Above the gray mist palace, the rotating citrine slowly swayed. Klein felt the weight coming from his wrist and sighed softly.
"It's not a big problem, but there is some danger."
With his back pressed against the cold high-backed chair, Klein held on to the armrests on both sides. As he stood up, his spirituality gradually spread throughout his body.
Yes, after all, you are using sealed objects to enter other people's minds to fight, so how can there be no risk?
His thoughts returned to his body in reality, and Klein adjusted his collar a little. His face, which was stiff due to the negative effects of the human skin mask, showed little expression.
Since he only divined a few questions on the gray mist, he didn't waste much time. Klein pushed open the door and happened to see the tall Bishop Utravsky walking towards the basement with heavy steps.
Walked up the stairs.
"It seems you are ready?" Utravsky stared at him for a while and then slowly said.
"Judging from the divination results, it seems to be okay."
The jagged chain blade was slowly unsheathed, and the pungent smell of sulfur gradually spread.
Seeing the crimson flames getting hotter and hotter, Bishop Utravsky's light blue eyes became imperceptibly darker.
"If successful, you can also choose to take away the formula of the 'pharmacist' path."
The “pharmacist” route?
Klein subconsciously glanced in the direction of the basement and couldn't help but shake his head.
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Father."
Seeing that the flames on the unfolded sharp blade were getting stronger and stronger, Bishop Utravski said no more and took out a strange candle from the hidden pocket on the side of the brown priest's uniform.
Only a small half of the candle remained, and the remaining part was tightly wrapped in oily human skin, and even had several large or small bumps protruding.
Its candle wick is only one knuckle high, and its entire body is dark and covered with fine scale-like patterns.
"Light the candle wick with spirituality." Utravski handed the candle to Klein, who was holding a blade in one hand, and retreated to the direction close to the Holy Emblem of the Earth Mother, closing his eyes.
It really looked like a dragon-style item... Klein quickly looked at this special candle. He didn't light it immediately. Instead, he walked to the edge of the church, removed the matchbox, and threw it into different corners.
After doing all this, he checked the "substitute" gloves on his body again, canceled the spiritual wall surrounding Azik's copper whistle, and finally installed the pure white charm given by Will Auceptin into the chest of Symptom
, Mr. A’s badge is pinned to the inside of his coat, which is more concealed.
These were all taken down from above the gray mist just now.
After doing all this, I rubbed my fingers quickly, and the spiritual flame lit the wick of the candle.
Zhi!
The sunlight streaming in from the glass picture window was still bright, and religious paintings depicting transactions related to the Mother Earth were spread on the ground following the refraction of light and shadow.
Klein looked around at everything that seemed to have remained unchanged, but his face, which had been stiff due to the negative effects of extraordinary items, became unnaturally flexible.
He raised the corners of his mouth little by little and swept the flaming chain blade into the air beside him, completely ignoring Bishop Utravsky who was standing in front of him, his face muscles twisted little by little, and his expression was extremely ferocious.
boom!
The steel blade attached to the sulfur flames struck the empty air, but the sounds of golden inscriptions clashing could be heard.
The smile that was distorted by the firelight became more and more distorted. Seeing the armor that was radiating the light of dawn becoming scorched black, the corners of Klein's mouth turned upward.
"A great tactic, but I'm sorry, I'm too familiar with dream-related abilities."
The "Dawn Knight", who symbolized Utravski's dark side, quickly lowered his waist, and the sticky light condensed in his hands. An equally dazzling broad sword was decisively placed in front of him, blocking the swing of the owner's wrist.
The chain blade was about to wrap around his neck.
"Heh, little clever one." Utravski's ferocious face twisted into a terrifying smile, he turned his wrist, and the storm enveloping the fragments of light suddenly set off, and the flame chain blade wrapped around his sword struggled to support itself, constantly
It made a heart-wrenching squeaking sound.
But after only holding on for less than two seconds, the weapon that could easily cut off a human body shattered into pieces, and a broad sword that was a few minutes wider than Klein's entire body struck through the air.
The glorious giant sword cracked open the false flames. Utravski, who had lost his target, did not hesitate. The exaggerated broad sword moved like an arm and returned to him in an instant, lowering the railing, accompanying his constantly changing footsteps.
, turning the blade into a shield.
This is the most basic experience of an experienced "warrior".
Several bright flames suddenly rose up, and all directions in the church hall were instantly occupied by firelight. Dark human figures kept flickering in it. Although Utravsky had been promoted to the "Dawn Knight", he could only be summoned from Klein from time to time.
The corners of his clothes were raised by the wind, and he could barely judge the direction, but he still didn't dare to draw the light blade.
Klein, who was constantly making flame jumps with the help of matches, was thinking about the spiritual consumption in his mind, and took the opportunity to sweep towards the chain-blade cane that he had abandoned on the ground, leaving only the handle.
Tsk, if we really encounter an enemy like Bishop Utravsky who is good at frontal combat, I am afraid that the chain-blade cane will meet a similar fate... He has no reason to worry that he may need help in two days.
Miss Sharon fought against the pursuers of the "Rose School".
If we encounter "werewolves" and "living zombies" who are known for their physical strength, will the chain-blade cane meet a similar fate?
