The pulsating organs, the yellowish-green liquid, the silently burning black flames, and the human body falling forward were all reflected in Klein's eyes and deeply imprinted in his mind.
Up until now, the most dangerous situation he had experienced was when he had to deal with Ray Bieber, whose digestion process had been interrupted. But even such a dangerous and terrifying monster had only caused serious injuries to the participants. No one had been sacrificed.
The only teammate Klein had lost, Old Neil, and the official Beyonder deaths he had witnessed, all stemmed from the loss of control. The "murderer" was either mysterious and indescribable, or it pointed to an evil god. It had nothing to do with the specific mission.
Now, for the first time, he had seen the sacrifice of a teammate in a mission. Such a death stemmed from a single wrong choice.
The Nighthawks were fighting against madness, but at the same time, they were fighting against danger.
One mistake, and there might not be a chance to make up for it.
With a boom, Klein's thoughts exploded.
He seemed to be greatly agitated. He half-squatted on the ground, raised his right hand, and fired at Madam Sharon. The silver demon hunting bullets passed through countless invisible threads and shot at her head and her translucent nightgown.
Suddenly, Madam Sharon moved in another direction as if she was being pulled by something, dodging Klein's crazy shots.
Only when all five bullets in the revolver had been fired, and when he heard the sound of an empty revolver, did Klein snap out of his daze and regain his ability to think.
His heart tightened. He didn't even have time to reload the bullets. He threw away the revolver and grabbed a stack of tarot cards!
Pa!
Madam Sharon's body jerked to the side. She saw a card fly past and stab deep into the surface of the dressing table.
The corners of her lips curled up, and her beautiful brown eyes were once again dyed with a dark luster.
Just then, her waterfall-like brown hair suddenly flew up, as if it was blown by an invisible force.
Madam Sharon was stunned. She wanted to dodge again, but she was too late. The Magicians card that Klein threw pinned her hair to the wall.
Pa! Madam Sharon forcefully tore her hair and rolled forward. Her body quickly disappeared from Klein's sight.
Invisibility again … Klein held the tarot cards between his fingers and moved slowly, vigilantly observing his surroundings.
Suddenly, he understood why Madam Sharon had given up on attacking and why she had slowed down.
According to normal development, if Klein didn't use the Aztec copper whistle, he wouldn't have been able to fight against this terrifying witch!
That's right! It must be the captain! He was overjoyed. His eyes turned and he subconsciously looked at the window.
At the same time, he came to a conclusion.
Madam Sharon wanted to escape!
She already knew that we had companions, companions who could drag her into a dream, but she didn't know if there were other Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or Machinery Hivemind members!
Although she was powerful, she wasn't a powerhouse who could destroy a team of Beyonders alone!
With a thought, Klein flicked his wrist and threw the tarot cards toward the window.
Sou sou sou! He threw out five cards in a row. Three of them sealed the window, and two of them turned into flying daggers that slashed at the door.
Crack! Pa! Pa!
Amidst the sound of glass shattering, two tarot cards stabbed deeply into the half-open bedroom door. As he wished, Klein heard the sound of dodging.
He flicked his wrist again, and with the intuition of a Clown, he threw the cards toward a spot on the side of the door.
The cards tore through the air and approached the spot at high speed. They had no choice but to drill into the hard wall. However, a figure quickly appeared in the air. It was Madam Sharon, who was wearing a translucent nightgown and had brown hair and brown eyes.
The moment Madam Sharon was exposed, her eyes lost their luster. She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep while standing.
Captain … Klein swept his gaze, but he wasn't in a hurry to throw the cards. He knew that Madam Sharon would soon break free from the dream. If he couldn't deal a fatal blow to her in two to three seconds, she would forcefully escape.
A Nightmare at such a distance would be easy to break free from!
Bending his knees, Klein suddenly rolled to the side. He sprawled on the ground, extended his right hand, and grabbed the edge of the Spirit Medium Mirror that was facing upwards.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he threw Sealed Artifact 3-0271 at Madam Sharon before he was reflected in the mirror.
Madam Sharon's body trembled, and the luster in her brown eyes quickly returned to normal. Her gaze also found focus.
Before she regained consciousness, a layer of crystalline and solid frost appeared on the surface of her body.
However, she didn't see the flying cards or the silver demon hunting bullets. She only saw a mirror moving closer and closer. She only saw her pure and charming face reflected in the mirror.
Her beautiful face suddenly became distorted. Wrinkles appeared on it, along with bloodstains and rotting patches.
"No!" Madam Sharon let out a shrill scream, as though she had just witnessed the death of her lover.
Her skin quickly turned green, and yellow pus flowed out from the corner of her eyes.
In a flash, Madam Sharon burned with a silent black flame from the inside out, as though she was expelling something.
Then, a thick layer of frost formed on the surface of the black flame, as though it was making a coffin.
Invisible threads intertwined and finally superimposed a color visible to the naked eye. They wrapped layer after layer of frost, as if forming a huge cocoon.
Thud, thud, thud. Sealed Artifact 3-0271 landed on the ground, rolled forward a few times, and stopped beside Madam Sharon's gigantic cocoon.
