Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 99 Best of the Match: 0–08

"Undead Driving"!

One can sense the entrance to the underworld and, to a limited extent, utilize that mysterious gate between life and death to command the spirits within.

Once this ability is stripped away, even if a Sequence 5 Corpse Collector can transform into a cage, serving as a small underworld to contain souls, the dead, or natural spirits, it will be difficult to use it at will.

Klein's face gradually turned pale, and beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, slowly trickling down his face. As he passed his tightly pursed lips, his left hand trembled as he wiped them away.

As his five fingers closed, his pale veins gradually swelled, and in the dark red as if about to burst, Ince Zangwill lost his "Undead Control" ability!

This had a high enough probability of failure, but Klein Moretti succeeded, just once.

Ince frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed, because it wouldn't have an absolute impact on the outcome.

Bang bang bang!

Unnoticed by the surrounding crowd, several muffled sounds echoed from the urn in Dunn's hand. Although they had no real effect due to Dunn's already alert grip, they undoubtedly ignited the atmosphere.

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

These rays of light first burst forth, then rapidly rotated around a single point, collapsing inward to form a slightly blurry double bronze door.

The surface of this bronze gate is covered with all sorts of mysterious patterns, giving it an indescribable sense of depth and death, and a crack slowly appears.

"A spirit born of the underworld, a phantom creature symbolizing death, a messenger belonging solely to Azik Eggers!" Klein called out in a language completely incomprehensible to normal beings.

Compared to the unknowns of the underworld and the spirit world, signing a contract with Mr. Azik, with even him not knowing how many skeleton messengers there are, is undoubtedly the most reliable and safest option.

"Bring on a few more, you must hold on, it only takes a few minutes." Klein's left hand reached into his pocket, stroking the Azik bronze whistle, and quietly unlocked the spiritual seal on it.

Immediately afterwards, three beams of light shot out from the gate covered with mysterious stripes. A tall messenger made of white bones was born from the light, with black flames burning in its eye sockets, vaguely reflecting the figure of Ince Zangwell.

Ince frowned slightly, then immediately opened the notebook he was clutching, revealing a hastily written, yet excitedly composed, handwriting inside:

"It's truly regrettable news. Ince Zangwell's plan has been thwarted, with the situation on the field deviating three times from his simple, straightforward, and flawless plan."

"Although the battle between the sons of the evil god and Azik caused strange changes, causing Philip Howard's messenger to lose his way and be unable to leave the letter he was delivering, this was only temporary."

"It will all be over in just a few minutes, and Azik Eggers will..."

"Gah—!"

At this moment, hoarse cries rose and fell, echoing through the streets, as countless crows made of flame flapped their wings and gradually approached Ince.

A fierce glint flashed in Ince's eyes. His figure vanished swiftly and agilely from the spot, his hand, veins bulging, disregarding the torn paper, rapidly writing his own words:

"The fierce battle has begun, and as always, unexpected things happen, like Captain Dunn Smith of Tingen City, with the ashes of Saint Selena in his possession."

Ince's handwriting became increasingly distorted, and his writing speed increased rapidly. Just as he was maneuvering among the three skeletal messengers, anticipating his victory, the mournful cawing of crows and the sudden rise in temperature on his cheeks made him pause for a moment.

boom--!

The massive fireball exploded with a deafening roar. To Philip's astonishment, Ince Zangwell was thrown backward by inertia. His nearly intact notebook was reduced to tattered pieces, with only the blackened title page remaining, rendering it unusable.

But the quill pen seemed completely unaffected. In the few seconds between the explosions, it miraculously wrote another long passage. Ince angrily bent down to grab it, but suddenly stopped.

The quill pen continued writing:

"Oh my god, Ince Zangwell's face is all messed up, how delightful. He's right, there are always unexpected things in the heat of battle. He was too preoccupied with too many things and didn't even notice that Philip Howard had secretly sent a skeleton messenger to carry the magical brown vial."

"That's understandable. Ince Zangwell was just too nervous. It's a shame he's not making any progress right now. Time is being wasted, wasted time."

A small brown bottle?

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

He gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger, and rolled up his sleeve to reveal a bracelet with intricate blue stripes.

Philip keenly sensed something was wrong and remained vigilant, but Ince's resentful gaze, which had been directed at him, strangely shifted back to Klein and the other two.

not good!

Philip's pupils contracted slightly.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

In an instant, a silvery-white light appeared.

A bolt of lightning struck out of nowhere. The three skeletal messengers, whose fatal weaknesses had been repeatedly attacked by Ince's Death Eye ability, were unable to react in time and could only watch as the lightning struck Dunn and his two companions directly.

Amidst countless surging, tiny lightning snakes, Ince decisively stepped forward, slowly opening his mouth to utter an unbearably suppressed murmur.

"Words of the Dead!"

Klein, who had just managed to move Dunn aside and dodge a fatal attack, was now paralyzed by the lightning snake. In the midst of this inexplicable babbling, he suddenly found his body gradually slipping out of his control and becoming stiff and unresponsive.

puff--!

Klein's eyes widened suddenly, and the intense pain in his chest made his mouth open involuntarily, his distorted expression showing a mixture of resentment and helplessness.

No, right now, Captain Leonard and Philipp's eyes, which were gradually losing their luster, reflected a silvery-white light that reappeared and fell directly onto Dunn's body.

He collapsed to the ground, the dark red veins hanging from his wrist drooping limply.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-stained pale hand did not linger, but pulled directly from Klein's drawing and grasped Saint Selena's urn.

(End of this chapter)