Bang!
The iron-black revolver with a slightly long barrel retreated as a pale golden luster shot out, heading straight for the target's next destination.
However, the blob of illusory black threads suddenly stopped, as though it was observing something.
From its state, it didn't seem to sense the impending danger. It was purely attracted by something else.
A grayish-white rabbit leaped out from the lush grass and fled into the distance. A tree in front of the blob of illusory black threads suddenly fell backward amidst the gunshot.
At the height of a person, a gigantic and irregular hole appeared on the tree trunk, as well as pure and blazing pale golden flames. The entire tree had been snapped in half!
The might of Death Knell's strike was like a small-caliber cannon, but its penetrative power was even stronger!
The dense blob of illusory black threads was clearly given a fright as it instinctively vanished from its spot, appearing on the surface of a shallow puddle.
His figure was inevitably outlined. He was a man with a pale face, sunken eyes, and light-brown eyes. He was about forty years old, and he had a black mustache above his lips. He wore an old triangular hat.
This man's appearance was no stranger to Klein. His bounty notice kept appearing in front of him, stacking up to form a clear impression.
Admiral of Blood Señor!
Just in Rouen alone, his bounty is worth 42000 pounds!
He has long infiltrated Bayam! He's here to take Turani von Helmosuin away? After that great scientist was discovered and died, he joined Rose School's mission to target me? I seem to have an additional weakness, but before it's triggered, there's no way to know what it is … As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein saw Señor's figure vanish once again.
However, the traces of this Admiral of Blood's existence remained obvious. The blob of illusory black threads that corresponded to him was like a firefly in the night to Klein. It wasn't difficult to identify him.
The blob of illusory black threads rapidly circled around him, using the morning dew, glass shards, and water puddles that had mysteriously frozen to complete one leap after another. Soon, the distance between them was very close.
Klein didn't wait on the spot. Instead, he dodged and dodged slightly to avoid being hit by the Rose School's demigod who was in the middle of a fierce battle.
Señor's performance made him understand one thing. For a Wraith to possess a target and directly control his body, it must first be within a certain range. Although the demigod from Rose School could do it from a longer distance, perhaps out of contempt or fear of accidents, he didn't do it.
It was certain that Señor was a Sequence 5 Wraith! Klein kept changing his position, waiting for the distance to become more suitable.
Just as Admiral of Blood slowed down a little and was about to possess his target remotely, the glove on Klein's left hand suddenly turned deep black, as though it was constructed from layers of pure particles.
He then spat out a word in the demonic language full of filth.
"Slow down!"
Señor had a premonition as he suddenly changed his position before Klein could open his mouth. However, everything within seven to eight meters came to a standstill. His dodging failed to produce any results.
This was an area-of-effect effect!
Señor's figure suddenly slowed down as he once again outlined himself in the real World. Klein raised the iron-black revolver in his right hand and pulled the hammer, placing his opponent within his aiming range.
With Death Knell, he saw that his opponent's body was filled with all sorts of colors. The ghastly white color that represented his weakness wasn't on his head, but a point above his Adam's apple.
Without any hesitation, Klein pulled the trigger.
Lethal attack!
At this moment, a blob of illusory black threads wandered to Señor's side and casually pulled at him.
Admiral of Blood immediately leaned to the side as the pale golden bullet brushed past his neck and hit a distant rock, shattering it to pieces!
Following that, a layer of golden flames ignited on Señor's neck, causing him to raise his head and open his mouth.
A sharp shriek immediately blasted into Klein's ears, causing his head to buzz as his body came to a momentary halt.
At some point in time, invisible souls were flying around Señor. Then, with a cold wind, they pounced at the enemy from the sky, the ground, and every direction.
In each of Klein's eyes, a pale-looking man wearing a triangular hat and a red coat quickly materialized. They were almost complete.
Pa!
Klein snapped his fingers as his body was instantly enveloped by scarlet flames.
Before the Wraith could truly possess him, he had vanished from his spot!
And less than ten meters below the tree, the weeds were burning as the flames grew larger and soared into the sky.
Klein nimbly leaped out and raised Death Knell once again. He aimed at the spot where he had been standing in a daze and injected more than twice the normal amount of spirituality into it.
"Slaughter!"
Bang!
He pulled the trigger, and the pale golden bullet split into countless fragments. With holy flames, it swept across the area that the muzzle was aimed at. The formless spirits and ghosts seemed to have been swept by a solar storm. Without any ability to resist, they screamed as they were set ablaze.
Having failed to possess him, Señor immediately knew that he would suffer a counterattack. He immediately flashed into a nearby glass fragment in an attempt to dodge. However, the storm of bullets brought by Massacre had enveloped a rather large area, including the glass fragment!
