The environment in the Resurrection Square, which was already covered with scorch marks and cracks, suddenly darkened, and became gloomy and cold as if it were real. Even the dazzling silver-white lightning could not dispel this feeling.
Daly Simone was acutely aware that some unknown creatures were traveling through the spirit world and approaching this area. She suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart. She seemed to have seen Ince Zangwill easily escape with the help of this unexpected change and disappeared.
Her body felt uncontrollably cold, as if she had returned to the time when she first became a Beyonder.
At that time, due to an accident, the 19-year-old girl lost her family, took a potion by mistake, became a "corpse collector", and was placed in the "Nighthawks" team.
The effects of the potion and the trauma of losing her family made her start to like coldness. She couldn't help but get close to corpses, and she always wandered around the cemetery and slept in front of the graves.
This made her look weird and she was instinctively rejected by others. Not only did her body temperature drop, but even her heart seemed to be slowly freezing and becoming cold.
She was afraid of this feeling and still hoped that she was a living person, so she instinctively took advantage of men's covetousness for her appearance and body and made one boyfriend after another, hoping to rely on the warmth of her body to fight the coldness of her soul.
In such a confusing and decadent life, she met that man, a man who always listened to her gently, a man who always stood by her and helped her calmly, a man who would feel embarrassed when faced with jokes involving gender relations, a man who tolerated all the shortcomings of his teammates with a sincere attitude, a man who was at a loss again and again when she teased him, a man who liked to hide his pain and sadness in his heart so that his hairline receded early, and a man who would definitely be the first to stand up and protect his teammates behind him when in danger.
She changed. She started to like wearing old-fashioned makeup and no longer got close to other men. She only made a few jokes to show that she had not changed significantly.
However, she still didn’t have time. She didn’t have time to witness the man’s skilled acting, digesting the potion, and being promoted to Sequence 6. She didn’t have time to see him actively extend his hand to her and invite her to dance an opening dance. She didn’t have time to participate in the last battle of his life, and she didn’t have time to tell him her inner feelings.
Last time, I missed it and didn’t have time to do anything. Today, I don’t want to do that again... Dai Li’s expression became sad, and the corners of her mouth curled up a little bit, gently and sweetly.
With her eyes tightly closed, she pulled out a small metal bottle from the secret pocket of her clothes, threw away the stopper, and gulped down the liquid inside.
Her blue eyeshadow and blush suddenly became brighter, and even her skin became a little more transparent. Her bunted hair suddenly fell apart, pushing away the hood and letting it fly around.
"Spirit wandering in the void, terrifying creature from the upper world, unpredictable visitor." Daly recited quickly in the short and powerful ancient Hermes language, "I, I sign a contract with you in my name, and pray that you leave here!"
Behind Ince Zangwill, the eight-legged white-feathered man, a figure was outlined. It was a bloody lump of flesh with countless eyes on it, inserted into arms of different races.
It was about to grab Ince Zangwill's body and drag him into the spirit world, but it suddenly stopped and cast one gaze after another towards where Daly Simone was.
The surface of Dai Li's skin was suddenly covered with dark snake-like scales, and white hairs began to grow in the gaps between the scales.
Her knees went weak and she knelt down in pain, but she always maintained a spiritual posture.
On Ince Zangwill's body, the feather pen began to write by itself:
"An unknown existence has landed at the Resurrection Square and is about to take Ince Zangwill away. No, it was attracted by Daly Simone. Its aesthetic taste actually leans towards humans. Alas, it has given up on Ince Zangwill and decided to follow Daly Simone's advice and leave here.
"It's really unexpected that Ince Zangwill, a demigod, actually lost to Daly Simone, who is only Sequence 5, in the matter of spiritual communication. Although this lady took the 'Flower of the Spirit' potion and paid a huge price, there is no chance that she can beat Ince Zangwill, who is barely using the 'Pen of Alesukhod'.
"Ince Zangwill is so unlucky. He encountered something with almost zero probability!"
Amid the lightning strike, a blood-red light flashed in Ince Zangwill's dark eyes, which were surrounded by mysterious symbols, and then subsided. His "hand" holding the feather pen wrote on his body again:
"Another unknown entity was attracted and came nearby, trying to enter the real world..."
At this point, the feather pen paused for a moment, and then continued writing:
“Here it comes, here it comes, it, it is Renette Tinicole! No, Renette Tinicole is driving away all the creatures in the surrounding spiritual world. She glanced at Ince Zangwill, then she withdrew her gaze, left here, and continued to wander around.
