"Alright." Klein nodded solemnly.
Sergeant Faxine touched his short hair and said, "There are other arrangements.
I'll explain them to you in detail. Make your own decision. "
He looked towards the living room.
Klein politely made an inviting gesture and watched as Sergeant Faxine closed the door and entered. He walked to the sofa and sat down.
"What are the arrangements?" Klein didn't take off his coat, and his hands were still in his pockets.
Faxine leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands, and said, "You should know very well that you've offended that ambassador.
"You should know very well that you have offended that ambassador. Tonight or tomorrow will be the most dangerous period for you."
The first is to stay at the Holy Wind Cathedral for two days. I know you're a believer of the God of Steam and Machinery, but Saint Hierländ Cathedral is too far away. It's easy for problems to occur on the way. "
Klein nodded indiscernibly, waiting for the other party to give him the second choice.
Suddenly, his vision blurred and his mind went numb. He felt as though there was a thick layer of glass around him.
He saw Sergeant Faxine's mouth open and close slowly, and he realized that his thoughts were gradually turning sluggish.
This feeling was so familiar that Klein immediately thought of the Antigonus family's puppet, Sealed Artifact 2-049!
Back then, he had been repeatedly affected by similar effects, but he had been woken up by Captain Dunn Smith and company. In order to make others notice the abnormality in time, they had been constantly flexing and extending their arms!
The Antigonus family controls the Seer pathway … This person's powers are similar to the Antigonus family's puppet … He's the Mid-Sequence Beyonder of the Seer pathway … It really is him … Klein instantly came to a realization, but there was no Dunn Smith to wake him up.
The muscles on Sergeant Faxine's face began to squirm in a strange manner, and he quickly turned into a black-haired, blue-eyed gentleman with a handsome face and faint traces of a beard.
He said with a smile, "Give me time.
This is one of the most difficult powers to deal with below High-Sequence Beyonders. "
As he spoke, Klein saw a woman in a black regal dress appear on the oriel window.
She walked out of the glass stiffly and slowly. Her pale blonde hair, delicate face, and pale face made her look more like a puppet than a living person.
"I didn't expect you to be able to hire such a powerful bodyguard. If not for my divination, I might have died here. What did you pay? By the way, I'm Rosago. " Rosago didn't look back as he smiled at Klein, but he didn't expect Klein, who was under his control, to speak smoothly.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a cold breeze blowing on his neck, causing his hair to stand on end and goosebumps to appear.
Behind him, there seemed to be an invisible person breathing on his neck!
Rosago laughed, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers.
Pa!
A flame suddenly rose behind him, and a transparent shadow burned fiercely, quickly turning into ashes.
In Klein's vision, these movements were broken down into blocks of images.
It wasn't that the other party had slowed down, but that his thoughts were becoming more sluggish.
He's already controlling me … Why doesn't he just … kill me … Do villains like to chat … No, he's not a stupid person … He's using chatting to hide something … Klein tried his best to think, searching for the problem, but his thoughts couldn't help but slow down.
He looked at Rosago intently, observing every nuance of him.
Finally, he saw a figure appear in each of Rosago's eyes. It was a figure formed by pale blonde hair, blue eyes, pale face, and a dark Gothic regal dress!
And at this moment, the woman was still behind Rosago, still near the oriel window. She walked over haltingly, like a puppet being manipulated.
He hasn't really controlled her yet … She's still trying hard to resist and struggle … They're in a constant tug-of-war in the domain of mysticism … I need to do something … to tip the balance … Klein turned his attention to the Language of Foulness charm in his left hand. The cold, slippery feeling was sinister.
He was glad that he hadn't let down his guard and had been in a state of readiness to fight at any moment.
All he could do was hurt himself and hurt others! Klein mustered his strength and struggled to speak.
His vocal cords seemed to have rotted, and it was difficult for him to move his throat.
In a hoarse voice, he chanted the ancient Hermes word with slight hesitation.
"Filth!"
As the voice echoed, Klein's left palm felt a corrosive pain, and he heard the layers of illusory ravings that made him go crazy.
This was a state he was familiar with, and it didn't affect his next attempt.
That attempt was to inject most of his spirituality into the Language of Foulness charm. This didn't require the coordination of his body movements.
Three seconds later, the True Creator's voice would descend upon the physical World and enter the ears of the living being closest to "Him"!
“3！”
The prelude, noisy, illusory, and evil ravings instantly spread. Klein's scalp went numb, and his mind buzzed. He felt his blood vessels constantly throbbing, and he could no longer focus his thoughts.
Rosago, who was only a coffee table away from him, suddenly had a dazed expression. His face puffed up, and the figure of the woman in his eyes suddenly became clear.
