Chapter 942 Deity’s Curse
With Klein’s spirituality making contact, the points of light suddenly expanded into a scene before his eyes.
With his Shadow Cloak up, Danitz was praying with his head bowed in the corner of the square, chanting The Fool’s honorific na with ancient Hers.
Thanks to this, Klein could see an expanded area around him, and he began searching for Ince Zangwill.
Through the gray fog, everything he saw was clearly different from what he had previously seen. In the middle of the square, a pitch-black corpse-embedded cathedral had appeared at so point in ti. It was dark inside, but there wasn’t any signs of activity inside.
Using this opportunity, Klein replied Danitz’s prayer, “Leave the area. Find a hidden spot to hide in.”
As he spoke slowly, dressed in the papal tiara and dark robes, Klein raised his left hand and made the blue gems at the tip of the bone scepter light up.
Sharp, jarring sounds imdiately resounded in Revival Square in the real world as a sudden gale swept the area. It made the people who were spending their leisure ti there or the pedestrians to leave quickly to head for shelter from the wind. Even Anderson, who had a frozen expression, recovered his usual insouciant attitude. Holding his abdon, he quickly rushed out of the dangerous area.
In a few seconds, Revival Square beca extrely silent. Even the pedestrians who walked slowly without running had experienced the feeling of flying with the nudging of the wind.
The empty area entered a brief silence. Then, a fla appeared from the corpse cathedral’s window. It grew in size and beca increasingly blinding.
Silently, the colored glass windows shattered as blinding white light that bordered on blue shot out like a teor.
This flaming light instantly crumbled, materializing into Ince Zangwill, who wore a black clergyman’s robe and had one dark blue eye and one eye covered with blood vessels.
The mont this Nightwatcher appeared, he couldn’t help but open his mouth and scoff at the classic quill in his hand.
“If a fool like you didn’t listen to my suggestion, how could sothing like this happen!
“I’m not even sure what you’re afraid of. If you had allowed to pray to the Lord, allowing to secretly return to the Rose Redemption and join forces with the ‘Serpent,’ our preparations would allow us to set up a trap. Today, we will be the ones hunting Adam, and not the other way round!”
The seemingly dark and damaged quill imdiately flew up and wrote on an empty spot of Ince Zangwill’s clothes:
“Due to a rage stemming from embarrassnt, Sauron Einhorn dici pushed the bla of this developnt to the Quill of Alzuhod, but in fact, it was ‘He’ who was stopping himself from praying to the True Creator. Be it Sauron or Einhorn, neither one of them trusted this evil god.
“Today’s developnt made this evil spirit’s psychological dissociation to worsen! This is extrely reasonable. This is the diagnosis by the best, most professional psychiatrist!”
“Ince Zangwill” imdiately frowned as he raised his left hand and pressed it to his head.
His dark blue eye rapidly recovered its luster as the classically sculpted face turned extrely stern.
At this mont, having escaped the corpse cathedral, he was no longer facing the square. Instead, it was flights of ancient stone stairs. They were leading to the peak of a towering mountain. Erected there was a huge cross with countless angels spiraling around it.
At this mont, an exaggerated bolt of silver lightning tore through the overcast sky, smiting right down at Ince Zangwill.
The sealed and strange space produced cracks. The fountain and its splashes appeared in his dark blue
eye.
Ince Zangwill’s figure imdiately vanished, leaving behind a blurry transparent spirit. The latter was struck by lightning and was instantly obliterated.
This Nightwatcher didn’t have the luxury of ti to consider what other lurking dangers there were. He took this opportunity to transform into a fla as he penetrated a crack and rushed out.
To him, no matter what lay ahead of him, nothing was more terrifying and difficult to deal with than the Son of the Creator, King of Angels Adam!
Upon seeing the fla rise up from the square, allowing Ince Zangwill to escape the restraints of the illusory world and returning to his appearance with dark blond hair and pale hands, Klein raised his head slightly and subconsciously sat straight.
Countless scenes flashed across his mind-him having his heart penetrated, the pair of bright leather boots just before his previous death, Dunn Smith smiling at him with a wink of his left eye, and the Blackthorn Security Company which had been reduced to ruins.
The corners of Klein’s mouth quickly curled upwards as he revealed a comical smile.
He then deeply muttered using ancient Hers, “Misfortune!”
The silver-gray charm on his right palm suddenly burst into a gloomy black light.
This was a charm of the misfortune domain Klein made using Snake of rcury Will Auceptin’s blood and precious tals by praying to the Evernight Goddess.
This was a present he had prepared for Ince Zangwill.
This was an arrow of vengeance.
This was a deity’s curse!
Klein imdiately stood up, stretched his shoulders, and threw out his right arm, fusing the gloomy black light with the little powers he could stir from above the gray fog as he threw them at Ince Zangwill.
Just as Ince Zangwill returned to Revival Square, he saw a dark black beam appear out of nowhere. It blanketed the entire sky, making him find himself in an extrely dark environnt.
