At this moment, the shadow seemed to have a sense of reality, cold and moist, and it immediately tied Klein into it and turned into a mosquito in amber.

Klein's figure was immediately flattened and squeezed, degenerating into soft paper, quickly rotting into mud.

"Paper man stand-in"!

He noticed the danger in advance and used the "paper man stand-in" in time!

His figure in a black clergy robe appeared on the other end of the dining table, his mouth opened and he was about to make a bang.

At this time, Klein suddenly felt a dazed in his mind, and felt that everything around him became blurry and not clear enough.

He immediately understood that he had been forced into a dream!

And he also confirmed that the ability to stay awake and rational in an abnormal dream has long been solidified into his own characteristics, and he no longer has to rely on the gray fog!

After a little struggle, Klein immediately woke up and saw the shadows in the house rushing towards him slowly like a tide.

Bang!

He opened his mouth and created an air bullet with extremely penetration and great power.

The bullet hit the shadow and collapsed into a large blank space.

The shadow around the blank seemed to flow backwards, filling it up, and everything returned to its original state. Klein seized this opportunity, rolled to the side, and made the gloves in his left palm pale and dyed them with shade green.

With a bang, his original location was hit by a ball of flesh and blood flying out of the shadow, covering the dark red carpet covered with strange mold.

In a vague sense of being weakened, Klein felt that he was weakened, and he didn't bother to think deeply, and immediately let the soles of his feet spread out with cold ice.

The white frost condensed on it, quickly frozen the shadows. Under the crystals, it was pitch black and twisted, as if it had the oil of its own life.

"Living zombies" are the "frozen"!

Klein rolled again, changing his position, and at the same time made the gloves highlight black particles, deep and dark.

Immediately afterwards, he straightened his body, faced the shadows under the ice, and spit out the devilish words full of filth:

"slow!"

Suddenly, Klein saw the shadow flowing and squirming slow down, and it seemed extremely dull, but his own thoughts also became stagnant and he could not have time to take on the subsequent attack.

His "filthy words" were distorted, and it was clearly targeted at that shadow, but it was distorted into the entire living room, thus affecting himself.

In just one breath, Klein broke free from his slow state and rushed to the dining table without thinking, picked up a plate with half a steak, and threw it at the shadow.

During this process, although the gloves on his left palm remained dark, they felt evil and noble.

"bribe"!

He is "bribing" the enemy with steak, weakening the opponent's attack, defense and control capabilities!

At this moment, the shadow suddenly retracted to the corner of the wall, causing the plate to smash on the ice that began to melt and shattered into multiple pieces.

Then the shadow surged upwards and evolved into a dark figure dressed in a hooded robe.

There is a transparent and vague book in the palm of this figure, accompanied by distant and ethereal chanting:

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

As soon as the chanting sounded, the book was flipped quickly, and a long spear of blazing white and high-temperature flames was drawn in front of it.

Mr. a? Was he completely crazy? In such an environment, he dared to use extraordinary flame abilities? Klein's heart tightened, his thoughts changed sharply, and he hurriedly ran towards the other party, and dragged his left hand behind him.

"Wrinkled Hunger" quickly dyed a dark, deep and depraved color, and then condensed an exaggerated giant sword composed of red magma and light blue flames.

Dong!

Klein stepped heavily, pulled his waist and back, driving his shoulders, and sent his left arm fiercely.

The muscles in his arm then bulged high, and he swung the "magma sword" from bottom to top!

Puff! This gorgeous giant sword slashed the flame spear. The spots of light of the blazing white, light blue and vermilion dispersed in all directions at the same time, lit the chair and lit the curtains.

The noisy whispers on the street outside had long disappeared, and the vaguely visible figures turned to this side, extremely quiet.

After shattering the flame spear, Klein bent his knees, knelt down with one leg, and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

Bang!

All the flames in the room were extinguished.

Klein didn't move anymore. He always felt a dense look trying to penetrate the curtains and look for abnormalities.

The hooded man made of shadows also did not move at all. He was still crazy just now and seemed to feel some indescribable horror slowly approaching.

In the dark house with only a little crimson moonlight, Klein and the other were kneeling on one knee and the other stood against the wall, as if they had turned into two stone statues.

In the extremely difficult and absolute quiet, time passed extremely slowly. Klein just counted ten seconds silently and had the illusion that an hour had passed.

Finally, the sound of the beast's roaring sounded again, one after another, intermittently, and the vague figures outside the window also began to walk again, back and forth on the street.

Almost at the same time, Klein completed the initial control of the target "Spirit Line", and the action that the hooded man wanted to sniff suddenly became stagnant!

