Chapter 761 Avengers
Being stared at with such contempt, even with the outer shell of a "witch" between them, Angel felt a surge of blood.
As expected of the strongest "Hunter", even if he had lost most of his characteristics, he could still provoke with just a glance... She swayed, dodged a flaming spear that was tracking her, and distanced herself again.
Below, the flames covering the buildings burned more and more fiercely. If this was not an empty warehouse area at night, it would have caused many casualties.
But even so, the thunder and monster-like roars that kept falling in the distance made Angel anxious. There was no doubt that Ince Zangwill had entered the incomplete form of a mythical creature and was risking losing control to fight for his last chance of survival.
The biggest question is whether Klein and Leonard, who arrived, can deal with Ince who is on the verge of losing control.
This "Red Angel" demon must be dealt with as soon as possible... Although he's only a Sequence 5 "Reaper", his status is no easier to deal with than that of the "Iron Knight" Syrio Soran...
Various thoughts kept flashing through Angel's mind, but for a moment she didn't know how to solve the problem before her. She did think about ignoring the evil spirit in front of her and going directly to Klein's side, but this would risk taking the "Red Angel" and the "0-08" in his hand back there, and voluntarily giving up the "Iron Knight" characteristic...
This was simply offering their only chance of survival. Once the "Red Angel" returned to the High Sequence, the first thing they would do would probably be to continue seizing the "Reaper Legion" formed by the "War Bishop" trait...
Thinking of this, Angel actively emitted the cold air of a "witch". Streams of white mist rushed downwards, extinguishing the flames and turning the molten gravel into crystal clear glass. At the same time, the rising mist made the entire sky hazy, hiding her figure.
"Foolish and childish behavior..."
The deep scar on the left side of the evil spirit's face, which was so deep that the bone could be seen, opened like a lip and uttered a few words.
"Shut up, she's difficult to deal with. Why don't we leave first and make plans later."
The scar on the other side also spoke.
The evil spirit's normal mouth on his young and handsome face was tightly pursed. He didn't reply, but just raised the feather pen that had been held in his hand, and the color was getting darker, and waved it in the air.
Fine flames appeared out of thin air, forming words:
"Medici decided to stop the pointless fighting and leave. However, due to some unknown reason, the nearby spirit world experienced some disturbances. This caused the 'Spirit World Shuttle' to have an even more unpredictable path, and the 'Mirror Passage' was blocked in its place."
The flame characters disappeared, and the gloss on the surface of the feather pen completely dimmed. There seemed to be some subtle changes in the surroundings. Only the evil spirit, a creature from the spiritual world, could sense it and a smile appeared on his face.
Looking at the gradually rising steam below, he did not delay any longer. He turned around and stepped into the spiritual world, ready to leave the city.
But as the blocks of color around him continued to overlap, what appeared in front of the "Red Angel" was not the "slightly turbulent" spiritual world, but a huge castle that almost covered his entire field of vision. This castle, which was completely black and had towering pointed roofs, floated in the air like a floating city, with circles of ripples rippling around it, causing a storm in the spiritual world that was not strong but obvious.
On the top of the castle stood a translucent woman wearing a complicated black long dress, with a neatly cut neck and two heads in each hand. These heads kept looking around like vigilant guards, driving away any spiritual creatures that dared to approach here.
As the "Red Angel" entered the spiritual world, the four heads turned towards him on their own, and four pairs of scarlet eyes stared at him closely.
Excuse me...
Without the slightest hesitation, the evil spirit exited the spirit world and returned to its original place.
At this moment, he began to wonder if he was also affected by the "doomsday" spell, causing unfavorable situations to occur one after another.
Could it be that paranoid who did it? He shouldn't be able to decide the outcome with the big snake so quickly... The evil spirit subconsciously looked at the ground around him and found that the flames had been extinguished by the witch's icy breath, and the water vapor gradually dissipated.
But the next second, he dodged the slender arm that suddenly appeared behind him and the iron-black talisman between its fingers.
boom--
The red and black flames collided with each other, and the black and red figures touched and separated, each stopping in the air.
