The rag doll's lifeless eyes, which couldn't move at all, straightened its body and looked towards the area where the crimson moonlight couldn't illuminate. The man with the swollen cheek and the other cultists were standing there silently, but at that moment, they lowered their heads and raised their hands, as though they were in a praying posture, piously listening to the "divine revelation."
Two to three seconds later, the rag doll finally straightened its body. Just as it was about to open its tongueless mouth and produce a sound that didn't belong to this "body," all its movements suddenly turned sluggish like a heavily rusted machine.
Klein, who was hiding among the cultists, had seen the rag doll strangely extend out spirit threads. Therefore, he didn't hesitate to take control of it!
In the brightly lit room, the lights dimmed. The rag doll with curved eyes and mouth instantly lost its bony support as it slumped to the table, motionless.
As the street lights flickered more than a thousand meters away, Klein lost control of the blob of Spirit Body Threads. With the help of the rag doll's descent, he only needed a second or two to jump out of his range!
Whoosh!
A bone-chilling wind blew in the room as the carpet with the tables and chairs suddenly twitched. It threw the man with the swollen cheek and most of the cultists to the ground. Only the disguised Klein had jumped up ahead of time and avoided the accident.
Of course, Winner Enzo happened to be at the edge of the carpet and wasn't affected.
Whoosh!
Amidst the cold wind, the carpet rolled up and tightly wrapped around a few cultists. Then, it covered their mouths and noses and wrapped around their throats.
At the same time, the fountain pens on the desk automatically removed their caps and shot out, stabbing into the neck of the man with the swollen cheek. There were so many of them that there was no gap.
The wooden chair exploded, allowing the spikes to sweep out, not sparing any of the other cultists.
Near the wall, the pipes of the wall lamps cracked open as the gas inside seeped out.
The curtains on the sofa stood up and twisted into ropes that wrapped around the conductor's throat. A few floorboards bounced up and stabbed into the bodies of a few cultists.
For a moment, all the items in the room were filled with aggression, trying to kill every single life in the room.
Klein wanted to dodge, but the shirt, pants, belt, coat, and hat on his body all had a life of their own, forcefully sealing him in place.
He suddenly opened his mouth and spoke.
"Pa!"
He simulated the sound of fingers snapping.
A scarlet flame rose from his pocket and instantly covered his body, breaking the shackles.
At this moment, the curtain on the other sofa rose up, as if an invisible person had draped it over them.
Klein's eyes immediately reflected such a strange image. His body trembled and stiffened on the spot. He was possessed by the "evil spirit"!
The flames from before had yet to be extinguished. Just as they were about to burn off his clothes and flesh, they turned him into a pitch-black paper doll.
The paper doll's back was covered in feather-like patterns, giving off an unreal, half-illusory feeling.
This was a mutated paper doll that had been tainted by Artificial Death's aura!
From the beginning, Klein knew that there were only two possibilities for him to wait for the doll to mutate. First, the person disguised as a deity was nearby and could sense the death of a believer. Hence, he had made preparations to deliberately descend and set a trap for the troublemaker. Second, the person using the doll was indeed a secret existence. "He" didn't know that the sacrifice had been destroyed and "He" continued descending as expected to give a further "revelation."
Regardless of the situation, it meant that the matter was rather dangerous. Therefore, how could Klein perform unprepared?
According to the characteristics of the other party's descent or possession of the doll, he had placed the paper doll that had mutated due to Artificial Death's aura into the iron cigar case ahead of time. Then, he maintained the marionette's standard at the level of an ordinary person, enticing the target to possess him!
At this moment, the "god" that the cultists worshipped changed from Klein to Death Paper Doll!
The scarlet flames swept inwards as the pitch-black paper doll ignited. The pale-white color suddenly expanded as it was dyed with a dark green color.
A slightly painful grunt sounded as a transparent shadow flashed across the window that reflected the crimson moonlight.
Almost at the same time, the items in the room that had "come to life" fell to the ground, returning to a dead state. As for Winner Enzo, flames soared into the sky and enveloped him.
At this very moment, in this port city located at the northern tip of the Southern Continent, the residents of the houses were enjoying the relaxation of the night and the warmth of their families. They didn't notice that the surface of the wall lamps on their glass windows would occasionally dim for a moment before returning to normal.
Accompanying this dimming was the flames in the fireplace that grew in size and shrank. The dregs in the kitchen ignited and extinguished.
During this process, the glass mirror of a particular house dimmed the most. The number of times the flames changed was the same. In the room, a few believers were praying to the Primordial Moon without noticing it.
