As Klein's spiritual touch touched him, the light spot suddenly expanded into a picture in front of his eyes:

Danitz, wearing a shadow cloak, was praying with his head bowed at the edge of the square, reciting the honorific name of "The Fool" in ancient Hermetic language.

With this positioning, Klein expanded the scene outwards, looking for Ince Zangwill.

Everything he saw through the gray fog was obviously different from what he had just seen. In the center of the square, a huge church with a pitch-black background and inlaid bones had been erected at some point. There were flickering lights and shadows inside, but no sound could be heard.

Seizing this opportunity, Klein responded to Danitz's prayer:

"Get away from here and find a secluded place to hide."

While speaking slowly, Klein, who was wearing a triple crown and dark blue robes, raised his left hand, causing the blue-green gem on top of the bone scepter to glow.

The sharp and piercing sound immediately echoed back to the Resurrection Square in the real world. A sudden strong wind howled through the area, causing people who were either relaxing or passing by to leave in a hurry and head for shelter. Even Anderson, who had a stiff expression, returned to his nonchalant state. He covered his stomach with one hand and quickly rushed out of the danger zone.

In just a few seconds, the Resurrection Square became extremely deserted. Even though some passers-by were not walking fast and were not running, they still felt like they were flying under the push of the strong wind.

There was a brief silence in the empty area, and then a fire lit up from the window of the Church of the Dead, growing bigger and more dazzling.

Silently, the stained glass window shattered and cracked, and a bright white and blue light shot out like a meteor.

The flames then disintegrated, condensing into Ince Zangwill, who was wearing a black clergy robe with one deep blue eye and one blood vessel.

As soon as this "night watchman" appeared, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and he hummed at the classical feather pen in his hand:

“If you weren’t such an idiot and didn’t listen to my advice, you wouldn’t be in this situation now!

"I don't know what you are afraid of. Let me pray to the Lord as soon as possible, and secretly return to Redeem Rose, join forces with the Great Snake, make preparations, set traps, and today we will hunt Adam, not the other way around!"

The slightly dim and broken feather pen flew up immediately and wrote on the empty space of Ince Zangwill's clothes:

"Soran Einhorn Medici, angry and ashamed, put all the blame on the 'Pen of Alesukhod'. But in fact, it was he who stopped himself from praying to the 'True Creator'. Neither Soran nor Einhorn wanted to believe in that evil god.

"Today's experience has made this evil spirit's schizophrenia even more serious! This is very reasonable. This is the diagnosis made by the most professional and top psychiatrist!"

Ince Zangwill's brows twitched for a moment, and he instinctively raised his left hand and pressed his head.

His deep blue, almost black eyes quickly regained their spirit, and his face, which looked like a classical sculpture, became extremely serious.

At this moment, after breaking through the Church of Bones, what lies ahead of him is not a square, but layers of ancient stone steps leading to the top of a towering mountain, where a huge cross stands, surrounded by countless angels circling around it.

At this moment, an exaggerated silver-white lightning pierced through the deep sky and fell straight down, striking Ince Zangwill.

Cracks appeared in the entire closed and strange space, and the fountains and flowers in the square were reflected in the deep blue, almost black eye.

Ince Zangwill's figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only a transparent and blurry spirit at the spot. The latter was struck by lightning and annihilated in an instant.

This "night watchman" did not bother to think about what dangers were lurking outside. He seized the opportunity, turned into flames, penetrated the gap, and rushed out.

To him, no matter what was lurking ahead, it would not be more terrifying or more difficult to deal with than Adam, the son of the Creator and the King of Angels!

Seeing the firelight on the square, Klein freed himself from the constraints of the virtual world and transformed himself into Ince Zangwill with dark gold hair and pale hands. He raised his head slightly and subconsciously sat up straight.

Countless images flashed through his mind, including himself with his heart pierced, the pair of shiny leather boots he saw before his last death, Dunn Smith smiling and winking at him with his left eye, and the Blackthorn Security Company reduced to ruins.

The corners of Klein's mouth quickly stretched upward, revealing a funny smile.

He then spoke in a low voice in ancient Hermetic language:

"Disaster!"

The silver-grey talisman on his right palm suddenly ignited with a dark light.

This is a spell of disaster realm that Klein prayed directly to the "Goddess of Night" using the blood of "Mercury Serpent" Will Auceptin and precious metals.

This was the gift he prepared for Ince Zangwill.

This is the arrow of revenge.

This is God's curse!

Klein stood up suddenly, pulled his shoulders, swung his right arm, and mixed the dark light with a little power from the prying gray fog, and threw it into the scene expanded from the prayer screen, throwing it at Ince Zangwill.

…………

As soon as Ince Zangwill returned to the Resurrection Square, he saw a deep black light coming from nowhere, covering the entire sky and making the environment he was in extremely dark.

