Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 247 Turning to Ashes

When that little sun appeared in Klein's hand, the ceiling of the entire Blackthorn Security Company was blown off, and endless sunlight was drawn down, amplifying the power of the spell.

"That's too hasty." Truman, from the St. Serena Church in the next block, naturally saw the sudden bright sunlight.

He also saw the forcibly arranged fate.

Ince Zangwell was carrying out his own plans.

"Is being this bad a talent? Writing a script like this is no better than just controlling Dunn directly," Truman complained.

In order to achieve his goal, Ince Zangwell has abandoned most of the logic and contradictions, relying entirely on his ability as a "writer" to forcefully advance the plot.

"But this saves a lot of trouble, it's delivered right to our door, such a dedicated messenger is rare."

Truman began to enter the secret passage through the Charis Gate toward Blackthorn Security, where he would probably be finished.

boom!

In Klein's senses, the entire building was trembling, and the sunlight in his hand completely enveloped the Witch of Despair.

"There are such advanced talismans?" Although the Witch of Despair was surprised, her own powerful strength still gave her full confidence.

She raised her hand, and an illusory mirror materialized in front of her, blocking the blazing sun.

This is a mirror substitute; after reaching the level of a demigod, it is powerful enough to shield her from attacks at the demigod level.

Just then, Leonard stretched out his right hand, with a red vein wrapped around his wrist.

This is the "Vein Thief," a sealed artifact behind the Chanis Gate, whose specific effect is to steal life or extraordinary abilities.

Leonard's eyes were more serious than ever before, his five fingers loosely grasping, and his wrist twisting slightly.

He was "lucky" enough to steal the "Mirror Substitute" ability directly, so the "sun" truly crashed down on the Witch of Despair.

Klein and Leonard's teamwork was perfect, but after the sunlight dimmed slightly, a figure still stood in the same spot.

The difference is that the Witch of Despair now has a charred and broken wand beneath her.

This is the substitute magic that witches excel at.

Of course, the witch also had to pay a price for directly taking this "Sunfire Spell".

Her elaborate and beautiful clothes had several holes in them, and some strands of her hair had turned a burnt yellow.

The Witch of Despair's eyes were filled with terrifying black flames. Her figure suddenly swayed, grabbing Triss's neck. At the same time, the spider web that filled the void was also burning with black flames, forcibly breaking through the night domain created by Saint Selena's ashes.

"You deserve to die." The words of the Witch of Despair dealt another blow to Dunn, Klein, and Leonard, who coughed repeatedly and felt dizzy.

This was an "illness"—fever, dizziness, and pneumonia all broke out at once, almost destroying all of the three people's resistance.

The Witch of Despair held Triss in one hand while the other hand was still tangling the charred hair.

Her expression darkened slightly. She tossed the unconscious Triss behind her, and a mirror appeared there. Triss disappeared into the mirror.

—The Witch Cult values ​​Triss far more than one could have imagined; in fact, more than one person has come here.

She looked at Klein and the other two again, intending to sacrifice their flesh and blood to the Primordial Witch, one of whom was a "Dream Cultist," whom the "Primordial" would greatly appreciate.

"Lady Despair, I can easily take care of that."

At that moment, a pair of shiny leather boots stepped into the Blackthorn Security Company, and a middle-aged man with dark blond hair walked in through the broken door.

"Are you the one who wrote to me?" Lady Despair looked at Ince Zangwell.

She was able to get here thanks to Ince Zangwell's "friendly help."

But those who can reach the level of demigods are no fools. The Witch of Despair glanced at the urn of ashes that Dunn was holding in his chest and her face darkened.

"You're plotting against me?!"

"It's just a collaboration." Ince Zangwell took out his classic quill pen, ready to write on his clothes at any moment, and walked toward Dunn.

0-08... The Witch of Despair recognized the sealed artifact.

She made her decision in an instant, coldly watching Ince Zangwell get closer and closer to Dunn and the others, waiting ruthlessly.

After this incident, she may gain an ally, Ince Zangwill, who possesses the sealed artifact "0-08," and whose abilities could significantly impact the Witch Cult's plans.

The terrifying pressure caused Dunn and his two companions, who were already nearing their limits, to collapse to the ground.

The ailing Dunn was even unable to remove his own heart to deliver the final blow.

"It's finally coming to an end," Ince Zangwell sighed, writing the words on his clothes with a quill pen.

"Yes, it's finally coming to an end." A slightly indifferent voice left Ince Zangwell and the Witch of Despair speechless with shock.

"The Death Archon?!" The Witch of Despair's eyes widened in shock when she saw the newcomer.

"That's an old title." Azik Eggers took off his top hat and glanced at the Witch of Despair.

The Witch of Despair, filled with terror, instinctively tried to back away and jump into the mirror world to escape.

"Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Perhaps I even know your mother or your mom."

Azik's tone was as if he were catching up with an old friend.

Upon hearing this, the Despairing Lady froze completely, her mind replaying the terrifying legends of the "Death Archon" from the Quaternary period.

"Ince Zangwell? Is that the one who wants to tamper with my son's tomb?"

Ince Zangwell's face was deathly pale, his body completely frozen like a corpse, only the quill pen in his hand could move.

"The term 'Death Archon' is historically associated with terms like death and terror, and coupled with His 'Death God' pathway, the bishop of the Church of St. Serena..."

The quill pen, which was writing in the air, suddenly stopped. It seemed to have seen something even more terrifying, and the soft feathers on the quill pen all popped open.

"Die!" Azik seemed to smile as he watched the quill feathers explode, then calmly pronounced Ince Zangwell's death.

Ince Zangwell began to develop small black spots, which quickly expanded and spread across his body.

His body then decomposed rapidly, oozing yellowish-green pus, until chunks of flesh fell to the ground.

The eyeball detached from the crater and hit the ground, rolling to Klein's front and staring directly into Klein's eyes.

This was a little joke between a teacher and a student... Well, Mr. Azik probably doesn't have much of a talent for humor, as can be seen from the cold sweat on Klein's face.

The next second, eyeballs, flesh and even bones, everything turned to ashes, and the clothes that had lost their support fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

(End of this chapter)