In Room 221, with the ground glowing cold and crimson, surrounded by spiritual walls, Klein turned back and took the last step. Thin gray mist emerged out of thin air, enveloping his spirit body and passing through the colorful patches and endless waves.
Roaring, shuttle straight up.
Under the magnificent palace, Klein's illusory figure appeared at the top with a burst of crimson flash. On the long mottled bronze table in front of him, stood a sacrificial door that had not yet been opened.
Klein waved his hand symbolically, and the unrealistic bronze door slowly opened. The neatly stacked gold pounds and various sundries automatically flew behind the high-backed chair at the top.
After doing all this, he tapped the table gently and took a look at the pocket watch that had just appeared.
There's probably still some time.
"Ahem, do you know anything about the 'Rose School of Thought'?" Klein looked around in the thick gray fog that could be seen everywhere, looking forward to that familiar green and black figure.
"You didn't remember me when you hurriedly agreed to the girl's request. Why did you suddenly remember to ask me now?"
"The warm-hearted Mr. Zhou Mingrui."
His eyes were filled with gilded "secrets" and he was rubbing his forehead. He placed one hand on the armrest of the "World" seat, crossed his legs, and sat in a sloppy posture. The wrinkles on his large, dark robe looked quite messy.
Listening to "Secret's" teasing, Klein looked away with a slight guilty conscience, and said a little guiltily;
"'Magicians' don't do unprepared performances, I just pursue better performance effects."
The slender eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and "Secret", who was in a somewhat depressed state of mind, snorted and curled up into a sarcastic smile.
"I do know a lot of secrets about the 'Rose School', but don't expect those old memories to be of any help to your next actions."
"Instead of trying to get lucky and find the fatal weakness against the 'Ghost Soul' and 'Living Zombie', it is better to analyze your own advantages and think about how to maximize them."
"Secret's" merciless rebuke echoed in the empty gray fog. Klein, who was poked at the painful spot, lowered his head silently and accepted "Secret's" suggestion in a good-natured manner, thinking about what else he could use now.
"Card of blasphemy"? No, there's no way to put these things in plain sight, and I can't explain why I suddenly mastered the ability to become a spirit.
Will Auceptin's spell belongs to Mr. A... After analyzing the pros and cons, Klein eliminated the high-level items he owned in the first round.
Then what do I have left... He stood up and left his seat, and under the "secret" gaze, walked towards the messy pile of debris behind him.
Gold pounds, sporadic materials, badges, charms and master keys, Klein's eyes slowly passed over these items that shone with different spiritual brilliance, and finally stopped on an ordinary black iron emblem.
"The relic of the 'Listener'?" He looked at this ordinary charm-like object, and the spirituality of his body spread rapidly, supporting the sacrificial door that had not dissipated, and he became familiar with it and turned it into a gifting ceremony.
This was an addition made by the man who called himself "Venomous Snake" during the transaction at the "Eye of Wisdom" party when he first came to Backlund, making up for the difference.
With a wave of his hand, the black iron-colored badge flew into the open door. Klein looked back, hoping to get some response, but found that the "mysterious" figure had disappeared.
He was stunned for a while, then a flash of deep red flashed, and deathly silence returned to the gray mist.
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The ordinary dark brown carriage parked on the side of the street near the apartment. Under the gaze of Mr. Aigron's dull golden eyes, Klein quickly walked out of the lobby on the first floor and boarded the carriage.
It is now 8:42, more than an hour before the expected operation time.
"Ready?"
Maric, who was suppressing madness in his eyes, quickly glanced in the direction of Klein, and then quickly looked away.
"not yet."
The mentally unstable "living corpse" glanced over fiercely, the malice and mania in his eyes almost overflowing.
"I also need some explosives and preparation time on site."
As if he didn't feel the dangerous atmosphere in the carriage, Klein returned with a smile.
Maric, whose eyes twitched from time to time, was about to answer when a ripple appeared in the air, and the figure of Sharon Mo Lake floated uncertainly.
"I'll inform Kaspars to prepare."
Seeing that Sharon had made the final decision, Maric, who had been called out early, could only nod his head, and Klein on the side also smiled back.
The living corpse in the coachman's position turned his eyes, and the horses resting on the spot snorted and started running slowly, accelerating continuously, with an abnormally long shadow trailing behind them, in the opposite direction to the east district.
