The orange-red flames extinguished in the rain. Gehrman swung the blade in mid-air, dragging the white lightning with it, and violently struck John's neck.
Seeing this, the panic in the "Hunter"'s eye control disappeared in an instant, and a touch of teasing appeared instead. He immediately prayed to his demigod for strength in the spiritual network, and the surface of his skin suddenly became as hard as steel.
The beast-like reaction speed of the "Hunter" was vividly displayed at this moment. The moment before the long blade struck the neck, John dragged out the afterimage with his left hand and held the blade with his backhand.
A sneer appeared on his face. His experience drove him to take down the adventurer, but his keen spiritual intuition gave the completely opposite answer.
Klein's left hand, which was suspended in the air with the help of the fulcrum of the long sword, was instantly dyed with a bright golden color, full of a sense of majesty, and the rich shadow on the top of the long sword suddenly surged crazily.
"Inquisitor", "Psychic Puncture"!
To deal with Beyonders who resemble "living corpses" and have skin as hard as steel, damage at the spiritual level is obviously more effective.
John suddenly screamed and felt like a sharp knife was inserted into his head, stirring his fragile brain.
But soon this pain was dispersed to every man in black, from the pain of bone picking to only the frowning micro-injury.
However, the damage can be transferred, but the humiliation of the "hunter" being nearly killed by the "prey" will not.
John knew very well that if he had not relied on Marshal Soult's mental network just now, the adventurer on the opposite side would definitely seize the opportunity to kill him.
"Go to hell!"
The "Hunter"'s anger ignited itself, and blossoming fire crows appeared out of thin air. The dense heat source instantly surrounded Klein, whose feet were already on the ground, and the long blade in his hand was transformed into a hammer.
Klein looked at the fire that occupied his field of vision like red stars, snapped his fingers, and allowed the blazing heat to devour him. With the help of the fire crow's flame stream, he flashed and jumped out of the attack range.
Immediately afterwards, countless fireballs were thrown from all directions, and John, with clear anger in his eyes, condensed a blazing white spear in his palm and roared out.
Klein's eyes almost froze, and he immediately flipped his wrist, scattering a dozen cards and throwing them around.
The dazzling white light lit up the mountainside, echoing the silver-white thunder in the sky. In the sea of flames, the figure of the adventurer Mohu disappeared and appeared. Daniz was horrified to see being pinned to the ground by the man in black.
John, with a gloomy face, looked at the figure in the firelight, hesitated for a moment, and half-raised his palm.
Suddenly, the men in black who were originally guarding both sides of the passenger queue quickly split into half and rushed towards the sea of fire that they had ignited.
The heavy rain weakened the natural advantages of the "hunters", but it did not take away their experience and awareness.
The four people separated from the team ran quickly, their palms facing the sea of fire, weaving long whips, condensing fire balls, summoning fire crows, or igniting fire snakes.
As soon as Klein landed, two ferocious fire snakes squirmed towards him, instantly building two high walls of blazing flames.
Behind him, a red whip passed through the wall of fire and struck at the adventurer's legs. The fireball struck straight at him, followed closely by a flock of scorching crows that covered the sky.
All-round three-dimensional fire concentration!
They are indeed a professional "Hunter" group... Klein's left hand changes colors, with orange and red occupying the majority. In conjunction with the hazy white light of his right palm, he carves a smooth path in the air.
"sun!"
Pure-colored flames instantly enveloped Klein's body. The sacred fire was different from the flames of the "Hunters" and was not affected at all even in the rain.
Klein snapped his fingers, and the extremely compressed pure gold fire wave suddenly spread and collided fiercely with the crimson red.
boom!
Unimaginable temperatures exploded in the air. John, who was standing on the spot, narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his hand that was half-raised in the air. The scattered "hunters" also became alert again, and the heat rose again in their palms.
But this time, they didn't wait for the adventurer's figure to emerge from any corner. Between the lightning and flint, a ray of darkness pierced through the raging fire with unstoppable force, and went straight to John's face.
"Hunter" snorted coldly, stepped back calmly, and accurately avoided the black shadow's attack.
A mace made of complete shadow smashed into the earth, causing layers of cracks.
