Chapter 776 Ending
The "Red Angel" Evil Spirit and the "Imaginary Angel" Adam, the two legendary angel kings, actually appeared in the same place at the same time. Mr. Fool seemed to want to get involved in this matter and even sent the two most powerful members of the Tarot Club to try to cooperate with Adam to obtain the "0" level seal?
After listening to Angel's reserved account of the battle that day, the other members of the Tarot Club, including Leonard who personally participated in the battle, fell into a long blank state.
Is the Tarot Club already able to participate in affairs at this level?
Not only that, Mr. World also became a demigod. It seems that killing the renegade archbishop is his main task, and it is consistent with the potion's promotion ceremony... "Hermit" Cattleya, who has collected all the materials and obtained a drop of blood from the mythical creature from "The World", has a flickering look in her eyes, and her need for promotion is becoming more and more urgent.
Alger, the "Hanged Man," kept recalling the details of the three's trip to the nameless island, and began to suspect that Adam, the "Angel of Imagination," had used that contact with several people, primarily the "Queen" and the "World," to eventually contact Mr. Fool and collaborate with him, each taking what they needed in the battle against "0-08."
Only an ancient god like Mr. Fool who is recovering can suppress Adam, the "King of Angels". By the way, the last time the clone of "Blasphemer" Amon also tried to pollute the "Sun", he was eventually eliminated by Mr. Fool. Is there also a confrontation between the descendants of this ancient sun god, or have they reconciled?
Thoughts popped up in his mind one after another. Thinking of what Mr. Fool had just said, "Times will change because of this," Alger felt an incomparable heat in his heart. He only hated the limited digestion of his Sequence 5 "Ocean Singer". Even if he forced the crew to listen to him sing, they wouldn't be able to endure for more than a few minutes. They would rather clean the toilet or sweep the deck than persevere a little longer.
I have to think of another way... he muttered.
As for Leonard, the "Star" who had arrived from the other side of the southern continent that day using "Creeping Hunger" and made some contributions to the battle, he also reorganized his memories through Angel's narration and gained a deeper understanding of the battle that seemed to be just a siege of Ince Zangwill, but actually involved a high-level combat confrontation.
It turned out that the massive fire not far away was caused by Angel's battle against the evil spirit of the "Red Angel," a fusion of the spirits of the ancestors of the still-active Fourth Epoch families of Soren and Einhorn, and the "Angel of War" Medici...
According to Ms. Daly, even if such an evil spirit didn't possess Beyonder traits, it could still possess considerable combat power through its own status and knowledge. Furthermore, Zangwill roamed around hunting Beyonders on the Hunter Path, presumably to collect traits and restore its strength. It was no wonder that Angel, the most powerful of the group, didn't confront Ince Zangwill head-on, but instead went to deal with it...
Not to mention, the evil spirit also took away the most crucial Sealed Artifact "0-08", which turned the front battlefield into the easiest battle. Ince Zangwill could only rely on his own strength as a Sequence 4 to fight against three Sequence 5 "Nighthawks" and the captain who provided support from the dark.
Even so, if it weren't for those precise and powerful lightning strikes, Ince Zangwill, who revealed his incomplete mythical creature form, would be a nightmare for any Beyonder who had not yet possessed divinity.
This also highlights the role of the "Luck Stealer" spell. We have to thank the old man for his help, and Mr. Fool for his positioning at the critical moment. His condition may not have recovered to its best yet, so he has to rely on the transaction with Adam and the believers and followers on the scene to provide certain help?
Feeling that his thoughts were beginning to blaspheme, Leonard quickly collected his thoughts and looked at the other members. He found that they were more or less immersed in the shock brought by this information, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart.
Obviously, they were surprised by the news that "World" Klein had become a demigod. This meant that no one else had reached that level yet. Hey, the only two demigods in the Tarot Club were my former teammates...
Thinking of this, he became anxious again about his backwardness.
Watching Mr. "Star," who kept looking around with a changing expression, Audrey mentally labeled this new member "suspected official Beyonder" and "not very familiar with the rules of occult gatherings," and added the note "should know the 'world' and the 'queen'."
There is no doubt about this. From the fact that he was looking for the two figures when he entered this space, and the fact that the two old members gave him some "help" one after another, it can be seen that the relationship between them should be pretty good.
In this way, perhaps we can use the current identities of the "Queen" and the "World" to infer the "Stars"... No, Audrey, you can't do this again. Wasn't the lesson from last time enough?
She quickly suppressed the thought of being let go and looked at the "Queen" Angel beside her with an apologetic look. The latter tilted her head again, responding to the inexplicable gaze.
