Part 4 The Undead Chapter 210 – The Curse of the Gods
With Kraven’s spiritual touch, the point of light suddenly expanded into a picture before his eyes:
Danez, wearing a cloak of shadow, was at the edge of the square, bowing his head in prayer and chanting the name of “The Fool” in the ancient Hermetic language.
With this orientation, Kraven expanded the scene outward, searching for the figure of Inez Zangwill.
What he saw through the gray fog was significantly different from what he had just seen. In the center of the plaza, a huge church with a black background inlaid with bones had been erected at some point, and inside it, light and shadow flickered at times, but there was no sound or sound coming from it.
Seizing the opportunity, Klein answered Danitz’s prayer:
”Stay away from here and find a hidden place to hide.”
As he spoke slowly, Klein, wearing a triple crown and dark blue vestments, raised his left hand, causing the greenish-blue gem at the top of the white bone scepter to glow.
Sharp and ear-piercing sound immediately echoed in the real world’s Resurrection Square, a sudden gust of wind whistled and swept through that area, making the people who were either relaxing or passing by scramble to leave and go to a place where they could take shelter from the wind, and even Anderson, who had a stiff look on his face, returned to the state of full of concern, covering his stomach with one hand, and rushing out of the danger zone in a quick step.
In just a few seconds, the Resurrection Square became extremely cold, even if some of the passersby were not fast enough to run, they experienced the feeling of flying under the impetus of the gale.
There was a brief silence in that empty area, and then a little bit of firelight lit up from the window of the Corpse Bone Church, getting bigger and bigger and more and more blinding.
Wordlessly, the stained glass window shattered and cracked, and the blazing white, nearly blue light leaped out like a meteor, all at once.
The fire then disintegrated and coalesced into Ince Zangwill, who wore black clergy robes with a deep blue eye and a vascular eye.
As soon as this “Night’s Watchman” appeared, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and he gave a “heh” to the classical quill in his hand:
”If you hadn’t been so stupid as to disobey my advice, you wouldn’t have gotten into this mess!
”I don’t even know what you’re afraid of, earlier let me pray to the Lord to secretly return to Redeeming Rose, join forces with the Great Serpent, prepare and set traps, today is the day we hunt Adam, not the other way around!”
The slightly dull and tattered quill flew up at once and wrote in the hollow of Innes Zangwill’s clothing:
”Annoyed by shame, Soren Einhorn Medici puts all the blame for this incident on the ‘Pen of Alsouhod’, but in reality, it was k himself who prevented himself from praying to the ‘True Creator’, whether it was Soren, or Einhorn, did not want to believe in that evil god.
”Today’s encounter has made this evil spirit’s schizophrenia even worse! It makes perfect sense that this is a diagnosis made by the most professional and top-notch psychiatrist!”
”Ince Zangwill’s” brow twitched at once, and instinctively raised his left hand and pressed his head.
His deep blue, nearly black eyes quickly regained their splendor, and his classically sculpted face became extremely serious.
At this moment, having broken through the Corpse Bone Church, in front of him was not a square, but a layer of ancient steps made of stone, which led to the top of a lofty mountain, where a huge cross was erected, with countless angels hovering and clustering around it.
It was at this moment that an exaggerated silver-white lightning bolt pierced through the deep, high sky and fell straight down, striking Ince Zangwill.
The entire enclosed and strange space cracked with it, and the fountains and flowers in the square were reflected in the deep blue, nearly black eyes.
Ince Zangwill’s figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only a transparent and blurred spirit in its place, which was struck by the lightning and instantly extinguished.
The Night’s Watchman did not care to think about what dangers lurked outside, and seized the opportunity to turn into fire, penetrate the gap, and rush out.
As far as he was concerned, no matter what was lurking in front of him, it could not be more terrifying and difficult to deal with than the son of the Creator, the King of Angels, Adam!
Seeing the fire light up above the square, free from the bondage of the illusory world, reverting to Ince Zangwill with dark blonde hair and pale palms, Klein lifted his head slightly and subconsciously sat up straight.
Numerous images flashed within his mind at once, there was himself who had been pierced through the heart, there was the pair of brand new shiny leather boots that he had seen before his last death, there was Dunn Smith who smiled and squeezed his left eye at himself, and there was the Blackthorn Security Company that had become ruins.
The corners of Klein’s mouth flew open and turned upwards in a wry grin.
He then spoke in a low voice in the ancient Hermetic language:
”Doom!”
In his right palm, the silver-gray talisman steeply flared up with an eerie black light.
This was a spell of the domain of doom that Kraven had directly prayed to the “Goddess of Night” and utilized the blood and precious metal of the “Mercury Serpent”, Will Onsettin.
This is the gift he prepared for Ince Zangwill.
This is the arrow of vengeance.
This is the curse of the gods!
Kraven sprang to his feet, his shoulders tugged, his right arm flung out, and he threw the black light, blended with a small amount of power from the prying gray mist, into the expanded scene of the prayer screen and threw it at Ince Zangwill.
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Ince Zangwill had just returned to Resurrection Square when he saw a deep black light come out of nowhere and cover the entire sky, making his environment extremely dark.
