The moment their gazes met, Lanevus suddenly bent down and rolled forward.
Clang!
A tarot card with an angel and a horn on its face stabbed into the wall of the sewers like a flying knife. It was positioned at the same height as Lanevus's neck.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Lanevus rolled, leaped to the side, or pounced forward. With abnormal agility, he avoided the three cards that came at him in succession, causing them to collide violently with the wall, the stone slabs, and the cement, producing a metallic echo.
At the same time, he saw the man in the clown mask following closely behind him from the corner of his eye. He held a thick stack of cards in one hand and dealt them with familiarity with the other.
The Sun with facial features on the paper came into view. Lanevus pushed against the wall with his left hand and leaped into the air, making a huge change in direction.
At that moment, he heard a whooshing sound and felt a sharp pain in his ankle!
Two cards were dealt? One was slightly delayed, and it happened to be aimed in the direction where I was dodging? He can predict my movements? Lanevus's heart skipped a beat. As soon as he landed, he endured the pain and rolled again.
Clang!
Another tarot card was inserted into his original spot. It was a constantly trembling tarot card.
It was only then that Lanevus saw a card deeply embedded in his right ankle. The stars, water bottle, and holy water depicted on it had been dyed bright red.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Lanevus didn't have the chance to think or treat his injuries. One tarot card after another transformed into sharp flying knives, shooting at different parts of his body.
Soon, the injuries on his right foot and left chest, the residual effects of the hole in his chest and abdomen, and the collision with at least a demigod level made him, a Sequence 9 Marauder, who was known for his speed and agility, slow down.
Pa! A card was sent flying by him, but his wrist had been cut deeply. It was a wound that kept bleeding.
The Nighthawks and the military would soon catch up. He couldn't delay any longer! At that moment, Lanevus's mind was very clear.
Suddenly, he stopped in place and stopped dodging. A card with the word "demon" painted on it accurately hit his neck.
Almost instantly, the cards stuck in his body bounced off. The hideous wounds on his neck, right chest, wrist, and ankle had blood squirming crazily. Disgusting granulation granulation grew out one after another!
On Lanevus's skin, tiny lumps instantly protruded. They were iron-colored, as though they had formed a set of full-body armor.
Dang! A tarot card was shot over, but it bounced off the dense lumps.
Lanevus, whose eyes were bloodshot, looked at the clown opposite him, who had stopped playing and put away his cards.
"No matter what, after being tormented by the gods, there should be some gains."
Before he finished his sentence, he kicked off with his left foot and leaped over the flowing filthy river, pouncing towards the enemy in front of him.
Klein, who was wearing the Clown mask, dodged to the side as though he had expected it. He pulled his left hand out of his pocket, clenched it tightly into a fist, and threw it at Lanevus's Sun acupoint like a cannonball.
Bang!
Lanevus swung his elbow sideways, raised his forearm, and accurately countered his opponent's fist.
The violent force surged over like a torrent, and Klein's body was dragged along as he staggered.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
One crisp explosion after another exploded in Klein's ears. Each punch was heavier and faster than the last, and each punch was reflected in his eyes.
He seemed to have forgotten to maintain his balance as he staggered and fell to the side. Then, with the support of his left elbow, he changed directions and rolled. Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa! Bang! Bang!
Lanevus's punches and kicks were fast and fierce. Klein was almost hit several times, but he was always able to rely on his exaggerated balance to dodge the attacks. Sometimes he was on the wall, and sometimes he was on the ground, as though he was performing acrobatics.
He appeared very calm and not impatient at all. It was as though he had made up his mind to delay the battle as much as possible until the Nighthawks and the military caught up.
But once Lanevus showed signs of escaping, he would definitely pester him and not give him a chance.
Pa!
Lanevus's punch forced Klein to use the rebound from the wall to fly back into the air. He didn't hesitate to turn around and escape through another tunnel.
Klein's toes touched the ground, and his body shot out like a cannonball, straight at Lanevus's back.
At that moment, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.
"It was as if Lanevus had no bones. He forcefully twisted his upper body and punched him."
This was the Clown's intuition!
Without any hesitation or hesitation, Klein took the initiative to reduce his subsequent strength.
With a smack, he still pounced forward, but he was much weaker than he had expected.
Crack!
Amidst the jarring sound of friction, Lanevus's legs didn't move, but his upper body suddenly twisted back. His face was facing backward, and his toes pointed forward.
In this terrifying scene, Lanevus rushed forward with a punch at Klein's head. The force was so strong that the air produced an explosive sound.
Boom!
