Chapter 697 The Southern Continent War·The Showdown is Interrupted
‘I suddenly smiled with relief’
Klein did not panic.
To be precise, his whole body was numb...
"He understood that I couldn't afford it, so he turned around and walked towards the mountains."
Humming an unknown tune, Klein turned his back on the "Original Witch" and walked away as if nothing had happened.
The "Primordial Witch" chuckled and pinched the translucent spirit insect with two fingers, "Don't worry, the matter between us has not been resolved yet."
Klein suddenly froze.
Taking a deep breath, he had to turn around and face the "Original Witch", "Is there a possibility that the two of us will act as if we have never met each other? You take your Yangguan Road, and I will cross my single-plank bridge."
"Of course - no." The "Original Witch" said as gently as the sister next door: "Klein, Klein, you understand, one of the two of us must sleep here forever."
"What about that? If you're sleepy, just go to sleep and don't drag me along." Klein looked helpless.
The "Original Witch" shook her head, but no movement could be seen. Her hair suddenly turned into a writhing poisonous snake, staring in a certain direction and letting out a shrill roar.
Sound waves vibrate.
'Clyne' suffered a serious injury and immediately exited from hiding, falling to the ground with a thud.
Klein frowned, but soon returned to normal, and lightly patted his forehead, "Look at my memory, I just said why I couldn't find her, thank you."
"You're welcome." The "Original Witch" looked at Klein and said with a smile: "I advise you to put away those little thoughts. No one can save you this time."
Klein raised the corners of his mouth, revealing the same smile as the Dragon King: "This is hard to say..."
But what he was thinking about was——
"Damn it, didn't you agree to hold back the "Original Witch"? Jon Joestar, you are so unreliable! You've done me a disservice!"
Klein roared crazily in his heart, but his expression remained normal. He pondered for a moment, and said to the "Original Witch" half as a reminder and half as a threat: "Chick, is this really okay? If you attack me, the consequences will be very serious."
"Call me by my name. It seems that you are ready to die. As for not being able to touch you... Oh, of course I know this. You are a lucky boy, so you don't have to show off in front of me."
The "Original Witch" did not hide the jealousy in her tone, "It's just that you happened to be chosen, and it's not your own power."
emmmm
Amon also said this.
Klein's ears almost became callused after hearing this.
Now the "Original Witch" said it again...
Hey, make it seem like you just have luck.
However, although.
Klein still wanted to defend himself, "It's not good at all to be favored by that guy!"
real.
If he had never met, he would not owe millions or even tens of millions of gold pounds in foreign debt.
To be fair, the evil god's assistance is never free!
"What you're saying is that there's nothing to talk about?" Klein spread his hands.
The "Original Witch" did not answer, but the twisted snake hair on her head showed her attitude.
This may not be the right path.
But He just wanted to go to the dark side.
Not everything can be weighed against pros and cons.
So what if you are treated as an outcast?
So what if someone threatens you face to face?
What we have to do has never changed from beginning to end.
Klein Moretti, die!
Lots of murderous intent.
Every bit of spirituality in Klein's body was desperately warning.
‘Fallen God’, ‘Disqualified Witch’, Chic.
He is about to face the most powerful enemy in his life!
"call--"
After exhaling all the turbid air in his chest, Klein's eyes were covered with a light layer of gray mist, and his figure began to look vague and erratic.
There's nothing more to say, since he had no intention of escaping from the beginning.
Everything before was just a deliberate delay in time.
"Sherlock, it's now!" Klein communicated with the 'black iron cross' in his heart.
There was a buzzing sound, and a blurry black shadow popped out of the cross.
It did not turn into a human form immediately, but continued to extend and expand, forming a realm completely constructed of shadows.
"The Hanged Man..."
The "Original Witch" was a little surprised.
I thought to myself that this little guy had quite a lot of treasures with him.
During the last 'Backlund Great Smog Incident', part of my power was stolen from me by the other party. Now even the "True Creator"... No, that person should be called the "Sun God".
"I really don't know what's so special about you that you can win so much favor." The "Original Witch" spoke while casting a spell to control the disease.
How dangerous is the disease spread by the "primordial witch"!
