Part 4 The Undead Chapter 213 – The End of the Story
As soon as the “Luck Stealer” spell left Leonard Mitchell’s hand, it disappeared in mid-air and disappeared to who knows where, leaving him and Ince Zangwill’s position simultaneously dimmed and unable to be illuminated even by the expanding silver-white storm.
At this moment, Leonard only felt that the surface of his body was tingling, as if lightning had already jumped over it, creating a pinprick of micro-pain that would completely carbonize his body at any moment.
But the next thing he knew, he wasn’t attacked by an unbearable sharp pain, it was as if nothing had happened.
No, one thing happened, a bolt of lightning with open claws and teeth struck down hard in front of him, shattering the ground and scorching the dirt.
Klein had voluntarily deflected his lightning strike away from Innes Zangwill at the same time that Leonard Mitchell had used his “Luck Stealer” spell!
”AHHH!”
A horrific scream followed, as the dense darkness surrounding Ince Zangwill failed to counteract the storm of silver-white lightning bolts, allowing his body to be swept inside.
He took on the fate of Leonard Mitchell, who was engulfed by the Lightning Storm!
Rumble!
A low clap of thunder exploded, the forest of thunder quickly dissipated, but the previous lightning storm is not completely over, the sky fell another silver-white lightning, set off a new huge wave.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
Thor’s roar came one after another, and the frequency of the lightning that had been reduced just a moment ago returned to normal and became even more gapless, so much so that even though there was a layer of darkness surging out from where Ince Zangwill was located, it could not obliterate all of the silver-white.
After several storms, the blinding light finally dimmed, and tiny snakes of electricity scurried weakly in all directions.
Ince Zangwill still stood there, not falling.
However, his head with pitch-black eyes, blood-red light globes, and mysterious symbols had already cracked open one slit after another, and in the slits, blood and flesh were scorched black, and grayish-white liquid was overflowing a little bit.
His ribs and waist of the four “legs” is also completely blackened, curled up, as if as long as the slightest touch, will fall off.
On top of that, not only was it hard to see the white feathers, but even the blood vessels wrapped around the surface were carbonized and crushed, scattered all over the place, at the same height as his body.
But even so, Ince Zangwill still didn’t die, the creature that had gained divinity possessed a vitality that was unimaginable to normal people!
The blood-red glowing mass in his eyes became more and more intense, his tyrannical and crazy aura could no longer be diminished, his heart was filled with the emotion of remorse and the urge to give vent to it.
He hated the fact that he had only focused on escaping at the very beginning stage instead of killing the enemies present, at that time, if he had used his abilities without any qualms and unreservedly displayed the horror of a demigod, he would definitely be able to kill Daley Simone and Leonard Mitchell in the midst of a lightning strike, and wouldn’t have been in such a mess by the two Middle Sequence Extraordinaires.
”Damn it, damn it!” Ince Zangwill roared, dropping the dull quill of “0-08” and pouncing on Leonard Mitchell with his remaining four “legs” braced.
Leonard was about to make a move, but his body suddenly felt a slight coldness, as if he was entangled by a slender hair from the darkness, from the dream world, and could no longer move.
Rumble!
A bolt of lightning struck down and hit Ince Zangwill’s body, but he only shook a little and dropped a few more pieces of charred flesh and blood, not stopping his attack, and even revealed a cruel smile.
After this blow, he was incomparably certain that the one hiding behind the curtain driving the lightning was close to the boundary, no longer able to utilize his abilities at the demigod level!
As for Leonard, who was entangled by the invisible hair, his thoughts flew into tranquility, as if he didn’t want to resist any longer, and just fell asleep in the darkness of the night.
Unable to move, he bit his tongue lightly, briefly regaining a certain amount of lucidity, causing the transparent tome in front of him to once again resound with ethereal chants:
”I come, I see, I record!”
The sound of oozing winds echoed violently, and a horrific tornado whistled as it raced towards Inns Zangwill, who had just managed to pounce on it.
It tore away the black hair-like illusory thing, and with it Leonard gained freedom of movement.
Whoosh!
Ince Zangwill was thrown up and hit the ground hard, with deep crack after deep crack in his body, with pale blood flowing out of it.
Having lost another front “leg”, he still didn’t die, and “stood up” again, his eyes locked on the dark poet who didn’t open his eyes on the other side of the room.
Without warning, Leonard’s feet slipped and he fell to the ground, trying to get up but never able to keep his balance, and even creating a gale that swept him up failed miserably.
”Damn! I should have killed the unconscious you back in Tingen City!” Ince Zangwill cursed as he gritted his teeth, “That woman is dying, and so are you!”
He cursed as he limped towards where Leonard was, seemingly having lost the ability to move at high speeds with an unusually grim expression:
”That captain of yours is that annoying, and so is that teammate of yours, and so are you!
”When I kill you, I’ll get out of here and go back to Tingen to dig up all their graves!”
Amidst the curses, darkness with the scent of death surged out of Ince Zangwill and enveloped Leonard Mitchell, who was not far away.
Leonard felt the doom stalking him, but was unable to do anything about it, not even daring to open his eyes.
Bang!
In a gunshot, the pale gold bullet shot into the darkness that had a strong meaning of death, bringing up the blazing sunlight and neutralizing the abnormality there.
Snap! A sheet of tarot cards flew over, stuck in different places on the ground.
One of them, located in front of Leonard, it swirled up in a crimson stream of flame.
In the flame stream, a figure wearing a half-high silk hat, black formal dress, carrying a long-barreled revolver came out, black hair, brown pupils, darker profile, very bookish, it is Klein Moretti.
