As soon as the "Luck Stealer" spell left Leonard Mitchell's hand, it disappeared into the air. No one knew where it went, causing the place where he and Ince Zangwill were to become dim at the same time. Even the expanding silver-white storm could not illuminate it.
At this moment, Leonard only felt his body surface going numb, as if lightning was jumping on it, causing a needle-like slight pain that could completely carbonize his body at any time.
But then, he was not attacked by unbearable pain, as if nothing had happened.
No, something happened. A bolt of lightning with bared fangs struck fiercely in front of him, shattering the ground and scorching the soil.
When Leonard Mitchell used the "Luck Stealer" spell, Klein took the initiative to deflect his lightning strike away from Ince Zangwill!
"ah!"
A shrill scream followed. The dense darkness around Ince Zangwill failed to offset the storm of silver-white lightning, allowing his body to be swept into it.
He inherited Leonard Mitchell's fate of being engulfed by the "lightning storm"!
Boom!
A low thunder exploded suddenly, and the forest of thunder quickly dissipated. However, the previous lightning storm had not yet ended completely, and silver-white lightning fell from the sky one after another, setting off new huge waves.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The thunder god roared one after another, and the lightning frequency that had just been reduced returned to normal, and there was no gap. Even if there were layers of darkness surging out from where Ince Zangwill was, it could not extinguish all the silver-white.
After several storms, the dazzling light finally dimmed, and the tiny electric snakes weakly rushed around.
Ince Zangwill still stood there, without falling down.
However, his head with pitch-black eyes, blood-red light balls, and mysterious symbols had already cracked open one after another, with charred flesh and blood in the cracks, and gray-white liquid was leaking out bit by bit.
The four "legs" on his ribs and waist were also completely charred and curled up, as if they would fall off with the slightest touch.
Not only were the white feathers nowhere to be seen, but even the blood vessels wrapped around the surface were carbonized and shattered, scattered all over the ground, at the same height as the body.
But even so, Ince Zangwill did not die. A creature that had gained divinity possessed a vitality that normal people could not imagine!
The blood-red light in his eyes became increasingly intense, and the aura of brutality and madness could no longer be weakened. His heart was filled with regret and the urge to vent.
He hated himself for only focusing on escaping in the beginning instead of killing the enemies on the scene. At that time, if he had used his abilities without scruples and displayed the terror of a demigod without reservation, he would definitely have been able to kill Daley Simone and Leonard Mitchell in the lightning strike, and would not have been made so embarrassed by the two mid-sequence extraordinary people.
"Damn it, damn it!" Ince Zangwill roared, threw away the dull feather pen "0-08", stretched out his remaining four "legs", and pounced on Leonard Mitchell.
Just as Leonard was about to move, he suddenly felt a slight chill on his body, as if he was entangled by strands of long, thin hair from the darkness and from his dreams, and he could no longer move.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning struck Ince Zangwill, but he only shook a bit, and a few pieces of charred flesh fell off. He did not stop attacking, and even revealed a cruel smile.
After this attack, he was extremely certain that the person hiding behind the scenes and driving the lightning had reached his limit and could no longer use his demigod-level abilities!
Leonard, who was entangled by invisible hair, had a rapid and calm mind, as if he didn't want to resist anymore and fell asleep in the dark night.
Unable to move, he bit his teeth lightly, regaining some consciousness for a short time, and the transparent book in front of him once again rang with the ethereal chanting sound:
"I came, I saw, I recorded!"
The howling sound of the wind suddenly echoed back, and a terrifying tornado rushed towards Ince Zangwill who happened to be there.
It tore off the illusion of the black hair, and Leonard gained freedom of movement.
Woo!
Ince Zangwill was thrown up and fell heavily to the ground. Deep cuts appeared on his body, and pale blood flowed out.
Although he lost another front "leg", he did not die. He "stood" up again, his eyes fixed on the poet of the night opposite him who did not open his eyes.
With almost no warning, Leonard slipped and fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but could not keep his balance. Even his attempt to create a strong wind to lift himself up failed miserably.
“Damn it! I should have killed you when you were unconscious in Tingen City!” Ince Zangwill cursed with gnashing teeth, “That woman is dying, and so are you!”
He cursed as he limped towards where Leonard was. He seemed to have lost the ability to move at high speed, and his expression was extremely ferocious:
"Your captain is so annoying, your teammate is so annoying, and so are you!
"Once I kill you, I will leave here and go back to Tingen to dig up all their graves!"
As he cursed, darkness with the breath of death surged out of Ince Zangwill's body and enveloped Leonard Mitchell who was not far away.
Leonard felt the doom coming upon him, but he was powerless and didn't even dare to open his eyes.
Bang!
With a gunshot, a pale golden bullet shot into the darkness with a strong sense of death, bringing up scorching sunlight and neutralizing the abnormality there.
Pah! Tarot cards flew over and stuck in different places on the ground.
One of them was located in front of Leonard, and it immediately burst into a stream of red flames.
Amidst the flames, a figure wearing a half-high silk hat, a black suit, and holding a long-barreled revolver walked out. He had black hair, brown eyes, dark features, and a scholarly air. It was Klein Moretti.
As he was unable to control the "Scepter of Poseidon", he decisively returned to the real world, bringing with him the "death knell"!