The familiar feeling hit him again. In just one or two breaths, Klein's body became dying. Various diseases deeply affected his body, tortured him until he was no longer human.
"I have been...prepared for your move for a long time." Klein chuckled, grabbed it with five fingers, and fished it forward.
This is not the first time I have fought against an Extraordinary on the witch path.
Use magic to defeat magic.
He fished out the historical projection of himself when he had just returned to his peak state a few hours ago, and with the help of the power of the past, he quickly got rid of the disease and returned to health.
It's not over yet.
Klein became cruel and waved the black wooden cane like a weapon, causing turbulence in the space.
Click——
The mountains, rivers and earth are shattered inch by inch.
Even the "Original Witch" did not dare to underestimate such an attack.
To put it bluntly, after falling from the throne of God, He no longer had the power he had in the past.
Although a tiger cannot be defeated even if it dies, Klein, a powerful dragon, cannot be easily suppressed by a local snake like him.
"That would be interesting..." "Original Witch"'s eyes lit up.
The venomous snakes above their heads looked like lightning.
petrified!
Locked in the eyes of the "Original Witch", Klein's right hand suddenly lost all feeling.
"What kind of skill is this? It's too bad!" He exclaimed and backed away.
To be honest, I didn't feel any danger at all just now. How can someone be forced to petrify with just one look and be unable to resist even if he resists?
Fortunately, I know how to graft...
Klein transferred the petrification effect to 'Clyne'.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! And 'Clyne' has a certain degree of immunity and ability to absorb the witch's spells.
But I saw that the petrification effect gradually disappeared.
After a full circle, the world is complete with no one being harmed~
Seeing this, the "Original Witch" remained silent.
It’s only Sequence 3, why is it so difficult to kill?
If the battle cannot be resolved quickly, everything will be over when the Starry Sky Evil God comes back from Intis.
People can't bear to talk about it the most.
The less you want something to happen, the sooner it will happen.
When the "Original Witch" was still thinking about how to kill Klein quickly and then escape, Jon appeared like a ghost.
Silent and breathless.
Not a single cloud was brought.
It's hard to tell if he was there in the first place.
"Ah, that's really exciting." Jon smiled, not wanting to help at all.
The expression of "Original Witch" is stiff, and the frequency of twisting of the snake hair on her head is much lower.
And Klein was ecstatic.
Literally.
Don't look at this kid who complained about the person named Qiao eight or nine hundred times in his heart before, but now that he sees him, he is still closer than a relative!
He stared at the "Original Witch" with an expression of "You're done" all over his face.
No more pretending.
My boss is here.
You mere witch, die quickly!
"You..." "Original Witch" stopped looking at Klein and spoke to Jon with difficulty: "You never believed in me."
"Huh?" Jon blinked, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Original Witch" sighed: "Okay, I lost."
Give up.
You can still retain some dignity.
In the final analysis, the power gap between the two sides is too great.
Witch Cult...
After all, it is no longer the witch sect during the ‘Pale Disaster’.
Sad, deplorable.
"Ah, I still don't understand." Jon tapped his temple, "Wait for me."
After a moment, he showed a look of surprise and said, "Well, you didn't obey me honestly. Instead, you took advantage of me to escape to other continents and came to intercept and kill this kid personally."
"Original Witch":!?
He seemed to have thought of something, and said tremblingly: "You, you are not..."
Klein also looked surprised.
After calming down, he discovered that the Jon in front of him seemed to be the same as usual, but the space around him was constantly collapsing and reorganizing, as if he was being rejected by this world.
"Hey, we were discovered." Jon scratched his eyebrows, "I'm just here to cover the shift, don't make such a fuss, no one stipulates that there can only be one Jon Joestar, right?"
That's what it says.
The brain of "Original Witch" is down.
No matter how hard I calculated, I never would have guessed that the Starry Sky Evil God would be so capable.
In the end, the success fell short.
Although Klein was also surprised, he quickly changed his attitude.
How can you think that your thighs are not thick enough?
It’s better to have more people, it will be lively.
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"So... do you want to continue fighting?" Jon looked like he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously, and he had no intention of standing up for Klein.
Instead, there was a kind of expectation in his tone, "Just pretend I don't exist and you continue."
The "primordial witch" didn't understand very well, thinking that the other party was deliberately speaking sarcastically.
