Suddenly, Klein had that familiar feeling again. It was as if every tree, every leaf, every rock, and every blade of grass around him wanted to kill him.
Seeing that the strange net of debris, paper, and other trash was about to pounce on him, his body suddenly collapsed and thinned, turning into a paper figurine.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! The arrow-like branches pierced through the paper figurine and landed in the distance. The strange net then completely enveloped everything there, wrapping them into a ball that squirmed gently.
Klein's body appeared seven or eight meters to the side. He knew that the attack he was worried about had finally arrived.
He didn't make any observations, nor did he hesitate. He raised his right palm and was about to reach into his pocket to take out the adventurer's harmonica.
The situation he had just encountered made him understand that the attacker was most likely a demigod from Rose School, an enemy that he couldn't fight against at the moment!
The person who had chased after Sharon back then had given him a similar feeling!
At this moment, the paper figurines in his pocket suddenly flew out and stuck to his face, one after another, layer after layer!
At the same time, Klein's sleeves automatically tightened, restraining his arms and forearms, preventing his palm from reaching down.
His Taraba shirt and brown jacket all shrunk inwards, like a giant bear hugging him!
In just a few seconds, he was bound to the spot by his own clothes, pants, and shoes. His face was covered with paper figurines, and his ribs were about to break. Breathing became extremely difficult.
Klein was mentally prepared and had rich combat experience. He didn't panic at this moment. He pressed his right thumb and middle finger together, which weren't affected, and snapped them.
Scarlet flames soared from the bend of his leg, burning the trousers that were wrapped tightly around his knee before spreading upwards and downwards.
Seizing this opportunity, Klein straightened his knees and bounced up with great difficulty. Like a cannonball that had just been fired, he pounced to his right.
In midair, he snapped his fingers again. This time, he ignited the sleeve at the joint of his right arm!
Where he had been standing, the green weeds suddenly withered, and the black ground instantly turned white, as if it had been weathered for a long time.
This attack came without any warning. If it wasn't for the fact that Klein knew that the enemy was powerful and that he might encounter an attack that he couldn't withstand by staying in the same spot, he would've been severely injured and lost his ability to fight. He might even have lost his life.
With a smacking sound, two spots on Klein's sleeves ignited. His right hand finally had space to move. He reached into his pocket and grabbed the adventurer's harmonica.
Thump!
He fell to the ground and did a roll. He immediately pushed himself up with his right hand and snapped his fingers with his left hand, which was wearing a human-skinned glove.
This time, his target was the paper people that stuck to his face and made him unable to breathe.
Pa!
The paper doll burst into flames, and the crimson tongues of flame almost burned Klein's hair.
At this moment, a scene suddenly flashed across his mind.
A thin arrow made of ice crystals, dyed dark green, shot toward his head at an extremely fast speed!
As it was very fast and transparent, this thin arrow couldn't be discovered normally!
However, even if Klein had a premonition of danger, it was already a little too late. This was because his movements were restricted by his clothes, preventing him from completely dodging.
As this thought flashed through his mind, he barely bent his waist as his upper body fell backward and shifted quite a bit to the right.
Pfft!
The cold and tiny ice arrow hit his left chest, instantly shattering the brown jacket and white round-neck shirt in that area and sending them flying into the air.
However, this fatal ice arrow didn't continue forward because it was blocked by a book with a dark brown cover.
This book looked ordinary. It was bound with the most common yellowish-brown goatskin, but it wasn't torn like the two layers of clothes on the outside. It didn't even have a hole.
Rosell's Travels!
This was an item that couldn't be damaged by the Sea God Scepter's Lightning Storm and a tiny bit of the mysterious space's powers!
Having been frightened by the "I Saw You" telegram last night, Klein had no doubt added new protective measures. He had prepared all the means he could think of!
Apart from hiding the book in a fatal spot, he also had an iron cigar case in his other pocket. Inside it was the contaminated Tinder glove. Once the situation wasn't right, he would remove the wall of spirituality and throw the item out to see if he could attract the attention of the True Creator, making "Him" send powerful subordinates over to make the situation even more chaotic.
He knew that the True Creator and the other evil gods also hated the Mother Tree of Desire!
After blocking the ice arrow, Klein fell to the ground and rolled to the side. He brought the adventurer's harmonica to his mouth and blew into it.
At this moment, his face was a little black from the smoke from the burning paper figurines, but due to Flame Controlling's assistance, he wasn't injured.
Then, he felt the clothes that bound his left arm, waist, thigh, neck, and feet return to normal, allowing him to regain his freedom.
As he blew into the harmonica, he quickly activated his Spirit Vision and saw Miss Messenger walk out of the void. The four blonde, red-eyed heads in her hand turned on their own as they looked in the same direction.
