Upon seeing a stranger appear in front of her, Lady Despair immediately condensed a sharp, crystalline ice spear in her palm and threw it at the target.
Using the recoil, she attempted to break through the carriage and enter the street.
It wasn't that she wasn't puzzled by the sudden situation and the strange appearance of the enemy. On the contrary, she was very puzzled. She didn't understand how someone could find her so quickly despite being so secretive. The difficulty was no less than destroying a large city or directly teleporting from Baekeland to the Southern Continent's East Balam.
However, as a Sequence 4 Demoness of Despair who had grown step by step from being an Assassin, she knew that she couldn't be distracted or speak nonsense at critical moments. It wasn't too late to consider all the problems later.
Therefore, she chose to attack directly, hoping to take the opportunity to escape.
She could already imagine that wherever the ice spear passed, frost would condense and seal the World. The strange black-haired, black-eyed woman would be frozen in layers of crystalline crystals. She would have to break through the obstacles with great difficulty to have the strength to chase after her.
And at that time, she would definitely have left the street and blended into the crowd.
However, the scene she was looking forward to didn't appear. Just as the crystalline ice spear left her hand, it silently disappeared in midair, its whereabouts unknown.
Angel! The Demoness of Despair's eyes narrowed as black flames suddenly rose from her body, spreading the disease. She planned on igniting everything around her to create a large-scale fire.
At that moment, her body trembled strangely and froze on the spot.
She saw her left hand disappear centimeters at a time, and it was rapidly spreading upwards in an unstoppable manner.
In her eyes, the eyes of the beautiful and lifeless woman opposite her were deep and dark, as if hiding a pure darkness without light.
"You're not! You're … "
The Demoness of Despair's words came to an abrupt halt. Her entire person was like a sketch that had been quietly erased by an eraser, leaving no trace.
Her final eyes were filled with fear and despair. The seat she was in was empty, as though no one had ever sat there.
The beautiful, lifeless woman pulled up the hood of her classic robe. The corners of her mouth moved imperceptibly, and her figure instantly disappeared.
…
In the outskirts of Empress Borough, on a trackless public carriage.
Trissy wore a hat with a veil and sat quietly in a corner.
She did not head for the Tussock River and run downstream, as others believed, or head for the nearest railroad and climb the train.
She chose to return to Baekeland.
Only this city with a population of more than five million, with all sorts of secret factions and Beyonders mixed in, could help her escape the follow-up pursuit of the Demoness Sect!
At this moment, she was on high alert, always on guard against the terrifying old butler, Finkel.
Suddenly, her head spun.
When her vision returned to normal, she found that she had magically left the coach and was standing on the side of a muddy suburban road.
Trissy's pupils rapidly constricted as she warily observed her surroundings.
Then, she saw a figure wearing a classic robe and a black hood. She noticed the black eyes hidden in the shadows.
For some reason, Trissy felt like she had returned to her infancy. She was so weak that she couldn't resist at all.
Cold sweat seeped out of her forehead, and her legs trembled violently, but she couldn't move.
This is the most terrifying enemy I've ever faced … Even the high-ranking Demoness I saw before didn't give me such a feeling … Am I going to die here … Is the escape operation that I'm unwilling to give up in the face of failure coming to an end … A deep sense of despair and uncontrollable sorrow occupied Trissy's heart, making her feel as if she had fallen into the deepest nightmare.
Suddenly, a blue light flashed in front of her, removing the "curse" that prevented her from moving.
Trissy looked ahead again, but the extremely terrifying figure was gone. Everything that had just happened seemed like the most realistic illusion.
But when Trissy lowered her head, she was shocked to find that the sapphire ring on her left pinky had shattered at some point in time, losing all of its luster.
Pa! Pa! Pa! The remains of the ring and gem fell one after another.
…
Klein rolled around the collapsed stone pillar and the heavily injured Mr. A, who was being treated, and ran to the opposite entrance.
As for the slowly condensing characteristics left behind by the Master Key, he didn't even look at them, afraid that Mr. A would block them.
He knew very well that even with all his mystical items and ample preparations, he might not be a match for a Shepherd, much less with only Aztec's copper whistle and three types of Beyonder bullets. He didn't even have a single match left.
Even though Mr. A was seriously injured, Klein didn't dare take the risk. He had heard that the Rose Bishop, a Sequence before the Shepherd, was extremely good at flesh and blood magic. His ability to heal physical injuries was in no way inferior to his ability to transfer wounds!
Creak!
He pulled open the heavy door.
The natural light outside shone, and the clouds in the sky were dyed with a thin yellow. The Sun was pale and dim.
