Señor obviously wouldn't bet on the fact that the item thrown at him wasn't a threat. He immediately dodged and flashed far away, allowing the iron cigar case sealed by the wall of spirituality to fall to the ground.
Then, he opened his mouth again and let out a sharp howl.
The howl that seemed to come from the depths of his Spirit Body made Klein's head hurt. Even though he often received damage from the ravings of the True Creator, Mr. Door, and other existences, giving him a rather strong resistance against such attacks, it was inevitable that he would come to a momentary halt. His nose burned as though his capillaries had ruptured.
However, his resistance and the weakening effects of Bribe allowed him to only pause for an instant. And this was something Admiral of Blood Señor had no way of knowing.
Therefore, Klein pretended that he didn't recover that quickly and revealed his weak side, waiting for his enemy to take the bait.
In normal battles, as a Wraith could use mirror-like objects to jump, making it impossible for others to determine his position ahead of time, he was unable to maintain a distance of five meters even if he created clumps of flames and used them to constantly flash around. His control of Spirit Body Threads would always be interrupted the moment it had any effect.
For this, he planned on taking a slight risk and making his opponent jump into the trap he had dug. He wanted to end the battle as soon as possible and escape to the cliff.
Seeing that his target was clearly in a daze due to the repeated damage from the Wraith's screams, Señor didn't hesitate to make his aura turn dark.
Where Klein's eyes were, Admiral of Blood's figure rapidly appeared. It was abnormally small and abnormally clear.
This didn't seem like a reflection of the outside world. The two tiny figures seemed to be living in his pupils!
Just as the Wraith's possession was about to be completed, the tattered and charred Klein bent his back slightly and calmly extended his palm to his left, as though he was a polite gentleman saying "please."
Creeping Hunger maintained its sinister and noble black color, forcefully distorting Admiral of Blood's target.
And due to the freezing halo, the surroundings were covered in frost and crystals. It was equivalent to a mirror!
Above the thin layer of ice, Señor's figure in his triangular hat appeared with a slightly stunned expression.
At this moment, Creeping Hunger switched to a deep black state as Klein spat out words filled with filth in the Devil language:
"Slow down!"
Señor, who was about to use the mirror-like object to jump away, suddenly stiffened. His figure was outlined uncontrollably. His movements were very stiff, and his attempt failed.
Because Slow Speed couldn't be used continuously, Klein's left glove turned pale and was dyed a dark green.
Zombies!
The frost on the ground intensified once again as it rapidly spread to Senor's side. It caused the slow-moving Senor to turn into a complete ice sculpture starting from his toes.
Knowing that a wraith had a strong resistance to ice, Klein didn't slow down. He spent a second to make Creeping Hunger look like it was forged from gold.
The illusory black threads in his eyes disappeared, and two dazzling bolts of silver lightning shot out from the depths of his eyes to the surface.
Interrogator, Psychic Piercing!
If it were under normal circumstances, Señor's body, which had fused with his spirit and body, would only be slightly affected. He might even suffer a backlash. However, having just escaped Slow Speed, and having yet to remove the ice, he could only forcefully withstand the invisible arrow that targeted his Soul Body!
His mind felt like it had been pierced by a knife as it violently stirred. The pain spread throughout his body, making him temporarily lose his mind.
By the time he snapped to his senses and prepared to continue jumping to open up a distance, the cold-looking adventurer opposite him opened his mouth once again.
"Slow down!"
Dogsh * t … Admiral of Blood Señor's actions turned sluggish once again. Following that, he undoubtedly suffered the follow-up attacks of Freeze and Psychic Piercing.
When he barely escaped, the black-haired, brown-eyed German Sparrow opened his mouth for the third time in a deadpan manner.
"Slow down!"
Señor felt a wave of anger and despair before falling into the same cycle from before.
As for Klein, who had controlled his opponent three times in a row, he had long begun secretly controlling Admiral of Blood's Spirit Body Threads.
In fact, the most effective method was to use Death Knell to deliver two or three fatal shots to the target while he was powerless to escape. However, his previous failures told him that the enemy had a mystical item that could make him luckier. Attacks that were too direct and lethal could very well lead to accidents, making it impossible to achieve the desired effects.
And it was precisely because of this that he chose to gradually control his Spirit Body Threads!
Time quickly passed as Klein circled around Admiral of Blood Señor to dodge any attacks that might come from the Rose School demigod. As he controlled his Spirit Body Threads, he gradually reached a state of basic control.
Three seconds, two seconds, one second!
Señor's thoughts turned sluggish as every part of his body seemed to be covered in rust.
Klein no longer had the strength to use Creeping Hunger again. He continued deepening his control as he moved around at a moderate pace.
No … I can't … continue … like this … A thought flashed through Señor's mind slowly as he condensed a transparent ice arrow in front of him.
