Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After breaking through the Church of Bones, Ince Zangwill did not return directly to the open-air square in the dock area, but came to the foot of a mountain surrounded by light.

In front of him were layers of stone steps that coiled around the mountain and led to the top, where stood a huge cross with countless angels circling and surrounding it.

Boom! Boom!

An exaggerated thunder suddenly sounded, and countless silver-white lightning fell from higher up, breaking the scene of the mountain surrounded by angels and returning the surroundings to an open-air square.

Ince Zangwill's figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only a transparent and blurry spirit in his place. He was struck by the lightning that followed and was instantly annihilated.

Having lost Medici's evil spirit, he no longer had the ability to travel through the spirit world. Just as he was beginning to feel annoyed, his vision suddenly darkened for a moment, then returned to normal, as if he was just dazzled.

As the former archbishop of the Church of Evernight and a Sequence 4 Night Watcher, Ince Zangwill keenly noticed the dangerous aura that just passed by.

The 0-08 in his hand began to write uncontrollably again:

"The unfortunate Ince Zangwill has lost the evil spirit in his body and no longer has the ability to roam the spirit world. Anderson, who he previously regarded as his prey, is waiting to hunt him down."

"Because of the previous battle between the angels, his mental barrier was torn apart, and he was also infected with the 'mental plague'. His condition is already precarious, and he may collapse and fall into madness at any time."

"This is an evaluation from a professional psychologist!"

"Now that the positions of hunter and prey have been reversed, things are getting interesting. Can the unfortunate Ince Zangwill escape the hunt from the dark?"

"Hmph!" Ince Zangwill snorted coldly, pinching the quill that he wanted to continue writing with force, looking around, and quickly ran away from the dock.

boom! boom! boom!

One after another, red and almost white fireballs cut through the quiet air and attacked Ince Zangwill.

A whimpering wind suddenly surged out of his body, swirling and whistling, pushing the fireballs approaching in the air away from their original direction.

Red and white fireballs bombarded the area around the open-air square, raising clouds of dust.

"Admiral of Hell" Ludwell appeared silently in the square. In his right hand, he held an exaggerated pair of scissors that looked like they were used to trim branches, and he had a cold silver-white mask on his face.

Ludwell stretched out his free left hand, and his arm, forearm, and fingers quickly became ethereal, expanded, and stretched out, grabbing towards Ince Zangwill.

During this process, his palm quickly turned pale, pulling and dragging Ince Zangwill's spirit with a strange attraction.

Soon, a transparent, illusory figure began to emerge above Ince Zangwill's head.

The illusory bronze gate in Ince Zangwill's eyes quickly took shape, dragging his spirit back from floating out of his body.

This should have been an easy task for him who was already at Sequence 4, but for some reason, he made several mistakes in a row and could only engage in a tug-of-war with Ludville in a short period of time.

Anderson looked at the "Hell Admiral" who suddenly appeared here with some astonishment, but after seeing him and Ince Zangwill in a tug-of-war, he immediately made a decision, pushed his hands forward, and quickly condensed a group of fire crows around him, allocating a little spirituality to each fire crow, and adding the effects of "precision" and "harvest".

The red crows with a hint of white flames drew arcs in the air and rushed towards Ince Zangwill from different directions and angles.

Ince Zangwill's eagerness caused him to make another mistake during the struggle. His spirit was once again separated from his body by a large distance, and his body fell into a state of temporary unconsciousness.

boom!

The flaming crow accurately hit Ince Zangwill's chest, exploding a large piece of flesh and blood. His figure immediately disappeared in the flames, leaving only a transparent and blurry spirit, which was swept by the flames and quickly turned into ashes.

Ince Zangwill's figure reappeared on the other side of the open-air square. The moment his figure appeared, invisible waves dissipated unsmoothly, and the surroundings suddenly darkened, as if it was deep into the night. A feeling of tranquility and peace descended along with the starlight.

Anderson only felt that the emotions and desires in his mind were strangely smoothed out. He became desireless and didn't want to do anything. He just stood there in a daze.

Ludwell, who was already a secret doll, was not affected too much because Klein, who was manipulating the secret doll in the dark, was just out of the range of "Requiem".

Under his manipulation, Ludville stretched out his hands holding the huge pair of scissors and stretched them forward, cutting continuously, making a clicking sound.

Thin silver blades emerged from thin air from where Ince Zangwill was.

Ince Zangwill was suddenly stunned for a moment. Someone was forcibly pulling him into a dream. Although it was unsuccessful, it made him miss the best time to avoid the attack.

The sound of flesh being torn was heard instantly. The clothes on his neck, chest, and lower abdomen were torn, and bright red blood gushed out.