Amidst a loud boom, a few golden flames struck the side of the glass. They failed to hit it directly, only inflicting burning damage. Señor leaped into the "mirror" once again and appeared on the surface of a drop of dew in the distance. His body was covered in rotting wounds caused by the power of purification, but they weren't serious.
Isn't this way too lucky? Indeed, Señor has a mystical item that can make him lucky … There are only three purifying bullets left … Klein frowned slightly as he ran agilely, as though he wanted to chase after him.
As he knew that he was facing a member of Rose School, he had switched all the Beyonder bullets in his revolver to purifying bullets that targeted Wraith zombies. There were a total of six, and he had already fired three shots!
During the first shot, Señor was saved by a rabbit that had jumped in by chance. During the second shot, he was pulled by a Rose School demigod who happened to run to his side. During the third shot, he happened to be in the gap between the fragments during Massacre and didn't suffer any serious damage. His level of luck was unacceptable to Klein!
However, Klein wasn't dispirited. Instead, he changed his appearance and figure back to that of a German Sparrow. This was to prepare to throw out a large number of Sea God domain charms the moment the situation turned awry, creating a certain fluctuation that would allow Sea King Jaan Kottman in Bayam to acutely sense.
If this Sequence 3 demigod were to arrive and face a Rose School demigod, a hostile pirate admiral, and an adventurer with a mysterious background who had ties to the military, there was no doubt as to who he would deal with first.
As for Miss Messenger, Klein believed that she would be able to retreat into the spirit world in time and freely choose to participate in the battle royale or leave.
After receiving the telegram last night, the reason why Klein didn't find an opportunity to escape in the middle of the night was because Sea King could give him a sense of security.
If he were to head out alone, he would definitely be noticed and captured into the Church of the Storm to be interrogated about his background. It was hard to predict what would happen after that.
If he were to stay in his room and wait for the person who "saw" him to attack, he would have a chance to struggle to the streets and be discovered by Sea King.
Against an evil person who was at least a demigod and a Sequence 5 adventurer who was rumored to be related to the military, Jaan Kottman would undoubtedly first deal with the people from Rose School. And as a cardinal of the Church of the Storm and a high-ranking deacon of the Mandated Punishers, he could use all kinds of Sealed Artifacts in the diocese. Even if he encountered an angel, he would be able to hold out for a period of time. At the same time, he would receive military support. In the chaos, Klein would have a chance to escape to the seaside and leave on a whale ship!
To his regret, the night was peaceful after the telegram. And during the day, it was difficult for Sea King to monitor the entire city.
Pa!
Klein snapped his fingers again, causing the surrounding trees and weeds to ignite. It was as though fireworks were blooming with him as the center, giving off an inexplicable feeling of magnificence.
The reason why he had chosen to pass through the forest to the cliff was because it was especially suitable for a Magician's performance!
His figure flashed and leaped through the flames as he circled around Admiral of Blood Señor, avoiding his approach and control. And with his previous experience and lesson, Señor knew that his target had an area-of-effect attack and the ability to deal damage. He didn't dare stay too long around him. If he missed, he would immediately try his best to open up a distance between them. He would either let out a wraith's scream to affect his target or use his pale green fingers to aim at him like a gun. Unfortunately, the latter could only extinguish the flames and wither the vegetation. It was unable to truly lock onto Klein.
Seeing that the fireworks-like flames were the greatest obstacle to his attack, Señor stopped in his tracks and once again let out a piercing scream that could injure a Spirit Body.
Amidst the scream, an icy-blue halo rapidly expanded beneath his feet, covering the soil, messy weeds, and scattered rocks on the ground in a layer of white ice.
The cluster of flames made a sizzling sound, and after a small amount of mist rose, it was completely extinguished in the frost.
Affected by the wraith's scream, Klein's Flaming Jump slowed down by half a beat and failed miserably. His figure had no choice but to appear midway as he staggered.
Then, he saw an illusory skull swirling with black gas rush at him. It carried a heavy sense of death, as though it was an envoy sent by the Underworld!
At that instant, Klein didn't seem to be able to dodge, but a pale blue fireball that emanated the smell of sulfur suddenly condensed in front of him.
His glove remained pitch-black, in a Devil state!
With a poof, the fireball was extinguished. The illusory skull swirling with black gas also turned blurry and shattered, scattering to the ground, creating lifeless spots.
Right on the heels of that, Klein stabilized his body and took out an iron cigarette case from his pocket. He threw it at Señor, and at some point in time, his glove had turned noble and sinister.
Baron of Corruption, Bribe!
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