Such a change flickered, and everything around him instantly returned to normal, looking no different, but as a “Night Watchman” who can give others a certain degree of bad luck, Ince Zangwill keenly “smelled” the aura of danger, and without a moment’s hesitation, he went forward and stretched out his left palm. Without a moment’s hesitation, he stretched out his left palm and wanted to utilize the combination of the evil spirits in his body and the ability of the “Gatekeeper” to enter the spirit world and escape through the shuttle.
However, none of the bright red flowers, pure white fountains, or deep black floor tiles around him became rich in color, let alone superimposed on each other.
Ince Zangwill’s “Spirit World Shuttle” ability failed!
As his eyes froze, he realized the reason, because the evil spirit inside him had quarreled with itself and did not lend its power:
”Look, if you had listened to me earlier, nothing would have happened!”
”Bah, asking me to believe in the ‘True Creator’ would have been better than asking me to die!”
”What’s the use of listening to you? It wasn’t the same as us in the first place, made into a magic potion by Alistair Tudor.”
”So you guys aren’t nervous at all? Didn’t you notice that the curse just now had a distinctly divine aura? The essence of that power is also very high, in our current state, we definitely can’t circumvent it, haha, argue, keep arguing, I’m waiting to die with you guys.”
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Ince Zangwill listened to the veins in his forehead jumping, furious that the evil spirit of Soren Einhorn Medici was even self-infighting at a critical moment, without the slightest bit of self-consciousness of being in a dangerous place.
As a former archbishop, as the extraordinary person who has been in charge of the holy relics of the Church of the Night, Ince Zangwill did not let his anger affect his judgment, he intuitively thought that the dark light just now was related to the “Goddess of the Night” of the doom and gloom authority, and thought that Søren Einhorn Medici’s sudden entry into the state of schism was obviously affected by this aspect, otherwise, just by the “Alleluia”, the “Alleluia” is the only thing that can be used for the purpose of the “Night Goddess”. Otherwise, just by the writing of the “Pen of Alsouhod”, it would not be enough to make the evil spirits of the “Red Angel” quarrel with each other on the spot, regardless of the situation!
He immediately turned his body and ran at high speed towards one of the exits of the Resurrection Square and tried to communicate with the rest of the spirits to escape as soon as possible with the help of their abilities, however, there was not a single spirit here!
At that moment, a figure stood out from a hidden place at the edge of the empty square. He was a hybrid of Ruins and Bailants, with a fleshy face, loose clothing, and a thin bayonet at his waist.
This was Ludwell, the Admiral of Hell!
This is a secret puppet that doesn’t usually think!
After throwing the “God’s Curse” spell, Klein followed the plan and returned to the real world to utilize the two secret puppets!
He had Enzo “The Winner” find a nearby corner, take out the prepared items, and set up the ritual of praying for a blessing, while maneuvering Ludwig “The Admiral of Hell” out of the hiding spot to face Ince Zangwill.
The “Admiral of Hell”, whose original appearance could no longer be seen, raised his right hand, and let his arm, little arm, and fingers rapidly vaporize, expand, and extend, and grabbed at the target.
This was his ability to extract other people’s spiritual bodies through the air with the help of the creatures of the underworld in his body!
Ludwell’s palm flew pale, and above Ince Zangwill’s head, a figure floated upward inexorably.
However, Ince Zangwill was once a “gatekeeper”, and a mysterious and illusory bronze gate immediately formed in his eyes, pulling back the spirit body that was about to float out.
Originally, with his level and strength, this should be very easy to succeed, but for some reason, he made several mistakes in a row, and almost let the “Admiral of Hell” get his hands on him, but briefly only able to form a tug-of-war.
At that moment, two figures quickly sketched next to Ludwell, one was Leonard Mitchell, who wore transparent gloves with ink hair and blue pupils, and the other was Daley Simone, who wore blue eye shadow and the same blush.
They had come at such an opportune time that the doom of an enemy often meant that one’s side was lucky enough!
The first thing Daley saw was the never-to-be-forgotten figure, and all at once the flames of hatred rose in her eyes.
She didn’t strike blindly, and after a brief observation, she came behind Ludwell and opened her arms.
A bronze gate with countless strange patterns descended at once, creaking and cracking open a gap.
This was the gate to the underworld, a gate that was full of temptation for all undead creatures!
A terrifying suction force that could not be accurately described came out, and the figure above Ince Zangwill’s head completely left him.
It was a translucent man in blood-stained black armor, young and handsome with red hair, his face with horrific mark after horrific mark of rotting to the bone, and a gleam-like mark growing at his brow.
The young man wasn’t too surprised that he was being drawn away from Inns Zangwill, but instead let out a “yow”:
”Tough luck today, you two, we’ve already died together, do we need to do it again? Especially when we’re still being maneuvered by a weakling like this chick.”
A bloody cleft protruded from his left cheek, opening and closing:
”Okay, let’s remove the trash around us first ……”
Before these words were finished, the man in the blood-stained black armor had already probed his palm and pulled out an illusory longsword with dark red rust from his body.
A terrifying oppressive force was born steeply, and this evil spirit easily got rid of Ludwell and Daley Simone’s extraction, and violently fell downward, trying to return to Ince Zangwill’s body.
Just then a voice, low and hoarse as if it contained a sandcloth, rang out, “Admiral of Hell,” Ludwell pronounced solemnly in the ancient Hermetic tongue:
”Destiny!”