Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 758: The Music Starts
As the silver and gold lights flashed, Ince Zangwill's eyes, which were bulging with blood vessels, twitched, and his mouth opened uncontrollably. A hoarse, crazy voice came from deep in his throat:
"It seems that you still have a little intelligence to think of summoning the big snake to stop Adam. But if you had surrendered earlier, let me pray to the Lord and prepare, the situation should be the opposite now. We are the ones hunting Adam instead of being the prey!"

As he spoke, a trace of doubt flashed across Ince Zangwill's other dark blue, almost black eye. It seemed that he had just realized what he was facing. However, apart from this eye that was observing the outside world, he could not control any part of his body. Even the feather pen in his hand jumped up on its own and wrote on his black robe:

"Soren Einhorn Medici, who was enraged, began to shift the blame to the 'Pen of Alesuhod', but it was himself, the majority of the three evil spirits, who prevented him from praying to the true Creator!
"But even so, Adam's plan was not perfect. During the battle with Ouroboros, the power of the two angel kings accidentally hit a corner of the Church of Bones, creating a crack in it. This was enough to allow the unfortunate Ince Zangwill to leave!"

As the final exclamation mark came to an end, the wings that occupied half of the space inside the church and the golden giant in the other half simultaneously launched a long-accumulated attack. The golden light that seemed to be surging with lightning shot towards Ouroboros, and was then captured by the invisible river beside Him. It returned along the original route, but narrowly missed the giant Adam and hit a black pillar of the church.

The Angel King's full-strength attack blew away countless corpses, and the stained glass next to it shattered in the vibration, and a tiny gap was torn in the space separating the spiritual world and the astral world.

At this moment, Ince Zangwill, who had just been mocking, shut his mouth. His deformed eyeballs with exposed blood vessels suddenly burned. The deep blue and purple high-temperature flames immediately enveloped his entire body. Together with the feather pen that had automatically returned to his hand, it turned into a reverse-flying meteor, rose from the ground, and drilled out of the church through the broken glass window.

boom--

The meteor fell to the ground and disintegrated. The former archbishop, his body intact, walked out slowly. One of his eyes was still bulging with blood vessels. The "Pen of Al-Suhod" in his hand had become slightly dim, and the feathers were curled up.

Writing the two angel kings into its own story is also a very exhausting act for it.

However, outside the Church of Bones was not the square, fountain, and pedestrians he had imagined, but a towering mountain surrounded by stone steps, with a huge cross standing on the top, and countless angels circling around it, just like the huge cross that had just fallen in the Church of Bones.

Ince Zangwill raised his two different eyes at the same time, looking towards the top of the mountain, revealing different emotions in his eyes.

The next second, a silver-white lightning streaked across the black sky, like a divine punishment, striking straight at his head.

This attack of unknown origin broke the mysterious space outside the church, allowing Ins to seize the opportunity and transform himself into a flaming meteor again, drilling out of the gap created by the lightning and landing in the center of the real Resurrection Square.

The fountains here were still flowing, but the wide square was empty. The huge church seemed to be in another world, and the battle between the two angel kings inside did not emit any trace.

Without thinking too much, Ince Zangwill, who had regained some control over his body, was about to borrow the power of the evil spirit in his body and activate the "Spiritual World Shuttle" to leave this place of trouble. However, the crimson moon above his head suddenly dimmed and even disappeared completely, and he was completely enveloped by a deep darkness, and there was a momentary blank in his vision.

This strange change was fleeting, like an illusion, but as a "night watchman" who could bring misfortune to others, he instinctively smelled the breath of danger, noticed the subtle changes in himself, and activated the "spiritual world shuttle" without hesitation.

……Failed.

After standing there for a second or two, Ince Zangwill finally understood what was going on: the evil spirit in his body was no longer under his control. Soren, Einhorn and Medici were arguing among themselves, which caused the evil spirit's power to be extremely dispersed. They attacked each other and could not provide him with any support.

"...If you had listened to me earlier, would this be the case?"

"If your god helped, would you still be packaged and made into potions by Alistair Tudor?"

"Don't forget, you have your share of that potion too!"

"Go ahead and keep arguing. This guy has been cursed with the aura of a god. His fate is inevitable. Haha, I'm waiting to die with you."

The "doom" curse... Listening to the trinity of evil spirits holding a meeting in his head, Ince Zangwill suddenly realized that he could not rely on this guy who was obviously affected by the doom and had already developed schizophrenia. He had no choice but to move his body that had regained control and ran towards the exit of the Resurrection Square. At the same time, he tried to communicate with the surrounding natural spirits, preparing to use their ability to burrow underground and fly to escape from here.

However, the various spirits that were once seen everywhere in the southern continent were now nowhere to be seen. In the entire square and inside and outside the surrounding buildings, there were no spirits that could be used for communication or contract.

Influenced by the church just now?

Ins's sculpture-like face became serious, but he had made various arrangements and planned to hunt for the "Eye of the Goddess", so he must have many backup plans. Without hesitation, he took out a white feather stained with a little oil, rubbed it with his spiritual power to create a flame and burned it.

This was left to him by Palenque Tasib, the "Pale Hand", the demigod of the artificial Death Sect of the Spirit Cult. In a few minutes, this "immortal" who also possesses the ability to travel through the spirit world will descend here and take him away.