Different from the current dream, if it is scrapped in reality, it will really be scrapped.
However, Bishop Utravsky, who was forced to stare at several flames eagerly and gradually adapted to Klein's rhythm, could not help but think more deeply.
Cards as hard as steel flew out of the flames, pointing directly at Utravsky's head, which was protected by the "armor of light".
Weak sparks ignited at the end of the cards, dragging the scattered tails of the sparks. Each of these cards was not as sharp as when he slit Lanervus' neck that day. Before they even reached Utravsky, they were suddenly thrown
The raised broadsword was chopped into pieces, and even the invisible flames were annihilated by the brilliance of dawn, leaving only a few sparks flickering pitifully on the blade.
Unfortunately, the match lit by the "magician" also burned out at this moment, and the brightly lit church hall returned to its original slightly dim appearance. Utravsky, who knew that the enemy had consumed a lot of spiritual energy, looked at it
All around, the eyes behind the helmets narrowed slightly.
He nervously scanned the empty church hall, lowering his body, and his sharp and fierce eyes kept scanning the ground divided by shadows.
That damn rat is "The Hermit"?
After all, it is the dark side of Bishop Utravsky. He also inherited the knowledge gained by that bishop after joining the church. The information about each sequence provided by Kang Gai of the Mother Earth Church supplemented the psychological shadow of this living bishop.
The ruthless pirates were once half-understood.
According to the information provided by the church, the "Dawn Knight" has the means to restrain the "Hermit".
But unlike the large-scale damage caused by the "sun" path, he could only use his own judgment to catch the mouse hiding in the shadow and give it a fatal blow.
The fleeing shadows were approaching step by step, but Utravsky, whose body was tense, no longer panicked, but instead grinned cruelly.
"Die!"
The storm of light entangled the broad broadsword, and the heavily armored knight strode forward, inserting himself into a shadow in front of him without hesitation.
In an instant, the light of dawn illuminated the entire church, and a storm mixed with countless sharp blades lifted up the entire shadow, ruthlessly tearing apart everything around it.
But to Utravsky's expectation, he did not see the blood and flesh flying as expected.
The strong wind lifted up the fluttering corners of Klein's clothes, and the right palm wrapped in black gloves resembled a gun.
"boom."
The bullet made of compressed air hit Utravsky hard in the back of the head.
The solid helmet clanged, and the vibration amplified by the enclosed space was like a heavy hammer, dazzling him.
But it is a pity that as a "warrior" who is best at frontal combat, even if he was unprepared and shot twice by Crane with "air bullets" strengthened by the "double", the pitted helmet still did not crack.
Woo!
A strong gust of wind struck, and the broad sword, whose afterglow of light had not yet dissipated, was slashed from Klein's waist, easily cutting him in half.
The color faded rapidly, and Klein's body did not fall to the ground. Instead, cracks appeared everywhere strangely, turning into pieces of paper and dissipating in the flames.
The shadows that had just been torn apart by the storm of light regrouped. Utravsky, who was breathing a little, was not angry. Instead, he suppressed the anger in his heart and calmly stared at the increasingly messy shadow tracks underground. No longer hesitating, the broad sword suddenly
Insert into the ground.
The muscles in both arms bulged, and with the roar of the "warrior", the broad sword as thick as a mountain slowly moved, and then continued to accelerate, creating a spark that kept flickering on the surface.
Since that little mouse still plans to hide, let him be scrapped together with the floor here!
Klein, who was hiding in the shadows, saw that the broad sword that penetrated deep into the ground and constantly changed directions to tear apart the shadows was about to approach the four corners. He almost subconsciously touched the pure white talisman on the inside of the coat.
No, I can't use that spell frequently in a short period of time!
A moment's hesitation hindered Klein's dodge, forcing him to light a few matches before the storm of light came, and step out again in the flames rising on the other side of the hall.
The five fingers wrapped in the "substitute's" glove moved slightly, and Utravsky, who was pulling out the broadsword from the ground, suddenly stopped moving, and the limbs covered by the armor and stomach gradually became slow and stiff.
Klein looked at Bishop Utravsky, who was struggling against despair after the spiritual body thread was mastered, and his eyes turned gloomy.
He looked at his slowly raised right hand with some confusion, and at the "stand-in" glove with mysterious patterns gradually appearing on the back of his hand.
"boom."
Invisible bullets hit the tall knight's faceplate hard, and circles of fine cracks bloomed on the silver-white surface.
Klein, with his eyes lowered, sighed slowly, and there were a few more muffled sounds. His faceplate was shattered, his eyes opened angrily, and the ferocious-looking Utravsky opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to roar.
But the horrific wound that penetrated his brain didn't seem to give him this last chance.
Thick to deep red and almost black blood, mixed with light yellow and milky white, dripped from the wrinkled forehead. The tall knight trembled and fell to the ground.
The silver-white battle armor that was intact except for the head gradually dissipated. The picture window pattern projected on the surface along the light and shadow was like the legendary holy shroud, gently covering the long-dead sinner. The saint's loving smile seemed to be on the ground.
Looking forward to the rebirth of another soul in this dirty mud.
Klein watched all this quietly, sighed and extinguished the candle.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
First update!
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