Chapter 213: The Epilogue of the Story

Chapter 213: The Epilogue of the Story

The instant the Luck Stealer charm left Leonard Mitchell’s hand, it vanished into midair, gone to some unknown place. The positions where he and Ince Zangwill stood both turned dim at the same time; even the expanding silver-white storm could no longer illuminate them.

At that moment, Leonard felt the surface of his body go numb. Lightning seemed to already be dancing across him, bringing a faint, needle-like sting that might carbonize his body at any moment.

But what followed was no unbearable agony. It was as if nothing had happened at all.

No—one thing had happened. A bolt of lightning, baring its claws and fangs, struck down violently in front of him, shattering the ground and blackening the soil.

At the same moment Leonard Mitchell used the Luck Stealer charm, Klein had actively made his lightning deviate from Ince Zangwill!

“Ah!”

A shrill scream rang out. The dense darkness around Ince Zangwill failed to offset the storm woven from bolt after bolt of silver-white lightning and allowed his body to be swept inside.

He had inherited the fate of Leonard Mitchell being swallowed by Lightning Storm!

Rumble!

A low peal of thunder exploded. The forest of lightning swiftly scattered. Yet before the previous Lightning Storm had completely ended, bolt after bolt of silver-white light descended again from high above, raising a new wave.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The roars of the Thunder God sounded one after another. The lightning frequency that had just dropped returned to normal, and now there were even fewer gaps. Even as layer after layer of darkness gushed out from Ince Zangwill’s position, it could not annihilate all the silver-white light.

After several storms, the piercing radiance finally dimmed. Tiny electric snakes weakly darted in every direction.

Ince Zangwill still stood there. He had not fallen.

However, his head, with its pitch-black eyes, blood-red light clusters, and mysterious symbols, had split open with crack after crack. Within those fissures, his flesh was charred, and a grayish-white liquid slowly seeped out.

The four “legs” at his ribs and waist were completely carbonized, curling inward as though they would fall off at the slightest touch.

Not only were the white feathers on them almost nowhere to be seen, even the blood vessels wrapped around their surfaces had been carbonized and shattered, scattering across the ground, matching his body all too well.

Even like this, Ince Zangwill still did not die. Creatures that had obtained divinity possessed vitality far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

The blood-red light in his eyes grew richer, and his violent, maddened aura could no longer be suppressed. Regret filled his heart, along with the impulse to vent.

He hated himself for only thinking of escape at the beginning instead of killing the enemies present. Back then, if he had used his abilities without restraint, if he had displayed the terror of a demigod without holding back, he absolutely could have killed Daly Simone and Leonard Mitchell amid the lightning strikes. He would never have been driven into such a miserable state by two mid-sequence Beyonders.

“Damn it, damn it!” Ince Zangwill roared. He threw away 0-08, that dim quill pen, and pushed off the ground with his remaining four “legs,” pouncing toward Leonard Mitchell.

Leonard had just been about to act when he suddenly felt threads of coldness wrap around him, as though thin strands of hair were extending from the darkness, from the dream, binding him until he could no longer move.

Rumble!

A bolt of lightning struck down and hit Ince Zangwill. But he merely swayed, dropping a few pieces of charred flesh without stopping his attack. He even revealed a cruel smile.

After that strike, he was utterly certain that the person hiding behind the scenes and driving the lightning had reached their limit. They could no longer use demigod-level abilities.

Meanwhile, Leonard, bound by…