“2！”
The pale woman in the black regal dress behind him sped up, but she immediately frowned and revealed a pained expression.
At that moment, Klein felt the effects weaken as he wished. He found his thoughts flowing again, and he realized that his joints were once again filled with "lubricant!"
Having been tested by the ravings for a long time, he endured the madness and pain, and he threw the Language of Foulness charm in his left palm at Rosago.
“1！”
The iron-black talisman with many symbols and sinister patterns melted. Rosago had just regained some of his composure and was about to pounce to the side when he saw a thick darkness and heard a murmur that contained a lot of knowledge and extreme madness.
No human could describe this voice. All the blood vessels in Rosago's head bulged as if they were about to explode.
He tumbled to the ground, twisting and struggling as his skin cracked open inch by inch, revealing the flesh underneath.
At the same time, Klein, who hadn't directly heard the True Creator's voice, and the lady with pale blonde hair and blue eyes fell to the ground, unable to withstand the pain. They each let out a tragic cry, as though someone had pierced their Sun acupoints with an iron rod.
Their eyes were bloodshot, and bright red liquid dripped from their noses. They couldn't see anything, nor could they sense the World around them.
The experienced Klein was the first to recover. He staggered and struggled to stand up, and he saw Rosago tear apart his clothes and peel off his skin, revealing all his flesh and meridians.
He was like a legendary red monster that had been skinned. He kept rolling and groaning in pain, as though he was about to lose control.
Klein didn't wait for the outcome, because he couldn't bear the possibility of Rosago gaining benefits and becoming a devout believer of the True Creator.
He believed that the evil god was definitely filled with anger at him.
Pulling out his revolver and adjusting the firing mechanism, Klein took two steps forward, circled to the coffee table, and pressed the muzzle against Rosago's head.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dressed in a black double-breasted frock coat, he stared at his enemy and fired five shots in a row. He watched as his head swelled up and tilted back, and then his head exploded. Red, white, and black matter splattered all over the ground.
Captain, thank you for your demonstration in the past … Klein lowered his revolver, panted heavily, and smiled.
In front of him, Rosago's headless corpse swayed and fell back beside the sofa.
It was only then that the woman in the black Gothic regal dress slowly stopped screaming. Her rolling and struggling movements also slowed down, but her skin seemed to become a lot more transparent.
Seeing that the flesh on Rosago's corpse was still squirming, Klein didn't hesitate to take out a Requiem Charm that he had made himself and use it.
Amidst the calm and peaceful feeling, the corpse finally came to a stop.
Seeing this scene, Klein had a thought, took out another charm, and chanted softly:
"Crimson!"
Then, he injected some spirituality and threw the talisman at his bodyguard, at the pale-faced woman with pale blonde hair.
A power that could put one to sleep rippled out, and the woman, who had yet to shake off the lingering effects of the voice, suddenly fell silent and fell asleep.
Klein didn't feel at ease, so he added another Slumber Charm, afraid that it would disturb his next attempt.
15 Minsk Street regained its peace at night. This time, nothing was damaged, but the ground was contaminated, as the contest between the three parties was strange and secretive.
Looking at Rosago's corpse and the sleeping bodyguard, Klein said in a self-deprecating manner, "There are benefits to courting death often.
"There are benefits to courting death often. At the very least, you can gain some immunity."
He didn't quickly attempt a mediumship ritual, because Rosago had been contaminated by the True Creator, and directly mediumship was equivalent to suicide.
But this didn't mean that Klein didn't have a solution. He planned on mediumship above the gray fog and bring Rosago with him!
With his current level of Spirit Body, even with the reinforcement of Aztec's copper whistle, he was unable to move the portable camera, much less a corpse that was several times heavier. However, mediumship wasn't mediumship with the corpse, but the remnant spirituality of the other party!
Klein took out a candle and quickly set up a ritual. He summoned himself, responded to himself, and transformed into a special spirit body.
After becoming a spirit body, he saw Rosago's vague remnant spirituality and realized that his Miss Bodyguard's physical state was somewhat strange. It was quite similar to his current state, but also very different.
Klein didn't waste time thinking. He carried Aztec's copper whistle, wrapped Rosago's remnant spirituality, and went above the gray fog.
After conjuring the corresponding ritual items and setting up a simple altar, Klein quickly began the mediumship ritual.
During this process, he was surprised to discover that he didn't need to pray to anyone. He could directly mediumship, just like a real spirit medium!
Phew … Is this my special authority in the mysterious space above the gray fog? A thought flashed through Klein's mind as he recited the divination statement:
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