Chapter 758: Playing the Music
Amidst the flashes of silver and gold light, Ince Zangwill's eyes, bulging with blood vessels, twitched, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and a hoarse, frantic voice uttered from the depths of his throat:
"It seems you still have a bit of intelligence left, enough to think of summoning that giant snake to stop Adam. But if you had surrendered earlier, let me pray to the Lord and prepare. The situation should be the other way around now, with us hunting Adam instead of being the prey!"
As he spoke, a hint of doubt flashed across Ince Zangwill's other deep blue, almost black eye, as if he had just now understood what he was facing. But other than this one eye that was observing the outside world, he couldn't control any part of his body. Even the quill in his hand jumped up on its own and wrote on his black robe:
"Soren Einhorn Medici, enraged, began to shift the blame onto the 'Pen of Alesuhod,' but unfortunately, it was he himself, the majority of the three evil spirits, who prevented him from praying to the true Creator!
"But even so, Adam's plan wasn't perfect. During the battle with Ouroboros, who had descended upon this place, the power of the two Angel Kings accidentally struck a corner of the Church of Bones, creating a crack in it. This was enough to allow the unfortunate Ince Zangwill to escape!"
As the final exclamation point was written, the wings occupying half of the church's interior and the golden giant in the other half simultaneously launched a long-accumulated attack. The golden light inside seemed to surge with lightning and shot towards Ouroboros. Then, it was captured by the invisible river beside him and returned along the same route, but it narrowly missed the giant Adam and crashed into a black pillar of the church.
The Angel King's full-strength attack blew away countless corpses, and the stained glass next to it shattered in the vibration, tearing a tiny gap in the space separating the spiritual world and the astral world.
At that moment, Ince Zangwill, who had been mocking him just now, shut his mouth. His deformed eyeball, with its exposed blood vessels, suddenly burst into flames. The deep blue, almost purple, high-temperature flames immediately enveloped his entire body. Along with the feather pen that had automatically returned to his hand, it transformed into a reverse-flying meteor, rising from the ground and piercing out of the church through the shattered glass window.
boom--
The meteor fell to the ground and disintegrated. The former archbishop, his body intact, walked out slowly. One of his eyes was still bulging with blood vessels, and the "Pen of Alesukhod" in his hand had become slightly dim, and the feathers were curled up.
Writing the two angel kings into its own story is also a very exhausting act for it.
However, outside the Church of Bones was not the square, fountain and pedestrians he had imagined, but a towering mountain surrounded by stone steps, with a huge cross standing on the top, and countless angels circling around it, just like the huge cross that had just fallen from the Church of Bones.
Ince Zangwill raised his two different eyes at the same time, looking towards the top of the mountain, revealing different emotions in his eyes.
The next second, a silver-white lightning streaked across the black sky, like a divine punishment, striking straight towards his head.
This attack of unknown origin broke the mysterious space outside the church, allowing Ins to seize the opportunity and transform into a flaming meteor again, drilling out of the gap created by the lightning and landing in the center of the real Resurrection Square.
The fountains here are still flowing, but the wide square is empty. The huge church seems to be in another world, and there is no trace of the battle between the two angel kings inside.
Without giving it time to think, Ince Zangwill, who had regained partial control of his body, was about to borrow the power of the evil spirit within him and activate the "Spiritual World Shuttle" to leave this troubled place. However, the crimson moon above his head suddenly dimmed and even disappeared completely. He was completely enveloped by a deep darkness, and his vision went blank for a moment.
This strange change was fleeting, like an illusion, but as a "night watchman" who could bring misfortune to others, he instinctively smelled the breath of danger, noticed the subtle changes in himself, and activated the "spiritual world shuttle" without hesitation.
...failed.
After standing there for a second or two, Ince Zangwill finally understood what was happening: the evil spirit in his body was no longer under his control. Soren, Einhorn, and Medici were actually arguing among themselves, which caused the evil spirit's power to be extremely dispersed. They attacked each other and were unable to provide him with any support.
"...If you had listened to me earlier, would you have ended up like this?"
"If your god helped, would you still be packaged and made into potions by Alistair Tudor?"
"Don't forget, you have your share of that potion too!"
"Go ahead and keep arguing! This guy has been cursed with the aura of a god. His next fate is inevitable. Haha, I'm waiting to die with you."
The curse of "doom"... Listening to the trinity of evil spirits conferring in his head, Ince Zangwill came to a sudden realization. He knew he couldn't rely on this fellow, who was clearly affected by the bad luck and had already developed a schizophrenia. He had no choice but to mobilize his body, which had regained control, and rushed towards the exit of Resurrection Square. At the same time, he tried to communicate with the surrounding nature spirits, preparing to use their burrowing and flying abilities to escape.
However, the various spirits that were once seen everywhere in the southern continent were now nowhere to be seen. In the entire square, as well as inside and outside the surrounding buildings, there were no spirits with which to communicate or contract.
Influenced by the church just now?
Ins's sculpture-like face turned serious, but he had made all kinds of arrangements and planned to hunt for the "Eye of the Goddess", so he must have many backup plans. Without hesitation, he took out a white feather stained with a little oil, rubbed it with his spiritual power to create a flame and burned it.
This was left to him by the "Pale Hand" Palenque Tasib, the demigod of the artificial Death Sect of the Spirit Cult. In a few minutes, this "undead" who also possesses the ability to travel through the spirit world will come here and take him away.
