Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

"Ince Zangwell".

Ember gazed at him silently, and said in a calm tone:

"I wasn't originally waiting for you here, but it doesn't matter anyway, the result is the same."

Ince Zangwell stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with extreme vigilance.

Although the man in front of him looked like an ordinary night watchman, Ince Zangwell dared not be careless in the slightest, because he had dealt with him in Tingen before. Although it was a one-sided interaction, the other party had not noticed his presence.

But Ash Black still managed to change the course of "fate" several times, which is enough to prove that the other party was of extremely high status.

Now, the fact that the other party can appear here without interference from '0-08' means that the other party is very likely also an angel! For Ince Zangwell, this is definitely not good news.

What good attitude could an angel, especially one closely connected to the Church of the Night, possibly have towards this traitor of the Church of the Night?

Ince Zangwell's expression was tense. He knew that if he wanted to escape, he had to turn the tide once again!

Only angels of equal rank can defeat an angel.

Ince Zangwell picked up "0-08" and quickly wrote it on his clothes on his arm:

"Ahomatova Einhorn defeated Azik's historical projection and intended to continue pursuing Gehrman Sparrow. However, a commotion nearby caught his attention. He discovered Ince Zangwill on the outskirts and, based on their good working relationship, decided to lend him a hand!"

As the last stroke of the classic quill pen fell, Ahomatowa Einhorn, dressed in the uniform of the commander of Fussack, quietly appeared not far away. He noticed the two people who were "at a stalemate" and focused his gaze on the quill pen in Ince Zangwell's hand.

Ince Zangwell may die, but '0-08' must belong to the Fussac Empire!

Ahomatova Einhorn immediately made a decision and decided to help Ince Zangwell.

Although the man opposite him looked extraordinary, He didn't intend to get entangled in a prolonged fight. He just wanted to buy some time; he couldn't very well be killed instantly by the other party, could he?

With this in mind, Ahomatowa Einhorn quietly approached and said to Ince Zangwell in a detached tone:

"Walk."

"good!"

Ince Zangwell breathed a sigh of relief and gripped '0-08' tightly.

Ahomatowa Einhorn's demeanor exuded the air of a strongman; his calm and composed demeanor clearly demonstrated his considerable confidence, which was a stroke of good fortune for Ince Zangwell.

As long as Ahomatova Einhorn can hold off Ash Black, he has a chance to create enough 'coincidences' to escape...

But before Ince Zangwell could even put pen to paper, a dazzling golden sun suddenly appeared before his eyes!

The sun, radiating light and heat, filled his vision, but its brilliant rays were not dazzling. Instead, they gave him the feeling of being naked in the dead of winter, suddenly seeing the warmth and comfort of a campfire.

The next second, the dazzling sun rapidly condensed into a long spear!

In the blink of an eye, the spear had disappeared from Ince Zangwell's sight, but the golden light still shone brightly.

The direction of the brilliance has changed slightly; it was previously in the hands of the embers.

And now, it's on Ahomatova Einhorn's chest!

Ahomatowa Einhorn stared blankly at his pierced chest, the Spear of Sunlight still embedded in his body, its divine light tormenting him relentlessly.

Pain, unbearably intense pain, pain I had never felt since becoming an angel!

He, who had become an angel, was so easily pierced through the heart, even when He was on guard. All His defenses failed completely, not even allowing for a moment's delay!

Ahomatowa Einhorn's gaze as he looked at the embers had changed; he knew it was an emotion called fear!

Since becoming an angel, even the gods cannot instill fear in Him; even the God of War can only inspire awe in Him.

But now, fear almost instantly took over His heart!

That was the fear of death!

"escape!"

Ahomatowa Einhorn had only one thought in his mind: He had to escape!

Get out of here as soon as possible!

Only now did He realize how ridiculous His previous thoughts had been!

Such a being is absolutely incomparable to mere angels, not even the King of Angels; that is a power that only gods can possess!

Who gave Him the courage to believe He could stop a god?

Whatever happens to Ince Zangwell and '0-08', if they stay any longer, even He Himself will perish here!

However—Ince Zangwell shared the same idea.

"Above the angels!"

When Ince Zangwell discovered that Ahomatova Einhorn had been severely injured, his fear had reached an unbearable level, because he was able to deeply understand one thing—no matter what, an angel is an angel!

A Sequence 1 angel might be able to overwhelm a Sequence 2 angel in battle, but it can never easily inflict serious damage, not even if they are of the same type!

That's why Ince Zangwell understood that only those at the Sequence 1 level or above could so easily cripple an angel!

of course.

If it were a true god, they could easily annihilate an angel—unless the angel is exceptionally skilled at preserving their life.

Judging from the current situation, the 'god' on the other side is not complete, or perhaps he has some reservations. But in any case, it is an undeniable fact that the other side cannot unleash its full power.

In other words, he still has a chance!

Fear didn't break Ince Zangwell; instead, it strengthened his will to survive. He was willing to pay any price to live!

Thinking of this, he picked up '0-08' again and quickly wrote on his clothes:

"Ahomatova Einhorn was in poor condition. His survival instinct drove him to abandon Ince Zangwill and run away on his own, but he knew very well that he could not escape the hands of the gods, even if he abandoned Ince Zangwill."

"So, he chose to pray to his own god!"

Faced with the threat of war, Ash Black decided to deal with Ahomatowa Einhorn first. Because Ince Zangwill was only a demigod, he was confident that leaving him alone wouldn't pose any threat!

As an angel, Ahomatowa Einhorn could easily perceive and resist the influence of '0-08', as could the angels in the Church of Bones.

But they did not do so because they did not believe it would pose any threat to them.