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Backlund West District.
In a luxurious villa belonging to a wealthy businessman, thick curtains blocked the external light and noise. In the dim hall, candles burning with incense emitted a soft orange light, dyeing Emlyn's pale profile red.
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Standing alone in front of the withered railing on the second floor, Emlyn, who had just finished cleaning the Harvest Church and changed clothes in the room behind the church before rushing to the banquet, first found his parents among the vampires below, and then
Then he slowly took a sip of the fresh blood wine in his hand.
Sure enough, it is the mellow smell of a girl that is worthy of the nobility of the blood clan. The old man's blood is too dull and lacks vitality. It is impossible to experience the joy of harvest taught by the mother goddess... No one talks to E.
If Mullin felt something, he followed the direction of the slight movement of inspiration and looked up the stairs. He saw a pair of young Vampire girls whispering something secretly and glancing in his direction from time to time.
Unable to understand the other party's behavior, Emlyn frowned and looked for his parents below again, only to see Mr. White, who was usually elegant, pleading with the vampire in front of him who seemed to be about the same age.
Your Excellency the Baron... Emlyn, who recognized the identity of the vampire, drank up the rest of the blood wine in one gulp and walked quickly towards the direction of his parents.
............
On the edge of the East District, there are layers of darkness near a dilapidated building, and not far away there is a continuous flow of water that is sometimes rapid and sometimes soothing.
In front of the empty abandoned dock, Sharon's figure had disappeared, leaving only Klein standing in a place where the soil was dark brown and all kinds of weeds abounded.
He placed his palm on a wooden box that was stained with a lot of wet soil. With a slight movement of his mind, a bright flame instantly engulfed the empty wooden box.
This was the explosive that Caspars had just delivered in a hurry. At the same time, the frightened black marketeer took away the useless carriage and cleared out as much debris as possible.
After doing all this, Klein, who had already buried the explosives on the ground according to the arrangement, took out the match from his pocket, walked a few steps and inserted the entire match at the appropriate position, leaving only the head wrapped with gunpowder.
Inserting the last match in his hand into the soil, Klein thoughtfully took out the Azik copper whistle that he had always carried with him, looked at it for a few seconds, and sealed the iron cigarette that usually served as a container with a simple spiritual cage.
box.
He did not intend to bury this item in the soil, but was prepared to observe the situation. When Maric was at a disadvantage in the competition between the "living corpses" of the "indulgent faction", or when the "ghost" named Steve summoned a large number of ghosts, he would
Throw it to use, take it by surprise.
Click... The revolver's magazine rotates slowly. Today, Klein was suddenly notified that he could not buy special bullets. He checked the "Attachment" pistol, silently calculated the remaining ammunition, and placed the revolver directly on the
The left side of the coat is convenient for coordinated attacks when using the cane.
When he left to rummage through the junk pile, he had already used the destiny charm to add a little luck to himself, just hoping that the negative effects of "attachment" would be weakened.
Although the negative effects of this kind of weapon without extraordinary characteristics will not be too strong, sometimes there is nothing wrong with being more cautious... Klein slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then touched his chest again.
Having said that, I have used the "Charm of Destiny" several times but I still don't feel any bad luck. Will Asceptin didn't answer my question directly at the time. Should I wait until after this time and ask her for a after-sales service?
Service terms...
"coming."
Suddenly, an ethereal voice broke Klein's divergent thoughts. Standing in the middle of the open space, Klein mechanically cast illusion spells on himself, took a few steps back, and hid in the nearby shadows. At the same time, a piece of paper placed in a hidden place
The figure rose up, and Klein's figure completely disappeared from the spot.
After doing all this, he looked in the direction that Miss Sharon had been alerting, and saw three figures in the distance approaching at an extremely fast speed, one in front, one in the middle, and one behind.
Having taken sedatives in advance, Maric's eyes were a little less malicious and crazy, and he ran wildly, staring at the wind resistance at the front, and the muscles on his face showed a twisted and ferocious look.
After him, the man from the Southern Continent, whose face was equally pale and had traces of decay, followed closely. The craziness in his eyes was even worse. His clothes failed to cover him, and his exposed limbs even showed an almost dead metal reflection.
The "living corpse" of Sequence Six, Jason...Klein, who was hiding, nodded slightly, and then looked at the slowest and furthest one.