It was dyed a shade of dark green, as though it was paying homage to the surrounding forest.
As for Klein, who had witnessed his opponent's slow-motion actions, he had already calmly retracted his left hand. He took out Rosell's Travels from his chest and positioned himself.
Sou!
The ice arrow finally shot out. It looked like it was heading straight for Klein's chest, but midway, it suddenly changed directions and slanted upwards!
This was supposed to be an abnormally sudden and fatal change, but Señor's thoughts were a lot slower. Only when the ice arrow was about to reach Klein's body did he receive the "command." The change wasn't sufficient and was rather rushed. Klein easily blocked it with Rosell's Travels.
Señor's face seemed to turn paler. After a few seconds of thought, he slowly opened his mouth and attempted to emit a wraith's scream.
Klein was already prepared as he spoke first.
Bang!
The Air Bullet quickly shot out and hit Señor's mouth, causing his head to tilt back as his teeth fell out. The scream was cut short in his throat.
Seeing his control deepen bit by bit as Señor's resistance crumbled again and again, to the point where even his lunatic outbursts that were about to lose their rationality were interrupted, Klein felt a sense of delight.
At this moment, the shrill, sharp, and terrifying cry of a baby suddenly sounded, echoing through the forest.
Klein felt goosebumps all over his body as he dropped Rosell's Travels to the ground with a thud. His brain seemed to be clenched tightly by an invisible hand as he temporarily lost his senses of everything, including his Spirit Body Threads. Señor's state of being controlled was removed.
More than a hundred meters away from them, the large black baby with swollen and wrinkled skin that looked like it had just come out of water broke free from its illusory state and returned to reality.
His limbs were thin and long, and there was only an irregular hole on his face. It was filled with white teeth that circled around it.
At this moment, Jack's body was covered in obvious and deep wounds. They pierced through his black, swollen skin, causing the rotting blackish-green liquid to gush out.
After this Rose School demigod appeared, he no longer dodged or fled. He roared like a madman, letting out a cry that sounded like a baby's cry. It caused Klein and Señor to fall into a half-unconscious and half-painful state. Their bodies even showed signs of losing control.
The four heads with golden hair and red eyes leaped out of the void as they opened their mouths and let out a silent scream, causing the terrifying cry to return to silence.
Reinette Tinekerr and Jack engaged in battle once again. They alternated between the spirit world and the real world as they rapidly traversed through the leaves, weeds, insect eggs, ice crystals, and thorns.
Admiral of Blood Señor and Klein stood in their original spots in a daze, trying their best to extricate themselves from the influence of the baby's cry.
In this aspect, Señor believed that as a Wraith, he had an advantage that others couldn't hope to match. The corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up a little.
He had already thought of how he would deal with him next.
But at this moment, the cold adventurer's gaze in his tattered clothes had already turned sober!
It had only been a second since the baby's cry stopped!
The abnormally experienced Klein recovered first and discovered that Señor was still in a daze.
A chance! His heart stirred. He didn't attempt the unexpected long-range attacks, nor did he choose to spend more time controlling his Spirit Body Threads. With a stomp of his right foot, his figure leaped towards his opponent like a cheetah.
His left glove was dark and gloomy as it landed behind him, condensing a gigantic weapon formed from magma and flames. Its appearance was closer to a saber.
Desire Apostle, Sword of Magma!
Tap!
Klein's body flashed past Senor's left as the burning greatsword swept across Senor's abdomen and got stuck in the middle.
With a whoosh, Señor was ignited by the pale blue flames. However, his body was only injured and he didn't lose his life. He cried out in pain.
After the two brushed past each other, Klein abandoned the Sword of Magma. With a stomp of his left foot, he turned around and faced Admiral of Blood's back. He pressed the iron-black Death Knell to the back of his head.
He didn't use a Lethal Strike, but instead pulled the trigger!
Amidst the bang, his body suddenly trembled. This was because the spot he had stepped on seemed to be a hole. Hence, Death Knell suddenly slid down as the pale golden bullet struck the side of Senor's neck.
Blood that was dyed dark green splattered as Admiral of Blood lost a small portion of his neck. His body fell forward and he fell unconscious, but he wasn't dead.
Just as Klein was about to fire another shot, the sky suddenly darkened as an arm reached out!
The arm was at least ten meters long, and its surface was pitch-black and sticky. There were strange protrusions on its surface. Some of them had skull heads, some had three-dimensional eyes, and some had sharp tongues. As soon as they appeared, the entire forest swayed.
All the green leaves withered as all the vermin stiffened and died. All the beasts were either paralyzed on the ground or crazily biting themselves as their bodies were drenched in blood!
The sense of danger in him was extremely intense. He suddenly closed his eyes and pounced towards the ground in front of him. Then, he rolled, grabbed Groselle's Travels, and placed it in front of his face to block it!
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