Klein glanced at Leonard and Ms. Daly who had arrived via the "Spiritual World Shuttle". He decisively asked Ludwell to throw the scissors in his hand to Leonard, and he set up the ritual again, preparing to enter the gray fog and use the Scepter of Poseidon to launch his most powerful attack.

The moment she saw Ince Zangwill, Daly's eyes were filled with hatred. She took a few steps to the side, distanced herself from Leonard, then opened her hands and pushed hard into the void.

A bronze door with countless strange patterns, which was difficult to describe in detail, appeared out of thin air and creaked open a crack.

A terrifying suction force came from behind the door. Bloody arms without skin, slippery tentacles with teeth, and vines with baby faces stretched out from the darkness behind the door and grabbed Ince Zangwill with all their might!

Leonard looked at the huge pair of scissors stuck at his feet, and glanced at the "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell in confusion, only to find that the other party had disappeared.

"What does it mean?"

"Take it up. If you are lucky enough, this magical item can instantly deal a heavy blow to the former Archbishop of the Church of Evernight who is in poor condition."

Pales' voice suddenly echoed in Leonard's mind.

A look of surprise flashed across his eyes. Leonard reached out to pull out the scissors stuck in the ground, and whispered in his heart:

"Old man? You, you are asleep, aren't you?"

"There are Amons everywhere here. How can I fall asleep? I might never wake up at some point."

Pales replied unhappily, then fell silent.

Suddenly, illusory cracking sounds echoed around, and everyone looked up in surprise, looking towards the top of their heads.

Adam's Corpse Church is looming, as if overlapping with reality. The surrounding starlight is disintegrating this magnificent church bit by bit.

In the Church of Bones, the genie rejected Renekton's request for another wish and retracted into the wishing lamp.

Around Renekton, the starlight suddenly became bright and dazzling, and the starlight quickly eroded the Bone Church, allowing it to re-establish connection with the astral world and the spiritual world.

At this moment, the voice of the Djinn suddenly echoed in Renekton's mind:

"Let me remind you that you have been infected with the 'mental plague' and have been psychologically influenced by Adam. If you don't deal with it in time, the consequences will be very serious."

Renekton lowered his eyes to look at the wishing lamp in his hand, pulled the corner of his mouth, and said with a sigh:

"Destiny is on our side."

The lamp god sneered disdainfully:

"Fate can only make these effects less deadly when they erupt, but it doesn't mean they are not deadly. Even those guys who can represent fate to a certain extent cannot guarantee that they will not be injured or die."

“You’d better be able to distinguish which ideas are your own and which ideas are imposed on you by others.”

Renekton did not respond to the Djinn's words. His body instantly became ethereal and decomposed into streams of pure and complex information, pouring out from the cracks in the Bone Church eroded by starlight.

Following his movement, Erihog, who was entangled with Amon, also flapped his wings, smashed the stained glass window of the church directly, and flew out.

After leaving the Bone Church, the dragon's body expanded rapidly, and in an instant it became the size of a hill.

Erihog, in the form of a giant dragon, raised his head and roared in the sky. The soul-shaking roar continued to echo, giving everyone in Port Berens a psychological hint to flee from here.

The sound of the wind carried the dragon's pressure and strong will, blowing in all directions. All creatures caught in it were in a state of uncontrollable body, mind and spirit.

The entire port of Berens was plunged into chaos. Some people stood still trembling, some fled blindly and irrationally, some suffered from incontinence and their legs fell limply, and some had fanatical expressions, as if they had become the followers of a giant dragon.

The few people who were surrounding and killing Ince Zangwill in the open square also fell into a state of paralysis for a short time.

Vast and pure streams of information fell from mid-air and quickly gathered to reconstruct Renekton's body. Brilliant starlight surrounded him, outlining the symbols of doors.

Before Amon and Adam in the Church of Bones came out, he teleported Anderson, Leonard and others in the square, including the hidden Klein, out of the city.

As soon as he finished his action, a red-purple flaming spear flew out of the Church of Bones and pierced into the ground of the square.

The flames quickly disintegrated and reunited, transforming into Medici Soren Einhorn, a handsome man wearing blood-stained armor and with flaming red hair.

There was a long scar on each side of his cheek, extending from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ear, which made him look more ferocious and ruthless. The red and purple flames spontaneously gathered in his hands, forming an exaggeratedly wide straight sword.

Beside him, the figure of Ouroboros was quickly outlined, his simple linen robe showing some burn marks.

Renekton looked at Medici Soren Einhorn, whose breathing was disordered and whose chest was heaving violently, and Ouroboros, who looked like he had just experienced a fire, for a moment, and sneered:

"You two together can't beat Adam?"