Angel's face showed undisguised disappointment. His hand was already filled with spirituality, but the talisman that had not touched the other party was emitting an aura of destruction. He only needed to recite the activation spell to turn the evil spirit of the "Red Angel" in front of him into dust.
But the "Red Angel" who was suddenly attacked by her did not fight back, but stared at the talisman in her hand, as if it was something more important than the battle itself.
The real lips that had not responded when the two scars on the left and right opened their mouths just now opened, and said with a tone of disbelief:
"This is... 'City of Disaster'. Have you been to Binxi?"
What... Angel just had a question in his mind, and he instantly understood what the other party meant.
Because her "disaster" spell was made by engraving the mysterious runes found in Bansy Harbor and adding her own blood.
The descendants of the Medici lived in Binsi, now known as Bansi, where a curse that tore people apart appeared and could extract the power of "disaster." Could it be that the evil "Red Angel" spirit before him had also seen the power of "disaster"...
And if he calls it a city called "City of Disaster", then perhaps it means that the city I saw after my "death" is the source of power?
Angel instantly connected several clues and came to a possible conclusion.
But she didn't have time to think about it. The most urgent thing was to deal with the evil spirit in front of her, rather than to find the source of power.
Moreover, the lightning that had been flashing in the distance had ceased to appear. Silence reigned in the direction of Resurrection Square, and even Ince Zangwill's howl hadn't been heard for a while.
"It seems you're anxious to find your boyfriend, and there's no reason for us to fight to the death," the red-robed Red Angel suddenly said. "How about this? I'll leave now, and you can retain some of your strength to help him. Of course, I won't attempt to seize the Iron Knight's trait, and I'll keep the Red Priest card. How about that?"
It sounds like an ordinary truce agreement, which can save me the most precious time... Angel's heart moved, but his expression remained unchanged, and he nodded slightly.
Seeing this, the evil spirit chuckled and reached directly into his chest, as if preparing to take out the "Card of Blasphemy" and turn back into an ordinary evil spirit that is harmless to humans and animals.
But the next moment, he pulled out his arm suddenly, and a ball of purple flame condensed at his fingertips, like a bright line that penetrated everything and lit up the night sky between the two of them.
With a soft "puff" sound, the "witch's" body was pierced by the purple flames and instantly disappeared in the flames. A palm-sized playing card, a white feather, a crimson Beyonder, and the talisman she was holding in her hand lost their support and fell to the ground like flowers scattered by a fairy.
The evil spirit of "Red Angel" grinned upwards, squeezing the scars on both sides so much that they shrank a little. He floated downwards, grabbing the "Iron Knight" attribute with one hand and reaching for the "Disaster" spell with the other, ignoring the important "Witch" card.
Pulled by some force, the crimson extraordinary characteristic automatically fell into his right hand holding the quill, but the next second, the evil spirit who had succeeded in the sneak attack changed his expression and abruptly threw away the demigod characteristic that he urgently needed.
The object fell in a parabola in the air and turned into a small dressing mirror before it touched the ground.
The same was true for other objects, but some were lenses made of frost, and some were irregular mirror fragments. Apart from the reflected lights of various colors, there was no "trophy" at all in the air.
At the same time, a clear voice came to the Red Angel's ears, quickly reading in ancient Hermetic language:
"captivity!"
The majestic power of "order" surged out from below, and the air around the evil spirit became sticky, as if it were solid, forming an invisible prison that trapped it tightly. He played the "Red Priest" card without hesitation, and his body turned into a translucent armored evil spirit again, but he still could not leave the small area around him.
Looking at the evil spirit in the mirror trying to float away, trying to enter the spirit world, and even trying to contain the Card of Blasphemy again, Angel chuckled, picked up the "Disaster" talisman, and pressed it towards the figure.
Mirror fragments flew in the air, and on the countless mirrors on the ground that had been burned by the liquid flames of the evil spirits and cooled into glass in the cold, a "Red Angel" appeared at the same time, wearing blood-stained armor and with red hair fluttering in the wind, reflecting his appearance from different angles.
