Part 4 The Undead Chapter 212 Act 4
In the Resurrection Square, which was already covered with scorch marks and cracks, the environment had abruptly darkened, and there was a substantial gloom and coldness, even the piercing silver-white lightning could not dispel this feeling.
Daley Simone was keenly aware that an unknown creature was traveling through the spirit world and approaching this area, and a bad premonition immediately surged in her heart, as if she had already seen Ince Zangwill easily escaping with the help of this unexpected change, and was nowhere to be found.
A coldness went through her body that was hard to contain, as if she had returned to the time when she had just become an extraordinary person.
At that time, due to a certain accident, the 19-year-old lost her family, accidentally took a magic potion, became a “corpse collector”, and was put into the “night watchman” squad.
The effects of the potion and the trauma of losing her family caused her to love the cold, and she couldn’t help being near corpses, always wandering to cemeteries and sleeping in front of graves.
This makes her seem strange and instinctively rejected by others, causing not only her body temperature to drop, but also her mind to slowly freeze and become icy cold.
Fearing this feeling and still wishing she was a living, breathing human being, she instinctively took advantage of men’s coveting of her looks and body, making boyfriend after boyfriend, trying to rely on the warmth of her body to combat the turning cold of her soul.
In the midst of such a disorienting and degrading life, she meets that man, the man who always listens to her gently, the man who is always by her side, the man who helps her calmly, the man who is embarrassed by jokes about gender relations, the man who tolerates all the shortcomings of his teammates with sincerity, the man who is at a loss for words under his own flirtations, the man who likes to hide his pain and sadness so much so that his hairline is receding early, the man who encounters a lot of pain and sadness, the man who likes to hide his pain and sadness so much so that he can’t even see his hairline. The man who backed off early, the man who was the absolute first to step forward and hold his teammates back when in danger.
She changed, began to like to paint old-fashioned makeup, no longer close to other men, only a little joke on the mouth to deliberately show that she has not changed significantly.
However, she still didn’t have the time, didn’t have the time to witness that man skillfully playing the law, digesting the magic potion, promoted to Sequence 6, didn’t have the time to see him take the initiative to extend his palm to himself, inviting himself to an opening dance, didn’t have the time to take Part 1n that last battle in his life, and didn’t have the time to tell him about the emotions in her heart.
Last time, I missed it, I didn t have time to do anything, and today, I don t want to be like this …… Daley s expression became sad, and the corners of her mouth curled up a little bit, gentle, sweet.
Eyes tightly closed, she violently pulled a small metal vial from within a concealed pocket of her clothing, dropped the stopper, and gulped down the liquid inside.
Her blue eyeshadow and blush became vibrant all at once, even her skin was a few shades more transparent, and her coiled hair disintegrated in an instant, pushing the hood out of the way and billowing in all directions.
”Spirits that roam the void, feared creatures of the upper realms, unpredictable visitors.” Daley chanted quickly in short, powerful ancient Hermetic words, “I, in my name, make a pact with you and pray that you leave this place!”
Behind the eight-legged, white-feathered Ince Zangwill, a figure was outlined, a bloody hunk of flesh with uncountable eyes and arm after arm of a different race.
It was about to grab Ince Zangwill’s body and drag him into the spirit world when it suddenly paused, casting eye after eye to where Daley Simone was.
On the surface of Daley’s skin, dark, serpentine scales protruded at once, and in the gaps of the scales, white downy hairs grew one after another.
Her knees went weak and she fell to her knees in agony, but she always maintained her psychic stance.
On Ince Zangwill, the quill wrote on its own:
”An unknown being has descended on Resurrection Square and is about to take Ince Zangwill, no, it is attracted to Daley Simone, and its aesthetics surprisingly favor humans, oops, it has given up on Ince Zangwill, and it has decided to follow Daley Simone’s advice to leave this place.
”It’s really unexpected, in this matter of psychic, Ince Zangwill, who is a demigod, actually lost to Daley Simone, who is only Sequence 5, even though this lady took the ‘Flower of the Spirit’ potion and paid a great price, there’s not much of a probability that she can win barely using the ‘Alsouhod’s Pen’, Ince Zangwill.
”Ince Zangwill is just too unlucky to meet something with almost 0 probability!”
In the midst of the lightning strike, within Ince Zangwill’s dark eyes surrounded by mysterious symbols, a little blood-red light flared up and subsided, and his “hand” holding the quill pen once again wrote on the surface of his body:
”Another unknown being has been attracted to the neighborhood, trying to enter the real world …….”
When he reached this point, the quill pen paused for a moment and wrote down on its own:
”Here it comes, here it, k is Renette Tynicol! No, Renette Tinnikol was driving away all the creatures of the spirit world around her, k glanced at Ince Zangwill, k withdrew her eyes, k left the area, k continued to roam around the neighborhood.
