Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 460 The Hunt's Revenge Will Surely Come

Watching Ince Zangwell, who was bound by the "Wolf Pleasure Can" and making strange noises, Magician Fowles and Justice Audrey covered their eyes with their hands and looked up at the sky, pretending not to see.

But Ince Zangwell's stammering voice continued to reach their ears, though it was muffled and intermittent because every hole in his body was plugged.

Despite feeling nauseous, Leonard still managed a smile, opened his arms, and made a gesture as if embracing the moon.

"Ince Zangwell, how are you feeling now? How are you feeling?"

You can personally settle old scores, gain the extraordinary traits of a Sequence Four Night Watchman, and complete the Sequence Five advancement ceremony of the Hunting Path.

Simply kill three birds with one stone!
A win-win-win situation! She won three times by herself!
It really got her incredibly excited!

Saikou Nihai Te Yazi Da!

However, her question was destined to go unanswered, because the irrational Ince Zangwill was completely unable to understand his words.

“That’s a bit boring, isn’t it?” Leonard said, raising a finger and pointing to the sky.

The dark cloud created by Leonard's magic overhead began to gather, eventually reaching Ince Zangwell's head and turning the not-so-heavy rain into a waterfall.

The cold, icy rain slapped wildly across his face, but it did nothing to bring Ince Zangwell back to his senses.

but it does not matter.

Leonard raised both hands at the same time, holding a prop in each hand.

Snapped.

The "Blue Secret Drip" held in his right hand was crushed and splashed all over his body. At the same time, he spread his fingers on his left hand and held the "Shining Secret Three-Eight Dice" in his palm.

The next moment, the rain that was falling on Ince Zangwell changed.

With an unlimited supply of spiritual energy in a short period of time, every drop of water in this torrential rain, which was like a waterfall, was imbued with an extraordinary ability, an extraordinary ability equivalent to Sequence Six.

Among them are those that heal and purify...

"Damn, damn!"

Ince Zangwell gradually regained his senses, and his stammering voice turned into a muffled roar.

His grip weakened, and the dull quill slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, but he paid no heed.

He couldn't even maintain his incomplete mythical creature form, and reverted to his ordinary human state, back to that one-eyed dragon with a blind eye.

"Why..." he asked unwillingly.

He didn't even remember offending the girl in front of him.

"Why?" Leonard repeated the word.

"To be honest, I don't hate you anymore. After all, when you invaded us, you didn't actually kill a single person."

"But since I hated you so much, I should at least finish what I started, right? In that case, in order for me to uphold my own personality, I'll just have to ask you to die." Leonard-chan habitually tossed her beautiful black hair.

Inszangwe struggled, squinting at Leonard-chan, when suddenly, the girl's face overlapped with someone from her memory.

"You...it's you? It's actually you!"

"Damn it! I should have killed you when you were unconscious back in Tingen!" Ince Zangwell mumbled a curse. "After I killed you, I left here and went back to Tingen to dig up your teammate's grave!"

Amid the curses, darkness imbued with the aura of death surged from Ince Zangwell's body, enveloping Leonard Mitchell, who was not far away.

“Really? You’re really ambitious.” Leonard just smiled, looking at Ince Zangwell. “But unfortunately, you’re too late.”

“I have personally dug up his grave.”

"How are you? Do you feel like a complete failure? Ashamed beyond measure? Want to kill yourself on the spot? Oh, sorry, I forgot. You can't even commit suicide right now."

He stood still, neither obstructing nor dodging.

A beam of pure white light shone down on him like a spotlight on a stage.

This pure beam of light prevented death and darkness, which had not even reached the fifth level of sequence, from entering.

He raised his head and smiled at Audrey, who stood atop the rainbow and sat atop a white horse. Audrey returned a polite, aristocratic smile.

Amidst laughter and conversation, Leonard retrieved his pistol again and, without even looking, fired four shots based on instinct. The bullets, imbued with the power of the hunter, precisely severed Ince Zangwill's limbs. Clumps of pale blood gushed from the wounds, severing them completely, causing Ince Zangwill, who had been barely managing to maintain a kneeling position, to collapse awkwardly to the ground.

This action seemed to loosen the openings in his body; at the very least, the tentacles of the Wolf Pleasure Can became more active and assertive.

His roars grew fainter and fainter until he finally collapsed to the ground, only occasionally twitching or writhing.

Three minutes wasn't a long time. Leonard hummed an unknown tune like a true midnight poet, took out a bottle, made it float in mid-air, and began to concoct a potion in front of Ince Zangwill.

However, the Destiny Potion doesn't need to be mixed; Leonard simply adds his favorite juice to it to avoid it tasting too bad.

The potion of destiny doesn't increase the sense of loss of control just because something else is added; this is what Pales told him after deciphering it.

It's very humane.

Two minutes passed quickly. Leonard, holding a cup of potion in one hand and a revolver in the other, slowly walked to Ince Zangwell, who was writhing on the ground, and slowly squatted down, pressing the gun against his head.

Just then, mysterious and strange patterns appeared on Ince Zangwell's head, which was about to split open, creating a strong impact.

He still has the ability to resist!

He was waiting for the other party to get closer so that he could use the remaining parts of his mythical creature form to turn the tide!
Leonard just smiled, his emerald green eyes gleaming with amusement as he gazed at the rather attractive pattern on Ince Zangwell's head.

Through the mirror formed by the puddles at his feet, Leonard's reflection could be seen with his eyes closed.

From beginning to end, the Leonard in the mirror was the real Leonard, while the real Leonard was always just a reflection. However, apart from the initial encirclement, the two Leonards remained synchronized to mislead Ince Zangwell.

tear up.

Something was suddenly torn apart.

It seemed as if an unseen hand reached between Leonard and Inszangway, grabbed something unseen and intangible, and then forcefully tore open a small but significant opening.

The boundary between the virtual and the real was briefly blurred.

"You're only judging a phantom thief by appearances? You're incredibly stupid." Leonard chuckled and gently pulled the trigger.

boom!
Gunshots were fired.

Leonard raised his long neck and swallowed the potion in one gulp.

"Oh, I remember now, you don't even know I'm a phantom thief."

"Wouldn't that be even more foolish?"

…………

Inszangwe's head, still wide open in death, slammed to the ground. His lifeless single eye pressed tightly against the ground, staring intently at the slowly dissipating phantom before him and the reflection still standing in the water.

"Run away, run away, run away as you please..."

"But remember, in the face of a true [hunt], you will always be the prey."

"He will eventually find you and nail you to his destiny."

"No matter how much time passes, the hunters' revenge will surely come."

As the last word was written, the quill pen that had been writing in the air seemed to have lost its soul, falling to the ground like a real quill pen.

This is the last story written in this world by the "Alsühold Pen".

In the end, it finally got its wish and became a real writer, no longer forced by some third-rate writer, and could write a story it liked from the bottom of its heart.

A hand, neither rough nor smooth, picked up the pen, its movements gentle like those of a compassionate elder who pities all living beings.

The owner of the one-handed man wore a simple white robe, had a light gold beard that covered the lower half of his face, and wore a silver cross pendant around his neck, looking like the most ordinary priest.

It was Adam, the King of Angels.

He glanced down at the four lines of words on the ground and did not erase them.

Then, he turned his head to look at a blank area beside him, made eye contact with a microbial puppis within it, smiled gently, and nodded.

Finally, he turned and walked away without saying a word, disappearing into the night.

(End of this chapter)