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After assassinating Bakerland, the Intis ambassador, Leyton calmly used Spirit World travel to leave the embassy.
Bakerland, who had been quietly drinking and enjoying the breeze on the balcony, transformed into a thin paper figure that spontaneously combusted in the air, leaving no trace.
Only then did the corpse, sprawled on the balcony with blood already spreading, appear in the sight of everyone in the hall.
"Ah!"
Screams echoed through the hall, and the embassy's military attachés rushed over to maintain order.
Leyton strolled joyfully through the Spirit World, and quite by chance, yet quite reasonably, was drawn to the Backlund Bridge Area by the aura of the dead.
As soon as Leyton stepped out of the Spirit World, he saw an acquaintance wearing a double-breasted pure black clerical robe, a soft hat, and dark gold hair.
"Ince Zangwill!"
Leyton spoke his name.
Ince Zangwill, who was communicating with the spirits in this area, was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Leyton, and he recognized the person who had appeared.
The next moment, an invisible ripple spread, and the surroundings suddenly darkened, streetlights were obscured, and the area plunged into deep Darkness.
Leyton felt his emotions were soothed, and he became devoid of desires; the golden flames that had begun to emerge dissipated as if losing their support.
Several Natural Spirits emerged in the area where Leyton stood, and instantly, huge flames surged around, accompanied by strong winds, forming a brilliant fire tornado.
Brilliant starlight surged in dots, shooting out from the high, swirling flames, and fragments of starlight reassembled within, revealing Leyton's figure.
His originally golden-yellow hair was singed to a burnt yellow, with some parts directly charred. There were also some burnt marks on his clothes and trousers.
As soon as Leyton's figure emerged, he was enveloped by a Darkness, and at the same time, Leyton felt that his destiny seemed to be subtly influenced, but the next moment, this influence on his destiny was cleansed, as if some defensive measure had been triggered.
Without dwelling on what made him immune to the misfortune cast by the other party, Leyton's right palm rapidly formed a slowly rotating ball of star-sand.
One by one, stars emerged, dense and dazzling.
These stars cast down streaks of brilliant light, enveloping the entire area around him. All Natural Spirits and undead trying to approach him were dissolved by the starlight, collapsing and dissipating.
From the surrounding Darkness, sounds of chanting poetry continuously emanated, peaceful and tranquil, lulling one to sleep. Leyton felt his eyes could no longer stay open, as if he would fall into a dream the next moment.
Leyton reached out and pinched his thigh hard, using the pain to maintain his consciousness. The next moment, his eyes were enveloped in a faint blue-white glow.
"Frost!" Dragonese was uttered from Leyton's mouth.
Around him, streaks of crystal-clear flowing light fell, only to be swallowed by the Darkness. Layer upon layer of ice crystals spread in the Darkness, and the surrounding area was covered in frost within a few short breaths, adorned with icicles.
The rapidly dropping temperature sobered Leyton's drowsy mind.
Taking advantage of his restored clear thinking, Leyton quickly closed his eyes and meditated, outlining a brass-colored ring composed of gears in his mind. As his spirituality vibrated, a nearly tangible ring emerged behind Leyton.
Leyton quickly opened his eyes; staying closed for too long in the Darkness created by the Nighthawk would prevent him from waking up.
Leaning back, arms spread, as if embracing the Sun, a magnificent and pure fiery pillar of light descended from the sky. The fiery pillar of light and the surrounding Darkness formed an opposition; one wanted to devour all light, the other wanted to illuminate the Darkness.
Accompanying the pillar of light was an intense heat, and searing white flames continuously gathered within the light, like a dazzling small Sun.
Leyton felt his skin cracking from the scorching, and his hair constantly curling, looking as if it would ignite at any moment.
A figure wearing a double-breasted pure black clerical robe suddenly appeared behind Leyton, one hand turning into stark white bones, plunging into Leyton's chest.
The scorching white fireball, like a small Sun, exploded violently, engulfing everything. Ince Zangwill came to his senses; his gaze had been fixed on a burning matchstick.
There was no frost, no flames, and no light; the battle just now was all an illusion!
A paper figure folded from multiple light yellow sheets of paper was shaken out, and the next moment, the paper figure transformed into a real person.
Ince Zangwill, who was about to pull Leyton into slumber to deliver a fatal blow, suddenly felt a deadly threat.
Without hesitation, Ince Zangwill directly turned and stepped into the Spirit World, preparing to leave the area.
