Chapter 213 The End of the Story

As soon as the "Luck Stealer" talisman left Leonard Mitchell's hand, it disappeared into mid-air and went to nowhere, making his and Ince Zangwill's positions dim at the same time, even Even the expanding silver-white storm couldn't illuminate it.

At this moment, Leonard only felt that the surface of his body was numb, as if lightning had already jumped on it, causing a slight pain like a needle prick, which would completely carbonize his body at any time.

But then, he was not hit by unbearable pain, as if nothing happened.

No, something happened, a bolt of lightning with claws spread out fiercely fell in front of him, crushing the ground and scorching the soil black.

While Leonard Mitchell was using the "Luck Stealer" spell, Klein actively deflected his lightning strike from Ince Zangwill!

"what!"

A shrill scream followed, and the dense darkness around Ince Zangwill failed to counteract the storm of silver and white lightning, allowing his body to be swept inside.

He took over Leonard Mitchell's fate of being engulfed by the "Lightning Storm"!

Boom!

The low-pitched thunder suddenly exploded, and the forest of thunder quickly dissipated. However, the previous lightning storm hadn't completely ended yet, and one after another of silvery-white lightning fell from the sky, setting off a new huge wave.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunder God roared one after another, and the lightning frequency that had been reduced just now returned to normal, and there was no gap, so that even if there were layers of darkness gushing out from where Ince Zangwill was, it could not wipe out all the silver.

After several storms, the dazzling light finally dimmed, and the tiny electric snakes fumbled around weakly.

Ince Zangwill still stood there and did not fall down.

However, his head with pitch-black eyes, blood-red light clusters, and mysterious symbols has been cracked one after another. The flesh and blood in the gaps are scorched black, and the gray-white liquid is overflowing little by little.

The four "legs" around his ribs and waist were also completely blackened, curled up, as if they would fall off with just a light touch.

On it, not only the white feathers were hard to see, 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 still didn't die. Creatures that had acquired divinity possessed vitality that normal people couldn't imagine!

The blood-red light clusters in his eyes became more and more intense, and the aura of tyranny and madness could no longer be weakened, and his heart was full of regret and the urge to vent.

He hated himself for only focusing on escaping at the very beginning, instead of killing the enemies present. At that time, if he had used his ability without any scruples and unreservedly displayed the terror of the demigod, he would definitely be able to kill the enemy under the lightning strike. Daly Simone and Leonard Mitchell wouldn't be so embarrassed by two mid-sequence Extraordinary beings.

"Damn it, damn it!" Ince Zangwill roared, throwing away the bleak "0-08" quill, and threw himself at Leonard Mitchell with the remaining four "legs".

Just as Leonard was about to make a move, his body suddenly felt icy cold. It seemed that he was entangled with long and thin hair from the darkness and from the dream, and he could no longer move.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning struck Ince Zangwill's body, but he only shook a bit, and dropped a few pieces of charred flesh. He didn't stop attacking, and even showed a cruel smile.

After this blow, he was extremely sure that the person hiding behind the scenes driving the lightning was close to the limit and could no longer use the ability of the demigod level!

As for Leonard, who was entangled by invisible hairs, his thoughts were fast and quiet, as if he didn't want to resist any more, and fell asleep in the dark like this.

Unable to move, he gritted his teeth lightly, regained some thoughts briefly, and made the transparent book in front of him sing again:

"I come,

I see, I record! "

The whining sound of the wind reverberated violently, and the terrifying tornado roared towards Ince Zangwill, who just pounced on it.

It tore off the illusory things with black hairs, and Leonard gained the freedom of movement.

Woo!

Ince Zangwill was thrown up and hit the ground heavily. His body was left with deep cuts one after another, and pale blood flowed out of it.

Having lost another front "leg", he still did not die, and "stands up" again, his eyes locked on the night poet who did not open his eyes.

Almost without any warning, Leonard slipped and fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but he couldn't keep his balance. Even creating a strong wind and rolling himself up failed miserably.

"Damn it! Back then in Tingen City, I should have killed you in a coma!" Ince Zangwill cursed through gritted teeth, "That woman is dying, and so are you!"

While cursing, he limped towards Leonard's position. He seemed to have lost the ability to move at high speed, and his expression was extremely ferocious:

"Your captain is so annoying, so is your teammate, and so are you!

"After I kill you, I will leave here and go back to Tingen to dig up their graves!"

Amidst the sound of cursing, darkness with a breath of death gushed out from Ince Zangwill's body, covering Leonard Mitchell not far away.

Leonard felt the entanglement of bad luck, but he was powerless, not even daring to open his eyes.

boom!

In the sound of a gunshot, the pale gold bullet shot into the darkness with a strong meaning of death, brought up the blazing sunlight, and neutralized the abnormality there.

Snapped! One by one Tarot cards flew over and were inserted in different places on the ground.

One of them was located in front of Leonard, and it immediately burst into a stream of crimson flames.

In the stream of flames, a figure wearing a half-height silk top hat, a black formal suit, and a revolver with a long barrel stepped out. He had black hair and brown pupils, a deep profile, and a very bookish look. It was Klein Moretti.

