At that moment, the shadow seemed corporeal. It was cold and moist, instantly binding Klein inside, turning him into a mosquito in amber.
Klein's figure was immediately flattened and squeezed, degenerating into a soft piece of paper that quickly rotted into mud.
Paper Figurine Substitutes!
Having sensed the danger ahead of time, he had used Paper Figurine Substitutes in time!
His figure in a black clergyman's robe appeared at the other end of the dining table. He opened his mouth, about to let out a bang.
At that moment, Klein's mind suddenly went into a trance. He felt everything around him turn blurry and unclear.
He instantly understood that he had been forcefully pulled into a dream!
And he also used this to confirm one point. His ability to maintain lucidity and rationality in an abnormal dream had long solidified into a characteristic of himself. He no longer needed the gray fog!
After a slight struggle, Klein immediately woke up. He saw the shadows in the room slowly surging towards him like a tidal wave.
Bang!
He opened his mouth and created an air bullet with extremely strong penetrative power.
When the bullet hit the shadow, it blasted open a huge empty space.
The shadows around the empty space immediately surged over like water, filling it up and restoring everything to its original state. Klein took this opportunity to roll to the side. He made the glove on his left hand turn pale and dyed it a dark green.
With a smack, the spot where he had been was struck by a blob of flesh and blood that flew out of the shadow. It was covered in a dark red carpet that was covered in strange mold.
Vaguely, Klein felt that he had been weakened. Without thinking too deeply about it, he immediately made the soles of his feet emit a layer of ice that emanated a cold aura.
White frost condensed and quickly froze the shadow. Beneath the translucent crystal, the pitch-black distorted and squirmed as though it was oil with a life of its own.
Zombie's Ice Seal!
Klein rolled again and changed his position. At the same time, he made his glove protrude black particles that were deep and dark.
Right on the heels of that, he straightened his body and faced the shadow under the layer of ice. He spat out a word in the Devil language that was filled with filth:
"Slow down!"
Suddenly, Klein saw that the movement of the shadow had slowed down, appearing extremely stiff. However, his own thoughts had also become sluggish, and he was unable to follow up with a follow-up attack.
His Language of Foulness had been distorted. It was clearly targeted at the shadow, but it had been distorted to the entire living room, affecting him.
In just a breath's time, Klein broke free from the slow state. Without thinking, he rushed to the dining table, picked up a plate with half a steak, and threw it at the shadow.
During this process, although the glove on his left hand remained dark, it gave off an evil and noble feeling.
Bribe!
He was using the steak to "bribe" the enemy, weakening their attack, defense, and control abilities!
At this moment, the shadow suddenly retreated to the corner of the wall, causing the plate to smash into the melting ice and shatter into many pieces.
Then, the shadow surged upwards and transformed into a pitch-black figure wearing a hooded robe.
In the palm of this figure, there was already a transparent and blurry book, accompanied by a distant and ethereal chant:
"I came, I saw, and I recorded."
Just as the chant sounded, the book quickly flipped, producing a blazing white flaming spear in front of it.
Mr. A? Has he gone completely mad? In such an environment, he actually dares to use fire-type Beyonder powers? Klein's heart tightened as his thoughts raced. He hurriedly rushed towards the other party and dragged his left hand behind him.
Creeping Hunger was quickly dyed with a dark and deep color that was filled with the aura of depravity. Then, it condensed into an exaggerated gigantic sword formed from scarlet magma and light blue flames.
Dong!
Klein took a heavy step forward, pulled his back, and moved his shoulder as he ferociously struck out with his left arm.
The muscles on his arm bulged up as he brandished the Sword of Magma from the bottom up!
Pfft! The gorgeous giant sword struck the flaming spear. Dazzling white, light blue, and scarlet light scattered in all directions at the same time, igniting the chairs and the curtains.
The noisy murmurs on the streets outside had long disappeared. The indistinct figures had all turned towards him, and it was extremely quiet.
After shattering the flaming spear, Klein bent his knee, knelt down on one leg, and snapped his fingers with his right hand.
Pa!
All the flames in the room were extinguished.
Klein didn't move again. He had a nagging feeling that there were countless gazes trying to penetrate the curtains in search of abnormalities.
The hooded man formed from the shadows similarly didn't move. He, who had been in a frenzy a moment ago, seemed to sense an indescribable horror slowly approaching.
In the dark room that only had some crimson moonlight, Klein and the other party were kneeling on one knee, while the other was standing against the wall. They looked like two stone statues.
In the extreme and unbearable silence, time passed abnormally slowly. Klein had only silently counted ten seconds before he had the illusion that an hour had passed.
Finally, the beast-like growl sounded once again. It was intermittent, and the indistinct figures outside the window began walking again as they paced back and forth on the streets.
Almost at the same time, Klein completed his initial control over his target's Spirit Body Threads. The hooded man's actions of pouncing forward instantly turned sluggish!
