The three types of paper in Leymano's Travels were clearly different in terms of feel. The white paper that could only record Sequence 7, 8, and 9 had a smooth surface and was a thin layer. The yellowish-brown goatskin paper that corresponded to Sequence 6 and 5 was like tanned leather. It was extremely pliable, and the three charred yellow pages that could record godhood were thick and textured. They made it so that one didn't need to size them up with one's eyes. Just a quick touch would allow one to make the most effective distinction.
Klein's fingers quickly found the three thick and textured pages as he lightly pinched the middle page.
Although the pocket wasn't big enough, preventing him from fully opening Leymano's Travels, Magicians Fors had personally modified a hooded robe. It still provided quite a decent amount of space, allowing the palm-sized spellbook to be opened to a 90-degree angle.
As Klein held it with his palm, preventing Leymano's Travels from closing, he slid his finger across the corresponding page's surface. He felt a slight bump on the surface, making the mysterious and ancient patterns and symbols appear in his mind through touch.
His spirituality was injected.
This charred yellow page recorded the demigod powers of the Storm pathway:
"Tornado"!
Klein wanted to create chaos to interfere with the Aurora Order Saint who might be hiding in the shadows. He wanted to take the opportunity to kill Mr. X and use the wind to escape.
Apart from this goal, the chaos could also effectively hide any traces, making the members of the gathering scatter and flee in a sorry state. And with their identities unclear, doing so would make them suspicious, making it difficult for the Aurora Order to trace it back to Xio.
As his thoughts raced, Klein's gaze locked onto a spot as he slowly pulled out Leymano's Travels with his left hand.
At the same time, Mr. X took two steps to his side and stood in the same direction as him, like an old friend who hadn't seen each other in years.
Right on the heels of that, there was an explosion as a visible and terrifying hurricane spiraled around the spot Klein's spirituality had indicated.
The tables, coffee tables, sofas, and high-back chairs in the room flew into the air. The violent tornado cracked the walls and took the roof with it as it swept towards the entrance of the alley. Some of the members of the party were caught in the wind and were thrown far away. Some of them were pushed forward by the wind pressure and stumbled forward, rushing to other places.
If it wasn't for Klein deliberately controlling the timing and direction of the hurricane, not only would Mr. X's old house be destroyed, even the surrounding apartment buildings wouldn't be spared. As for the gathering members, they would be swept up by the wind. Their survival would be up to luck.
The howling sound quickly became agitated. The tornado that soared into the sky was like a terrifying giant. It staggered towards the entrance of the alley and towards the street. Everywhere it passed, the ground was clean, not a single thing was left behind.
Klein was similarly sent flying. He and Mr. X, who was possessed by a Wraith, were thrown to another street.
During this process, as the two of them were standing close to each other, and with the Wraith being able to float in midair, he could control the target's body to a certain extent at the periphery of the hurricane. Therefore, the distance between Klein and Mr. X remained within five meters. His control of the Spirit Body Threads never stopped.
In midair, with the howling wind in his ears, Klein suddenly pulled his right hand in front of his chest, tearing apart the surface of his hooded robe. He reached under his armpit and pulled out Death Knell.
Although Mr. X could finish him off with an Air Bullet in his present state, Klein decided to be careful. He was afraid that his mystical item would have a passive effect, just like Admiral of Blood Señor's necklace.
One had to do their best when hunting!
With Klein's intense action of pulling out his gun, his control of the Spirit Body Threads was clearly affected. If Mr. X wasn't in a state where he was close to being completely controlled, just this moment would have allowed him to regain his basic lucidity.
However, even so, Mr. X's thoughts were no longer frozen as they became a little more lively.
He attempted to struggle, but in a short period of time, the possessed Wraith, Señor, made all his efforts turn stiff and contradictory.
Then, the enemy who was falling sideways appeared in Mr. X's eyes. Half a thin face and the corresponding deep lines appeared.
In his line of sight, the other party coldly pulled the hammer and aimed the black muzzle at him.
Bang!
Without any hesitation, Klein pulled the trigger as the gunshot's boom was swallowed by the wind.
Mr. X's head jerked back as though an invisible hand had pressed down on his face.
His head, his brass mask, at this moment, split into countless pieces, carrying with them a red and white liquid, flying in all directions.
A fatal shot!
The death knell was tolling for him!
Thud!
After firing that shot, Klein's back hit the ground as he fell to the street.
Thud. Mr. X landed to the side as the blood and fragments that were scattered in midair strangely flowed backward and gathered at his neck, forming a head covered in cracks and cracks.
This was the power of a Wraith.
At that moment, the tornado that had lost its support began to collapse. And the huge commotion had undoubtedly been noticed by the distant demigods.
Inside the Holy Wind Cathedral, the newly appointed archbishop of Baekeland, Deep Blue Officiant, Randall Valentine, flew out of his room and floated high in the sky.
