As soon as the "Lucky Thief" charm left
At that moment, Leonard felt his skin tingling, as if lightning was already dancing on it, with a slight, needle-like pain, and his body seemed about to turn to ash at any moment.
But then, he wasn't struck by unbearable agony; it was as if nothing had happened.
No, something did happen: a lightning bolt, claws extended, viciously struck the ground in front of him, shattering the earth and charring the soil.
Just as Leonard Mitchell used the "Lucky Thief" charm, Klein deliberately diverted his lightning strike from Ince Zangwill!
"Ah!"
A piercing scream sounded. The dense darkness around Ince Zangwill couldn't neutralize the storm woven from silver-white lightning, and his body was engulfed.
He had taken on the fate that was meant for Leonard Mitchell—to be swallowed by the "Lightning Storm"!
Boom!
A low roll of thunder exploded, the forest of lightning quickly dissipated. But before the previous lightning storm had fully ended, more silver-white beams fell from the sky, stirring up new waves.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The thunder god's roars came one after another. The frequency of lightning, which had just decreased, returned to normal and became even more relentless. Even though layers of darkness surged outward from Ince Zangwill's location, they couldn't extinguish all the silver-white light.
After several storms, the blinding light finally dimmed, and small electrical snakes weakly scurried around.
Ince Zangwill was still standing, not fallen.
But his head, with its black eye sockets, blood-red mass, and mysterious symbols, had cracked open. Through the cracks, charred flesh and grayish-white fluid slowly oozed.
Four "legs" at his sides and waist were completely charred and curled up, as if they would fall off with the slightest touch.
Not only were there no white feathers on them, but the blood vessels wrapped around the surface had also carbonized and crumbled, scattering on the ground, matching the state of his body.
Yet even so, Ince Zangwill did not die. A being endowed with divinity possesses a vitality unimaginable for ordinary people!
The blood-red mass in his eyes grew even denser, his violent and mad aura did not diminish, and his heart was full of regret and a desire to vent his rage.
He cursed himself for only fleeing in the initial stage instead of killing the enemies on the scene. If he had used his abilities without hesitation and fully displayed the terror of a demigod, he could certainly have killed Daly Simone and Leonard Mitchell amidst the lightning, and wouldn't have been so embarrassed by two mid-sequence Beyonders.
"Damn, damn!" Ince Zangwill roared. He threw away the dimmed quill "0-08" and, using his remaining four legs, pounced at Leonard Mitchell.
Leonard was about to move, but suddenly felt a chill on his body, as if he was being entangled by fine threads stretching from the darkness, from dreams, and he could no longer move.
Boom!
A lightning bolt struck Ince Zangwill, but he only staggered, shedding a few more pieces of charred flesh. He didn't stop his attack, instead flashing a cruel smile.
After that strike, he was absolutely certain that the one manipulating the lightning from behind the scenes was near his limit and could no longer use demigod-level abilities!
And Leonard, entangled by countless invisible threads, felt his mind calming down, as if he no longer wanted to resist and wished to sleep in the darkness.
Unable to move, he lightly bit his tongue, briefly regaining some clarity. The transparent book in front of him again sang an ethereal chant:
"I came, I saw, I recorded!"
A howling wind echoed, and a terrifying cyclone roared toward Ince Zangwill as he lunged.
It snapped those black, thread-like illusions, and Leonard regained his freedom of movement.
Woo!
Ince Zangwill was thrown into the air, crashing heavily to the ground. Deep cracks appeared all over his body, from which pale blood flowed.
Having lost another front leg, he still didn't die. He stood up again, his gaze fixed on the night poet who still hadn't opened his eyes.
Without any warning, Leonard slipped and fell to the ground. He tried to get up but kept losing his balance, even failing to create wind to lift himself.
"Damn! Back in Tingen, I should have killed you while you were unconscious!" Ince Zangwill growled through gritted teeth. "That woman is about to die, and so are you!"
Cursing, he limped toward Leonard's location, seemingly having lost the ability to move quickly, his expression extremely ferocious:
"Your captain was so annoying, and your teammate too, and you too!
"When I kill you, I'll go back to Tingen and dig up their graves!"
Under his curses, darkness carrying a sense of death surged from Ince Zangwill's body, shrouding the nearby Leonard Mitchell.
Leonard felt misfortune closing in, but he was helpless, not even daring to open his eyes.
Bang!
A gunshot sounded. A pale gold bullet shot into the deathly darkness, bringing with it blazing sunlight, neutralizing the anomaly.
Slap! Tarot cards flew over, landing in different places on the ground.
One of them, in front of Leonard, immediately burst into crimson flames.
Out of the flames stepped a figure wearing a half-top hat, black formal wear, carrying a long-barreled revolver. He had black hair and brown eyes, deep features, and a scholarly aura. It was
Unable to continue wielding the Sea God's Scepter, he decisively returned to the real world, bringing "
"You! It is you! You really are alive! Die together!" Ince Zangwill quickly regained his speed, circling around Klein, trying to force him into a dream.
He had been faking all along!
But Klein was unaffected, showing no sign of falling asleep. He raised his right hand, and as if predicting the moment, pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Ince Zangwill was thrown to the ground by the powerful impact, the cracks on his head widening even further.
"That shot was for Miss Daly," Klein said coldly. He snapped his fingers and, using the rising flames, teleported to Ince Zangwill's other side.
Ince Zangwill's eyes bulged. He moved rapidly, spreading misfortune to affect Klein, but it had no effect.
"This shot is for Leonard."
All the Tarot cards ignited at once, like a blooming firework. Klein teleported behind Ince Zangwill, pulled back the hammer, and by sheer instinct, pulled the trigger.