"Ince Zangwill is so unlucky, so unlucky!"
Ince Zangwill's fast-moving body suddenly paused, as if he had suffered a great blow.
Boom!
A thick silver-white lightning bolt fell and struck the eight-legged "monster" heavily, causing Ince Zangwill to fly forward and let out a scream that was not human.
In his dark eyes, the blood-red light spread out like an explosion, transforming into two bloodthirsty, cruel, and crazy balls of light.
"Ince Zangwill could no longer control his emotions and maintain a good state. He lost most of his sanity..." The more the slightly broken feather pen wrote, the dimmer it became, and it gradually stopped.
Amidst the creepy roar, endless darkness spread out, pulling Daley Simone and Leonard Mitchell into the dream at the same time.
But the thunder and lightning that came soon awakened the sleepers.
Ince Zangwill stepped back with his eight legs, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and ran towards Daly Simone, who was in a semi-out-of-control state, wanting to brutally tear apart this Nighthawk who had ruined his escape.
Boom! Boom!
Exaggerated bolts of lightning fell, stopping his actions.
Boom! Boom!
Eight strange "legs" covered with white feathers and many with burnt marks moved continuously. Ince Zangwill, who was half lying on the ground, walked around the square, avoiding lightning strikes and looking for an opportunity to kill Leonard and Daly.
Gradually, he, who still had some rationality, discovered a problem: the frequency of lightning was slowing down!
The person who caused the lightning strike and whose trace could not be found seemed to have reached his limit and his spiritual power was about to be exhausted!
Ince Zangwill's heart moved, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. While running at high speed, he said in a low voice in Ancient Feysac:
"You are all going to die!"
He seemed to have forgotten about escaping.
You are all going to die... Leonard Mitchell heard this, but he had no idea what to do because he didn't dare to open his eyes. He couldn't determine Ince Zangwill's location, and couldn't lock him with his spiritual power.
At this moment, he seemed to be back in Tingen City, back to the Blackthorn Security Company, back to the day of the fierce battle with Megose, and turned back into the weak self who could not stop anything.
At that time, he clearly wanted to help the captain and Klein, he clearly overcame his fear, and he clearly had the old man to provide assistance. However, because his sequence was too low and his strength was insufficient, he was quickly knocked unconscious and unable to participate in the subsequent battles. When he woke up, he could only see two corpses, and he could only resolve his inner self-blame by facing the pain of his relatives.
Leonard always missed the leisurely life in Tingen City, the feeling of being the protagonist of a drama without having to take any responsibility. However, the more he missed it, the more he hated himself and the more he regretted why he didn't work harder earlier.
The light and shadow flickered before his eyes. Leonard clenched his fists and shouted hurriedly:
“Old man!
“Old man!”
This time, there was no voice in his mind to respond, no one to assist him, and Pallez Zoroast was still sleeping.
Leonard's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his head could not help but move left and right following the flash of light. Then, his voice was slightly hoarse and his tone was obviously panicked as he shouted:
“Old man!
“Old man!
“Old man!!”
The voice gradually became lower and disappeared in the thunder. Leonard's head drooped little by little, and his face was once again filled with self-blame and pain.
His lips moved, his hands unclenched and unclenched, and his whole body froze for several seconds.
Suddenly, his expression became resolute, his face twisted and he opened his mouth, and said in a low voice in ancient Hermes:
“Fools who do not belong to this age;
“The mysterious master above the gray fog;
"The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck!"
As soon as he finished praying, a strange picture appeared in his mind:
Ince Zangwill, who seemed to have turned into a spider or a deformed feathered wolf, was running quickly, avoiding lightning strikes, and trying to attack himself or Daly Simone from time to time.
Unlike normal, Ince Zangwill's figure in this picture was quite blurry, almost replaced by a red light, which could only be used to confirm the position.
Leonard was stunned at first, then he started laughing, tears rolling down his cheeks.
He raised his left palm without hesitation, placed the glove against his forehead, and then tightly grasped the "Luck Thief" talisman with his right hand.
"destiny!"
Leonard recalled the difficult and mysterious words of ancient Hermetic language while condensing a transparent book in front of him. He turned to one of the pages in the ethereal chanting of "I came, I saw, I recorded" and locked onto the eight-legged monster with a lot of white feathers.
Silver-white lightning suddenly burst out, and Leonard Mitchell threw the spell with a ferocious expression and shouted:
"Go to hell! Ince Zangwill!"
He had waited for this sound for a very long time, and had rehearsed it in his mind countless times.
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