The one running at the front was Marić. His slightly messy hair was completely blown back by the wind, and his expression was distorted and ferocious.
His speed was faster than a steam locomotive at its peak. With a whoosh, he arrived at the entrance of the clearing.
But even so, he still couldn't shake off his pursuers.
The person closest to him was a man whose face was as pale as his. There were a few indistinct black spots on his face, as if they were marks left behind by a rotting wound that had healed. The malice in his eyes was completely unconcealed and unsuppressed. It was like a zombie that yearned for fresh flesh and blood more than a human. Klein guessed that this was Sequence 6 Jason.
The distance between Jason and Marić was maintained at seven to eight meters, sometimes lengthening and sometimes shortening, over and over again.
And more than ten meters behind them, a figure was being left further and further behind. It was a thin but muscular man. His hair was shaved very short, and each strand stood up like a spike.
As he swung his arms, the tips of his palms had a metallic glow that reflected the faint crimson moonlight. They were black fingernails that were as long as daggers!
Werewolf Tyre … Klein silently recited the other party's code name and codename in his heart. In his mind, a wall splattered with blood appeared. Intestines hung in protruding positions, and bloody severed limbs and organs scattered all over the ground appeared. Tap!
Tap! Tap!
Tap! Marić ran with all his might. Jason gritted his teeth and chased after him with all his might. The black spots on his face that had healed had swollen at some point in time, as if rotting liquid was about to drip out.
Wherever the two of them passed, the puddles on the ground and the liquid in the muddy soil quickly condensed into white frost, freezing inch by inch.
The withered weeds were blown up by the strong wind created by the two of them. As they slowly fell, they rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Suddenly, a pale palm reached out from the frosted soil and accurately grabbed Jason's ankle.
Pa!
Jason twisted his body and kicked with all his might, breaking the palm's wrist and sending it flying. At the severed end, the flesh had long since rotted away, and white maggots scrambled to squirm out.
Marić stopped, pinched his lips with his right hand, and whistled shrilly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The soil in different parts of the empty space was lifted up, and the expressionless corpses sat up.
At the same time, the cold wind suddenly swirled, and countless transparent shadows seemed to have smelled the blood feast. No one wanted to be left behind, and they all rushed to Jason. Some pulled his arms, some pulled his legs, and some even hugged his head.
Jason stopped in his tracks and snorted.
The shadows were immediately sent flying. Some of them screamed and disappeared, while others were lost in their original spots.
Almost instantaneously, Marić and Jason raised their right hands at the same time. They raised their thumbs and placed them next to their index fingers, while their index fingers aimed at each other.
Without a sound, the air separating the two exploded, and wisps of black Qi surged upwards.
Marić took a step back. A few strands of his messy hair withered and fell to the ground.
"Marić, you're still so weak. You still don't know how to use the power of desire!" Jason laughed hoarsely.
At this moment, Werewolf Tyre rushed to his side, and the Sequence 5 Beyonder in charge of this operation, Steve, was still nowhere to be seen.
"Don't be in a hurry to finish off Marić. Wait for Sharon to save him. Lord Steve is about to arrive," Werewolf Tyre said to Jason in a low voice.
He then stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his lips.
"I wonder what Sharon will look like when she's naked …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly saw Jason turn his head. His pale face was gloomy, and two identical figures vaguely appeared in his eyes.
A black regal dress, pale blonde hair, a delicate face, and pale skin!
Pa!
He reached out with both palms and grabbed Werewolf Tyre's neck. The sound of his bones cracking could no longer be supported.
Wraith Sharon had attacked!
Tyre took a deep breath, causing his neck to swell up like a water pipe, causing strands of black hair to grow out. He temporarily resisted the force that was about to snap his windpipe and cervical spine.
His eyes gradually rolled back, and his bright red tongue stuck out. Sticky saliva dripped down the sides of his lips.
However, his right hand accurately and steadily reached into his pocket, breaking a certain preset spirituality shackles!
The warehouse around the empty area suddenly lit up, and the crimson moonlight filled the area.
Jason's grip on Werewolf Tyre's neck rapidly decreased, and a figure wearing a small bonnet appeared behind him.
A smug and cruel smile appeared on Tyre's face. He took out a miniature "full moon" from his pocket with his right hand, a crimson "full moon!"
It was a dark red accessory that constantly emitted a serene glow. It was in the shape of a full moon, and it was inlaid with crimson gems. In the middle was a symbol that symbolized the moon and many mysterious labels.
Sharon instinctively narrowed her eyes and took two steps back. The illusory feeling quickly dissipated.
Her legs seemed to no longer be able to support her weight, and she fell limply to the ground. Her complicated black regal dress was stained with dust and mud.
Werewolf Tyre raised the round accessory that was the size of a palm that emitted a crimson glow and laughed as he panted.
"Lord Steve was right. You will definitely try to counterattack, and Sharon, the target of your possession must be Jason, who is one Sequence higher than me. Therefore, he handed the Scarlet Lunar Corona to me."
