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 name with ancient

Hermes.

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 some point in time. 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 immediately resounded in Revival Square in the

real world as a sudden gale swept the area. It made the people who were

spending their leisure time 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

abdomen, he quickly rushed out of the dangerous area.

In a few seconds, Revival Square became extremely 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 flame appeared from the

corpse cathedral's window. It grew in size and became increasingly

blinding.

Silently, the colored glass windows shattered as blinding white light

that bordered on blue shot out like a meteor.

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 moment 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 something

like this happen!

"I'm not even sure what you're afraid of. If you had allowed me to pray

to the Lord, allowing me 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 immediately flew up and wrote on an

empty spot of Ince Zangwill's clothes:

*"Due to a rage stemming from embarrassment, Sauron Einhorn Medici

pushed the blame of this development 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 development made this evil spirit's psychological dissociation

to worsen! This is extremely reasonable. This is the diagnosis by the

best, most professional psychiatrist!"*

"Ince Zangwill" immediately 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 extremely stern.

At this moment, 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 moment, 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 immediately 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 time to consider what other

lurking dangers there were. He took this opportunity to transform into a

flame 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 flame 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 Hermes, "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

Mercury Will Auceptin's blood and precious metals 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 immediately 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 extremely dark environment.

Such a change happened in a flash before everything was restored to

normal in an instant. Nothing seemed amiss, but as a Nightwatcher who

could give others a certain level of bad luck, Ince Zangwill acutely

"smelled" 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 become

stacked.

Ince Zangwill's Spirit World Traversal had become ineffective!

The glint in his eyes froze as he seemed 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 me!"

"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 same

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 came with a deity's aura? That power was fundamentally 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."

The veins on Ince Zangwill's forehead throbbed when he heard that. He

was furious that Sauron Einhorn Medici would suddenly engage in an

internal strife at such a critical moment. They didn't seem to notice

the danger they were in at all.

As a former archbishop, as a Beyonder who had watched over the Church of

Evernight's Holy Artifacts, Ince Zangwill didn't let his judgment become

clouded because of his rage. He instinctively believed that the gloomy

black beam had something to do with the Evernight Goddess's authority

over misfortune. He believed that Sauron Einhorn Medici'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 immediately 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 moment, 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 bestowment 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 immediately 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 some reason, he repeatedly made mistakes and

nearly allowed Admiral Hell to succeed. For a brief moment, all he could

manage to do was a see-saw-like struggle.

At this moment, 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 moment 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 some observations. She came behind

Ludwell and spread her arms.

A bronze door filled with countless strange patterns immediately

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 came 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 handsome 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 time? 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 moment, a hoarse voice sounded, sounding as though it held

sandcloth in it. Admiral Hell Ludwell had chanted in ancient Hermes,

"Fate!"