Without hesitation, Klein half-bowed his body, circled around, and prepared to use the opponent's high delay state to interrupt his subsequent counterattack, and transformed him into a puppet bit by bit.

At this moment, his nose suddenly itched and he opened his mouth uncontrollably.

Ah snee!

Klein sneezes heavily, losing control of the "spiritual thread", and his throat began to hurt and his snot gradually took shape.

He caught a cold!

During the fierce battle, he caught a cold!

After suspecting that the other party was Mr. A, Klein was actually preventing the disease of the "witch" because he had fought with Mr. A and suffered a great loss with this ability. However, in the battle that he had no time to think about it, he miscalculated one thing, that is, his physical condition had already declined a lot in the plague infection of the genuine witch Panatia, and he could not hold on until the puppet was transformed. Even the initial control deepened, and he could not wait for the chance to launch a fatal attack with the "air bullet"!

Ah snee!

Clein sneezes while rolling and moving. At the same time, he switches "Wrinkled Hunger" to "Corrupt Baron" state, trying to use his "Twisted" ability to see if it can reduce the impact of the cold.

Of course, thanks to his "bribery" just now, his condition is not serious, but it will affect the manipulation of the "spiritual body thread" and will not make him unable to fight.

While rolling, Klein saw the enemy out of the shadow state in his eyes, his hood slid back, revealing a beautiful face that looked like a woman, which was Mr. A.

This Aurora Society's envoy has survived to this harsh environment!

However, his eyes were already blood-red, and looking at Klein was like seeing the rich food, the instinctive hunger that came from the heart was not concealed at all.

At this moment, Klein's mood was not at all depressed because he still had enough strength to fight.

What he was most worried about was not Mr. A, but the increasingly fierce battle between the two sides would create flames that they had no time to care about, bringing in the dangerous existences outside. By then, both of them would be unable to escape death!

Hunger... The strong hunger has completely lost his mind and no longer cared about the figures coming and going on the street... If he could relieve his hunger a little, he should stop attacking and wait patiently for Hongyue to be covered by the fog again... Give him some "food"? As his thoughts turned, Klein almost cut a piece of his own meat and threw it to the other party.

Fortunately, he thought of something in time:

I have food on my own!

It was the dried mushrooms made by Frank Li. It was said that they had a hybrid of beef and a little flesh of "Biography of Rose". As long as there was fish and water, they could reproduce.

Because this is already a new species on the nuanced level and no longer has a substantial relationship with "Biography of Rose", Klein put it together with commonly used herbal powders such as Deep Sleeping Flower and never took it out, and he was not worried that it would cause changes in the seal core behind the Channis Gate.

Ah sneeze, another sneeze, another tumbling, Crane had taken out a dried mushroom and threw it at Mr. A.

Perhaps the taste of beef attracted the other party, or perhaps the induction occurred between "Biography of Rose", Mr. A immediately stopped trying to flip the Illusion Book, took the mushroom, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it down.

The hunger in his eyes gradually faded a little, but his eyes at Klein remained unchanged.

With two whizzes, Klein threw the remaining dried mushrooms over, and Mr. A caught them one by one, and ate them all without hesitation.

His gaze finally eased a little. He looked at the figures that were vaguely seen walking back and forth outside the window, step by step back to the corner, and merged into the shadow.

Huh... Klein breathed silently and retreated to the other corner.

Mr. A is not dead yet... I have to say that in this environment, the ability of "Biography of Rose" can indeed provide great help. It can last for a long time just by storing the flesh and blood in advance and eating it... Of course, Mr. A has not been killed by "Ms. Desperate" Panatia, which is enough to show his strength. However, the extraordinary ability he recorded in the demigod level must have been used up... Klein thought while talking, thinking about it, wanting to put some words from Mr. A:

"Did you find a clue to leaving?"

There was silence on the other side, and Mr. A did not respond at all.

Crazy enough to communicate? Klein pondered for two seconds and spit out a name:

"Leo Mast."

This is the name of the "Black Saint" of the Aurora with a split personality.

After a brief silence, Mr. A's slightly hoarse voice finally rang:

"Has he been 'sent' in too?"

Sure enough, only the Aurora Society can be responded to... Klein said frankly:

"No, he was trapped in the ruins of the gods' war."

Before Mr. A could speak, he said to himself:

"Why don't you go into that church?"

Mr. a said hoarsely and vaguely:

“It’s dangerous, very dangerous…

"The same goes outside, the same danger, all dangers come from there, and all those who disappear will reappear under the red moon..."
Chapter completed!