Klein was startled.
No, brother.
It's not you who picks the trouble.
Before the "Original Witch" could speak, he hissed and ran behind Jon like a rabbit.
Jon felt very sorry.
“Not happy enough, bad review.”
…
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Republic of Intis, Trier.
At the Riverside Cafe, 'Little Zaratul' finally couldn't escape anymore and was blocked by someone named Qiao.
"You are quite classy." Jon sat down opposite 'Little Zaratul' without anyone noticing, and called the waiter to order a latte for himself.
He looked at the cup in front of 'Little Zaratul' with a look of disgust, "Washing the pot with water..."
"How can you taste the original aroma of coffee with milk? In my opinion, your choice is evil." 'Little Zaratul' still maintained his elegance.
Even in the most difficult situation, he did not give up, or in other words, he did not know what giving up meant.
There is no child who keeps crying, no gambler who keeps losing.
Just relax and that's it.
Maybe there is hope for a comeback?
He picked up the cup and took a sip. The aroma of the coffee spread on his tongue, and he showed an expression of enjoyment.
Jon leaned forward slightly, stared at 'Little Zaratul' and said, "Your arrangement has been destroyed by me."
"I thought you, like me, are the kind of people who don't want to end up in person." Little Zaratul said calmly: "Now I am just an illusion, an afterimage. I don't have the extra power to play games with you. It's really a pity.
.”
As he spoke, he pinched his monocle and said, "Maybe it was a mistake to choose to revive now."
Jon said: "I'll tell you if it's wrong or not. The main reason is that you violated the rules too many times and exhausted my patience."
"I'm curious..." 'Little Zaratul' didn't continue, "What role do you play in this game? Is it a player or a referee? I mean, what do you want to get?"
Jon: "What, are you going to try to analyze me?"
"Analyzing you? No, no, no, I'm afraid of being contaminated."
‘Little Zaratul’ said rather helplessly: “At this moment, you are just a part of your true body, but even this inconspicuous part has become the most troublesome kind of existence in the starry sky.
Sometimes I even suspect that you are the incarnation of the "original" will."
Everything in this universe originated from the "origin", and to be evaluated like this shows how high Jon's status is in the mind of "Little Zaratul".
Jon shook his head.
By chance, his coffee arrived.
After taking a bite and taking a bite, Jon was not very satisfied, so he added another spoonful of sugar, and then showed a relaxed expression.
"Heretical Sweet Party."
‘Little Zaratul’’s eyes flashed.
Jon waved his hand: "Okay, no need to delay anymore.
You are a decent person, just take it upon yourself.
As you said before, now is not the time for you to recover."
'Little Zaratul' chuckled and took off his monocle: "Although I am not your opponent, you can't kill me either."
"I didn't want to kill you in the first place." Jon asked, "Why should I kill you when I have nothing to do?"
‘Little Zaratul’ was speechless.
He took out a wallet from his coat pocket and put a few bills under the coffee cup.
He took a deep look at Jon, shook his head, and the light in his eyes gradually faded away.
Jon took out the banknotes without any scruples and looked at the sun, "As expected of you."
Not surprisingly, it was a counterfeit bill.
I can't believe a word the old guy says.
After picking up the monocle and looking at it for a moment, Jon threw it away without saying anything.
It looks like this cat-and-mouse game will continue.
"Really, I don't have the patience to run around with you." After muttering under his breath, Jon pulled out a copper lamp as if by magic.
After a while, the 'djinn' took over little Zaratul's original body.
"What's up?"
"It's not very efficient, my friend, your vision is too limited to the spiritual world." Jon tapped the surface of the copper lamp, "You are making it difficult for me to deal with this."
‘Deng Shen’:?╭╮?
The Lord of Mysteries is slipperier than a loach.
He took great pains to...
never mind.
It brings tears to my eyes when I say it.
"My request is very simple. Limit Him. I will let you return to the sky. If you can't do that, I'm sorry. I can only ask you to come back to this copper lamp."
Sometimes, just talking nice doesn't solve the problem.
After listening, the 'Deng God' stood up, controlled little Zaratul's body, and walked away with firm steps.
'go back'
As long as he can return to the starry sky, he is willing to pay any price.