One of the heads snorted, opened its mouth, and sucked in a breath.
A cold wind howled as a figure was forcefully pulled out of the green tree by an invisible force a hundred meters away from Klein.
This figure was unable to maintain a state that was difficult for others to see as it rapidly turned translucent and corporeal.
He was a brown-black elder with sparse white hair and deep wrinkles. His facial features were very characteristic of the Southern Continent. Just as his brown eyes reflected Reinette Tinekerr's appearance, his brown-black eyes couldn't help but twitch. Then, without any hesitation, he opened his mouth as though he was about to give her an ultimate curse that had been brewing in his long silence.
At this moment, the other head in Reinette Tinekerr's hand also opened its mouth as though it was making a silent scream.
Hence, nothing happened in the forest.
Upon seeing this, Jack hurriedly turned his head and looked at Klein. Before Klein could react, the white-haired, exaggerated wrinkled figure appeared in his left and right eyes!
His mind instantly turned cold. His thoughts weren't slow, but he had lost control of his body. All he could do was watch helplessly as the white-haired elder vanished as he turned to face Miss Messenger.
The two heads in Reinette Tinekerr's hand suddenly flew out and arrived in front of Klein. One of them opened its mouth and sucked in a breath, while the other's red eyes turned dark as its teeth grew longer and sharper. It was in a state between illusory and corporeal.
Klein saw the translucent elder with sparse white hair being forcefully "pulled" out of his body. Then, Miss Messenger's head, which had grown long teeth, bit down on his shoulder, tearing off a large chunk of something that resembled both a Spirit Body and flesh.
Jack frowned, but he didn't let out a tragic cry. His figure suddenly vanished as he jumped to a piece of glass a hundred meters away.
Following that, as though he was being chased by an invisible hand or an invisible enemy, he flashed through shallow puddles, animal eyes, and dew droplets on grass. Finally, he obtained a chance to catch his breath. And at this moment, Klein's body was still a little stiff as he felt cold from the inside out.
Phew … Jack entered the spirit world and walked out again. In his hand was a wet, sticky, palm-sized person.
The person's face only had one hole, and it was spitting out the grayish-white fog that Klein found familiar.
Without any hesitation, Jack stuffed the person into his mouth.
Upon seeing this, the other two heads in Reinette Tinekerr's hand left her palm and flew towards Jack at the same time. They were so fast that they arrived in an instant.
However, Jack had already begun changing.
The surface of his body turned black as his skin wrinkled and secreted clear water stains. His hair and eyebrows withered and floated down as his limbs became thin and long.
In just a second, Jack seemed to be assimilated by the person, turning into a large, black, and wet baby with long, thin limbs and swollen, wrinkled skin!
His eyes, nose, mouth, and ears left their original positions and moved to the center of his face as though they were gathering together to form a brand new organ.
His skin, arms, and the appearance of his new organ were indescribably mysterious and evil. Just a glance at it made Klein's body, which had just recovered from the cold, itch to the extreme. His skin protruded with red spots formed from fine particles.
His eyes were undoubtedly in pain as he instinctively closed them tightly and squeezed out tears.
By the time he calmed down with Cogitation and opened his eyes again, he discovered that Miss Messenger and the Rose School demigod had vanished.
However, Klein's spiritual intuition told him that the two of them were still nearby. They were engaged in an intense battle that sometimes happened in the spirit world and sometimes outside. Be it the falling leaves, the rustling of the weeds, the crawling of the worms, or the running of the beasts, they all represented repeated confrontations.
With this thought in mind, Klein took out Death Knell and quickly pinched the first joint of his index finger twice with his left thumb.
Countless illusory threads appeared in front of his eyes, allowing him to see things that were different from his normal vision and Spirit Vision.
Two blobs of dense black threads that were swimming around him rapidly represented Reinette Tinekerr and the Rose School demigod!
Apart from this, Klein also discovered that a dense cluster of illusory black threads was rapidly approaching his location. From time to time, it would stop to avoid the two demigods who were engaged in an intense battle.
There's another enemy? The enemy that was hiding in the distance and waiting for the outcome has now decided to participate in the battle? In short, in such a situation, the one approaching stealthily was definitely an enemy! Klein's eyes flickered as he pulled Death Knell's hammer, causing it to naturally droop and enter a state of Lethal Attack.
Then, he pretended not to notice the cluster of illusory black threads as he reached into his pocket with his left hand and grabbed a gold coin. In a divination manner, he made it jump and roll between his fingers.
He was interfering with the spiritual intuition of the approaching person!
After losing the paper figurine, he could only use this method.
After patiently waiting for two seconds for the other party to enter his shooting range, Klein's eyes turned solemn as he suddenly raised his right hand, aimed in that direction, and pulled the trigger!
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