”Ince Zangwill is so unlucky, so unlucky!”
Ince Zangwill’s high-speed moving body suddenly stuttered, as if he had received a big blow.
Boom!
Thick silver-white lightning fell and heavily struck the eight-legged “monster”, causing Ince Zangwill to rise up and let out an inhuman hiss.
In his dark eyes, a blood-red glow spread out explosively, transforming into two bloodthirsty, cruel, and crazy light clusters.
”Ince Zangwill no longer had trouble controlling his emotions, keeping good form, and lost most of his sanity ……” The more the slightly tattered quill pen wrote, the more it dimmed, gradually stopping.
Let a layer of chicken skin like goosebumps in the hissing sound, endless darkness spread out, will Daley Simone and Leonard Mitchell at the same time pulled into the dream world.
But the thunder and lightning that swirled around them awoke the sleepers.
Ince Zangwill stepped back on his eight legs, leaving a residual shadow on the spot, and ran at breakneck speed towards Daley Simone, who was in a state of semi-uncontrollable control, in order to brutally tear apart the night watchman who had ruined his escape.
Rumble! Rumble!
An exaggerated bolt of lightning descended, stopping him in his tracks.
Rumble! Rumble!
Eight strange “legs” covered with white feathers and many scorched black traces moved continuously, and Ince Zangwill, who was half lying on the ground, wandered around the square, dodging the lightning strikes and looking for a chance to kill Leonard and Daley.
Gradually, he, who still had some sense, realized that the frequency of lightning was slowing down!
The one who created the lightning strikes to find no trace seemed to be nearing his limit, and his spirituality was about to be exhausted!
Ince Zangwill’s mind moved, a cruel smile appeared on his face, and while running at high speed, he said in a low voice in Guversack:
”You’re all going to die!”
He seems to have forgotten to escape.
You all have to die …… Leonard Mitchell heard these words, but there was not a single thing he could do, because he did not dare to open his eyes, could not determine the position of Ince Zangwill, and could not lock the other party with his spirituality.
At this moment, it was as if he was back in Tingen City, back in Blackthorn Security, back to the day of the fierce battle with Mego Oss, changing back to that weak and powerless self who couldn’t stop anything.
At that time, he clearly wanted to help the captain and Klein, clearly overcame his fear, clearly had the old man available to provide assistance, but because the sequence was too low and not strong enough, he was quickly knocked out, unable to participate in the subsequent battle, and could only wake up to see two corpses, and could only dissolve his inner self-loathing by facing the pain of his relatives head-on.
The leisurely life in Tingen City, the feeling of considering himself the protagonist of the drama but not having to take responsibility, made Leonard miss it all the time, but the more he misses it, the more he hates himself like that, and the more he chagrins at why he didn’t make an effort earlier.
In front of his tightly closed eyes, light and shadows shifted, and Leonard clenched his hands into dead fists, and shouted urgently in a low voice:
”Old man!
”Old man!”
This time, no voice echoed within his mind, no one gave aid; Palles Zoroaster was still asleep.
Leonard’s breathing became ragged for a moment, and his head couldn’t help but move from side to side following the flashes of light, before his voice became slightly hoarse and his tone visibly panicked as he shouted:
”Old man!
”Old man!
”Old man!!!”
The voice gradually became lower and disappeared into the sound of thunder, and Leonard’s head dropped a little, his face once again filled with self-reproach and pain.
His lips opened and closed for a while, his hands unclenched and clenched again, and his whole person froze for several seconds.
Suddenly, his expression became determined for a moment, and his face twisted as he opened his mouth and recited in a low voice in the ancient Hermetic language:
”Fools who do not belong to this age;
”The mysterious lord above the gray mist;
”The yellow and black king who reigns over good fortune!”
No sooner had the prayer fallen than a strange additional image appeared within his mind:
Inns Zangwill, who seemed to have turned into a spider or a monstrous feathered wolf, was running fast, dodging lightning strikes, and occasionally trying to attack himself or Daley Simone.
And unlike normal, this image showed Ince Zangwill in a rather blurred form, almost replaced by a red light that could only be used to confirm the location.
Leonard was stunned at first, then he laughed, laughing so hard that a tear slipped from his eye.
Without hesitation, he raised his left palm and placed the glove against the corner of his forehead, and then with his right hand, he tightly grasped the “Luck Stealer” spell.
”Destiny!”
In the midst of the difficult and mysterious ancient Hermetic words echoing, Leonard let a transparent book coalesce in front of him, turning to one of the pages in the ethereal chant of “I come, I see, I record”, while locking onto the eight “legs” with many white feathers. Monster.
Silver-white lightning erupted violently, and Leonard Mitchell threw the spell with a grim expression, shouting:
”Die! Innes Zangwill!”
It was a cry that he had waited for a long, long time, rehearsing it over and over within himself an unknown number of times.