The moment the " Fate Siphon " charm left Leonard Mitchell's hand, it vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace Ince Zangwill stood to darken, illuminating not even the expanding silver Storm.
At that moment, Leonard felt a tingling sensation on his skin, as if lightning was flashing across it, causing a needle-like pain that threatened to completely carbonize his body at any moment.
But then, he wasn't struck by unbearable pain; it was as if nothing had happened.
No, something happened. A bolt of lightning with its claws outstretched struck him, shattering the ground and scorching the soil.
While Leonard Mitchell was using the " Fate Siphon " spell, Klein deliberately deflected his Lightning Strike away from Ince Zangwill!
"Ah!"
A piercing scream followed, and the dense darkness surrounding Ince Zangwill failed to counteract the Storm of interwoven silver lightning, which swept his body into it.
He inherited Leonard Mitchell's Fate of being swallowed up by the " Lightning Storm "!
Boom!
A deep rumble of thunder suddenly exploded, and the forest of lightning quickly dissipated. But before the previous Lightning Storm had completely ended, streaks of silvery lightning fell from the sky again, stirring up a new wave of thunder.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Roar of the God of Thunder continued unabated, and the previously subsided lightning frequency returned to normal, even more seamlessly, so much so that despite the layers of darkness surging out from where Ince Zangwill stood, the silvery-white light could not be completely extinguished.
After several Storm, the blinding light finally dimmed, and tiny electric snakes weakly darted about in all directions.
Ince Zangwill still stood there, not fallen.
However, his head, with its jet-black eyes, Red Light, and mysterious symbols, was cracked open with fissure after fissure, and blackened flesh and grayish-white liquid were slowly oozing out.
His four "legs" on his ribs and waist were also completely charred and curled up, as if they would fall off with the slightest touch.
Not only were the white feathers nowhere to be seen, but even the blood vessels wrapped around the surface were carbonized and scattered all over the ground, perfectly matching the body's shape.
Even so, Ince Zangwill. Beings that have attained divinity possess a vitality that is unimaginable to normal people!
The blood-red light in his eyes grew even more intense, and the aura of violence and madness could no longer be diminished. His heart was filled with regret and an urge to vent his emotions.
He regretted that in the initial stages he only cared about running away instead of killing the enemies present. If he had used his abilities without restraint and unleashed the terror of Demigod without reservation, he could have definitely killed Daly Simone and Leonard Mitchell amidst the Lightning Strike, instead of being so humiliated by two Mid-Sequence Beyonder.
"Damn it, damn it!" Ince Zangwill roared, dropping the dim quill pen that read "0-08," and with his remaining four "legs" pushing off, he lunged at Leonard Mitchell.
Just as Leonard was about to make a move, he suddenly felt a chill, as if he were being entangled by thin strands of hair from the darkness and his dreams, rendering him unable to move.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning struck Ince Zangwill, but he only swayed slightly, losing several more pieces of charred flesh. He did not stop his attack, and even revealed a cruel smile.
After this attack, he was absolutely certain that the person hiding behind the scenes and controlling the lightning had reached their limit and could no longer use their Demigod- level abilities!
Leonard, entangled by countless invisible strands of hair, found his thoughts quickly calming, as if he no longer wanted to resist, and thus drifted off to sleep in the Evernight.
Unable to move, he bit his lip, briefly regaining some of his senses, causing the ethereal chanting to rise again from the transparent book before him:
"I came, I saw, I Record!"
A howling wind suddenly echoed as a terrifying Tornado hurtled towards Ince Zangwill was just about to be hit.
It tore apart the illusory things that were individual strands of black hair, and Leonard thereby gained the freedom to move.
Ugh!
Ince Zangwill was thrown into the air and slammed heavily to the ground, his body riddled with deep cuts from which pale blood flowed.
Despite losing another front "leg," he still didn't die. He "stood up" again, his gaze fixed on the Evernight Poet opposite him who hadn't opened his eyes.
Almost without warning, Leonard slipped and fell to the ground. He tried to get up but couldn't maintain his balance. Even his attempt to create a gust of wind to lift himself up failed miserably.
"Damn it! I should have killed you when you were unconscious in Tingen City!" Ince Zangwill cursed through gritted teeth. "That woman is dying, and so are you!"
He cursed as he limped toward Leonard's location, seemingly incapable of high-speed movement, his expression contorted in a grimace.
Your captain is so annoying, and so are your teammates, and so are you all!
"After I kill you, I'll leave here and go back to Tingen to dig up all their graves!"
Amidst the curses, darkness imbued with the aura of death surged from Ince Zangwill's body, enveloping Leonard Mitchell, who was not far away.
Leonard felt the Misfortune befalling him, but he was powerless to do anything about it, and he didn't even dare to open his eyes.
Bang!
With a gunshot, the pale gold bullet pierced the darkness imbued with the heavy scent of death, bringing with it a burst of intense sunlight that neutralized the eeriness of the place.
Thud! Tarot cards flew over and landed in different places on the ground.
One of the cards, located in front of Leonard, immediately erupted with a stream of crimson flames.
Amidst the flames, a figure emerged wearing a top silk hat, a black suit, and carrying a long-barreled revolver. He had black hair, brown eyes, deep features, and a strong scholarly air; it was Klein Moretti.
Unable to wield the " Sea God Scepter," he decisively returned to the real world, bringing with him the " Death Knell " to toll!