The thin man's arms were covered with dark brown hair, and his sharp claws had a distorted smile on his face. The spiky hair on his body was blown down by the wind. He used his limbs together, as if he could leap at any time and pounce on the most dangerous person.
Maric in front.
The "werewolf" whose name was not mentioned... Sharon actually mentioned that it was called Tyr, but because he appeared so rarely, the "werewolf" who was not remembered by Klein, who was nervous for a while, suddenly swelled up.
, the body fought hard to save, and the posture must be coordinated with Jason's force at the same time to dismember Maric.
boom.
Klein, who was hiding in the shadows, tapped his left hand like a pistol, and a transparent bullet surrounded by airflow instantly shot towards Tyr in the air. A bright firework rose from the barren ground, chasing after him.
The "living corpse" Jason Tongkong shrank in an instant, and his body flashed in mid-air, avoiding the warmth, leaving only a thin layer of white frost that evaporated.
The two people with crazy smiles stopped and allowed Maric, who was running at the front, to run another ten meters before stopping.
With his feet stepping on the wet soil that had been turned over, Maric, who had recovered from his sedation, thought for a moment, moved his steps slightly, and moved away from the land.
He nodded imperceptibly, and pale palms with varying degrees of decay stretched out from the clusters of withered weeds.
Living corpses climbed up from the ground one after another. The nervous Maric did not dare to relax at all. He immediately raised his arms, with his thumb raised and his index finger pointing forward.
Almost at the moment Maric raised it, Jason, who had signs of decay on his face, also raised his arm like a mirror, grinning crazily.
With his heart pounding and blood flowing rapidly, Maric, who was extremely nervous, changed the direction of his arm at the last moment and pointed it at Tell, who was watching the show and relaxing his guard.
He chose to believe in Sharon's choice and the detective!
boom!
A powerful impact hit "Werewolf" Tyr's thin head, exploding wisps of black smoke that continued to billow upward.
At the same time, a flame suddenly appeared in front of Maric, and the bright fire completely covered the figure of the "living corpse". Jason, with traces of decay on his face, looked fierce, regardless of the pain of his companions,
The muscles in his legs exploded, he sprinted a few steps, and rushed in front of the flame in an instant.
Although the "living corpse" is afraid of the high temperature of the flames, it is the full moon now, and the craziness that has taken over his brain means that he intends to use the hardness of his body to knock away Maric who is hiding behind the flames!
"die!"
A strange crimson color filled Jason's eyes, and the "living corpse" with his elbow in front of him jumped deeply, about to break through the flames.
boom!
Suddenly, the bright flames disappeared out of thin air without any warning. In the middle of the remaining sparks, a rough-made human-shaped piece of paper was instantly corrupted by the black smoke. Jason was occupied by crimson. In the slightly enlarged eyes, Maric was as steely as
The fist reflecting the metallic luster is getting bigger and bigger.
The "living corpse" that was so arrogant just now flew out in an instant. The dead corpse waiting for help in the open space was like a shark that smelled the smell of blood. It madly pounced on Jason who collapsed on the ground. The rotting pale body came one after another, accompanied by
The terrifying roar drowned his figure.
There was still black smoke billowing from his head, but the powerful vitality of the "werewolf" had already made Tyre regain consciousness. He stared at the sight of Mo Lake and saw that Steve, who was originally supposed to wait for Sharon to appear according to the plan, was floating in the lake.
In front of him, streams of air slowly decomposed under his control.
"Master Steve?"
Steve, who was wearing a tuxedo and a dark red cloak dancing behind him, narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at a dark overlapping corner ten meters away. His already pale face had a touch of livid color.
It was reinforcements they hadn't expected.
The moment the strange flame extinguished, a spark flashed suddenly in the direction of the overlapping shadows, and then a nearly transparent bullet went straight towards Taier's forehead, which had just been treated by Maric, and already showed some traces of decay.
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Spiritual Early Warning Steve, who sensed the danger, had to be forced out in order to avoid the potential threat and to save Thiel, who was responsible for using the "Crimson Moon Corona" for a while.
Sharon is still hiding in the dark, and now they have become the weaker party.
With a gloomy expression, Steve glanced around, looked away from the shadows, and shouted behind him without looking back:
"Show up the 'Crimson Moon Crown', I want the full moon to illuminate this area!"
