In the dark sewer, Lanervus bent down and faced off against Klein, who was holding a chain blade.
With the "scammer's" extraordinary memory, he has recognized the origin of the "clown" in front of him.
He was the extraordinary person he met in the brothel that day, and he was the one who reported his whereabouts to the Church of the Night.
"Hahaha, hahahaha, it's you, it's you, thank you, really thank you." Lanerwus kept moving, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was extremely crazy, and physiological tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, cooperating with him
There is an indescribable absurdity in the eyes that are so excited that their pupils are constricted.
Perhaps because he had confirmed the identity of the visitor, perhaps because he had defeated the opponent once before, he actually relaxed his body, his naked upper body straightened up lazily, and the deep red color on his chest was shocking.
"I really thank you. If it weren't for you, I might really have become a puppet of the true Creator. You saved me."
He bowed forward exaggeratedly, raised his head, stared at the clown in front of him, and bowed slightly.
Klein, who was opposite him, watched all this with cold eyes. The chain blade in his hand was unknowingly switched to his left hand, and his right hand became empty for a moment.
He ignored the opponent's deliberate provocation and just maintained his most conservative pursuit distance, constantly circling the center of the sewer with Lanerwus, waiting for the opportunity to take action.
Just like Rosago once said, "Spiritual Thread" is in a sense the most difficult ability for demigods to deal with, and now, Klein is stalling for time, waiting for Lanervus's Spiritual Thread.
The moment he was grasped by himself, he then stepped forward and bowed his head.
Of course, this is not his only plan.
Since he obtained the "substitute", he has designed many attack methods for possible situations.
At this time, lying quietly in the pocket of his overalls, was a spare set of tarot cards and a large number of matches.
During the battle, the weapons in his hands may be taken away, and the bullets and cards he shoots may be dodged, but as long as his right hand is not cut off, he will always have the opportunity to make use of the sequence in "Soothsayer"
Ability to bite off Lanervus' head.
Finally, Lanerwus, who had been chattering about his "asking for help" process, realized something was wrong. He bowed his body vigilantly, and the muscles in his limbs bulged.
At this time, there are still three seconds before Klein can grasp the spiritual body thread.
"snort!"
With a muffled grunt, Klein waved his arm without any warning, and slashed hard with his left hand. The chain blade that had been huddled in place a moment ago suddenly became agile, and the crimson color exuding sulfur flames surged, mercilessly throwing it towards the place of extreme mental alertness.
Lanerwus.
when!
Sensing the change in the other person's gaze, Lanerus immediately knelt down, threw himself to the side, and kept rolling on the ground.
Behind him, the wanton flames chased wildly, the scorching heat burned the moisture in the sewer, and there was a crackling sound.
Klein, who was still standing on the spot, kept waving the chain blade, and raised his right hand high, like a conductor on the stage, raising his wrist and staying still.
He is waiting, waiting for the opportunity to come.
In the wet sewer, Lanervus is still dodging attacks. He knows this place well. His enhanced facial features can almost predict the future. He can always hide in another place before the chain blade strikes hard, bit by bit.
Approaching where Crane stands.
But at this time, even though he was unscathed, the spiritual intuition in his mind kept ringing alarm bells without any sign of stopping.
While he was rolling hard, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the middle-sized clown in the middle had never used his right hand. Instead, he was holding it strangely high in the air.
Is this a negative effect of the weapon? Or does he have other preparations?
At the moment of dodging, several guesses ran through Lanervus' mind.
Finally, the memory of the last battle helped him rule out wrong answers.
That clown has other tricks up his sleeve. This didn't happen the last time he used this weapon!
I'm afraid the reason why he didn't behave like this last time was because he was afraid of the aura of the true Creator, but what method would it be... Suddenly, Lanerus, who was still thinking, paused and fled flexibly.
He suddenly froze, and his body suspended in mid-air fell to the ground.
Success!
Klein took a big step forward, and the chain blade in his hand slashed down again, throwing it directly towards Lanervus' waist.
But unfortunately, because he was moving at high speed, even though Lanervus was caught by the spiritual thread and his body movements were sluggish, the impact of falling still helped him get out of danger.
The spiritual alarm in his ears almost turned into a scream, and his hair stood on end. Lanerwus, who was lying on the ground, slapped his hands in front of him, and dug his fingers into the seam of the ground with great force, at the cost of breaking his nails.
He took out his body.
The deep flames surged again, and the sound of human fat being burned could be heard endlessly. The burning chain blade actually cut into the left calf of Lanrevus without cutting it off!
Lanervus, who was lying on the ground, had his eyes wide open, and his bloodshot eyeballs were staring at Klein whose face was covered by a mask. His angry gaze seemed to pass through all obstacles.