But at the same time as he burned the feather to send a signal, the "0-08" on his other hand, the "Pen of Al-Suhod", suddenly slipped out of his control and wrote directly on the cloth on his cuffs:

"Ince Zangwill tried to ask Palenque Tasib for help, which was a reasonable choice in the current situation where he could not leave quickly. However, the person behind the scenes who expelled the surrounding spirits arrived at the scene at a faster speed. It turned out to be the already deceased 'Admiral of Hell' Ludwell!"

The eye that was not blind caught a glimpse of the intricate words on his sleeve, and an idea uncontrollably popped into Ince Zangwill's mind:
what?
Before he could think about it, a figure with a rapier on his waist and a mask on his chest walked out from behind the building at the exit of Resurrection Square.

That was indeed "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell!
This "gatekeeper" did not draw his sword or take out a talisman. Instead, he stretched out his right hand, palm forward, and drove the underworld creatures in his body, unleashing the ability to directly extract the spirits of others.

The pale arm faded, expanded, and stretched out, grabbing towards Ince Zangwill who was ten meters away. Above the latter’s head, an illusory figure gradually separated from his body and floated upwards.

The various quarrels that originally only appeared in Ins's ears now resounded throughout the square.

"... Stop it, these two guys are fighting for our ownership!" "Haha, I don't care! But you, how does it feel to be pursued by two men at the same time?"

"Bullshit, you think I don't know that you used to be..."

Listening to the evil spirits' quarrels that were still confused about the situation, veins popped out on Ince Zangwill's forehead, but he could only activate the underworld in his body. A bronze gate appeared in his eyes, pulling back the evil spirit that he had tried so hard to get rid of before but now regarded as an important possession.

Without the help of the status and power of the evil spirit of the "Red Angel", he would not be able to escape the attack of the mysterious figure who had just brought disaster to him, relying only on the feather pen in his hand, which had little power left.

However, this action, which could easily succeed given his level and strength, somehow resulted in repeated failures, causing the evil spirit to be pulled out of his body intact, floating between him and the "Admiral of Hell", creating a brief tug-of-war.

Something was wrong... Ince Zangwill suddenly became alert and looked at his cuffs.

The dull, half-used feather pen had written two sentences at some point:

"During the battle with Ludwell for Soren Einhorn Medici, Ince Zangwill kept making mistakes, which made it difficult for him, a demigod, to distinguish himself from the Sequence 5 Gatekeeper. This gave the Red Angel evil spirit a brief opportunity to move freely. This was of course due to bad luck, but the evil spirit's own will also played a role... Alas, the evil spirit has revealed its true purpose. He wants to abandon the unlucky Ince and take away the Pen of Alesuhod!"

what?
Looking at the cuffs covered with fine text, Ince Zangwill, who was once the Archbishop of the Church of Evernight and had handled important holy relics and had experienced many battles, inevitably fell into a brief blank in his mind.

The illusory figure between him and the "Admiral of Hell" suddenly revealed its true form. It was a young and handsome man with flaming red hair, wearing blood-stained black armor. There were many scars of rot to the bone on his face, and there was a flag-like mark on his forehead.

The quarreling sounds echoing in the square also stopped at the same time, leaving only a mocking laugh.

"Ah."

When Ince Zangwill and the "Admiral of Hell" briefly experienced instability in their small underworlds due to losing their target, the "Red Angel" evil spirit pulled out a palm-sized card from between his brows, rubbed it with his fingers as if removing some kind of seal, and then stuffed it directly into his chest.

He immediately put on a crimson robe over his armor, his face was covered with a dark golden mask, and on his head he wore a crown inlaid with gems of many different colors.

This made the aura of iron and blood on his body even stronger. Even Ince Zangwill, a demigod, trembled. His clenched left hand loosened involuntarily, and the feather pen that wrote his future destiny flew out on its own and fell into the palm of the "Red Priest" Soren Einhorn Medici.

The next second, the evil spirit, which had gained the ability to act independently with the help of the "Card of Blasphemy" and the "Hunter" extraordinary characteristic in its body, entered the spirit world and disappeared without a trace.

----

"This is not a good plan. You should know that Adam's goal is this Alesuhod pen..."

In the spiritual world with overlapping blocks of colors, the wound on the left side of the face of the "Red Angel" who was quickly traveling was like lips that kept opening and closing, making a low sound.

"Wouldn't it be better to skip that useless cursed 'Night Watcher' and work directly with this pen?"

The wound on the other side of his face retorted.

"What's the purpose of the cooperation? Even if Adam and the snake are both injured in the fight, we can't do anything to him for the time being. This pen has consumed too much power and it won't be of any use."

"Just like before, continue to search for Beyonder characteristics. As long as we obtain divinity, we can truly stabilize our status and no longer need to rely on this 'blasphemous card'..."

……

Amid the quarrel, the evil spirit continued to travel through the spirit world until it reached the limit of maintaining a single journey, then it left the colorful spirit world and briefly returned to the real world.

But as soon as he fell into the night, he sensed something was wrong.

Not far away, silver-white lightning flashed across the sky and fell to the ground. Faint rumbling and roaring sounds reached the ears, and the surroundings were still the familiar streets of Kukwa City.

After traveling through the spirit world for a long time, he actually returned to the city he had just escaped from!
As if sensing something, the "Red Angel" evil spirit slowly raised its head and looked above itself. Its sight passed over a pair of white bare feet, briefly paused on the elegant and mysterious black dress, and finally fell on the light golden long hair and crown.

"The 'Witch' card?"

The evil spirit sneered.

"interesting."

(End of this chapter)