Such a change was fleeting, and everything around him returned to normal in an instant. Nothing seemed unusual, but as a "night watcher" who could bring a certain degree of misfortune to others, Ince Zangwill keenly "smelled" the breath of danger. Without hesitation, he stretched out his left palm, intending to use the combination of the evil spirit in his body and the "gatekeeper" ability to enter the spirit world and escape.

However, the bright red flowers around him, the pure white fountain pool, and the deep black floor tile patterns, none of them became rich in color, let alone superimposed on each other.

Ince Zangwill's "Spiritual Travel" ability has failed!

As his eyes froze, he understood the reason, because the evil spirit in his body quarreled with itself and did not lend its strength:

"Look, if you had listened to me earlier, nothing would have happened!"

"Bah, it would be better for me to die than to believe in the 'True Creator'!"

"What's the point of listening to you? Wasn't he made into a potion by Alistair Tudor just like us?"

"So you're not nervous at all? Didn't you notice that the curse just now had a distinct divine aura? The nature of that power is also very high. In our current state, there is definitely no way to avoid it. Haha, keep arguing, keep arguing, I'm waiting to die with you."

…

Ince Zangwill's forehead was throbbing with blood vessels when he heard this. He was furious that the evil spirit Soren Einhorn Medici actually fought among himself at the critical moment and had no awareness of being in danger at all.

As the former archbishop and a extraordinary person who had held the holy relics of the Church of Night, Ince Zangwill did not let his anger affect his judgment. He intuitively believed that the dark light just now was related to the power of disaster of the "Goddess of Night", and that Soren Einhorn Medici's sudden state of division was obviously affected by this aspect. Otherwise, based on the writing of the "Pen of Aleshuod", the evil spirit of the "Red Angel" would not have quarreled on the spot, regardless of the situation!

He immediately turned around and ran at high speed towards one of the exits of the Resurrection Square, trying to communicate with the remaining spirits, hoping to use their abilities to escape as quickly as possible. However, there was not a single spirit here!

At this time, a figure stood out from a hidden place at the edge of the empty square. He was a half-blood of Loen and Balam, with a fleshy face, loose clothes, and a thin rapier slung around his waist.

This is "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell!

This is a secret doll that normally wouldn't have any thoughts!

After throwing out the "God's Curse" spell, Klein returned to the real world according to the plan and used the two secret dolls!

While he had the "Winner" Enzo find a corner nearby, take out the prepared items, and set up a prayer ceremony, he also manipulated the "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell to walk out of his hiding spot and face Ince Zangwill.

The "Admiral of Hell", whose original appearance could no longer be recognized, raised his right hand, allowing his arm, forearm, and fingers to quickly become virtual, expand and extend, and grab towards the target.

This is the ability he gained with the help of the underworld creatures in his body to extract other people's spirits from a distance!

Ludwell's palm quickly turned pale, and above Ince Zangwill's head, a figure floated up uncontrollably.

However, Ince Zangwill was once a "gatekeeper" as well, and immediately a mysterious and illusory bronze gate took shape in his eyes, pulling the spirit that was about to emerge back.

With his level and strength, this should have been easy to succeed, but for some reason, he made several mistakes in a row and was almost defeated by the "Admiral of Hell", and the situation was short-lived and could only be a stalemate.

At this time, two figures quickly appeared next to Ludwell. One was Leonard Mitchell, who had black hair, green eyes, and transparent gloves. The other was Daly Simone, who wore blue eyeshadow and the same blush.

They came at such a perfect time; the enemy's misfortune often means that their side is lucky enough!

The first thing Daly saw was the figure she would never forget, and flames of hatred suddenly rose in her eyes.

She did not act blindly, but observed for a moment, came behind Ludwell, and opened her arms.

A bronze door with countless strange patterns descended immediately and creaked, opening a crack.

This is the gate to the underworld, a gate full of temptation to all undead creatures!

An indescribable terrifying suction force came out, and the figure above Ince Zangwill's head completely left him.

It was a translucent man wearing blood-stained black armor. He was young and handsome with red hair. There were horrible marks of rot on his face, and a flag-like mark between his eyebrows.

The young man was not too surprised that he was pulled away from Ince Zangwill. Instead, he said "Yo".

"You two have bad luck today. We have already died together. Is it necessary to do it again? Especially when we are controlled by such a weakling like a chicken."

A bloody gash appeared on the left side of his cheek, and he opened and closed it as he spoke:

"Okay, let's clear the garbage around first..."

Before he could finish his words, the man in the blood-stained black armor stretched out his hand and pulled out an illusory long sword with dark red rust from his body.

A terrible pressure suddenly arose, and the evil spirit easily got rid of Ludwell and Daly Simone's extraction, and fell down suddenly, trying to return to Ince Zangwill's body.

At this moment, a low and hoarse voice like that of sandpaper sounded, and "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell solemnly read in ancient Hermes:

"destiny!"

ps: I will beg for monthly tickets in the last half day. I will update in advance in the early morning~