After an unknown period of time, the crimson moonlight brightened a little. The entire city seemed to be draped in a soft veil.
This brightness quickly returned to normal as a scarlet flame rose up from the top of a silver candle on a dining table.
Winner Enzo walked out as his body and face rapidly changed into German Sparrow.
Just now, at the moment the crimson moon brightened, he had lost his target.
Not only does he have the Beyonder powers of a High-Sequence Beyonder of the Wraith pathway, he can also borrow the power of the crimson moon … One of these two aspects must be done by relying on a Sealed Artifact or a mystical item … Klein muttered to himself as he made a preliminary judgment.
After the demigod who possessed the cloth doll was corrupted by the Death Paper Figurine, he originally believed that he had a chance of taking him down. To his surprise, the enemy's strength and means were much stronger and richer than he had imagined.
The only thing he could confirm at the moment was that it wasn't an angel. Its strength and level were far inferior.
Amidst his thoughts, Klein left the dining room and entered the activity room. There were a few believers praying to the Primordial Moon.
Unlike the cultists on the steam locomotive, they knew very well who they were worshiping. They seemed to be more formal members.
One step, two steps, three steps. Klein walked into the room unhurriedly. The believers sensed him and turned around.
Under the powerful illusion of a Bizarro Sorcerer, they treated the German Sparrow as a descending Oracle. They saw a crimson moon silently shining above his head.
Thump, thump, thump. The believers prostrated themselves on the ground, piously paying their respects.
Klein didn't beat around the bush.
"Who was the Saint that you met earlier?"
Although one of the believers was puzzled, he still answered respectfully.
"Oracle, it's Shaman King Klarman."
Shaman King Klarman … This name is so familiar … Ah right, the author of my Book of Secrets … Isn't he already dead? It's been more than a thousand years since he was active. There's no way for saints of non-special pathways to live that long … He joined Rose School, but he still believes in the Primordial Moon and used some sort of method to extend his life? Or could it be that his Sequence itself could make him a long-lived species? Klein thought for a moment and remembered the origin of the name Klarman.
…
On a sailboat docked at the harbor, in a cabin illuminated by the faint moonlight.
A figure with fluffy black hair with hints of white walked out of the mirror. He wore a black robe with crimson patterns. His forehead, the corners of his eyes, cheeks, and mouth were covered in wrinkles that weren't too deep or shallow. His eyes were bloodshot.
At that moment, the pores on the back of his hand and the rest of his exposed skin had already opened up. White hair that was stained with pale yellow oil grew out.
The elder's expression was slightly warped, as though he was enduring some kind of pain.
He quickly sat by the bed, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began chanting softly.
Amidst the incomprehensible words, his forehead slowly split open, as though there was a red full moon embedded inside!
The moonlight dissipated and enveloped the elder. The white hair on his body retracted and vanished.
But at the same time, the elder's abdomen bulged bit by bit, as though it was filled with liquid.
Finally, his clothes and skin tore apart. A blob of flesh covered in white feathers flew out and landed on the deck. It squirmed for a while before rotting and vanishing.
Phew … The elder raised his head and slowly exhaled. His blood-red eyes were filled with puzzlement.
He muttered to himself,
"Death's Blessed?
"But there's no Death now …"
…
Early in the morning, the Church of the Storm's Mandated Punisher team, which had taken over the mysterious deaths of the steam locomotive staff, received new information.
The missing conductor and driver, as well as a few other suspected passengers, had been found!
It didn't take long for a few members of the Mandated Punisher team to follow the clues to a certain part of the city and discovered their targets.
They were quietly hanging in a row outside a house.
"This is a provocation!" the Mandated Punisher captain growled through gritted teeth.
But when they put down the corpses and entered the house to investigate, they saw people in the activity room praying piously to the Primordial Moon, holding a rather evil ritual.
"… Arrest them all!" the Mandated Punisher captain ordered after a second of shock.
It was only then that the Primordial Moon believers seemed to regain their rationality. They resisted one after another, but they were quickly suppressed, either dead or injured.
The Mandated Punisher captain looked around and said to his companions in disbelief, "There's an entire row of corpses hanging at the door.
They actually didn't notice a row of corpses hanging at the door? "
A member of the Reader pathway thought for a moment and said, "Those corpses are very likely guiding us to investigate this place."
The Mandated Punisher captain calmed down and nodded thoughtfully.
The Mandated Punisher captain calmed down and nodded thoughtfully.
The Mandated Punisher captain calmed down and nodded thoughtfully.
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