Chapter 246: Finally 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, enhancing the power of the charm.

"This is too rushed." Chumen, at the Holy Selena Church on the next block, naturally saw that suddenly bright ray of sunlight.

He also saw the fate line that had been forcibly edited.

Ince Zangwill was carrying out his own plan.

"Being this clumsy is also a talent, isn't it? Writing a script like this would be better than just controlling Dunn directly," Chumen remarked.

To achieve his goal, Ince Zangwill had already abandoned most logic and consistency, relying entirely on the "Writer" ability to forcibly push the plot forward.

"But this does save trouble; it's delivered right to my door. Such a diligent messenger is rare."

Chumen began to enter the secret passage through the Chanis Gate to head toward the Blackthorn Security Company; by the time he arrived there, it would probably be over.

Boom!

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

"To think there's such a high-level charm?" Although the Despair Witch was surprised, her own powerful strength still made her feel confident.

She raised her hand, and an illusory mirror condensed in front of her, intending to block the erupting Sun.

This was a Mirror Substitute; after reaching Demigod, it was sufficient to block attacks of Demigod level for her.

Just at this moment, Leonard extended his right hand, with a red blood vessel wrapped around his wrist.

This was the "Vessel Thief," a Sealed Artifact from behind the Chanis Gate, whose specific effect was to steal life or Beyonder abilities.

Leonard's gaze was unprecedentedly serious; he grasped the air with his five fingers and gave his wrist a light twist.

He was very "lucky" and directly stole the ability of "Mirror Substitute," and that "Sun" truly smashed into the Despair Witch.

This coordination between Klein and Leonard was perfect, but after the sunlight dimmed slightly, a figure still stood in place.

The difference was that there was an extra charred, broken magic wand beneath the Despair Witch.

This was the substitute magic that Witches were best at.

Of course, taking this "Sun Charm" head-on also required the Witch to pay a price.

Her complex and beautiful clothes had several holes, and a few strands of her hair had turned a scorched yellow.

The Despair Witch's eyes were filled with terrifying black flames; her figure swayed violently, and she gripped Trissy's neck. At the same time, the spiderwebs covering the void were also burning with black flames, forcibly breaking through the darkness domain created by the Holy Selena ashes.

"You deserve to die." The Despair Witch's words caused Dunn, Klein, and Leonard to be injured again, coughing repeatedly, feeling dizzy and nauseated.

This was "Disease," with fever, dizziness, and pneumonia erupting all at once, almost destroying all of the trio's ability to resist.

The Despair Witch held Trissy with one hand while still winding that strand of scorched hair with the other.

Her expression darkened slightly as she threw the unconscious Trissy behind her; a mirror appeared there, and Trissy vanished into the mirror.

—The Witch Sect's regard for Trissy was beyond imagination; there was even more than one person who had come here.

She looked at Klein and the other two again, intending to sacrifice all their flesh and blood to the Primordial Witch; among them was a "Dream believer" that "Primordial" would be very fond of.

"Despair Lady, I can completely take over for you regarding this."

At this moment, a pair of shiny leather boots stepped outside the Blackthorn Security Company, and a middle-aged man with dark golden hair walked in through the shattered door.

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

She was able to come here naturally because of Ince Zangwill's "friendly help."

But someone who could reach Demigod was by no means a fool; the Despair Witch glanced at the urn Dunn was holding in his arms, and her expression turned gloomy.

"You are plotting against me?!"

"It is merely cooperation." Ince Zangwill took out that classic Feather Pen, ready to write on his clothes at any time, while he also walked toward Dunn.

0-08... The Despair Witch recognized this Sealed Artifact.

In an instant, she made a decision, watching Ince Zangwill get closer and closer to Dunn and the others with cold eyes, waiting ruthlessly.

After this matter, she might gain an ally; Ince Zangwill, who possessed the Sealed Artifact "0-08," had such qualifications, and that ability would have a major impact on the Witch Sect's schemes.

The terrifying pressure caused Dunn and the others, who were already near their limits, to collapse to the ground.

Dunn, plagued by disease, could not even dig out his own heart to perform a final strike.

"It is finally going to end," Ince Zangwill sighed softly, and the Feather Pen wrote this line on his clothes.

"Yes, it is finally going to end." A slightly indifferent voice left both Ince Zangwill and the Despair Witch in unspeakable horror.

"Death Consul?!" The Despair Witch's eyes widened sharply when she saw the person who had arrived.

"That is truly a long-forgotten title." Azik Eggers took off his top hat and glanced at the Despair Witch.

The Despair Witch was full of fear, subconsciously wanting to retreat and jump into the mirror world to stay away.

"Since you've already come, why be in such a hurry to leave? Perhaps I even know your mother or grandmother."

Azik's tone was like he was catching up with an old friend.

And upon hearing this, the Despair Lady froze completely; what echoed in her mind were the terrifying legends of the "Death Consul" from the Fourth Epoch.

"Ince Zangwill? Is it you who wants to lay a hand on my son's tomb?"

Ince Zangwill's face was pale and bloodless, his body completely solidified like a dead person's, with only the Feather Pen in his hand able to move.

"The 'Death Consul' is historically associated with terms like death and terror, plus the 'Death' Pathway He belongs to, the Bishop of the Holy Selena Church..."

The Feather Pen, which was dancing and writing in the air, stopped abruptly; it seemed to have glimpsed something even more terrifying, and the soft feathers on the Feather Pen all puffed up.

"Die!" Azik looked at the way the Feather Pen's feathers had puffed up, the corners of his mouth seeming to curl into a smile, and then he calmly pronounced Ince Zangwill's death.

Small black spots began to appear on Ince Zangwill's body, and these spots expanded rapidly, spreading across his body.

Then his body rotted at high speed, rotting until yellow-green pus flowed out, rotting until chunks of flesh fell to the ground.

The eyeballs detached from the sunken sockets and smashed onto the ground, rolling in front of Klein, staring directly into Klein's eyes.

This was a little joke a teacher played on his student... well, Mr. Azik probably didn't have much talent for humor, which could be seen from the cold sweat breaking out on Klein's face.

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