The fallen Klein saw that the wind pressure had weakened. He held Death Knell in one hand and Leymano's Travels in the other, just as he was about to flip the latter to the first yellowish-brown goatskin page.
After getting this magic book, he realized that there was a record of "Traveler's Gate" in the pages that originally existed in the book.
Klein originally believed that it was a coincidence, but on careful thought, he believed that it was inevitable. This was because Leymano's Travels belonged to the ancient Abraham family. They controlled the Apprentice pathway and many corresponding mystical items. They had the resources and were willing to record the powers of a Traveler. After all, it was very, very, very useful.
At that moment, as long as the Traveler's Door took form, Klein could easily leave with Mr. X's corpse that Wraith Señor had possessed.
The reason why he hadn't used it in the house was because the Aurora Order Saint that might be present wasn't affected. There was a chance that he could discover and interrupt him. Furthermore, Mr. X was a Traveler, so there was a certain chance that he could use Teleportation Door to escape his predicament. Before he died completely, Klein didn't wish to take the risk.
At that moment, Klein's vision darkened as he realized that the surrounding streets were filled with pitch-black and strange invisible liquid. It surged over and rapidly condensed, forming a sturdy cage.
In this kind of darkness, the shadows came to life, and their cold gazes all fell on him.
Power at the level of a demigod! The Aurora Order Saint was indeed nearby! There's no way to teleport directly! Klein's heart tightened as he calmly flipped Leymano's Travels to the charred page.
Sizzle!
Silver "pythons" leaped out of thin air as they intertwined with each other and swept through the darkness, illuminating everything.
Lightning Storm!
The solidified pitch-black instantly shattered, and without any hesitation, Klein had stuffed Death Knell's right hand into his pocket. He pinched the dark green stone that was covered in burn marks.
"Door!"
He said in ancient Hermes with an abnormally calm tone.
A light blue glow burst out as Klein's figure rapidly turned blurry. Even Mr. X's corpse, which had come over to grab his shoulder, experienced the same changes.
The two figures instantly turned transparent as they vanished from the spot. They quickly departed from the brightly colored and overlapping spirit world, cleverly escaping.
In the alley that was strewn with wood chips, rubble, cloth, and all sorts of junk, in the flattened gathering house, in a shadowy spot, someone grunted.
"Damn it!"
At this moment, the other gathering members had already fled the street. A sonic boom sounded from high in the sky.
…
Xio and Fors, who were searching for ghosts in East Borough, were alarmed by the sudden brightening of the sky. They hurriedly looked into the distance and saw the silver forest that bloomed like a flower.
That warped posture and hideous feeling made them tremble for some baffling reason despite them being very far away. They nearly didn't dare look straight at it.
"What exactly happened over there?" Xio mumbled softly as she exchanged looks with Fors in confusion.
Fors actually had some guesses, but she found it unbelievable. This was because this completely exceeded the strength of The World, German Sparrow!
…
In an alley without any lights, Klein appeared out of thin air with Mr. X's corpse as he landed on the ground.
He didn't panic at all. He first left Death Knell in his pocket before using his right hand to take out another book from his chest.
Rosell's Travels!
Pa! Klein slapped the book written by Dragon of Imagination Ankewelt at Mr. X's face, staining the cover with blood.
Moments later, Mr. X's corpse vanished, leaving behind Wraith Señor in his old triangular hat and dark red coat.
Right on the heels of that, Klein put away Rosell's Travels and flipped open Leymano's Travels, making the other yellowed page face up.
Suddenly, a bright light burst out from the book as an illusory angel with twelve pairs of wings flew up and landed on Klein.
All of this happened in an instant as the alley returned to darkness. Only the dim moonlight silently illuminated the area.
Klein then took out another metal bottle and poured out the blood stored inside, smearing it evenly on the cover of Leymano's Travels.
After doing all of this, he put away the other items, pulled off his hooded robe, and casually shook it to the side.
Scarlet flames soared up and burned the tattered clothes cleanly.
At the same time, Klein silently grew ten centimeters, making him look rather ordinary.
Then, he used the stars in the sky to determine his bearings and picked up a fallen tree branch to help. Soon, he passed through the dark and depraved streets and returned to the cheap inn from before.
Up to this point, he still didn't know what weakness he had.
In the single room of the cheap inn, Klein changed into his own clothes and transformed back into German Sparrow.
Looking at the thin and cold crazy adventurer in the mirror, he fell silent for a few seconds before picking up his half top hat and wearing it.
…
Above the flattened building, the Cardinal of the Church of the Storm, the archbishop of Baekeland diocese, Deep Blue Officiant Randall Valentine, who had failed to catch the rat, looked down in silence for a long while.
…
160 Böklund Street. Butler Walter looked at the visitor outside the door in surprise.
"Bishop, is there a reason for your sudden visit?"
Bishop Elektra chuckled.
"I heard that Dwayne is sick, so I came to visit him. Perhaps with the Goddess's blessings, he will quickly recover."
。 Divine King of the Nine Heavens
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