The thick muffled sound resounded in the hearts of every creature present, just like the roar of their other selves.
"Fallen."
The paper wrapped around the handle of the hammer burst into flames. The adventurer, who had just used the flames to jump two hundred meters away from the battlefield to gain a chance to adjust, returned and picked up the visually extremely heavy black hammer.
The pronunciation of the simulated "blasphemy" echoed along the surface of the earth for a long time. The adventurer raised his left hand slightly, the golden surface was dark, and his narrow eyes locked on all the objects in front of him.
"Longwei!"
Suddenly, John, the man in black, and a larger number of passengers screamed at the same time, with their hands dancing in a chaotic manner and holding tightly on both sides of their heads.
They seemed to be looking directly into their extreme fears, and this illusion was about to come close to reality under the influence of the group.
Klein watched all this and without hesitation switched to the herding soul again. While his left hand was dyed golden, he struck down with a high weight hammer in his right hand, once again causing waves of echoes on the ground.
"distortion!"
The lightning that appeared in Klein's eyes exploded invisible, giving justice to every "hunter" in black. The severe pain from the soul spurred these people to retreat step by step, and the shrill screams infected the ordinary people shrouded in the aftermath.
People are more panicked.
If it were normal, the "Dragon Power" and "Psychic Puncture" at the seventh level of the sequence would certainly not have any fatal impact on these professional "hunters".
But whether it was due to good luck or not, Surte's spiritual network did not take effect at this time. Under Crane's frequent use of "blasphemy" to expand the attack range and manipulate the enemy's emotions, these "blasphemous words" pressed hard.
"Hunter" was unable to fight back for a moment.
It’s not their fault. For normal extraordinary people, it would be impossible for a “demon”, a “psychiatrist”, and an “inquisitor” to work together.
Klein ran forward quickly, causing the ground to shake as he stepped on it, and his heavy hammer left bright spots of fire on the surface.
boom!
The blazing white spear suddenly shot out, and John, whose face was horrified by the severe pain, struggled to raise his arm. Although he could not aim as accurately as usual and discern the opponent's fatal weakness, he still insisted on throwing out the flames in his palm.
The shadows in his hands were surging wildly. Klein looked at the oncoming blazing white. He flicked his right hand violently, and the darkness instantly formed a round shield in front of him. As if he had a premonition, he flashed past the top of the spear, and his footsteps
He only paused for a moment before running wildly again.
Running at high speed, the distance between John and Klein suddenly shortened to only two meters.
At this distance, even though the spiritual warning had begun to sound loudly, and even though the surrounding voices had already indicated that other "hunters" had escaped the pain caused by "dragon power" and "spiritual penetration", Klein still did not stop moving.
He clenched his fist with his left hand and hit the shield, causing a muffled sound. His eyes switched to herding souls, and two lightning bolts flashed again.
"Spiritual penetration", "death"!
The two attacks were entangled with each other at nearly zero distance. While piercing John's brain, they gave him an evil curse that burned his soul.
"Hunter" persisted hard, turbid blood couldn't stop pouring out of his seven orifices, and the whites of his eyes turned out.
But even so, he still did not lose consciousness, and his eyes that were unable to focus showed endless resentment, even if this emotion would be used by the "devil", he would not stop.
Klein looked at this vicious gaze, his tense face suddenly distorted, and he responded with an even crazier smile. At the same time, he reversed his wrist, and the heavy hammer dragged on the ground instantly turned into a long blade, stabbing the "Hunter" neatly.
chest.
Roars and roars came one after another behind him, but the adventurer seemed not to notice the scorching waves of fire behind him. He still had that crazy smile on his face. He twisted his hands tightly on the handle of the knife, driving the boiling shadow to swallow a huge amount of flames.
, burned through the middle of John's chest.
Both the scorching heat from completely different sources hit the target, but the one that adhered to its mission penetrated the enemy's heart, while the other, more spectacular fire, only burned to nothing and was quickly extinguished and disappeared under the wash of rain.
The shadows prostrate on the ground slowly gathered together, relying on the handle of the knife inserted into the chest of the charred corpse, and gradually formed into a human shape.
The adventurer, whose body surface was slightly burned, looked around, and a gnawing sense of hunger suddenly swept through the surroundings.