“You, it’s you! You’re still alive! Let’s die together!” Ince Zangwill’s speed suddenly recovered and he circled around Klein, trying to drag him into the dream.
He was actually pretending just now!
But Klein was not affected at all, showing no signs of falling asleep. He raised his right hand and pulled the trigger as if he had a premonition.
Bang!
Ince Zangwill was knocked to the ground by the powerful impact, and the cracks on his head became wider and wider.
“The shot just now was fired for Ms. Daly.” Klein spoke in a deep voice, snapped his fingers, and with the help of the rising flames, he flashed to the other side of Ince Zangwill.
Ince Zangwill's eyes bulged out, and he moved at high speed, spreading his bad luck, trying to influence the other party, but it was completely useless.
"This shot is Leonard's."
All the tarot cards were lit at the same time, like a blooming firework. Klein flashed behind Ince Zangwill, pulled the hammer, and pulled the trigger purely based on his intuition.
Bang!
A ball of pale blood spurted out of Ince Zangwill's left leg, which was directly broken in the middle.
His running came to an abrupt halt, and he could barely maintain his balance.
Klein used the burning tarot cards to perform continuous flame jumps to prevent himself from being affected by the black "hair".
"This shot is from Megose."
"This shot was fired by the internal guard."
"This shot was from the destroyed Blackthorn Security Company."
"This shot is for all the Nighthawks."
"This shot is my own."
Amid the sound of bang, bang, bang, bang, Klein pulled the trigger continuously, firing silver demon-hunting bullets, breaking Ince Zangwill's other leg, opening his forehead, making his roars become lower and lower, and gradually making him lie on the ground.
Finally, Klein flashed in front of Ince Zangwill and pressed the Deathstroke revolver against his face.
At this moment, mysterious and bizarre patterns appeared on Ince Zangwill's head, which was about to split open, creating a strong impact.
He still has the ability to resist!
He was waiting for the other party to get closer and use his own mythical creature form to turn the situation around!
However, Klein's brown eyes just looked at him without reflecting anything.
He pushed harder on the Deathstroke revolver and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Ince Zangwill's head exploded completely, like a smashed watermelon, with fragments and juice splattered everywhere.
The death knell tolls for him.
Klein raised his left hand, rubbed his two eyes away, and pushed the real eyes hidden underneath back into place.
There was a mist in his brown eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little bit. He said in a low voice to the dead Ince Zangwill:
"This shot is from the captain."
He did not give the other party a chance to leave a last word. He did not want to know what bitter past Ince Zangwill had.
He then took out the remaining tarot card from his pocket and threw it on Ince Zangwill's body.
This is a reversed "Star" card.
At this time, a figure appeared not far away, bent down and picked up the dull feather pen.
The figure was wearing a simple white robe, with a light golden beard covering the lower half of his face, and a silver cross pendant hanging on his chest. He looked like an ordinary priest, but he was none other than the King of Angels, Adam!
Adam looked at Klein and said with a warm smile:
"It's a pity that we couldn't keep the snake."
He looked at the quill in his hand, then at the tarot card, and added with a smile:
“All the gifts from fate have already been secretly marked with a price, haven’t they?” (Note 1)
After saying this, he turned around and gradually disappeared into the ruined square, leaving behind a chant-like sentence:
"Under the witness of the 'audience', Klein Moretti completed a magnificent drama and directed a miraculous murder. He used this to digest the potion and had enough strength to try to get promoted when the drama came to an end."
Klein did not try to digest the "Master of Secret Dolls" potion and experience the corresponding feedback. Instead, he leaped in flames and came in front of Daly Simone.
The lady was almost completely out of control. She said in a daze:
"I don't want to become a monster..."
“Okay…” Klein looked at her with sad eyes, thinking quickly about how to save a person who was out of control.
He considered asking her to recite the name of The Fool and pull her spirit above the gray fog, but since her body had already mutated, this seemed useless unless Daly chose to stay there. The Blood Flower Ring also couldn't solve the problem.
Daly smiled with difficulty, fighting against the white fluff and black scales that kept emerging from her body, and said:
“So it’s you…
"Didn't you ask me before why I didn't take the initiative to confess to Dunn and push him down, **?"
She took a breath and smiled bitterly:
"I have indulged too much in the past. He is a conservative person, and I have low self-esteem."
She is almost out of control and is about to turn into a monster.
At this time, she heard Klein Moretti respond:
"The captain actually likes you very much, but you are too good and too young, and he has low self-esteem."
Daly smiled, and then in her hazy vision she saw the man in the black windbreaker, with a high hairline and deep grey eyes. She saw him put his hands on his chest, bend over and stretch out his palms, inviting her to dance.
She stretched out her hand, and her thoughts became stagnant.
The gray-eyed man in a black windbreaker pulled up Daly, whose abnormality was gradually receding, and under Leonard's gaze, they danced briskly in the dilapidated square with turbulent fountains.
Materials flew out one after another, including golden vines and uglier rubber masks. Under the guidance of spirituality, they gradually blended together and poured into a small metal bottle.
During the beautiful dance, Daley leaned forward gently and rested in Dunn's arms.
Klein grasped the bottle of potion, brought it to his mouth, and drank it.
Note 1: A famous quote by Austrian writer Stefan Zweig.
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