Ince Zangwill's heart moved, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. While running at high speed, he said in a low voice in ancient Feysac: "You are all going to die!"

He seemed to have forgotten to escape.

You are all going to die... Leonard Mitchell couldn't do anything when he heard these words, because he didn't dare to open his eyes at all, he couldn't determine the location of Ince Zangwill, and he couldn't lock him spiritually .

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to Tingen City, to the Blackthorn Security Company, to the day when he fought fiercely with Megose, and returned to his weak self who could not be stopped by anything.

At that time, he obviously wanted to help the captain and Klein, obviously overcame his fear, and obviously had an old man who could provide assistance, but because the sequence was too low and his strength was not enough, he was quickly knocked out and couldn't participate in the follow-up battle. After waking up and seeing two dead bodies, he could only resolve his inner self-blame by facing the pain of his relatives.

The leisurely life in Tingen City, the feeling that he considers himself the protagonist of a drama but does not have to take responsibility, has always been missed by Leonard, but the more he misses it, the more he hates himself like that, and the more annoyed why he didn't work hard earlier.

With the light and shadow flickering in front of his tightly closed eyes, Leonard clenched his hands into fists and shouted hastily: "Old man!

"Old man!"

This time, there was no sound echoing in his mind, no one was giving assistance, and Pallez Zarathustra was still asleep.

Leonard's breathing suddenly became heavy, his head couldn't help moving left and right following the flash of light, and then his voice was slightly hoarse, and he shouted in a clearly flustered tone: "Old man!

"Old man!

"Old man!"

The voice gradually became lower and disappeared into the sound of thunder. Leonard's head dropped a little bit, and his face was once again full of self-blame and pain.

His lips moved for a while, his hands loosened and then clenched, and his whole body froze for several seconds.

Suddenly, his expression became decisive, his face twisted and he opened his mouth, and said in a low voice in ancient Hermes: "The fool who does not belong to this era;

"The mysterious ruler above the gray mist;

"The king of yellow and black in charge of good luck!"

As soon as the prayer sounded, a strange image appeared in his mind:

Ince Zangwill, who seemed to have turned into a spider or a deformed feathered wolf, was running fast, avoiding lightning strikes, and wanted to attack himself or Daly Simone from time to time.

Unlike normal, in this picture, Ince Zangwill's figure is quite blurry, almost replaced by a piece of red light, which can only be used to confirm the position.

Leonard was startled for a moment, then laughed, tears falling down his face.

Without hesitation, he raised his left palm, put the glove on his forehead, and then tightly grasped the "Luck Stealer" charm with his right hand.

"destiny!"

Amid the echoes of difficult and mysterious ancient Hermetic words, Leonard let a transparent book condense out in front of him, turned to one of the pages in the ethereal chant of "I came, I saw, I recorded", and locked on The eight "legged" monster with a lot of white feathers.

Silver lightning burst out suddenly, Leonard Mitchell threw out the spell with a grim expression, and shouted: "Go to hell! Ince Zangwill!"

He waited for this sound for a long time, and rehearsed it in his heart countless times.

As soon as the "Luck Stealer" talisman left Leonard Mitchell's hand, it disappeared into mid-air and went to nowhere, making his and Ince Zangwill's positions dim at the same time, even Even the expanding silver-white storm couldn't illuminate it.

At this moment, Leonard only felt that the surface of his body was numb, as if lightning had already jumped on it, causing a slight pain like a needle prick, which would completely carbonize his body at any time.

But then, he was not hit by unbearable pain, as if nothing happened.

No, something happened, a bolt of lightning with claws spread out fiercely fell in front of him, crushing the ground and scorching the soil black. JrNovels.com