Under the bright afternoon sun, Klein, whose clothes were stained with dust, quickly adjusted the firing position of his revolver and turned on the corresponding device, allowing himself to enter a state where he could shoot at the enemy at any time. The brass body of the gun reflected a flowing brilliance.
He held the gun with one hand and held it horizontally in front of him, alert to any possible changes in his surroundings.
At the same time, he was a little worried about Captain Dunn and Mr. Aiur Harson, who was wearing a gray trench coat. They were both Nightmares, and they were better at influencing their enemies in the dark. He wasn't sure if a head-on confrontation would work.
Just as Klein was thinking, Aiur Harson slowed down his charging pace, his expression turning calm and sorrowful.
He opened his mouth and began to recite a calming poem that made one feel as though they were in the middle of the night.
"When the Sun sets in the west"
"Dewdrops adorn the lapels of the evening"
"She is as pale as the moon without makeup"
"Or like the stars that accompany the moon"
"The evening primrose, moistened by the night dew"
"Blooming an elegant and delicate flower"
"Shunning the sunlight like a hermit"
… (Note 1)
As the recitation echoed, Klein almost lost his tense feeling and completely relaxed.
Fortunately, he had similar experiences, and he wasn't facing Aiur Harson. Therefore, he quickly calmed himself down and used a half-Custom state to resist the influence of the poem.
Phew … He secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He no longer had any doubts about Dunn and Aiur's direct combat strength.
As he had advanced not long ago, he didn't have a deep understanding of Sequence potions. He had forgotten that Sequence 7 Nightmare was advanced from Sequence 8 Midnight Poet. It could completely retain its previous abilities, and there was even a slight improvement.
As for Klein's impression of the Midnight Poet, it all came from Leonard Mitchell. He knew that this job had also inherited the uniqueness of Sleepless. It was good at fighting, shooting, climbing, and sensing. It was also good at using different styles of poetry to affect the surrounding creatures. Simply put, it was a violent poet.
Amidst Aiur Harson's chanting, a ripple suddenly appeared beside the stacked wooden boxes. A man wearing a black tuxedo and a half top hat emerged from the ripple.
However, the man's face was painted with red, yellow, and white paint, making him look like a clown. It was a ridiculous contrast with his formal dress for a dinner party.
Thud thud thud! The black-haired Lorotta, who was introduced as a sharpshooter, sprinted forward. With a gun in one hand and a fist in the other, she closed in on the suited clown in a few steps.
The tuxedo clown seemed to be affected by Aiur Harson's poem. His body shook slightly, but his eyes were calm and peaceful, without any desire to resist.
Pa! The black-haired lady, Lorotta, took a diagonal step with a boxing stance, raised her arm, and threw a punch at the suited clown's face.
Bang!
The air exploded, and the tuxedo clown suddenly shattered like a mirror. Piece by piece, they quickly evaporated and disappeared.
At this moment, the figure of the clown in the swallow-tailed suit quickly appeared in a dark corner of the pile of wooden boxes a few steps away.
The guy who was affected just now was just an illusion! It was just a performance!
The tuxedo clown's mouth widened into a comical smile as usual. He pressed down on his half top hat with one hand and raised the other before snapping his fingers.
Bang!
His snapping produced the sound of a gun being fired. Lorotta leaped to the left and rolled to the side in a bid to dodge.
However, nothing happened apart from the virtual gunshot.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dunn and Aiur raised their guns and fired steadily. The tuxedo clown moved left and right, retreating and rolling. His movements were agile as though he was performing acrobatics.
Suddenly, the black-haired lady, Lorotta, charged over from an unknown location. Despite being called a sharpshooter, she continued twisting her waist and swinging her arms as she punched at her enemy.
Bang!
The tuxedo clown failed to dodge in time. He raised his left arm to block the fist.
Seeing him stop, Dunn and Aiur did not hesitate to aim and pull the trigger.
At that moment, the arm that the tuxedo clown used to block Lorotta's fist suddenly ignited with an orange flame.
However, the flame engulfed the tuxedo clown as it spread towards Lorotta.
Bang! Bang! Dunn and Aiur fired their revolvers separately and hit the flame.
The flame burned rapidly and soon, only black dust was left. However, the tuxedo clown's figure appeared not far away, hiding behind a few stacked wooden crates.
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers again.