The scars on his face barely had time to open, and before he could utter a word, he picked up the "Red Priest" card with his left hand and shielded it in front of his chest, and was then enveloped by the destructive force coming from all directions.
The power of the "City of Disaster" crushed the spirit of the "Red Angel", crushing him along with the power of "Imprisonment" as he transformed into a red robe and crown again, turning him into specks of deep red light that exploded like fireworks, embellishing the starless night sky with brilliant colors.
A charred card and a dull feather pen fell onto the street where the flames had long since gone out, and were picked up by a white-robed figure who had been standing there for some time.
His light blond beard covered the lower half of his face, his short hair of the same color was neatly trimmed, and a silver cross hung on his chest. His eyes were clear, his expression was warm, and his movements were slow and focused, as if he were performing some kind of ritual.
Looking at Angel walking out of the hidden building, he threw out the "Red Priest" card with one hand, stuffed the quill into his robe with the other hand, and said with a smile:
"After realizing that 'Disaster' only worked on a single target, Soren Einhorn Medici used the spirit of the card of Blasphemy to block the fatal blow, entering the spirit world and fleeing the city. In his haste, he left behind the cards 'Alesukhod's Pen' and 'Red Priest'. This makes sense."
"So, this is the purpose of your 'arrangement' of everything, to exhaust the power of '0-08' and obtain this seal?"
Angel took a deep breath and asked back.
She only hoped that the "angel of fantasy" in front of her would answer "yes", then turn around and leave without saying any "unnecessary" words.
"Yes, the process was a bit tortuous, but the ending is pretty good, isn't it?" Adam looked towards the Resurrection Square, his tone a little vague, and his figure gradually faded. "Go to him, that's your real 'battlefield'."
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Bang!
"This shot is from Leonard."
Bang!
"This shot was from Ms. Daly."
Klein's eyes were lifeless, and he held the "Death Knell" in his hand, constantly changing his position by leaping with flames. Bullets shone with golden light were fired one after another, aiming at Ince Zangwill, whose eight wolf claws were almost turned into charcoal by the lightning strike, and whose head was also deeply cracked. The wounds burning with holy flames were left on his body, bringing his final counterattack and struggle to an abrupt end.
"Bullshit, they're all alive!"
The former archbishop, who looked like a legendary demon wolf but was covered with feathers representing the "feathered serpent", fell to the ground like a deformed monster, and only obscene words continued to flow out of his mouth.
Klein obviously didn't expect the other party to dare to talk back. He tilted his head, cracked the hammer and fired another shot, directly hitting Ins's lips full of sharp teeth, which looked like a wolf's mouth, sending the teeth with terrifying faces floating on them flying everywhere.
"This shot belongs to Old Neil."
"This shot belongs to the captain."
Bang, bang! Amidst continuous shooting, Klein kept approaching Ince Zangwill, whose incomplete mythical creature form was almost collapsed. He stared at him intently, but was not affected at all by the mysterious and strange patterns and symbols exposed.
This filled Ins's painful and panicked eyes with a hint of confusion.
Revealing his mythical creature form and causing the Avenger in front of him, who had not yet been promoted to a high-sequence, to lose control was originally his last resort.
Bang!
"This shot is from Angel."
Another shot hit Ince's head. The huge impact almost broke his neck, but a crazy laugh came from the depths of his throat:
"Haha, Angel Granger, right?" As Angel's full name was read out, Klein hesitated a bit with the "Death Knell" in his hand. "Don't you know yet? She is Cole Granger, the one responsible for countless murders!"
"Bang!"
"This shot is to shut you up."
After firing the last bullet from the magazine, Klein looked at Ince Zangwill, whose head exploded like a watermelon, and added softly.
Then he pulled a tarot card from his pocket and threw it on Ince Zangwill's body. It was a reversed "Star" card, which represented "things going against one's wishes."
"Everything went smoothly tonight."
He muttered, looking towards a corner of the square.
There stood the blond priest who had appeared out of nowhere and hadn't made a sound, like a dutiful "audience".
and the pale Angel Granger.
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