As soon as the "Stower" charm left Leonard Mitchell's grasp, it disappeared into the air, and disappeared nowhere, dimming his and Ince Zangwill's positions at the same time, and even the expanding silver-white storm could not illuminate it.

At this moment, Leonard only felt that the surface of his body was numb, and it seemed that lightning had jumped on it, producing a slight pain like a pinprick that would completely carbonize his body at any time.

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

No, something happened, and a bolt of lightning slashed in front of him, shattering the ground and blackening the dirt.

While Leonard Mitchell was using the "Spoofer" charm, Crane took the initiative to deflect his lightning strike away from Ince Zangwill!

"Ahh

A terrible scream rang out, and the thick darkness around Ince Zangwill could not neutralize the storm of silver-white lightning, allowing his body to be swept in.

He inherited the fate of Leonard Mitchell when he was swallowed up by the "lightning storm"!

Bang!

The low thunder exploded violently, and the forest of thunder quickly dissipated, but the previous lightning storm had not completely ended, and one after another silver-white electric light fell from the sky, setting off a new huge wave.

Boom, boom, boom!

Thor's roars continued one after another, and the lightning frequency that had just been lowered returned to normal, and there was no gap, so that even though there were layers of darkness pouring out of Ince Zangwill's location, it could not extinguish all the silver white.

After several storms, the blinding light finally dimmed, and tiny electric snakes scurried weakly around.

Ince Zangwille is still standing there, not falling.

However, his head with dark eyes, blood-red light clusters, and mysterious symbols had cracked one after another, and the flesh in the gaps was charred black, and the gray-white liquid was overflowing little by little.

The four "legs" around his ribs and waist were also completely blackened, curled up, as if they would fall off at the slightest touch.

On it, not only are the white feathers hard to be seen, but even the blood vessels entangled in the surface are carbonized and shattered, scattered all over the ground, and are at the same height as the body.

But even so, Ince Zangwill is still not dead, and the creature that has gained divinity has a vitality that normal people cannot imagine!

The blood-red light 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 remorse and the urge to vent.

He hated himself for trying to run away rather than kill the enemies in the first place, and at that time, if he had used his abilities without hesitation, and unreservedly displayed the horror of the demigods, he would definitely have been able to kill Dalie Simone and Leonard Mitchell in the midst of a lightning strike, and would not have been so embarrassed by the two mid-sequence extraordinaires.

"Damn it, damn it!" Inss Zangwill roared, dropping the dull quill of "0-08" and pounced on Leonard Mitchell with the remaining four legs.

Leonard was just about to make a move, when his body suddenly felt a trace of coldness, as if he was entwined from the darkness and from the long strands of hair in the dream, and he could no longer move.

Bang!

A bolt of lightning struck Ince Zangwill, but he only shook and dropped a few more pieces of charred flesh, and did not stop attacking, even showing a cruel smile.

After this blow, he was extremely sure that the person hiding behind the curtain to drive the lightning was close to the limit, and he could no longer use his demigod-level abilities!

And Leonard, who was entwined by the invisible hair, his thoughts were fast and quiet, as if he didn't want to resist anymore, so he fell asleep in the night.

Unable to move, he gritted his teeth lightly, briefly regained some thoughts, and let the transparent book in front of him resound with an ethereal chant:

"I came, I saw, I recorded!"

The whining wind echoed violently, and a terrifying tornado roared towards Ince Zangwill, who had just pounced.

It ripped through the black hair of the illusory, and Leonard was given the freedom to move.

Woo!

Ince Zangwille was tossed up and slammed to the ground, with deep lacerations and pale blood flowing from it.

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

With almost no warning, Leonard slipped on the soles of his feet and fell to the ground, trying to get up, but he couldn't keep his balance, and even creating a strong wind and rolling himself up failed miserably.

"Damn! I should have killed you unconscious in Tingen!" Ince Zangwil cursed through gritted teeth, "That woman is dying, and so are you!"

He cursed as he limped to Leonard's location, seemingly having lost the ability to move at high speed, and his expression was unusually hideous:

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

"When I kill you, I'll leave here and go back to Tingen to dig up their graves!"

With the sound of the curse, a deathly darkness poured out of Ince Zangwill's body and enveloped Leonard Mitchell not far away.

Leonard felt the danger of doom, but could not do anything about it, and did not even dare to open his eyes.

Bang!

With a single gunshot, pale gold bullets shot into the deadly darkness, bringing up blazing sunlight and neutralizing the anomaly there.

One by one, tarot cards flew over and stuck in different places on the ground.

One of them, in front of Leonard, immediately burst into a stream of crimson flames.

In the midst of the flames, a figure wearing a half-height silk top hat and a black formal suit, with a long tube revolver, walked out, with black hair and brown eyes, a deep silhouette, and a very bookish atmosphere, it was none other than Klein Moretti.