Furthermore, the situation created by these "coincidences" aligns with their interests, and they do not mind conforming to the plot of "0-08".

Now, the future written in '0-08' is clearly harmful to Ahomatowa Einhorn, but He has no choice!

He knew that Ince Zangwill wanted to use him as bait, and He had to be that bait. Because He knew in His heart that He couldn't escape from the Embers on his own; He had to pray for the protection of the God of War!

"A symbol of power and glory, the great god of knights, the twilight of all things..."

"I beg for your gaze, I beg for your protection."

Whether or not a higher level of existence provides protection, the difference in their circumstances is like night and day.

For demigods and angels who are well-organized and have powerful backers, they are often difficult to kill by beings of the same level because they can always find opportunities to seek help from beings of a higher level.

Demigods can ask angels for help, and angels can ask gods for help!

Just like now!

The bright midday sun quickly dimmed, and in an instant, orange-red light dyed most of the sky red, obscuring the sun.

The area around Backlund suddenly turned to dusk!

Ashomatova Einhorn was bathed in the twilight, the surrounding trees rapidly decaying, withering, and crumbling like powder under the power of dusk.

That is the power of twilight!

Even the Sun Spear that was originally stuck in His chest dimmed a bit because of this!

The power belonging to the gods poured out without reservation at this moment!

"Now!"

Ince Zangwell seized the opportunity and quickly wrote the last line on the clothes—

"Ince Zangwill is in excellent condition today, effectively controlling his mythical creature form. Therefore, he has decided to go all out and fight with all his might to escape from here!"

As the final stroke was made, Inszangwell's body changed:

His eyes instantly turned deep black, as if stained with ink, and the fine lines around them gradually extended out, forming strange and distorted mysterious symbols.

His waist and ribs bulged, his clothes swelled, and his flesh writhed, sprouting four skinless arms covered with blood vessels.

The arm was quickly covered with white feathers, and a deathly aura emanated from it.

Meanwhile, Inszangwell's teeth grew longer and sharper, their surfaces inlaid with numerous blurry, tiny faces.

In the blink of an eye, the night watchman was already sprawled on the ground, transformed into a strange monster with eight 'legs' and white feathers!

This is the fusion of the powers of 'night' and 'death'!

Boundless darkness lurked in the shadows, but under the oppressive weight of twilight, the darkness brought by the mythical form remained completely hidden.

But for Ince Zangwell, the current situation is extremely favorable.

The twilight of the gods is far better than the night of a demigod!

Without any hesitation, Ince Zangwell turned and ran away, confident of his ability.

The twilight of the war could hold him off for a long time; he was safe until Akhmatova died!

During this process, the quill pen floated up on its own, and Ince Zangwell did not stop it. They were now in the same boat. If '0-08' really wanted to hold them back, none of them would be able to escape!

The quill pen moved up and down, quickly writing on Ince Zangwell's body:

"An unknown entity was drawn to the battle, took pity on Ince Zangwell's plight, and decided to help him, taking him away from the spirit world!"

The surrounding environment suddenly darkened, becoming tangibly gloomy and chilling, which even dusk could not completely suppress!

Unknown creatures are traversing the spirit world, rapidly approaching this area.

A demigod who instigated a battle between angels and gods is indeed worthy of attention and sympathy.

Although this kind of "sympathy" is not necessarily benevolent.

Behind Ince Zangwell, the eight-legged white-feathered warrior who was running rapidly into the distance, a figure emerged. It was a blood-red mass of flesh with countless eyes on it, pierced by arms of different races.

It wanted to grab Inszangwell's body and drag him into the spirit world!

Ince Zangwell was overjoyed and offered no resistance, allowing the other party to take him through the spirit world.

But just then, the dazzling Milky Way suddenly pierced through Ince Zangwell's vision!

That was a brilliant galaxy, tinged with black and purple, containing endless destruction and darkness, a darkness as deep as an abyss!

The Milky Way was so dazzling, yet Ince Zangwell glimpsed boundless darkness within it, a darkness that robbed him of his senses, leaving only fear.

"roar!"

Amidst the angry roars and screams of that unknown being, the Milky Way swallowed it.

It devoured His arm, devoured His eyes, devoured the blood-red fleshy ball, and melted it away bit by bit.

Little by little, they were dragged into the abyss of darkness.

Whew!

When the magnificent Milky Way dissipated, the blood-red fleshy ball had long since vanished without a trace.

Nothing was left there, not even the being summoned by Ince Zangwell, the being who was at least an angel.

And just like that, silently, it was erased by the Milky Way, which appeared out of nowhere.

It's like dust being wiped away with a cloth, easily and without leaving a trace.

Fear kept Ince Zangwell rooted to the spot, even briefly abandoning his thoughts, unable to even use '0-08'.

Just like the expression on his face, his heart was filled with nothing but fear, and there was no room for anything else.

Because he saw the Milky Way, saw the truth within the Milky Way, saw his future, the future of the world—to fall into the abyss of darkness and be utterly destroyed.

At the edge of Ince Zangwell's vision, a figure was slowly approaching him; it was Ember—or rather, a teardrop-like figure in the form of Ember.

Her name is Ashmi, the "Eternal King" Ashmi!

It made little difference to her.

Sudden.

Ashmi stopped and looked at the nearby bushes and trees—

She saw a figure walk in from outside the bushes, and he shrugged and said:

"Relax, I just happen to be passing by and want to watch the show as a spectator. I hope that won't bother you?"

The figure wore a long, black trench coat, paired with black trousers and black leather shoes. He had a broad forehead, a thin face, and wore a tall top hat and distinctive monocle glasses, giving him an extremely refined appearance.

He adjusted his monocle and gave a genuine smile.

It was as if He really was just there to watch the show.