"Guess where he is now?"
This … This is different from what Sharon expected … From the looks of it, I can only choose the best opportunity to attack … Klein frowned when he heard this, and he forcefully suppressed the anxiety in his heart.
At this moment, Werewolf Tyre wasn't in a hurry to attack, because he knew that the longer the effects of the Scarlet Lunar Corona lasted, the weaker Sharon would be, and the more pain Marić would feel.
As for Jason's originally cold eyes, there was an additional hint of brutality and madness. He could no longer find any rationality in his eyes.
He was also affected by the Scarlet Lunar Corona, but he, who was used to indulging his desires, didn't feel any pain. Instead, he was filled with a desire for the fresh flesh and blood in front of him.
"Gasp!"
Jason let out an inhuman growl from his throat, and the hair on his exposed skin turned white.
At this moment, Sharon raised her arms with great difficulty and used her left hand to take off the black glove on her right hand. And Jason happened to pounce at her, and the surrounding soil was covered in a thin layer of ice!
Suddenly, endless illusory light erupted from Sharon's palm.
They sucked on Sharon's spirituality, and in front of the doll-like lady, they intertwined to form a bronze door covered in mysterious patterns and filled with an indescribable smell.
The door swayed and opened with a creak, revealing a small gap!
Inside the crack, pairs of pale or transparent arms, filled with teeth, or bloodied and skinless arms reached out. They crossed the void and grabbed Zombie Jason!
Pairs of indescribable eyes hid in the darkness behind the door, quietly watching the prey in front of them.
Before Jason could react, he was grabbed by the arms. He was entangled by the slippery and illusory tentacles, and he was tied up by the bluish-black vines that had baby faces protruding from them!
These strange things cried and laughed sharply as they tried their best to drag Zombie Jason behind the door.
Even though his thoughts were completely controlled by bloodthirst and the desire to kill, Jason instinctively felt fear.
"Gasp!"
The sound from his throat suddenly intensified, and the arms that made one's scalp tingle were immediately covered in layers of frost. The bluish-black vines that had baby faces protruding from them let out painful groans, and a turbid yellow liquid that looked like it was rotting kept dripping down.
The pulling force slowed down, but it didn't disappear.
Jason constantly controlled the ghosts to interfere, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea. He tried to use spells from the Death domain, but it didn't have much of an effect.
His body couldn't help but firmly walk towards the crack in the illusory and mysterious door. From time to time, he would struggle to retreat a little.
As he had taken a sedative in advance, Marić wasn't completely defeated by the pain. He took this opportunity to take out the last two sedatives, snapped the bottle, and drank one and a half in one go with the glass shards.
The malice in his eyes weakened, and the warped expression on his face returned to normal. He looked at Werewolf Tyre.
At the same time, with a whoosh, Tyre's thin but muscular body disappeared from the spot and appeared more than ten meters away.
When his figure appeared, there was still an illusory scene left in his original spot. A black gas that seemed to have a life of its own rose from the ground, piercing through the afterimage and vanishing.
Tyre didn't use Blink. He didn't have any Beyonder powers in this area.
He relied on the extreme speed brought by the Scarlet Lunar Corona!
A speed that could leave afterimages behind!
And at this moment, Klein, who was hiding in the shadows at the top of the warehouse, reached his left hand into his pocket and touched the iron cigar case. He removed the "spirituality cage" on the surface and gently opened the case.
He believed that Wraith Steve had definitely arrived at the scene. Otherwise, if this stalemate continued, Jason would definitely be dragged behind the terrifying door. And even with the augmentation of the Scarlet Lunar Corona, Tyre wouldn't be able to finish off Marić in a short period of time. When the time came, Sharon would use the mysterious door to aim at the werewolf, and the Scarlet Lunar Corona would change owners.
As soon as Klein's finger touched the All-Black Eye in the iron cigar case, his mind rang with crazy, filthy, and terrifying ravings!
It was a terrifying ravings that made one's blood vessels bulge, eyes crack, and head explode at any moment.
And in this ravings, Klein saw strange, mysterious, and illusory black threads. They were divided into many groups. Some extended to Sharon's body, and some came from Werewolf Tyre. They intertwined with each other, but they didn't entangle with each other as they penetrated into the void.
Among them, many of the black threads came from places that weren't far from Marić, but they didn't overlap!
Wraith Steve! He wanted to possess Marić! With a thought, Klein retracted his left hand.
He didn't pull out his gun and shoot. Instead, he snapped his fingers silently.
Boom!
In the crevice between the two warehouses, there was a sudden explosion. The churning flames and heat caused a figure in a black double-breasted frock coat to float out.
After attracting the attention of others, Klein quickly pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger at the location in his memory.
At the same time, the dark golden Sun Bird brooch on his chest flashed with a stream of light.
He added [Purification Slash] to [Purification Bullet]!
Bang!
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