Bang!
Amidst the virtual gunshot, Lorotta suddenly came to a halt. She did not lunge forward. Mud splattered in front of her as bullet holes appeared.
The tuxedo clown's attack was no longer an illusion!
True and false, true and false, it was truly difficult to distinguish.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The tuxedo clown snapped his fingers repeatedly as he dodged and reappeared to shoot at Dunn and Aiur.
Upon seeing this scene, Lorotta narrowed her eyes. She raised the dark golden long-barreled revolver in her left hand.
Bang!
The tuxedo clown suddenly crouched down and dodged the fatal blow. His half top hat flew backwards and fell into the dust. There were obvious burn marks and bullet holes on it.
After a few rolls, he climbed up the stacked wooden crates agilely like a curly-haired baboon. He snapped his fingers from above and shot out an Air Bullet.
Aiur Harson took a few steps back and lowered his revolver. He began chanting once again.
"Her beauty is only open to the night."
"But the night turns a blind eye to beauty."
"Its love for her is completely blind."
… (Note 1)
The tuxedo clown constantly jumped between the wooden crates. Suddenly, he raised his hand to pick his ear and looked at Aiur with a comical smile.
Could he have plugged his ear beforehand? The Sequence potion that the Secret Order possesses is rather strange … Klein watched from afar as he made a guess.
Just as this thought flashed past his mind, he suddenly saw a figure appear at the top of the warehouse to the side. The figure was running towards the innermost room where Ray Bieber was hiding.
The figure was wearing a grayish-white dock worker's uniform. His face seemed to be smeared with red, yellow, and white paint.
The tuxedo clown was in charge of luring the Captain and the others away while someone else took the notebook? Klein's mind wandered as he subconsciously raised his right hand and fired at the figure on the roof.
Just as he took aim and measured the distance, the figure suddenly crouched down and flipped.
Bang!
Klein didn't hold back as he pulled the trigger. The figure suddenly froze as blood bloomed from its body.
The figure looked over in shock. Enduring the pain, he continued charging towards the innermost warehouse.
Random marksmanship … The corner of Klein's mouth twitched as he pulled the trigger again. This time, the bullet hit the wooden roof beside the figure.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Leonard and Borgia fired separately, but they failed to hit the figure.
Klein wanted to complain that their marksmanship was inferior to his, but his finger that was pulling the trigger suddenly stopped.
That's right! Why did I stop him?
Didn't I divine that it was extremely dangerous inside the warehouse? Wouldn't it be good to let this fellow scout and step on a landmine?
Leonard and Mr. Borgia likely had the same goal …
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein raised the barrel and aimed at the bird.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Amidst a few gunshots, the figure arrived at the innermost warehouse's roof without any obstruction.
He suddenly lunged down, and with a strike of his elbow, he fell in along with the shattered roof.
Accompanied by this sound, the black-haired lady, Lorotta's eyes suddenly turned black. Her left hand made a strange pulling motion.
The tuxedo clown's tumbling and leaping motion immediately came to a halt. His ankle seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand.
As for Dunn, he didn't immediately shoot. Instead, he lowered his revolver.
He opened his mouth, and without his Adam's apple moving, he used his spirituality to resonate with the surrounding air. An ethereal, ethereal, and strange voice sounded.
"Her flower blooms all night till dawn."
"But when the day opens its eyes."
"Her gaze leaves her with nowhere to hide."
"She wilts in her dizziness."
… (Note 1)
The tuxedo clown's struggling immediately turned powerless, as though he had lost his desire to live.
Aiur Harson raised his revolver and aimed at the enemy, his finger about to pull the trigger.
In that split second, an abnormally shrill scream came from the innermost warehouse.
"Ah!"
The scream contained extreme horror, as though he had encountered something unimaginably terrifying.
Just as Klein felt his hair stand on end, the scream came to a halt. The innermost warehouse returned to silence, a silence that left one's scalp tingling.
Bang!
Aiur was affected to a certain extent, and the bullet only hit the tuxedo clown's stomach.
Ho, ho. Ho! The silence in the innermost warehouse was broken once again. A series of what should have been light panting suddenly sounded. It went from soft to loud, tugging at everyone's nerves.
Dong Dong Dong! Dong Dong Dong!
Inside the iron-black chest, 2-049 suddenly went berserk, going crazy to the extreme.
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