Without any hesitation, Klein bent his body and circled around. He planned on using his opponent's high delay to interrupt his subsequent counterattack and slowly turn him into a puppet.
At this moment, his nose suddenly felt itchy as he couldn't help but open his mouth.
Achoo!
Klein sneezed heavily as he lost control of his Spirit Body Threads. Furthermore, his throat began to hurt as his snot gradually formed.
He had caught a cold!
He had caught a cold during the intense battle!
After suspecting that the other party was Mr. A, Klein had already been taking precautions against a Demoness's illness. This was because he had previously fought with Mr. A and suffered greatly from this ability. However, in the battle where he didn't have the time to think, he had miscalculated something. His physique had already deteriorated significantly from the true Demoness Panatiya's plague. He wasn't able to last until the puppet's transformation was complete, and he didn't even have the chance to deepen his initial control and launch a lethal attack with Air Bullet!
Achoo!
As Klein sneezed, he rolled around. At the same time, he switched Creeping Hunger to the Baron of Corruption state. He attempted to use his Distortion powers on himself to see if he could reduce the effects of his cold.
Of course, thanks to his "bribe," his illness wasn't considered serious. It only affected his control of his Spirit Body Threads, but it wasn't to the extent that he couldn't fight.
While rolling, Klein saw from the corner of his eye that the enemy had extricated himself from his shadow state. The hood slid down, revealing a beautiful female face. It was none other than Mr. A.
This Oracle of the Aurora Order had actually survived to this day in such a harsh environment!
However, his eyes were already blood-red. He looked at Klein as though he was looking at a sumptuous delicacy. He didn't hide the hunger that came from the bottom of his heart.
At that moment, Klein didn't feel depressed at all. This was because he still had the strength to fight.
He wasn't most worried about Mr. A, but that the increasingly intense battle between the two parties would create flames that would attract the dangerous existences outside. When that happened, it would be difficult for the two of them to escape death!
Hunger … The intense hunger has already made Mr. A lose his rationality. He no longer cares about the figures on the streets … If he can alleviate his hunger a little, he'll likely stop attacking and patiently wait for the crimson moon to be covered by the fog again … Give him some "food"? As his thoughts raced, Klein nearly cut off a piece of his flesh and threw it at him.
Thankfully, he thought of something in time.
He had food on him!
It was a dried mushroom made by Frank Lee. It was said to be a hybrid of beef and a bit of Rose Bishop's flesh. As long as there was fish and water, it could continue to reproduce.
As this was already a new species on a microscopic level, it no longer had any substantial relationship with a Rose Bishop. Therefore, Klein had placed it together with common herbal powders such as slumber flowers. He didn't take it out because he wasn't worried that it would cause any changes to the core seal behind Chanis Gate.
Achoo. Another sneeze and another roll. Klein had already taken out a dried mushroom and thrown it at Mr. A.
Perhaps the smell of beef had attracted him, or perhaps the Rose Bishop had sensed something, but Mr. A immediately stopped flipping through the illusory book. He caught the mushroom, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed it.
The hunger in his eyes gradually lessened, but the way he looked at Klein remained unchanged.
With two whooshing sounds, Klein threw the remaining dried mushrooms over. Mr. A caught them one by one and ate them all without hesitation.
His gaze finally eased as he looked at the indistinct figures pacing outside the window. Step by step, he retreated to a corner and melted into the shadows.
Phew … Klein silently exhaled and retreated to another corner of the wall.
Mr. A actually isn't dead … I have to say that in such an environment, a Rose Bishop's powers are indeed of great help. Just the flesh and blood stored in advance and eating myself can last for a very long time … Of course, Mr. A hasn't been killed by Lady of Despair Panatiya. That's enough to indicate his strength. However, the demigod Beyonder powers he recorded must've been used up … As Klein thought, he deliberated over his words, hoping to get some information from Mr. A.
"Did you find any clues to leave?"
There was silence. Mr. A didn't respond at all.
He's so crazy that he can't communicate? Klein pondered for two seconds before saying a name.
"Leomaster."
This was the name of the Aurora Order's Saint of Darkness with a split personality.
After a brief silence, Mr. A's slightly hoarse voice finally sounded.
"Was he 'sent' in as well?"
Indeed, only matters regarding the Aurora Order can garner a response … Klein said frankly, "No.
He's trapped in the ruins of the battle of the gods. "
Without waiting for Mr. A to say a word, he continued,
"Why didn't you enter that cathedral?"
Mr. A said in a hoarse and muffled voice, "That place is very dangerous, very dangerous …
"It's the same outside. It's equally dangerous.
"It's the same outside. It's equally dangerous. All the dangers originate from there. All the people who disappeared will reappear under the Bloody Moon …"
Before he finished his sentence, the crimson moonlight that penetrated the curtains suddenly turned extremely dim.
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