Unable to control the "Poseidon Scepter", he has decisively returned to the real world and came to ring the "death knell"!

"You, it's you, you're still alive! Let's die together!" Inss Zangwill's speed regained and he walked around Klein, trying to force the other man into a dream.

He was pretending just now!

But Crane was unaffected, showing no signs of falling asleep, raised his right hand, and pulled the trigger as if he had a premonition.

Bang!

Ince Zangwille was knocked to the ground by the powerful impact, and the cracks in his head widened and widened.

"That shot was taken for Ms. Dali. Crane spoke in a deep voice, snapped his fingers, and with the help of the rising flames, flashed to the other side of Ince Zangwill.

Ince Zangwill's eyes bulged out, and he moved at high speed, allowing the bad luck to spread, trying to affect the other party, but it didn't help.

"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 pulled the trigger purely on instinct.

Bang!

Ince Zangwill's left leg was broken off in a pale ball of blood.

His running came to an abrupt halt, and he could barely keep his balance.

With the help of the burning tarot card, Crane made continuous fire jumps to prevent himself from falling into the influence of those black "hairs".

"This shot is Mecoos's. ”

"This shot is from the inside caretaker. ”

"This shot was fired by the sabotaged Black Thorn Security Company. ”

"This shot belongs to all the 'night watchmen'. ”

"This shot is my own. ”

With a thud, Crane pulled the trigger and fired silver demon hunting bullets that broke Ince Zangwill's other leg and opened his forehead, causing him to scream lower and lower, and causing him to lie down on the ground.

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

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

He still has the ability to resist!

He's waiting for the other party to get closer, turning the tide with his mythical creature form!

Crane's brown eyes looked at him like that, but they didn't reflect anything.

He pushed harder against the "Deathknea's" revolver and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Ince Zangwill's head exploded like a broken watermelon, spilling splinters and juice everywhere.

"The death knell" rang for him.

Crane raised his left hand and rubbed both eyes away, pushing the real eye hidden underneath back into place.

His brown eyes were misty, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he said in a low voice to Ince Zangwill, who was already dead:

"This shot is the captain's. ”

He didn't give the other party a chance to give his last words, and he didn't want to know what was going on with Ince Zangwill.

He then took one of the remaining tarot cards from his pocket and threw it at Ince Zangwill's body.

This is a reversed "star" card.

At this time, a figure appeared not far away, bending down to pick up the already dim quill.

Dressed in a simple white robe, with a pale gold beard that covered the lower half of his face, and a silver cross pendant hanging from his chest, this figure looked like the most ordinary priest, none other than the king of angels, Adam!

Adam looked at Klein and smiled kindly:

"It's a pity that we couldn't keep the snake. ”

He looked at the quill in his hand, looked at the tarot card again, smiled and added:

"All the gifts of fate have been secretly marked with a price, haven't they?" (Note 1)

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the dilapidated square step by step, leaving behind a sentence like a chant:

"In the presence of the 'audience', Klein Moretti completed a magnificent play, directing a miraculous murder in which he digested the potions and had the spare strength to try to rise through at the end of the play. ”

Crane didn't experience the digestion of the "Master of Secret Puppets" potion and the corresponding feedback, and a flame jumped in front of Dari Simone.

The lady was close to losing control completely, and she said in a daze:

"I don't want to become a monster ......"

"Okay......" Klein looked at her sadly, thinking quickly about what could be done to save a runaway person.

He considered having the other party chant the Fool's name and pull her spirit above the gray mist, but with her body already mutated, it didn't seem to be of much use, unless Daly chose to stay there, and the Blood Flower ring would not solve the problem.

Dali smiled hard and said against the white fluff and pitch-black scales that kept popping up on her body:

"It turned out to be you......

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

She took a breath and smiled bitterly:

"I've had in the past, too much indulgence, he, he's a conservative person, I, I'm inferior. ”

She's almost out of control, and she's 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 young, and he also has low self-esteem. ”

Dai Li smiled, and immediately saw the man in a black trench coat, with a high hairline and dark gray eyes, in a hazy sight, and saw him press his hands to his chest, bend over and stretch his palms, and invite himself to dance.

She reached out her hand, and her thoughts glazed over.

The gray-eyed man in a black trench coat pulled up Dai Li, who was gradually fading away, and danced briskly in Leonard's gaze in the dilapidated square where the fountain was turbulent.

The same material flew out, from golden vines to uglier masks, which gradually blended together under the guidance of the spirit and poured into a metal vial.

In the beautiful dance, Daly leaned forward and leaned into Dunn's arms.

Crane took the potion in his hand, brought it to his mouth, and poured it in.

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

PS: The number of words is too much, so it's a little late, change it first and then change it, and ask for a monthly pass!