But as he burned the feather to send a signal, the "0-08" in his other hand, the "Pen of Alesukhod", suddenly broke free from his control and wrote directly on the cloth on his sleeve:
"Ince Zangwill attempted to seek help from Palenque Tasib, which was a reasonable choice given the current situation where he couldn't leave quickly. However, the person behind the expulsion of the surrounding spirits arrived at the scene even faster. It was the deceased 'Admiral of Hell' Ludwell!"
The eye that was not blind caught a glimpse of the intricate words on his sleeve, and an uncontrollable thought flashed through Ince Zangwill's mind:
What?
Before he could think about it, a figure with a rapier on his waist and a mask on his chest walked out from behind the building at the exit of Resurrection Square.
That was indeed "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell!
This "gatekeeper" did not draw his sword or take out a talisman. Instead, he stretched out his right hand, palm forward, and drove the underworld creature in his body, activating the ability to directly extract the spirits of others.
The pale arm shrank, expanded, and stretched out, reaching out to Ince Zangwill, who was ten meters away. Above the latter's head, an illusory figure gradually separated from his body and floated upwards.
The various quarrels that originally only appeared in Ins's ears now resounded throughout the square.
"...Stop it, these two guys are fighting for our ownership!"
"Haha, I don't mind! But you guys, how does it feel to be pursued by two men at the same time?"
"Bullshit, do you think I don't know that you used to be..."
Listening to the demonic spirits' still confused arguments, veins popped out of Ince Zangwill's forehead, but he could only mobilize the underworld within his body. A bronze gate appeared in his eyes, pulling at the demonic spirit he had previously tried so hard to get rid of but now regarded as a precious possession.
Without the help of the status and power of the evil spirit "Red Angel", he would not be able to escape the attack of the mysterious figure who had just brought him misfortune by relying solely on the feather pen in his hand, which had little power left.
However, this action, which should have been easy to succeed given his level and strength, somehow resulted in repeated failures, causing the evil spirit to be completely pulled out of his body and floated between him and the "Admiral of Hell", creating a brief tug-of-war.
Something was wrong… Ince Zangwill suddenly became alert and looked at his cuffs.
The dull, mostly worn-out quill had written two more sentences:
"During his battle with Ludwell for Soren Einhorn Medici, Ince Zangwill unexpectedly made repeated mistakes, temporarily tying the demigod against the Sequence 5 Gatekeeper. This gave the Red Angel spirit a brief opportunity to move freely. While 'bad luck' certainly played a role, the spirit's own will also played a role... Alas, the spirit has revealed its true intentions. It intends to abandon the unfortunate Ince and take the Pen of Alesuhod!"
ah?
Looking at the cuffs covered in fine text, Ince Zangwill, a veteran of countless battles and former Archbishop of the Church of Evernight, who had held important holy relics, inevitably fell into a brief blank in his mind.
The illusory figure between him and the "Admiral of Hell" suddenly revealed its true form. It was a young and handsome man with fiery red hair, wearing blood-stained black armor. There were many scars on his face that were as rotten as the bones, and there was a flag-like mark on his forehead.
The quarrel echoing in the square also stopped at the same time, leaving only a mocking laugh.
"Oh."
When Ince Zangwill and the "Hell Admiral" briefly lost their target and their small underworlds became unstable, the "Red Angel" evil spirit pulled out a palm-sized card from between his brows, rubbed it with his fingers, as if removing some kind of seal, and then stuffed it directly into his chest.
He immediately put on a crimson robe over his armor, his face was covered with a dark golden mask, and on his head he wore a crown inlaid with gems of many different colors.
This made the aura of iron and blood around him even stronger, causing even the demigod Ince Zangwill to tremble. His clenched left hand involuntarily loosened, and the quill that had written his future destiny flew out on its own and landed in the palm of the "Red Priest" Soren Einhorn Medici.
The next second, the evil spirit, which had gained the ability to act independently thanks to the "Card of Blasphemy" and the "Hunter" extraordinary characteristics in its body, entered the spirit world and disappeared without a trace.
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"This is not a good plan. You should know that Adam's goal is this Alesuhod pen..."
In the spiritual world with overlapping blocks of color, the wound on the left side of the face of the "Red Angel" who is quickly shuttling back and forth is like a mouth that keeps opening and closing, making a low sound.
"Wouldn't it be better to skip that useless cursed 'Night Watchman' and work directly with this pen?"
The wound on the other side of his face retorted.
"Then what's the purpose of the cooperation? Even if Adam and the giant snake fight to a draw, we won't be able to do anything to him for now. This pen has already consumed too much power and won't be of much use."
"Just like before, continue searching for Beyonder characteristics. As long as we obtain divinity, we can truly stabilize our state and won't need the help of this 'Blasphemy Card'..."
…
Amidst the quarrel, the evil spirit continued to travel through the spirit world until it reached the limit of maintaining a single journey, then it left the colorful spirit world and briefly returned to the real world.
But as soon as he fell into the night, he sensed something was wrong.
Not far away, silver-white lightning flashed across the sky and fell to the ground. Faint rumbling and roaring sounds reached the ears, and the surroundings were still the familiar streets of Kukwa City.
After traveling through the spiritual world for a long time, he actually returned to the city he had just escaped from!
As if sensing something, the "Red Angel" evil spirit slowly raised its head and looked above itself. Its sight passed over a pair of white bare feet, paused briefly on the elegant and mysterious black dress, and finally fell on the light golden hair and crown.
"The 'Witch' card?"
The evil spirit scoffed.
"interesting."
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