Chapter 760 Climax
"boom--"
A bolt of lightning, thicker than Ince Zangwill's body, struck him accurately, but he dodged it at the last moment with his spiritual intuition. However, his four arms and limbs, with their joints bent downward, inevitably caused his body to turn around like an eight-legged monster, and he missed the opportunity to leave the Resurrection Square.
His new limbs covered with white feathers flapped helplessly on the ground, his teeth protruded from his lips, and the flesh on his face squirmed. He no longer looked human, but the anger in his eyes, which were stained with a dark red light, remained.
Who was it? Who had been attacking him with thunderbolts, yet dared not show up in person?
With his eyes wandering and his rationality gradually fading, Ince Zangwill locked onto another figure. It was Daly Simone, who closed her eyes, not daring to look at his incomplete mythical creature form, while groping for a hiding place.
roar--
His strange body, a combination of the mythical forms of a demon wolf and a feathered serpent, leaped up and pounced forward, ready to bite to death the insect that was preventing him from escaping.
At the same time, he continued to spread the power of "sleep" to the surroundings, trying to pull Daly and Leonard into the dream, and trying to attack the hidden person who was nowhere to be found.
But another bolt of lightning fell exactly in the direction he was moving, seemingly not intending to hit him directly, but just to hinder his movement and drag him in place.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Daly followed her memory and accurately entered a building while losing her vision, avoiding the body that would explode at the first sight.
Above her head, above the building, an illusory bronze gate suddenly formed. The door slowly opened inward, and skinless, blood-stained arms and heads emitting pale flames crowded around the crack of the door, trying to get out.
Sensing this, Ince Zangwill had no choice but to focus on wrestling control of the evil spirits of the underworld from the female "gatekeeper" and trying to close this ominous door. He was not afraid of these low-level evil spirits, but he knew in his heart that if he was dragged here, he would be greeted by an endless team of "Nighthawks".
But this time, there was no "0-08" using various coincidences and stories to help him escape.
Thinking of this, Ins' mind inevitably resurfaced with the resentment towards the "Red Angel" evil spirit for escaping at the last minute. His mind was shocked, and he actually failed in the brief confrontation for the "Gate of the Underworld".
In just a few minutes, he lost twice in his confrontation with this "Gatekeeper". This was because he jumped to "Night Watch" at Sequence 4, retaining only the Beyonder characteristics of the "Death God" path of Sequence 5. More importantly, he was affected by the "Doomsday" curse before the battle began, resulting in frequent various low-probability events.
It was also caused by the hidden person who did not show up... There seemed to be a fire burning in Ins's brain, and he was almost overwhelmed by anger.
"nightmare!"
Incoherent words emerged from the depths of his throat, which was almost blocked by sharp teeth covered with various faces, and circles of waves that could make people fall asleep in peace instantly spread throughout the square.
But at the same time, on the rooftop of a two-story building not far from him, the same wave spread in the opposite direction, like a wave with the same frequency and staggered crests, neutralizing Ince Zangwill's power, making his attempt to pull all nearby creatures into the dream world in vain.
Is this another "Night Watch"?
The former archbishop, who was also a member of the "Night Watch", was stunned and immediately felt that the opponent's strength was not enough to be called a "demigod", but with the help of certain items, when Ins needed to be distracted to fight for the "Gate of the Underworld" and needed to constantly avoid falling lightning, it was enough to compete with this part of his ability.
Is this also the work of "bad luck"? Or is this some kind of premeditated "battlefield" set up just for me?
The chest and abdomen between Ince Zangwill's eight wolf legs swelled, and the blood-red light in his dark red eyes exploded and spread, transforming into two bloodthirsty, crazy balls of light.
His sanity was completely worn away by the erosion of the incomplete mythical creature's form.
roar----
Amidst a heart-stopping roar, Leonard Mitchell appeared in a building on the other side of the square.
Even if he closed his eyes and didn't look at the mythical creature in the center of the square with its skin covered with mysterious symbols, the sounds entering his ears caused new buds to appear on his skin, tufts of short black hair to grow on the back of his hands, and the spirituality in his body to surge.
Taking a deep breath, he took out the "Luck Stealer" talisman that he had not used before. The "Creeping Hunger" became transparent, and invisible pages appeared in front of him, stopping at the one of "Lightning Storm".
But how to lock down Ince Zangwill became the biggest problem.