His fist hit the void, about twenty to thirty centimeters away from Klein's face.
The strong wind blew Klein's hair, but he didn't take this opportunity to attack his enemy. Instead, he chanted a word in ancient Hermes in a low and hoarse voice.
"Crimson!"
Charm? Lanevus's forehead twitched as he immediately pounced to the side in an attempt to dodge.
But at this moment, Klein didn't throw out the charm. Instead, he clenched his left fist tightly and followed Lanevus's movements.
He similarly pounced to the side and rolled, only pulling the distance between them slightly apart.
He's lying to me? Just as this thought flashed through Lanevus's mind, his eyes clearly reflected the Clown's upturned lips, as well as the dark red flames that had ignited in his left fist.
This … Lanevus's gaze immediately froze.
A light crackling sound entered his ears, and a deep sense of tranquility instantly filled the air, enveloping both him and Klein.
What is he trying to do? He wants the two of us … to be affected at the same time … so that the subsequent … Nighthawks and military personnel … can arrive … Lanevus's eyelids drooped heavily, and the exhaustion and weakness he had been suppressing used this to fight back.
He tried his best not to fall asleep, wanting to rely on his current body's uniqueness to forcefully survive the most intense stage of the slumber.
Klein didn't put up any resistance and quickly fell asleep.
However, when he fell asleep unnaturally, he would instinctively wake up!
This was his special ability to resist Spirit Channeling and Intrusive Dreams!
This was what he relied on to luckily escape from Madam Sharon's clutches!
In the battle just now, after the card throwing knives were ineffective, he immediately took out the Slumber Charm and held it tightly in his palm, waiting for an opportunity to use it. He was waiting for an opportunity to affect himself and his enemy!
In just an instant, he, who was abnormally rational, forcefully broke free from the dream. His eyes clearly reflected the swaying Lanevus.
Phew! Klein suddenly became very calm, as if the person in front of him was just a target.
He took a deep breath, turned his waist, pulled his shoulders, and thrust his fist forward with all his might!
Bang! Crack!
His fist ruthlessly struck Lanevus's throat, producing the sound of bones shattering and causing flesh and blood to splatter.
Lanevus took two steps back and pressed himself against the wall.
The intense pain finally allowed him to escape the effects of his slumber, but the fine iron-colored lumps on his body had all faded away.
After Klein's punch landed, he reached into his pocket with his left hand and pulled out two cards.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Each of the two tarot cards was inserted into one of Lanevus's eyes, and the blood-colored liquid instantly flowed down.
Lanevus actually endured the pain and didn't let out a shrill scream. He suddenly lunged forward, intending to struggle fiercely!
Klein didn't take advantage of the situation to attack. As if he had expected it, he turned his body sideways and took a step back.
Then, taking advantage of Lanevus's missed attack, he rushed behind him in two steps and wrapped his hands around the enemy's neck.
Crack!
Klein exerted strength in his arms, suddenly turned around, and twisted Lanevus's neck!
After doing all of this, he took two steps back and looked at his opponent.
Lanevus's eyes, which were stuck in the cards, looked forward weakly as his body slowly slumped to the ground. At the same time, he asked in a very puzzled manner,
At the same time, he asked in confusion, "Why …"
"Want … to … kill … me …"
Klein, who was wearing a clown mask, stared at the enemy in front of him and replied rather indifferently,
"No reason."
"No …" Lanevus's eyes widened as he fell to the ground of the sewer, unable to let go. His aura finally dissipated.
At that moment, the seemingly calm Klein suddenly took a step forward, tightened his right leg, and kicked with all his strength, landing a kick on Lanevus's head.
Bang!
Lanevus's neck, which was already a mess of flesh and bones, could no longer withstand the pressure. Lanevus's head flew out like a rubber ball and slammed heavily into the wall, splattering red and white everywhere!
Klein looked at this scene and suddenly bent his back.
"Hahaha, hahaha."
"Hahahahaha."
He laughed maniacally, and the "clown" mask on his face looked so happy.
The corners of his mouth were curled up, the tip of his bright red nose, and his fair face looked so happy.
"Haha, haha … hahaha …" Klein laughed so hard that he couldn't catch his breath. His laughter sounded worse than crying.
After a few seconds, he finally calmed down. He slowly straightened his body and squinted his left eye at the darkest part of the sewer. Then, the corners of his mouth curled up as he silently said to himself,
"Captain …"
"Look, we've saved Rouen again …"
Drop after drop of liquid quietly slid down and landed on his collar.
At that moment, he felt that his Clown potion had been completely digested.
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