After digesting this information, Mr. Fool reminded everyone not to pronounce the name "Adam" in the real world, and it would be best not to even think about it, which gave everyone a little shock.
In this atmosphere, the fact that "Moon" provided false information, causing the "Magician" to almost be trapped in the abandoned castle outside Backlund, seemed less noticeable.
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As the crimson light flashed, Leonard, who was bidding farewell to Mr. Fool along with everyone else, saw his vision blur and returned to the slightly shaking cabin.
Both times he entered that space, he was in the form of a spirit, and his body was protected by some inexplicable force, so he would not fall or get hurt due to his sitting posture... Leonard sighed and tried to call out "old man" twice in a very low voice, but found that the "old man" who was parasitic in his body still hadn't woken up.
Not sure whether it was regret or relief, Leonard let out a long sigh and stood up from the sofa.
His mind was still reminiscing about his experiences at the Tarot Club: the mysterious "Fool," the members methodically advancing the meeting's agenda, Angel calmly listening to his bounty of 450,000 pounds, Klein discussing mystical knowledge that perhaps even the archbishop and high-ranking deacons didn't know, and himself, a rookie who was even worse than an underage girl...
Just as his mood was getting worse, there was a rustling sound near the door.
Who was it? The nearby rooms should be filled with the Red Gloves and the other Nighthawks who had returned to the Northern Continent to rest... His expression changed slightly, and he quickly approached the door, listening carefully to the sounds outside.
"...After the great smog, I left Backlund again..."
"...I'm not sure. Perhaps only Ms. Arianna knows the full story..."
Is it the captain?
Leonard frowned as he listened to the conversation gradually fading away. He quickly confirmed that the other person was Ms. Daly. The two seemed to be chatting about the events that had happened in the past year, but soon the sound of the waves drowned them out as they moved away.
Why were they chatting at the door of my room? Was it a chance encounter, or was one of them coming to see me... He thought about it and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
If the door was unlocked, or if someone broke in urgently, they would see me sitting stiffly on the sofa, my spirit gone...
Leonard immediately decided that at 3 pm next Monday he must stay away from all his colleagues and stay in a safe place, waiting for the Tarot Club to begin.
No wonder Klein and Angel were always missing during this time after joining Tingen's Nighthawks. They were either on their day off, or were going out on the pretext of something, or hiding in the lounge or bathroom... Hmm, could I also try to use the bathroom as a safe place?
Such a strange thought suddenly popped up in his mind, and then he began to resent Angel and Klein, as well as Daly and Dunn.
Why do I feel like I'm the only one left behind... Is my fate going to be with the old man...
He muttered silently, put on his windbreaker, and decided to go to the ship's restaurant to find some dessert to fill his stomach.
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In a warehouse in the eastern district of Backlund.
A burly figure with a hunched back, covering the wound on his abdomen that was bleeding continuously, pushed aside the stacked boxes in a panic and ran wildly through the passage where all kinds of goods were constantly spilling.
He looked back from time to time, anxiously searching for the terrifying black flames that kept rising and disappearing. Fortunately, there was silence behind him and nothing was chasing him.
But this did not reduce the fear in his eyes in the slightest, it only accelerated his pace towards the warehouse exit.
Just when the warehouse door was within reach, the figure suddenly stopped.
Afterwards, black flames continued to spew out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and thick black smoke that was difficult to disperse also came out of his body. An unformed "huh" sound came from the depths of his throat, which quickly turned into the sizzling sound of flames burning flesh and igniting grease. He no longer had the strength to stand, but knelt not far from the gate.
In less than twenty seconds, the strong man who was nearly two meters tall turned into a corpse in the black flames with carbonized skin, black body and stiff limbs.
But what was strange was that his right hand remained intact in the terrifying black flames, and even the thick hairs on the back of his hand were clearly visible.
At this moment, this hand was pressed against the dark chest due to the contraction of the elbow joint in the high temperature, and it was overlapped with the equally burnt left hand. In coordination with his bent knees, he looked like a devout believer in prayer.
From the shadows behind him, a slender female figure slowly walked out, took off the hood on her head, revealing a beautiful face, long brown hair and light blue eyes that seemed even brighter in the darkness.
"Former Zmanger Party 'Executioner', current leader, Lawyer Path Sequence 8 'Barbarian' Leris, based on the numerous murders and robberies you have committed, hereby sentences you to death."
"Witch," Sherman murmured in a voice as gentle and charming as the sound of a cold winter wind, extinguishing the black flame that carried the curse on the blood-stained dagger.
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