Just a quick look? No, the divine shock would instantly deprive me of the ability to activate spells and unleash thunder. Locate by sound? He was constantly shifting, dodging the lightning. The flickering light and shadows were proof of that… Leonard hesitated, suddenly sensing a breath of deathly force overhead, somewhat similar to the force emanating from the deformed monster.
Above the Resurrection Square where thunder kept streaking across, the crimson moonlight became brighter, and a short figure appeared among the overlapping blocks of color.
He was wearing a gray robe with a hood covering the upper half of his face. He had a sharp chin, no beard around his lips, and his skin was the tan color of people from the southern continent.
Ince Zangwill's frantic eyes looked upwards, and a trace of clarity returned.
That was "Pale Hand" Palenque Tasib, the demigod of the "Spirit Cult" who became his temporary teammate under the arrangement of "0-08"!
But the strange thing was that the look he met was not that of a determined teammate, but a slightly dazed look, like someone who had just woken up from a dream.
Oh no, it's "0-08". The various "stories" arranged by the exhausted quill pen are about to become ineffective... Thoughts that made him feel desperate emerged in Ins's mind, and a low roar came from the depths of his throat.
Palenque calmed down amid the howl of the eight-legged demon wolf with white feathers below. His anger towards the Nighthawks overwhelmed his confusion about why he had been summoned here by Ince Zangwill. He wanted to land directly on the square and use "Spiritual Shuttle" to take away Ince, who was about to lose control, but he was deterred by the constant appearance of terrifying lightning. After a moment, he lowered his head and closed his eyes, began to communicate with the nearby spiritual creatures, and prepared to find some help before making any plans.
Soon, "Pale Hand" Palenque raised his head excitedly. He sensed that a powerful spirit in the distance responded to his call and was approaching quickly.
Of course, the cautious "Undead" still opened the personal underworld within his body and released several stored spirits as a warning to prevent powerful wild spirit creatures from getting out of control and attacking him instead.
In an instant, the darkness above the square, which had already blocked out the starlight, became even deeper. Powerful unknown creatures descended here and poked their heads out from the spiritual world.
She poked out four heads.
The spirits hiding in front of Palenque were like seeing their natural enemies, and without any hesitation they went back into his personal underworld. Some who did not have time to return even went directly into the spirit world, disregarding the constraints of the contract and fled the scene.
Those four pairs of crimson eyes locked onto Pale Hand, turning his face beneath his hood as pale as his nickname, before returning to the spirit world and departing as quickly as they had come.
She wandered around the area, leaving behind a trace of her presence, so that none of the other wild spiritual creatures who were eager to try would dare to approach the square or respond to the call of any extraordinary person.
Palenque, floating alone in the air, had a dazed look on his face. For a moment he didn't know what had just happened. He only felt that a powerful alien creature had run over his face, taking away all his fighting spirit.
He didn't want to worry about Ince Zangwill down there anymore. It looked like that unfortunate fellow couldn't escape from here anyway...
boom--
Another bolt of lightning struck accurately in front of the eight-legged Ins, forcing him to change direction and give up his attempt to approach the two-story building and catch the "spiritual witch" hiding there.
But this lightning bolt with a long interval gave Ince Zangwill a glimmer of hope amidst despair.
He had discovered that the farther away from the exit of the square where the "General of Hell" was previously, the slower the frequency of the lightning strikes, the lower the power, and the varying the accuracy.
That timid enemy is using Ludwell as a "beacon" and releasing thunderbolts near him!
After clarifying this, a smile appeared on Insna's deformed face, and the little spiritual power in his body suddenly spread out, tearing the gate to the underworld in the air, and at the same time rushing towards the "spiritual witch" who was constantly fighting against his nightmare ability.
At this moment, no matter how unlucky he was, his power as a Sequence 4 far exceeded that of two Sequence 5s!
Under the shattered bronze gate, Daly's face turned pale as she staggered and fell down, her remaining consciousness keeping her eyes tightly closed. On the rooftop of a two-story building not far away, a middle-aged man with his eyes closed also hunched over, his hand pressed to his forehead. It seemed as if countless tentacles and poisonous snakes were wriggling under his windbreaker, and his chest was bulging, as if his heart had jumped out of his chest and was beating continuously.
roar--
Ince Zangwill once again roared with countless mystical messages, nearly causing him to lose control, and woke up from the beautiful dream he had almost fallen into.
Is that a newly promoted senior deacon? In charge of a holy relic?