Unable to control the "Scepter of the Sea God", he has decisively returned to the real world, bringing the "death knell" with him, and coming to ring!

"You, it really is you! You are still alive! Let's die together!" Ince Zangwill regained his speed and walked around Klein, trying to force him into a dream.

He was just pretending!

But Klein was not affected at all, showing no sign of falling asleep. He raised his right hand and pulled the trigger as if he had a premonition.

boom!

Ince Zangwill was thrown to the ground by the powerful impact, and the cracks on his head became wider and wider.

"The shot just now was for Ms. Daly." Klein said in a deep voice, snapped his fingers, and flashed to the other side of Ince Zangwill with the help of the rising flames.

Ince Zangwill's eyes bulged out. While moving at high speed, he let the bad luck spread, trying to influence the other party, but it didn't have any effect.

"This shot belongs to Leonard."

All the Tarot cards were ignited at the same time, like fireworks in full bloom. Klein flashed behind Ince Zangwill, pulled the hammer, and pulled the trigger purely on intuition.

boom!

A ball of pale blood sprang from Ince Zangwill's left leg, which broke directly from it.

His running stopped abruptly, and he could hardly maintain his balance.

With the help of the burning Tarot cards, Klein continuously made flame jumps to prevent himself from being affected by those black "hair strands".

"This gun belongs to Megose."

"This shot belongs to the inner watchman."

"This shot belongs to the destroyed Blackthorn Security Company."

"This shot belongs to all 'Nighthawks'."

"This gun is mine."

With the sound of bang bang bang, Klein pulled the trigger continuously, firing silver demon hunting bullets, which broke Ince Zangwill's other leg, opened his forehead, and made his roaring sound lower and lower. , let him gradually lie down on the ground.

Finally, Klein flashed in front of Ince Zangwill, and pressed the "Death Knell" revolver against his face.

At this moment, on Ince Zangwill's head that was about to crack, mysterious and strange patterns stood out, creating a strong impact.

He still has the ability to resist!

He's waiting for the other to come close and use his own mythical creature form to turn the tables!

However, Klein's brown eyes just looked at him like that, but didn't reflect anything.

He pressed harder on the Deathstroke revolver and pulled the trigger.

boom!

Ince Zangwill's head exploded completely, like a broken watermelon, with fragments and juice scattered everywhere.

"Death knell" tolled for him.

Klein raised his left hand, rubbed his eyes off, and pushed the real pupils hidden below back to their original positions.

There was mist in his brown eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up a little bit, facing the dead Ince Zangwill, he said in a low voice:

"This shot belongs to the captain."

He didn't give the other party a chance to confess his last words, and he didn't want to know about Ince Zangwill's bitter past.

He immediately 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 already dim quill.

This 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 the most ordinary priest, and he was the king of angels, Adam!

Adam looked at Klein and said with a warm smile:

"It's a pity that the snake couldn't be kept."

He looked at the quill in his hand, then at the tarot card, and added with a smile:

"All the gifts of fate have already been secretly priced, haven't they?" (Note 1)

After speaking, he turned around and disappeared into the dilapidated square step by step, leaving behind a sentence like singing:

"Witnessed by the 'audience', Cline Moretti completed a magnificent play, directed a miraculous murder, he used this to digest the potion, and had the extra strength to try to promote when the play ended .”

Klein didn't experience the digestion of the "Master Puppet" potion and the corresponding feedback. A flame jumped and came to 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 sadly, quickly thinking about how to save an out-of-control person.

He considered asking the other party to recite the honorable name of "The Fool" and pull her spirit body above the gray mist, but in the case of a mutated body, this seems useless, unless Daly chooses to stay there all the time, and " The blood flower" ring also cannot solve the corresponding problem.

Daly smiled with difficulty, and said against the white fluff and pitch-black scales constantly emerging from the body surface:

"Oh it's you……

"Didn't you ask me before, why didn't you take the initiative to confess to Dunn and push him to bed?"

She took a breath and smiled bitterly:

"I have had too much indulgence in the past, he, he is a conservative person, I, I have low self-esteem."

She was about to lose control and was 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 is also very inferior."

Daly smiled, and immediately saw the man in a black windbreaker with a high hairline and deep gray eyes in his hazy vision. He pressed his hands on his chest, bent over and stretched out his palms, inviting him to dance.

She stretched out her hand, and her thoughts became stagnant.

The gray-eyed man in a black windbreaker pulled up Daly, whose mutation was gradually receding, and under Leonard's gaze, danced briskly in the dilapidated square where the fountain flowed turbulently.

All kinds of materials flew out, including golden vines and ugly rubber masks. Under the guidance of spirituality, they gradually blended together and poured into a small metal bottle.

During the wonderful dance, Daly leaned forward gently and leaned into Dunn's arms.

Klein held the bottle of potion, brought it to his mouth, and poured it in.

Note 1: A famous sentence by the Austrian writer Zweig.

PS: There are too many words, so it is a bit late, please change it first, ask for a monthly ticket!