At that moment, there was a clang. Dunn broke through the window frame and flipped into the room.
He glanced at the lifeless Kenley, and his expression sank.
At that moment, the cocoon cracked open, and the ice coffin disintegrated inch by inch. The black flames turned into fluorescent light and scattered in all directions.
Madam Sharon's skin color returned to normal. Her eyes were slightly tired, but there was nothing abnormal.
Her eyes reflected Klein, who was still half-sprawled on the ground, as well as Dunn Smith, who was pressing his hand against his glabella and closing his eyes.
Invisible ripples spread out, and Madam Sharon's eyelids drooped uncontrollably. Under Dunn's black windbreaker, there were venomous snake-like things squirming.
Knowing that the Captain wouldn't be able to control Madam Sharon for long, just like how he had dealt with Monster Bieber, Klein rolled again and grabbed the revolver that he had thrown on the carpet. It was his revolver.
He took out three silver demon hunting bullets with his left hand and stuffed them into the bullet holes with familiarity.
Pa!
Klein closed the cylinder and stood up. He held the gun with both hands and aimed at Madam Sharon's glabella.
Bang!
He controlled his body with the powers of a Clown and pulled the trigger.
The silver demon hunting bullet flashed and accurately hit the "fixed target."
A bloody mark appeared on Madam Sharon's glabella, but the bullet seemed to have passed through many layers of invisible obstacles and lost most of its power. It couldn't open her skull.
Klein fired two more shots without hesitation. He saw Madam Sharon's eyes suddenly open.
Bang! Bang!
A rain of blood scattered along with the white spots. The beautiful Madam Sharon had turned into a female corpse that would give every man nightmares.
Her "substitute" had been used up a long time ago.
Huff. Huff. Klein's hands drooped and he pointed his revolver diagonally as he panted heavily. Madam Sharon, who only had half a head left, fell to the ground. Her figure was still outstanding, and her skin was fair and supple.
Dunn straightened his body and opened his eyes. He put down his hand that was pressing against his glabella. His expression was pale. He wasn't injured, but he seemed to have lost a lot of blood.
"If she hadn't wanted to kill one or two people before escaping, and if Sealed Artifact 3-0271 hadn't reflected her, we might have only been able to injure her …" Dunn slowly walked forward and walked to Klein's side. His voice was abnormally deep.
If it wasn't for my uniqueness, both Kenley and I would've been killed in the first ten seconds of the battle … Klein turned his head to look at Kenley, who was lying quietly in the black ashes, and exhaled.
"Captain, Kenley …"
"I know …" Dunn replied in a hoarse voice. "I made a mistake. I was deceived by Madam Sharon. I didn't expect her to leave the dream."
He paused for a moment before continuing with a serious expression.
"However, you have to get used to it. It's normal for Nighthawks to die during missions. Perhaps I'll be next."
Klein remained silent, unsure of how to respond. Kenley, who was nearby, opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.
"May the Goddess bless you and grant you true peace." Dunn came to Kenley's side and drew a crimson moon on his chest.
Then, he squatted down and closed his teammate's eyes.
May the Goddess bless you and ensure that there will be no more danger or madness in the peaceful night … Klein also drew the crimson moon and prayed silently in his heart.
After a few seconds, he forcefully retracted his gaze and asked in a deep voice,
"Captain, do we need to mediate the spirit now?"
Dunn nodded indiscernibly.
"Don't try to ask about the Primordial Demoness. It's very dangerous."
"I'll stand guard by your side and not let any accidents disturb you."
Klein didn't delay any further. He took out all sorts of materials and quickly set up the altar to begin mediating the spirit.
After reciting the incantation, he took a step back and used dream divination.
"Madam Sharon's accomplice."
"Madam Sharon's accomplice."
…
After repeating it seven times, Klein entered the dream and saw Madam Sharon's spirit in the gray world.
He touched the transparent, illusory spirit body, and the scene before him suddenly changed.
Somewhere in the night, Madam Sharon, who was dressed in a long black hooded robe, handed an ancient bronze book to the round-faced Instigator Tris. When she heard his question about the term "Witch," she chuckled in a slightly neurotic manner.
"Haven't you always been weird? It's strange that all the higher-ups are women … "
It really is the Demoness Sect … Leonard's guess is completely in line with the truth. He does have a huge secret … The corresponding Sequence 7 for Assassin and Instigator is Witch? What a scam … Klein thought.
Following that, the scene changed. He saw a deep hall and a narrow window high up. He saw a woman draped in a white holy robe.
With her back facing Madam Sharon, she smiled.
"As long as we get close to the Primordial One, we can be sanctified, become stronger, receive salvation, and escape the final apocalypse."
Madam Sharon lowered her head and asked curiously, "But why do we have to become a woman?
Is it because the Primordial One is a woman? "
"Do women symbolize destruction and calamity?"
The woman, whose back was facing Madam Sharon, prevented Klein from seeing her face, calmly replied, "No, men are the same.
"No, it's the same for men. They are synonymous with war. These are two similar sequences."
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