Tyr, who had a splitting headache, only froze for a moment before he understood what Steve meant. With his sharp-nailed right hand, he dug into his arms and pulled out a scarlet full moon from the linen clothes.
"ah!"
In the withered and desolate land, spiritual madness flourished, and the malice and darkness in his mind fiercely counterattacked. Maric did not care about chasing Jason after the victory, holding his head in his hands, wailing in pain on the spot.
As the ground trembled, a muffled sound erupted. The pale-skinned corpse was blown away by the huge force. There were almost no wounds on the body. Only Jason, whose nose was slightly broken, slowly got up and stared fiercely at the struggling Maric.
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"You bastard..."
Jason, who was about to unleash his revenge, suddenly froze on the spot, and in his crimson-covered eyes, a slightly distorted and delicate face emerged clearly.
Sharon!
Steve frowned as the spiritual warnings in his head were still roaring. Steve, who subconsciously wanted to help Jason and asked Sharon to control him, had just turned away when he heard Tyer behind him pass through his spirit body in a panic.
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"Go back and hold up the 'Crimson Moon Crown'!"
He scolded, then turned around and looked back, only to see that a flame had not been extinguished behind where Tell was standing, and there were several sunken craters where he stood.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
On the empty ground, several flames rose simultaneously, and a figure in a double-breasted dress kept flashing among them. One hand was raised high like a performer on the stage, while the other hand was calm.
Pulling the trigger, several brass bullets attached to the black flames roared out.
Steve, who had already entered the spirit body, recognized the flames belonging to the "Witch" that could burn the spirit body. His facial features were grim, and the spirit body quickly rose up and flew into the sky, while Tyr was holding the "Crimson Moon Crown" at the side.
Using the radiation brought by this red moon to strengthen itself, the figure suddenly dragged out a bolt of lightning and rushed towards Jason, who had already strangled his neck with his hands.
The crimson moonlight was getting closer and closer to Maric. The "living corpse" who had just finally recovered a little had to fight the madness in his body again, and Sharon, who was fighting with Jason, was also forced to leave her hands and was about to tear herself off.
A "living corpse" with a head, a complicated black palace skirt fluttering in the wind, a few strands of carefully managed long golden hair scattered around, and a delicate face with slightly wrinkled eyebrows, creating a miserable beauty.
Jason, who was also suffering from a splitting headache on the ground, had not recovered yet. Sharon, who was in mid-air, took the opportunity to continue to complete the strangulation. A piercing scream came straight down from the sky. With the full spirituality and the bright moonlight environment,
In an instant, it penetrated Sharon's psychological defenses and stirred up the madness that she had struggled to suppress for a long time.
On the empty flat ground, Maric, who was barely standing, was knocked away. Tyr, who had just pulled Jason up, suddenly looked aside and saw that the flames that were supposed to engulf him suddenly withered. He held a gun in his left hand and raised his right hand high above his head.
The figure was forced to stumble back a few steps, and the arm hanging high trembled slightly. It took a lot of effort to control not to touch the head that was stung by the scream.
Klein, who could barely maintain his control over Steve's spiritual body, endured the pain and opened his eyes, only to see a sharp iron-black claw blade coming towards his face.
In the panic, the "Joker"'s skillful control of the limbs was fully demonstrated. Under the pull of gravity, the five fingers of his left hand relaxed, and the "Attachment" revolver fell steadily into the coat pocket, and then reflexively pulled out the cane from his waist.
Click!
The dexterous mechanism unlocked in response, and a long blade made of dozens of blades, reflecting the scarlet color on Tyr's chest, dragged a fiery snake out of its sheath.
when!
The metal inscriptions collided, and the sulfur smoke and flames swept out a layer of flames in the air. The scorching waves drove back the "werewolf". Tyr's facial features were twisted to the extreme, and the "Crimson Moon Crown" held up by his left hand became more and more monstrous.
However, the sharp claws that were as strong as steel only remained as long as the charred fingers, and the smell of burnt rotten flesh kept wafting out.
The red moon in the sky echoed with the held-up "Crimson Moon Crown", manic flames wrapped around the chain blade, and the inscriptions in the middle of the hilts of the canes scattered on the ground flickered with hazy white light, gradually extinguishing.
Klein stared at the hot chain blade in his palm with complex eyes, and then looked at the inscription on the staff body where the white light had almost disappeared, and his lips twitched.
"Maliciousness should always be in a cage."
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