Such a change happened in a flash before everything was restored to normal in an instant. Nothing seed amiss, but as a Nightwatcher who could give others a certain level of bad luck, Ince Zangwill acutely “slled” the aura of danger. Without any hesitation, he reached out his left palm in a bid to use the evil spirit within him and his powers as a Gatekeeper to enter the spirit world and flee.
However, none of the surrounding bright flowers, pure-white fountain, and dark black tiles had their colors saturate, much less beco stacked.
Ince Zangwill’s Spirit World Traversal had beco ineffective!
The glint in his eyes froze as he seed to understand the reason. It was because the evil spirit in him was having an internal struggle; thus, they wouldn’t lend him their power.
“See? Everything would be fine if you had listened to
!”
“Bullsh*t! I’d rather die than believe in the True Creator!”
“What’s the point saying all of this? Didn’t you still end up the sa as us, being made into a potion by Alista Tudor?”
“So none of you are nervous at all? Didn’t you notice that the curse clearly ca with a deity’s aura? That power was fundantally very powerful. Our present condition doesn’t allow us to avoid it at all. Haha, continue arguing. Go on! I’ll wait to die with all of
you.”
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The veins on Ince Zangwill’s forehead throbbed when he heard that. He was furious that Sauron Einhorn dici would suddenly engage in an internal strife at such a critical mont. They didn’t seem to notice the danger they were in at all.
As a forr archbishop, as a Beyonder who had watched over the Church of Evernight’s Holy Artifacts, Ince Zangwill didn’t let his judgnt beco clouded because of his rage. He instinctively believed that the gloomy black beam had sothing to do with the Evernight Goddess’s authority over misfortune. He believed that Sauron Einhorn dici’s sudden fallout was clearly a result of this influence. Otherwise, it was impossible for the Red Angel evil spirit to break into a quarrel without concerning themselves with the situation they were in simply because of the Quill of Alzuhod’s writing!
He imdiately turned around, quickly running towards another exit of Revival Square in an attempt to communicate with other spirits. He wished to borrow their powers to escape; however, there wasn’t a single spirit around!
At this mont, a figure stood in a hidden corner of the open square. He was a mixed-blood with parents coming from Loen and Balam. He had a fleshy face and baggy clothes. On his waist hung a rapier.
It was Admiral Hell Ludwell!
This was a marionette who usually didn’t have any thoughts!
After throwing out the Deity’s Curse charm, Klein followed his plan, returned to the real world, and made use of the two marionettes!
As he made Enzo find a corner, he took out the items he prepared, set up a bestownt ritual, and controlled Admiral Hell to walk to a secluded spot to face Ince Zangwill.
This Admiral Hell, who looked nothing like his original self, raised his right hand, allowing his arm and fingers to rapidly turn incorporeal as they extended towards the target.
This was a power he used by borrowing the Underworld creature within him to extract the Spirit Bodies of others remotely!
Ludwell’s palm quickly turned pale-white, and above Ince Zangwill, a figure floated up uncontrollably.
However, Ince Zangwill was once a Gatekeeper. An illusory bronze door filled with mystery imdiately took form in his eyes as it quickly pulled back his escaping Spirit Body.
With his level and strength, this was unlikely to succeed so successfully, but for so reason, he repeatedly made mistakes and nearly allowed Admiral Hell to succeed. For a brief mont, all he could manage to do was a see-saw-like struggle.
At this mont, two figures rapidly appeared beside Ludwell. One of them was the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard with a transparent glove in hand, and the other was Davy Simone who had blue eyeshadow and blush.
They had arrived at the perfect mont because the bad luck of an enemy often implied that one was lucky enough!
The first thing Daly saw was the figure she could never forget. Pangs of fury burned in her eyes instantly.
She didn’t rashly attack as she made so observations. She ca behind Ludwell and spread her arms.
A bronze door filled with countless strange patterns imdiately descended and creaked open a gap.
This was a door that led to the Underworld. It was a door filled with allure to all undead creatures!
An indescribable and terrifying suction force ca out of it as the figure above Ince Zangwill’s body completely separated from him.
It was a translucent man wearing blood-stained black armor. He was young and handso with red hair. His face had terrifying signs of decay, and at his glabella was a flag-like mark.
This young man wasn’t too surprised about being separated from Ince Zangwill. Instead, he sneered.
“We sure are unlucky today. We have already died together once, so is there a need to do so another ti? Especially when we’re being controlled by such a weakling?”
A bloody gap appeared on his upper left cheek as it opened and closed.
“Alright, let’s clear out the surrounding trash...”
Before the sentence was finished, the man in blood-stained black armor reached out his palm and drew out an illusory sword with dark red rust stains from his body.
A terrifying suppressive force easily allowed the evil spirit to free itself from Ludwell’s and Daly Simone’s extraction. It swooped down in an attempt to return to Ince Zangwill’s body.
At this mont, a hoarse voice sounded, sounding as though it held sandcloth in it. Admiral Hell Ludwell had chanted in ancient Hers, “Fate!”
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