Secret: The undead do not die in the fire

Chapter 85 It is your honor to die in the mouth of the Dog Firewood King

While fighting was going on in the Hillston area.

In a secret house somewhere in Backlund, Ince Zangwill was sitting at the table in his bedroom, writing a story.

"Ash Black, the Night Watchman of the Church of Night, followed the clues and found Mr. A's residence. He saw the fake 'Mr. A' in the bedroom and mistook him for Mr. A himself."

"He didn't realize that Mr. A's true self was actually hidden in the fake 'Mr. A's' body. When he tried to kill him, he was ambushed and killed by the real Mr. A in his stomach." (crossed out)

"Ash Black has unleashed a strange spell that has blocked all of Mr. A's extraordinary powers! Mr. A, who can only maintain his meatball form, cannot possibly be a match for Ash Black!"

Ince Zangwill's expression darkened.

Once again, the 'future' he wrote was denied, and '0-08' wrote a new future on its own.

No, that is not the future.

It is the 'past' that has already happened.

But he did not give up. Instead, he immediately seized '0-08' and continued to try to rewrite the future.

"Mr. A successfully escaped to the basement. Ash Black thought he had it all figured out, so he didn't chase him right away, just like a cat catching a mouse."

"In the basement, Mr. A successfully delayed for enough time. The spell cast by Ash Black finally failed, and Mr. A was able to use his extraordinary abilities to regain the upper hand!"

"Using the recording power given to him by the Dark Sage, he successfully killed Ash Black!" (crossed out)

"Ash Black transformed into the Black Knight and easily neutralized Mr. A's attack, completely breaking down Mr. A's psychological defenses."

"boom!"

Ince Zangwill slammed his fist on the table, his face looking terribly gloomy.

Holding '0-08' in his hand, he was supposed to be the 'God' who controlled the future and wrote the fate of others.

But now, someone is going against the fate he wrote again and again!
This feeling of being out of control made him feel very uneasy.

There is even a vague sense of urgent crisis.

But he soon calmed down and his pale face returned to normal.

"Ash Black was so absorbed in the painting on the wall that he failed to notice that Mr. A had quietly appeared behind him."

“Even though he was terrified, Mr. A still remembered his mission. In order to protect Lanevus from harm, he chose to self-destruct and push Ash Black towards the painting!”

"He succeeded! The force of the explosion successfully pushed him and Ash Black into the world of painting."

After writing all this, Ince Zangwill couldn't help but feel relieved.

At least the results are good.

However, soon his expression froze again.

"Lanevus walked out of the basement and met Archbishop Anthony of the Church of Night."

Ince Zangwill's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly continued writing.

"The movement in the house attracted the attention of another Sequence 3 demigod nearby. Her name is..."

"Bernadette Gustave."

"She has been looking for an opportunity to be promoted, and now she has found Lanevus by chance. In order to get promoted, she will not easily give up this hard-won opportunity, even if it means offending the Church of Evernight!"

"They fought over the ownership of Lanevus, and Bernadette had a slight advantage."

"The two men were so overwhelmed by the battle that no one noticed Lanevus's presence. Taking advantage of the chaos, Lanevus quietly fled the battlefield."

"Snapped!!"

In the Hillston area, Mr. A's house has been completely reduced to ruins.

Lanevus was hiding in the ruins, quietly moving towards a manhole cover not far away.

"That place, as long as we can reach that place..."

Lanevus stared at the manhole cover in front of him.

At that moment, the ordinary and somewhat dirty and smelly manhole cover turned into a shining angel.

at last.

His palm touched the manhole cover.

In just one more second, he would be able to crawl into the sewer and escape from this damn place!
"Snapped!"

A pea vine shot down from the sky and wrapped around Lanevus' body in the blink of an eye, completely binding him up and sealing his mouth and nose, so that he could only make a whimpering sound.

Even the real creator in his chest was silent at this moment.

After all, the true creator has just begun to transform this body, and it cannot contain too much power.

They could only watch as Lanevus was tied up by pea vines and fell into the air.

Anthony was about to take action.

But he stopped when he saw this scene.

Lanevus's current affiliation is not important.

What matters is who gets his final destination.

In that case, let him be hung first, at least this way he can't escape. ...

"Lanewus quietly fled the battlefield." (crossed out)

"Just as Lanevus was about to escape into the sewer, a pea vine caught him again."

"waste!"

Ince Zangwill cursed angrily.

Even the coincidence he created with '0-08' couldn't help you escape.

How could the true Creator choose you as his vehicle?

what?
Did he choose this person?

Ince Zangwill's face darkened. It seemed that Lanevus was indeed chosen by him.

Originally this was just a discarded piece.

But after he was chosen by the true Creator, he became an indispensable and important chess piece.

There was no way Ince Zangwill would just give up on him.

But the current situation is somewhat beyond his control.

Although he has been promoted to a Sequence 4 Demigod, and although he holds a powerful weapon like '0-08'.

But even so, it was still a bit difficult for him to control the "coincidence" between demigods.

Especially Sequence 3 demigods, who often do things beyond his expectations and destroy the future he had originally written.

But he has no choice now.

He must help Lanevus escape. Lanevus cannot die!
But now Anthony and Bernadette had obviously reached some kind of tacit understanding, and it was impossible for Lanevus to escape from them.

"In that case, let's introduce new variables!"

Ince Zangwill gritted his teeth. Although the more demigods he wrote, the less control he had over the 'future', he had no choice now.

"The Dark Saint is in Backlund. He noticed that something happened in Mr. A's house and rushed to the scene immediately, but he was not in a hurry to take action."

"While Anthony and Bernadette were fighting, the Dark Saint suddenly rescued Lanevus. However, as a Sequence 4, he did not want to fight too much with the other two demigods, and only wanted to take Lanevus away from the scene as soon as possible!"

……

"Snapped!"

The vines that originally bound Lanevus disappeared silently.

Lanevus fell from mid-air with a look of astonishment on his face.

At the same time, the figure of the Dark Saint quietly emerged and appeared beside Lanevus.

He grabbed him by the collar and prepared to flash away again.

The moment Lanevus saw the Dark Saint, he felt hopeless.

to him.

If he were asked to choose one among these three demigods.

His first choice was the strange demigod, followed by Anthony, the Archbishop of the Church of Night.

Finally comes the Dark Saint!
But the one who came to pick peaches was the Dark Saint!
Bernadette and Anthony stopped almost at the same time, and immediately attacked the Dark Saint at the same time, trying to prevent him from escaping.

However, the Dark Saint was well prepared and blocked the attacks of the two.

He even gave the two demigods a mocking smile.

However, the next second, two red lights flashed at the edge of his vision.

By the time he reacted, a red light had appeared in front of him.

He finally saw the true identity of the red light.

It was a dog, a corrupt wild dog with red eyes and almost skinny to the point of being just bones!

"Ouch!"

The Dog Fire King opened his bloody mouth and roared as he bit towards Lanevus' neck.

The Dark Saint's pupils shrank sharply, but he was still fending off attacks from the other two demigods and had no way of freeing up a third hand!

He could only watch helplessly as the other party bit Lanevus.

As Lanevus looked shocked, he pulled out his head by the roots and bit it into pieces.

"Crack!"