"You, it really is you! You're still alive! Let's die together!" Ince Zangwill's speed returned instantly, and he circled around Klein, trying to forcibly Dream Divination.
He was just faking it!
But Klein was completely unaffected, showing no signs of falling into a deep sleep. He raised his right hand and, as if sensing something, pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Ince Zangwill was thrown to the ground by the powerful impact, and the gashes on his head grew wider.
"That shot was for Ms. Daly," Klein said in a deep voice, snapping his fingers and using the rising flames to Blink to Ince Zangwill's other side.
Ince Zangwill's eyes bulged as he moved at high speed, spreading Misfortune in an attempt to affect his opponent, but to no avail.
"That shot was Leonard's."
All the tarot cards were ignited simultaneously, like bursting fireworks. Klein Blink behind Ince Zangwill, pulled back the hammer, and, purely on instinct, pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A pale spray of blood appeared on Ince Zangwill's left leg, which was severed in the middle.
His run came to an abrupt halt, and he nearly lost his balance.
Klein used the burning tarot cards to make continuous Flame Jump, preventing himself from being affected by the individual black "hair strands".
"That shot was Megose."
"That shot was fired by the inside guard."
"This shot was fired by the sabotaged Blackthorn Security Company."
"This shot is for all the ' Nighthawks '."
"This shot was my own."
With a series of bangs, Klein repeatedly pulled the trigger, firing silver Demon Hunting Bullets that severed Ince Zangwill's other leg, split his forehead, and caused his screams to grow fainter until he finally collapsed to the ground.
Finally, Klein Blink in front of Ince Zangwill and pressed the Death Knell revolver against his face.
At that moment, mysterious and strange patterns appeared on Ince Zangwill's head, which was about to split open, creating a strong impact.
He still has the ability to resist!
He was waiting for the other party to approach so that he could turn the tide using his Mythical Creature Form!
But Klein's brown eyes just stared at him, without reflecting anything.
He pushed the " Death Knell " revolver forward with even more force and then pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Ince Zangwill's head exploded completely, like a smashed watermelon, shards and juice splattering everywhere.
The Death Knell tolled for him.
Klein raised his left hand, rubbed his eyes shut, and pushed the real eyes hidden beneath back into place.
His brown eyes were misty, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up as he spoke in a low voice to the already dead Ince Zangwill:
"That shot was from the captain."
He didn't give him a chance to say his last words; he didn't want to know what hardships Ince Zangwill had to endure.
He then took the remaining tarot card from his pocket and threw it onto Ince Zangwill's body.
This is a reversed " The Star " card.
At that moment, a figure appeared not far away, bending down to pick up the now-dimmed quill pen.
The figure, dressed in a simple white robe, with a pale gold beard covering the lower half of his face and a silver cross pendant hanging on his chest, looked like the most ordinary priest. Yet, he was none other than the Angel King, Adam!
Adam looked at Klein and smiled warmly:
"It's a pity we couldn't keep that snake."
He glanced at the quill pen in his hand, then at the tarot card, and added with a smile:
"Every gift of Fate comes with a price already marked in secret, doesn't it?" (Note 1)
Having said that, he turned and disappeared step by step into the ruined square, leaving behind a chant-like sentence:
"With the ' Spectator ' as witness, Klein Moretti completed a magnificent drama, orchestrating a miraculous murder, in which he digested the Potion and had surplus power to attempt a promotion as the drama drew to a close."
Klein didn't experience the digestion and corresponding feedback of the " Marionettist " Potion. With a Flame Jump, he arrived in front of Daly Simone.
The woman was nearly out of control; she mumbled:
"I don't want to become Monster..."
"Okay..." Klein looked at her sadly, quickly thinking of ways to save someone who had lost control.
He considered having her chant the name of " The Fool " to pull her spirit above the Gray Fog, but given her already mutated body, this seemed unlikely to work unless Daly chose to remain there. The " Flower of Blood " ring also couldn't solve the problem.
Daly managed a weak smile, battling the white down and black scales sprouting from her body, and said:
So it was you...
"Didn't you ask me before why I didn't take the initiative, why I didn't confess to Dunn and push him into bed?"
She took a breath and smiled bitterly:
"I've been too indulgent in the past. He... he's a conservative person. And I... I have low self-esteem."
She's almost out of control; she's about to turn into Monster.
At that moment, she heard Klein Moretti respond:
"The captain actually likes you a lot, but you're too outstanding and too young, and he feels inferior about it."
Daly smiled, and then, through her blurry vision, she saw the man in the black trench coat, with a high hairline and deep gray eyes. She saw him place his hand on his chest, bend over, and extend his palm, inviting her to dance.
She reached out her hand, and her thoughts became stagnant.
The gray-eyed man in the black trench coat pulled up Daly, whose strange behavior was gradually fading, and under Leonard's gaze, they danced a lighthearted dance in the dilapidated square where the fountain was churning.
One by one, materials flew out, including golden grapevines and rather ugly rubber masks. Guided by Spirituality, they gradually blended together and were poured into a small metal bottle.
During the beautiful dance, Daly leaned forward gently and nestled into Dunn's arms.
Klein grasped the Potion bottle, brought it to his lips, and poured it down.
Note 1: A famous quote by Austrian Author Zweig.
P. S.: I wrote too many words, so it's a bit late. I'll update first and revise later. Please vote with monthly tickets!