Klein rushed out and found that he was in a mountain. The surrounding mountains made the place extremely hidden.
Tap! Tap! Tap! He ran crazily. He didn't even take the mountain path. Instead, with his Clown skills, he went straight down the slope, sometimes rolling and sometimes using the trees to swing.
Whoosh!
He heard the sound of a flowing river. It was right in front of him, right below him!
But at this moment, a strong wind blew and swept towards his back.
Klein made a prompt decision. His knees buckled, and he rolled diagonally forward.
Sou! Sou! Sou!
The place where he was originally standing and the direction he was heading in had been sliced by the wind blades, leaving deep ravines.
Mr. A fell from the wind, draped in a cloak of blood that was still squirming.
He pointed his finger, and pieces of flesh flew out from his body, expanding in midair before exploding.
Boom!
Drops of blood and bits of flesh flew everywhere. Klein flipped to the side with his hand, dodging most of it and hiding behind a huge tree.
The huge tree was covered in bloody holes, and the signs of decay quickly spread out with them as the center.
While running, Klein had already loaded his revolver. He was about to raise his hand and shoot Mr. A in the eye when he saw a deep darkness appear in his eyes.
Suddenly, Klein knew that although the scenery around him hadn't changed at all, he had been forcefully dragged into a dream.
He had once killed a Nightmare, or at least a Nightmare … Klein maintained his clarity of mind and saw Mr. A flash to the side in a manner that defied logic, turning into a blood-colored carpet that enveloped him in an unavoidable manner.
You want to rely on a nightmare to scare me to the point that my heart stops beating? A thought flashed through Klein's mind as he responded.
This was his dream. When he was awake, he could simulate anything!
Thus, a pure, dazzling golden Sun appeared where he was. The bright and scorching flames instantly ignited everything around him.
Klein imagined the scene when he saw the Eternal Blazing Sun in his dream divination!
Almost at the same time, he left the dream and heard a muffled grunt.
Mr. A took a step back, and two streams of blood flowed from the tip of his nose.
The surface of the robe weaved from flesh and blood slowly flowed, as though it was melting.
Pa!
Klein snapped his fingers and ignited a tree thirty to forty meters away.
Beneath his feet, the withered weeds that had long since turned yellow burned. Flames rose up and enveloped his body.
Mr. A's face, which was so beautiful that it didn't look like a man's, suddenly had a hint of feminine beauty. A crystalline, cold, and weightless ice spear condensed in his hand, and he threw it at the burning tree dozens of meters away.
Just as Klein jumped out of the flames, his pupils reflected the dreamy, transparent tip of the spear.
The tip of the spear grew larger and clearer, filling his entire vision.
Klein suddenly lunged to the side, his body covered in a thin layer of frost.
The transparent spear immediately extinguished the flames, causing the thick layer of ice to rapidly spread in all directions. It was about to envelop Klein.
In midair, Klein suddenly curled into a ball, half-turned his body, and let his head face down.
He stretched out his left hand and gently pressed on the layer of ice. He rose into the air again, escaping the cold domain. However, the skin on the surface of his palm was frozen at the point of contact, and with a ripping sound, it tore off.
After rolling to his feet, Klein reached into his pocket and took out a self-made Slumber Charm.
Just as he opened his mouth and was about to spit out the incantation to activate it, his nose suddenly itched, and he sneezed.
Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!
He had a headache and was sneezing, unable to fight back at all.
Am I sick? Am I infected? Just as Klein came to this realization, he felt countless threads that were invisible to the naked eye wrap around him, wrapping around him like a mummy in a sense.
He wasn't unfamiliar with such an experience. He knew that this was the Beyonder powers of a Demoness of Pleasure.
Back then, he had relied on the use of charms to make both enemies and himself fall into a deep slumber. Then, he used his own uniqueness to escape the control. And now, Mr. A maintained a distance of about twenty meters.
However, Klein was no longer just a Clown. He could still move his fingers, and they produced crisp snapping sounds!
In a flash, the "spider silk" around him was ignited, as if he had turned into a giant torch.
Just as Klein jumped out of the scarlet, he began to sneeze again, accompanied by a violent cough. Many of the Beyonder powers he wanted to use were automatically interrupted.
At this moment, the feminine beauty on Mr. A's face disappeared, replaced by a sense of lofty dignity.
He stretched out his right hand and gently clenched it. Klein immediately had the premonition that if he were to escape, he would only be spinning in circles.
Mr. A, who was draped in a blood-colored robe, revealed a cruel smile as a transparent and illusory ancient book appeared in front of him.
An ethereal voice sounded from afar.
"I came, I saw, and I record."
Achoo! Cough! Cough!
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