With countless questions in his mind, he gave up the fight in the dream and relied on his eight feathered wolf legs to run to the other side of the square. That was another exit away from the "General of Hell" and the constantly falling lightning.
During this period, two thick silver-white lightning bolts fell in his direction of advance, but Ins was not afraid. He faced the thunder head-on and broke out of the encirclement of lightning at the cost of his two legs becoming charred and curled up.
Boom, boom...
Listening to the receding thunder and feeling the dimming flashes outside his eyelids, Leonard Mitchell's teeth gradually clenched. He tried several times to open his eyes and lock his eyes desperately with Ince Zangwill, but he resisted the urge, knowing that it would be a waste of time.
"Old man, old man?"
He suddenly shouted.
Currently, only Pales Zoroast, who is parasitic on him, can provide some help, helping him to lock down the escaping enemy and put an end to his fate with the "Luck Stealer".
Unfortunately, the angel who had just separated the "Time Worm" and created the "Luck Stealer" was still deeply asleep and did not respond at all.
“Old man!
"Old man..."
Leonard's voice gradually deepened, as if he had returned to that day in Tingen City, the day when he helplessly shouted "No".
No, I have other options besides Him... If I encounter difficulties and need help, I can chant His name...
A dangerous thought emerged in his mind, but Leonard immediately caught it and spoke without hesitation:
"A fool who does not belong to this era..."
…
Above the gray fog, Klein held the "Poseidon's Scepter" and continuously condensed lightning, casting it towards the crimson stars in front of him, guiding them to land next to Ince Zangwill, who had transformed into an eight-legged demon wolf covered in white feathers.
But as the opponent continued to move away from the "Admiral of Hell" and approached the darkness at the edge of his vision, it became increasingly difficult for him to aim, and his spiritual consumption continued to increase.
If this continued, he would have no choice but to descend directly into the real world as a "tyrant" and pursue his target. However, this would undoubtedly give Ince Zangwill, once a "Death God" path, a chance to strike back. Furthermore, the other "Undead," Palenque Tasib... no, he seemed to have already escaped, leaving Reinette in debt and gold coins...
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and his expression gradually became serious.
At this moment, a dim star in the depths of the gray fog suddenly lit up, and from within it came rippling waves and prayers filled with anger and determination.
Leonard!
Klein enveloped the star with his spiritual power without hesitation. His vision instantly expanded, encompassing Ince Zangwill, who was about to flee the square. His figure was incredibly clear.
"Lightning Storm!"
Amidst the Fool's roar, silver-white lightning, thicker and more powerful than before, pierced through the gray fog and struck the Resurrection Square.
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Boom——
In the flash that illuminated the night sky, an armored soldier was thrown into the air by a violent explosion, spinning and landing in an alley not far away. The sound of table tennis colliding followed.
There were only five Reapers left standing, their armor showing signs of burning and melting, revealing their empty interiors. However, their hands holding their weapons were still steady, and their steps towards the Red Priest evil spirit were still firm.
"attack!"
Following Angel's roar, the five men threw out their weapons with black flames again, each locking onto a "weak point" on the evil spirit. The weapons, trailing flames, kept changing directions in the air, always moving towards the floating evil spirit, but at the last moment before hitting it, they were exploded by the suddenly expanding blue-purple flames.
In the flames, the red robe of Soren Einhorn Medici was still fluttering in the wind, but the black mist around him had almost disappeared. The jewel-inlaid crown on his head was cut off in half, and the golden mask was nowhere to be found, revealing a face with wounds covering both cheeks and a mark on the forehead.
Swish——
A stream of pitch-black flames gushed out from below, and at the same time, the breath of death enveloped the evil spirit's entire body, making him unable to move for a moment even though he could have easily avoided it.
But after this strengthened attack, there was no joy on the face of "Witch" Angel. In her sight, the "Red Priest" and the "Red Angel" evil spirit were actually split into two. The former floated in place and quickly collapsed into a "Card of Blasphemy", avoiding the flame flow, while the "Red Angel" who turned back into an evil spirit wearing blood-stained armor floated upwards and also avoided the cursed flames that could burn and curse spiritual creatures.
After that, the "Red Angel" picked up the "Red Priest" card and stuffed it into his chest again, turning back into the priest figure wearing a robe, a crown on his head, and a more condensed figure.
A hint of mocking smile appeared on his face, as if asking:
"That's it?"
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