name, enter into a pact with you, begging you to leave this place!"
Behind Ince Zangwill, a silhouette emerged—a blood-red mass of flesh covered in countless eyes, pierced by arms of various races.
It was about to grab Ince Zangwill's body and drag him into the Spirit World when it suddenly stopped, casting its gaze repeatedly toward where Daly Simone was.
On Daly's skin, jet-black snake scales suddenly became prominent, and white downy hairs began to grow from the gaps between the scales.
Her knees buckled, and she knelt down in pain, yet she maintained her Spirit Channeling posture throughout.
On Ince Zangwill's body, the quill pen began to write on its own:
An unknown entity descended upon Resurrection Square, about to take Ince Zangwill away—no, it was attracted to Daly Simone; its aesthetic sense had unexpectedly shifted towards humans. Alas, it abandoned Ince Zangwill and decided to heed Daly Simone's advice and leave.
"It's truly unexpected that in the matter of Spirit Channeling, Ince Zangwill, Demigod, actually lost to Daly Simone, who is only Sequence 5. Although this lady took the ' Spirit Flower ' potion and paid a great price, there was still no chance of her winning against Ince Zangwill was barely using the ' Alzuhod's Pen '."
" Ince Zangwill is incredibly unlucky; he's encountered something with almost zero probability!"
Amidst the Lightning Strike, a crimson light flickered within Ince Zangwill's dark eyes, surrounded by mysterious symbols, before fading away. His "hand," still holding the quill pen, once again wrote on his body:
"Another unknown entity has been drawn to the vicinity and is attempting to enter the real world..."
At this point, the quill pen paused abruptly, then continued writing on its own:
"Here it comes, here it comes, it is Reinette Tinekerr! No, Reinette Tinekerr is driving away all the creatures of the surrounding Spirit World. She glanced at Ince Zangwill. She continued to wander around the area."
" Ince Zangwill is so unlucky, so incredibly unlucky!"
Ince Zangwill's rapidly moving body suddenly stopped, as if he had been greatly shocked.
Boom!
A thick, silvery-white bolt of lightning struck down, hitting the eight-legged " Monster " hard, sending Ince Zangwill flying forward with a scream that was not human.
In his dark eyes, a crimson glow exploded and spread out, transforming into two bloodthirsty, cruel, and insane orbs of light.
" Ince Zangwill could no longer control his emotions or maintain his composure; he lost most of his reason..." The slightly tattered quill pen grew dimmer with each stroke, and eventually stopped.
A chilling scream sent shivers down one's spine, and endless darkness spread, pulling Daly Simone and Leonard Mitchell into a dream.
But the ensuing thunder and lightning roused the slumbering creatures.
With a final stomp of his eight legs, Ince Zangwill left a trail of afterimages as he raced towards the semi-out-of-control Daly Simone, intending to brutally tear the Nighthawks had thwarted his escape.
Boom! Boom!
Exaggerated bolts of lightning struck, halting his movement.
Boom! Boom!
Eight bizarre "legs" covered in white feathers and marked with charred black spots moved continuously Ince Zangwill, half-crouched on the ground, circled the square, dodging Lightning Strike and searching for an opportunity to kill Leonard and Daly.
Gradually, he, who still possessed a certain degree of rationality, noticed a problem: the frequency of lightning was slowing down!
The person who caused the Lightning Strike and whose whereabouts remain unknown seems to be nearing their limit, their Spirituality about to be completely exhausted!
Ince Zangwill's heart skipped a beat, a cruel smile spreading across his face. As he ran at high speed, he spoke in a low Ancient Feysac:
You will all die!
He seemed to have forgotten that he was trying to escape.
"You will all die..." Leonard Mitchell heard these words, but he was helpless because he dared not open his eyes, could not pinpoint Ince Zangwill's location, and could not use his Spirituality to lock onto the other party.
At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to Tingen City, to Blackthorn Security Company, to the day of his fierce battle with Megose, and returned to the weak and powerless version of himself who could not stop anything.
At that time, he clearly wanted to help the captain and Klein, clearly overcame his fear, and clearly had the Old Man to provide assistance, but because his Sequence was too low and his strength was insufficient, he was quickly knocked unconscious and unable to participate in the subsequent battle. He could only see two corpses when he woke up, and could only relieve his inner guilt by facing the pain of his relatives.
Leonard longed for the leisurely life in Tingen City, the feeling of being the protagonist of a drama without having to take responsibility. But the more he longed for it, the more he hated that version of himself and regretted not having worked harder sooner.
Before his eyes were tightly closed, light and shadow flickered. Leonard clenched his fists tightly and shouted urgently:
" Old Man!"
" Old Man!"
This time, no voice echoed in his mind, and no one offered any assistance; Pallez Zoroast remained asleep.
Leonard's breathing became heavy, his head involuntarily shifting from side to side following the Blink of light, and then, his voice slightly hoarse and his tone clearly flustered, he shouted:
" Old Man!"
" Old Man!"
" Old Man!!"
The sound gradually faded and disappeared into the thunder. Leonard's head slumped down, his face once again filled with self-blame and pain.
His lips moved slightly, his hands loosened and clenched again, and he remained frozen for several seconds.
Suddenly, his expression hardened, his face Distortion, and he opened his mouth, reciting in a low Ancient Hermes:
" The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era ";
" The Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog "
" The King of Yellow and Black, who commands good fortune!"
As soon as the prayer ended, a strange image appeared in his mind:
Ince Zangwill, was running rapidly, dodging Lightning Strike, and occasionally attempting to attack himself or Daly Simone.
Unlike normal images, Ince Zangwill's figure is quite blurry in this picture, almost replaced by a Red Light, and can only be used to identify his location.
Leonard was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face.
Without hesitation, he raised his left palm, pressed the glove against his forehead, and then gripped the " Fate Siphon " charm tightly with his right hand.
" Fate!"
Amidst the echoes of the difficult and mysterious Ancient Hermes, Leonard conjured a transparent book in front of him, turning to a page amidst the ethereal chant of "I came, I saw, I Record," while simultaneously locking onto the eight-legged Monster with numerous white feathers.
A burst of silvery lightning erupted, and Leonard Mitchell, his face contorted with rage, threw out the talisman, shouting:
"Die Ince Zangwill!"
He had waited a very long time for this sound, rehearsing it countless times in his mind.
P. S.: I'll update first and then revise later. There will be another chapter tonight. Please vote with your monthly tickets!