Their eyes crossed, and Klein, who realized that he could no longer withdraw the chain blade, resolutely gave up the weapon. He let go of his left hand and reached for his pocket very quickly. His right hand quickly pulled down, like a pistol, and pointed at Lanervus' head.
Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!
Four air bullets were sprayed out, followed by several playing cards as hard as iron.
"Ah!" Lan Erwusi roared as he collapsed on the ground. At the wound burned by the chain blade, flesh sprouts surged. He exerted force on his waist and bounced up in a strange movement.
With the enhanced athleticism of the "Stealer", he exerted his body's joints to the extreme, twisted his limbs to the limit, and blurry flying objects flew past the corners of his clothes.
For a moment, time seemed to be slowed down. Lanerwus, who was curled up in the air, fell down extremely quickly. Before Klein could react, he directly grasped the chain blade that was still burning on the ground.
Suddenly, he pulled with his left hand, and the metal chain attached to the flame flew backwards. With a flexible movement of his hand, the hilt of the chain-blade cane actually flew into his hand.
Lanerwus's face was gloomy as his feet returned to the ground. He pulled hard on his left hand and his figure suddenly shook.
He actually ignored that the chain blade was still inserted into his calf and pulled it out directly!
A madman, an absolute madman... He was a weirdo in both offense and defense. Klein was forced to be more careful, and the face under the oil paint mask was already dripping with sweat.
"Well done. You are much stronger than those Nighthawks. They are not that good." During the brief silence, granulation surged from the wound, and there was only a scorched black spot on the left calf. Lanerwus suddenly grinned.
Laughed.
He looked sideways at the weapon in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and continued:
"Actually, you have already won. If I hadn't gained some benefits from the True Creator, I might have died by your sword just now."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his chain blade, and the deep flame snake aimed at Klein himself for the first time and whizzed away.
A gust of foehn wind blew across his face, and even through the mask, Klein felt the terrifying temperature of the sulfur flames.
He is not as physically strong as Lanerwus!
Fortunately, the "Joker"'s flexibility had been maximized by Klein. Even though the attack was so tricky, he still took advantage of the distance to avoid the scorching flames and staggered back a few steps.
The air wave was still hot. Klein, who was wearing a worker's uniform, was panting. The black hair on his head was wet with sweat. The thick and messy oil paint mask had traces of melting running across it. Under the colorful curved eye sockets, two dark blue traces continued to drag.
His bright red lips looked like tears.
But the situation did not stop him from breathing for even a moment. The chain blade that had just landed bounced up again, and the strong flames exploded again. Before it hit, Klein's arms across his chest were already scorched black.
The merciless flames ripped through Klein's fragile body and split his chest, but Lanerwus, who was holding the hilt of the sword, didn't receive any feedback.
boom!
A weak flame closest to him instantly swelled, and amidst the splendor, Klein's dark blue figure strode out.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
He didn't have time to wait for the other skill of the "substitute" to cool down. He quickly combined his hands and threw out the tarot cards with familiarity. In mid-air, the tarot cards of angels and trumpets on the cards were extremely clear.
Draw paper into soldiers!
Always being clever... Lanerwus ducked slightly, and the mediocre card brushed past his body and flew past his eyes.
This card is so fragile, so ordinary, even the tail was ignited by the clown's own flame just now.
Wait... lit by flames!
Lanervus's pupils suddenly shrank, and his hands subconsciously moved up.
But it was too late. There was only a spark left at the end of the "Judgment" card, which instantly expanded to the size of a human body, and a sleeve of dark blue and burnt black split out like lightning.
brush!
The splendid flames dissipated, and Klein stood in front of Lanervus, his right hand raised diagonally above his side. The "Judgment" card on his fingertips was stained with blood and reflected the metallic light.
This is the "Magician's" flame jump!
"Hehehe..." During the struggle, Lanervus hurriedly covered his neck, but his legs lost strength, his body became stiff, and he fell straight back.
In his final trance, he saw the clown in front of him take off his mask, and it was a face he was familiar with—Cline Moretti!
Cold, inorganic brown eyes met his, and all he saw in them was endless anger.
"Why..." His voice seemed to come from the abyss, full of deep doubts and unwillingness.
However, what was waiting for him was not an answer, but an extremely angry kick from Klein.
boom!
There was a muffled sound, and the neck with only a deep bloody mark was abruptly broken. Lanerwus' head flew towards the dirty mud wall, smashing out blood-red, fishy yellow, and milky white flowers.
Putting his mask back on, Klein looked at this scene, lowering his back a little, and burst into tears.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
He was laughing crazily, with the blurred clown mask on his face half-crying and half-laughing.
"Lanervus!"
Suddenly, a mellow voice sounded, and Klein, who was venting his pain, seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and he suddenly raised his head in shock.
In his brown eyes, Dunn's shadow-covered figure stood clearly.