Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 99: Best of the Match: 0–08
"Undead Driven"!
You can sense the entrance to the underworld and use the mysterious door between life and death to a limited extent to drive the undead inside.

As long as this ability is taken away, even if a Sequence Five corpse collector can transform himself into a cage, serving as a small underworld to accommodate souls, the dead, or natural spirits, it will be difficult to use it at will.

Klein's face gradually turned pale. Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and slowly flowed down. As they passed over his tightly pursed lips, he wiped them away with his trembling left hand.

As his five fingers closed together, the pale blood vessels gradually expanded, and in the dark red that seemed to be about to burst, Ince Zangwill lost his "undead driving ability"!
This had a high enough probability of failure, but Klein Moretti succeeded, just once.

Ins frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed because this would not have an absolute impact on the result.

Bang bang bang!

Unbeknownst to everyone present, several dull sounds echoed from the urn in Dunn's hand. Although it had no practical effect due to the latter's already vigilant grip, it undoubtedly completely ignited the atmosphere.

Klein felt his spiritual energy rapidly draining away and gritted his teeth. His right hand, wrapped around the dark red vein, remained suspended in mid-air, emitting endless illusory light.

These lights first burst out, then spun rapidly with one point as the center, collapsed inward, and formed a slightly blurry double-leaf bronze door.

The surface of this bronze door was covered with various mysterious patterns, exuding an indescribable sense of depth and death, and a crack was slowly appearing.

"A spirit born in the underworld, an illusory creature symbolizing death, a messenger unique to Azik Eggers!" Klein called out in a language completely incomprehensible to normal creatures.

Compared to other unknowns in the underworld and the spirit world, signing a contract with Mr. Azik, a bone messenger whose number even he himself doesn't know, is undoubtedly the most reliable and safe option.

Come on, a few more! You must hold on, it will only take a few minutes. Klein's left hand reached into his pocket, stroking the Azik copper whistle, and quietly unlocked the spiritual blockade on it.

Immediately afterwards, three rays of dim light shot out from the gate covered with mysterious stripes. A tall messenger made of bones emerged from the dim light, with black flames burning in its eye sockets, faintly reflecting the figure of Ince Zangwill.

Ins frowned slightly, then immediately opened the notebook he was holding tightly, revealing the scribbled words inside, which were written with great reluctance, yet with great excitement, even as he had already begun to move:

"This is truly regrettable news. Ince Zangwill's plans have been thwarted. The situation on the field has defied his simple, straightforward, and flawless plan three times."

"Although the battle between the Heir of the Evil God and Azik triggered a strange change, causing Philip Howard's messenger to lose his way and be unable to leave the letter that was delivered to him, this is only temporary."

"In just a few minutes, everything will be over, Azik Eggers will..."

"Gah——!"

At this time, hoarse cries rose and fell, echoing in the streets. Countless crows made of fire flapped their wings and gradually approached Ins.

A fierce emotion flashed in Ins's eyes, and he disappeared swiftly and nimbly. His vein-filled hand, ignoring the shattering of the paper, quickly wrote his content:
"A fierce battle has begun. Whenever this happens, unexpected events occur, such as the case of Captain Dunn Smith of Tingen City, who holds the ashes of Saint Selina."

Ins's handwriting became increasingly distorted, and his writing speed increased. Just as he was maneuvering among the three skeleton messengers, looking forward to his victory, the shrill cry of crows and the sudden rise in temperature on his cheeks made him stunned for a moment. Bang!
A huge fireball exploded with a bang. In Philip's stunned expression, Ince Zangwill was thrown backwards by inertia. The notebook, which was almost intact, became tattered, with only the black cover page remaining, making it difficult to use.

But the quill seemed to be completely unaffected. In the few seconds between the explosion, it miraculously wrote another long paragraph. Ins leaned over angrily and tried to grab it, but suddenly stopped.

The quill continued writing:

"Oh my god, Ince Zangwill's face is all red. How delightful! He's right. Unexpected things always happen in fierce battles. He was so preoccupied with so many things that he didn't even notice Philip Howard secretly sent a skeleton messenger to carry the magical brown bottle."

"That's understandable. Ince Zangwill was just too nervous. It's a shame he didn't make any progress at the moment. Time has just been wasted."

A small brown bottle?

Ince narrowed his eyes, gripped the quill, and dodged the pistol bullets fired by Klein and Leonard. Despite the slight drowsiness brought by the "nightmare", he looked at Philip's gloved hand and the transparent brown bottle in his hand that had just been corked.

He gritted his teeth, suppressed the anger in his heart, and lifted his sleeve to reveal the bracelet he was wearing with complex blue stripes.

Philip keenly sensed something was wrong and remained alert at all times. However, Ince strangely withdrew his resentful gaze from him and turned back to Klein and the other two.

not good!

Philip's pupils shrank slightly.

In an instant, a silvery-white light appeared.

A bolt of lightning fell from nowhere. The three skeleton messengers, who had been repeatedly attacked in their fatal weaknesses by Ins's Eye of Death, were unable to react in time and could only allow the lightning to hit Dunn and the other two directly.

Amidst the countless surging tiny lightning snakes, Ins stepped forward decisively, slowly opened his mouth, and uttered unbearable suppressed mutterings.

"Words of the Dead"!
Klein, who had just managed to move Dunn to the side and avoid the fatal attack, was now paralyzed by the lightning snake. Amidst this inexplicable mumbling, he suddenly found that his body was gradually slipping out of control and becoming stiff and awkward.

puff--!
Klein's eyes suddenly widened, and the intense pain in his chest caused his mouth to open subconsciously. His distorted expression showed a hint of unwillingness and helplessness.

No, now the captain, Leonard, and Philip reflected the silver-white light that reappeared and fell directly on Dunn's body in his gradually blurred and dull pupils.

He fell to the ground, and the dark red veins on his wrists drooped down weakly.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-stained pale hand pulled out from Klein's hand without any hesitation, stepped forward and grasped Saint Selina's urn.

(End of this chapter)