A streak of light, like a white meteor, streaked across, following Ince Zangwill's figure and disappearing into the Spirit World.
The next moment, a long spear with mysterious symbols carved on its tip and a shaft like a tree branch returned to the paper figure's hand. The paper figure and the spear in its hand then disappeared together, transforming into several sheets of paper drifting down from mid-air, which then spontaneously combusted into ashes.
Leyton stared at the spot where Ince Zangwill entered the Spirit World, watching for a while before retracting his gaze. The gungnir manifested by Mystical Reenactment had not killed Ince.
"But he should be seriously injured."
Leyton mumbled. Then he turned and stepped into the Spirit World, heading back towards Minsk Street.
"That coincidence just now was too deliberate, a terrible script! Could it be that Quill of Alzuhod arranged it for Ince Zangwill?"
"I just happened to be passing by, and Ince Zangwill and I are enemies, so I was directly pulled over and shot!"
At the same time, in a Hidden room in Backlund, an antique quill was continuously writing on a notebook.
"Unlucky Ince Zangwill saw an interesting spirit, he wanted to subdue it, but the burst of dead aura happened to attract Al Tines, who was passing by."
"They fought fiercely due to their previous enmity, and the arrogant Ince Zangwill underestimated his opponent because he had already advanced to Sequence 4, becoming a demigod."
"Al Tines is a Blessed of knowledge, and also has a mysterious connection with the Hidden Sage, so he possesses methods beyond Ince Zangwill's imagination."
"Foolish and blind Ince Zangwill fell into Al Tines's trap; his left hand was destroyed by Mystical Reenactment."
"Unlucky Ince Zangwill encountered a demigod-level Spirit World creature with control over storm powers while traveling through the Spirit World. The creature disliked the dead aura on Ince Zangwill and expelled him from the Spirit World, causing Ince Zangwill to unluckily fall into the cold Tussock River."
"For the unlucky Ince Zangwill, this is very reasonable!"
"The script written by the great Quill of Alzuhod is extremely reasonable and perfect. Ince Zangwill's experiences today created a rift between him and the great Quill of Alzuhod, laying a Hidden danger for his miserable future!"
Leyton, who had returned to Minsk Street, had not yet stepped out of the Spirit World when he heard Klein's divination statement. He then walked out of the Spirit World and replied:
"Bakerland is dead."
The coin Klein used for divination was caught by a hand that appeared out of thin air.
Klein instinctively took a step back, only relaxing after seeing the appearance of the newcomer. Staring at the suddenly appearing Leyton, he said with great dissatisfaction:
"Don't always appear suddenly in front of people like that. A battle just happened here, and I almost gave you a bullet."
"Do you want to guess who I just met?"
Leyton reached out and touched his slightly singed hair, vibrating his spirituality, directly pulverizing the hair. Then he took off his somewhat tattered coat.
"Didn't you go to investigate Bakerland? Are your injuries not from the battle?"
Klein asked with great curiosity, looking at Leyton's disheveled appearance.
He had thought that Leyton's disheveled state was due to the assassination of Bakerland.
"I met Ince Zangwill!"
Leyton spoke a name that Klein remembered vividly.
Klein's expression became extremely grim:
"What happened? Where is Ince Zangwill?"
"I don't know, and knowing won't help you; he's already a demigod of the Darkness Pathway."
Leyton said, then walked past Klein and lay back on the living room sofa, recounting his entire encounter with Ince Zangwill.
Klein's face turned very grim after listening:
"Are you saying that Quill of Alzuhod directly made you inexplicably meet Ince Zangwill and fight him?"
"If there were no other Authors interfering at the time, that's the only possibility."
"I'm not so foolish as to charge at a demigod who clearly harbors ill will and fight him."
Leyton said with a slight frown.
Speaking of other Authors, Leyton reasonably suspected Amon's brother, but he had no reason to do so.
"Author?"
Klein's inspiration was touched; he felt that this term was very fitting for Quill of Alzuhod, perhaps this was the name for Sequence 1 of the Spectator Pathway.
"Yes, Sequence 1 of the Spectator Pathway is Author, also known as Fairy Tale Author. The stories He writes become reality, and he also has the characteristic that 'all who speak are known'.
"When one person knows him, he also knows that person, and everyone that person has contacted."
"Therefore, before you have the protection of Concealment, never investigate too much."
Leyton told Klein all the information about the Author, hoping that he would be more prepared in this regard. However, Amon's brother had most likely already noticed Klein, so, in all probability, it couldn't be prevented.
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