He could no longer control the “Scepter of Neptune”, he decided to return to the real world, with the “death knell”, came to ring!
”You, it’s really you! You’re really alive! Let’s die together!” Ince Zangwill regained his speed and wandered around Klein, trying to forcefully drag his opponent into the dream world.
He was actually pretending just now!
But Klein wasn’t affected in the slightest, showing no signs of entering slumber, raised his right hand and pulled the trigger as if he had a premonition.
Bang!
Ince Zangwill was lifted to the ground by the powerful impact, and a crack in his head grew wider and wider.
”That shot just now was for Ms. Daley.” Klein spoke in a deep voice, snapping his fingers and flashing to Ince Zangwill’s other side with the help of the rising flames.
Ince Zangwill’s eyes bulged out, moving at high speed while letting the doom spread out, trying to influence his opponent, but it did nothing.
”This shot is Leonard’s.”
All the tarot cards were ignited at the same time, like a blooming salute, and Klein flashed behind Ince Zangwill, pulled the hammer, and, purely by intuition, pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A cloud of pale blood rose from Ince Zangwill’s left leg, breaking directly from it.
His run came to a screeching halt, and he was barely able to maintain even his balance.
With the help of the burning tarot card, Kraven made a series of flaming jumps to prevent himself from falling into the influence of the black “hair”.
”This shot is from Mego Oss.”
”This shot belongs to the internal caretaker.”
”This shot belongs to the destroyed Blackthorn Security.”
”This shot is of all the ‘night watchmen’.”
”This shot is my own.”
With a thumping sound, Klein pulled the trigger in quick succession and made the appropriate change, firing silver hunting bullets that broke Ince Zangwill’s other leg, opened his forehead, made his hissing sound lower and lower, and made him gradually lie down to the ground.
Finally, Klein flashed in front of Ince Zangwill and put the revolver against his face.
At that moment, a mysterious pattern appeared on Ince Zangwill’s head, which was about to split open, creating a strong impact.
He still had the ability to resist!
He was waiting for his opponent to get close enough to turn the tables with his own mythical creature form!
But Klein’s brown eyes just looked at him without reflecting a single thing.
He pressed the revolver harder against Deathstroke and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Ince Zangwill’s head exploded like a watermelon, splattering pieces and juice everywhere.
The “death knell” tolled for him.
Kraven raised his left hand and rubbed both eyes away, pushing the real ones, which were hidden underneath, back into place.
His brown eyes were misty, and the corners of his mouth quirked up a little more as he spoke in a low voice to the already dead Innes Zangwill:
”That shot, it was the captain’s.”
He didn’t give the other party a chance to explain his last words, he didn’t want to know what kind of bitter past Ince Zangwill had.
He then took out the remaining tarot card from his coat pocket and threw it over Ince Zangwill’s body.
This is a “star” card in the reverse position.
At this time, a figure appeared not far away, stooped down and picked up the dull quill.
The figure wore a simple white robe, with a light blonde beard that covered the lower half of his face, and a silver cross pendant hanging from his chest, just like the most ordinary priest, it was the King of Angels, Adam!
Adam looked towards Klein and smiled warmly:
”It’s a pity that I wasn’t able to keep that snake.”
He glanced at the quill in his hand, then at the tarot card, and added with a smile:
”All gifts of fate have long since had their price marked in secret, have they not?” (Note 1)
After saying that, he turned his body and disappeared step by step into the crumbling square, leaving behind a chant-like sentence:
”In the presence of the ‘audience’, Klein Moretti completed the magnificent drama and directed a magical murder, by which he finished digesting the magic potion and had the extra strength to attempt promotion when this drama came to an end.”
Without bothering to experience the digestion of the “Master of Secret Puppets” magic potion and the corresponding feedback, Klein made a flaming leap to Daley Simone.
The lady was already close to being completely out of control, and she said in a daze:
”I don’t want to, turn into a monster ……”
”Okay ……” Klein eyed her sadly, thinking quickly about what could be done to save an out-of-control person.
He considered having her chant the Fool’s name to pull her spirit above the gray mist, but with her body already mutated, that didn’t seem to help unless Daley chose to stay there, and the Bloodflower ring didn’t solve the problem accordingly! Daley smiled hard.
Daley laughed hard, fighting off the white fuzz and dark scales that kept popping up on her body:
”So it’s you ……
”Didn’t you ask me before why I didn’t take the initiative, the initiative to confess to Dunn and push him into, the bed?”
She took a breath and laughed bitterly:
”I’ve had, too many indulgences in the past, and he, he’s a reserved man, and I, I’m inferior.”
She was on the verge of losing control and was about to turn into a monster.
At this time, she heard Klein Moretti respond:
”The captain actually likes you, but you’re too good and too young, and he has low self-esteem.”
Daley laughed, and whirled around to see in her hazy vision the man in the black trenchcoat with the high hairline and the dark gray eyes, and saw him pressing his hand to his chest, bending over and stretching out his palm, inviting himself to dance.
She explored her hand, her thoughts stuttering with it.
The gray-eyed man in the black trenchcoat pulled Daley, whose mutation was receding, into a light dance in the crumbling plaza where the fountains were turbulent, under Leonard’s gaze.
One by one, materials flew out, from golden vines to uglier rubber masks, and they were gradually blended together under the guidance of spirituality and poured into a metal vial.
In a beautiful dance, Daley leaned gently forward, leaning into Dunn’s arms.
Klein took hold of the vial of magic potion, brought it to his mouth, and poured it in.
Note 1: A famous line from the Austrian writer Zweig.