The "hunters" stared at the palm of the adventurer's left hand with an illusory bloody mouth, and watched as it sucked out the captain's spirituality and chewed his flesh and blood. They could no longer maintain their composure, and their eyes were filled with blood.
Feeling the feeling of fullness coming from the "creeping hunger", Klein, who had a crazy smile on his lips, turned his head and looked at the "Hunters" with blazing flames in their hands without fear, and opened his arms like a hug.
The arms, like a "magician" performing on the stage, bowed to the surroundings.
"I'm sorry, everyone."
"If one of you had been a 'witch' just now, I might have finished playing."
"After all...the flames of the 'Hunter' are not hot enough for the spirit body."
During the "confession", Klein winked his right eye mischievously, and his left palm, which appeared red, smacked the long blade of his right hand together without any warning.
"Fallen!"
The resentment accumulated after witnessing the tragic death of their captain and being provoked by their opponents was instantly ignited by the "devil's" malice. The "hunters" suddenly became frantic, and the blood-red eyes completely blinded their rationality.
Countless fiery attacks hit Klein, but he only glanced at it before decisively igniting himself, using the newly grazed "Reaper" to ignite flames out of thin air in many places. His thin figure looked like a ghost in the rainy night, suddenly appearing in the
In front of the "Hunter" closest to him.
He looked at these mid-level "Hunters" as if they were looking at the extraordinary characteristics that could not speak. The long blade with a straight handle expanded into a sickle as the shadow boiled, and a blazing white flame followed and covered the sickle.
Blade blade.
The flames were mixed in the rain, acting as a springboard for Klein to jump, expanding and spreading as the adventurer's flames flashed again and again.
In the pounding rain, Klein wildly swung his scythe, keenly grasping the fatal weaknesses that shone clearly on the enemy's spirit body, and accurately delivered death to him time and time again.
In just ten seconds, he killed two more "hunters", and the "hunters" who luckily escaped from the adventurer's scythe were more or less covered in black spots and burns.
At this time, a "conspirator" in the team no longer cared about the transgression and subsequent harsh punishment, and tried to directly communicate with the real leader of the team-Marshal Soult.
But at that time, the spiritual network connecting each other was extremely silent, and the urgent help came to nothing. Only now, the "hunters" were horrified to find that the spiritual link between themselves and the marshal had been severed, and they could no longer rely on them to prepare for the exam all the time!
The marshal wouldn't... A disrespectful and terrifying thought flashed through the "conspirator's" mind, but he quickly rejected the conjecture.
The marshal must live, at least until they leave this damn island!
As for the broken spiritual link, maybe it's because the Marshal has entered the hidden ruins on the island. As long as he persists until the Marshal returns... a trace of determination flashed in the "conspirator's" eyes, and he immediately shouted to his companions
:
"Retreat to the ship and wait for the marshal's response!"
His proposal was quickly approved by actions from all his companions, and no "hunter" hesitated about this order that was not an order.
Pursued by flames and scythes, the arrogant "hunters" who had just detained many passengers did not even care about the bodies of their companions and fled in a hurry.
The last flame streaked across the night sky and burned among the crowd. The surface of his body was obviously burned. Klein, who had consumed half of his spiritual energy, had a frozen smile on his lips. He was slowly devouring a "Hunter" corpse with his left hand.
He kicked Daniz, who was lying on the ground. The two cold children, a mixture of scarlet and dark brown, stared at the pirate's brain, which had just recovered from the "Dragon Power", and almost shut down.
After looking at him for a moment, Klein withdrew his gaze, and the illusory bloody mouth on his left hand instantly swallowed the remaining corpse, and pointed at the passengers around him.
"Gather the passengers together and go to the houses near the pier."
Daniz, who witnessed the adventurer crushing an entire "Hunter" team, trembled all over, swallowed hard, and retorted regardless of the risk to his life:
"Don't go near the house!"
"Why?" Klein's eyes became obviously cold.
"Because there are customs here," Daniz kept gesturing with his hands, trying to make the adventurer understand what he meant better. "The customs here are most likely related to some kind of occult rules."
"They claim that going out at night will encounter misfortune and monsters, but have you seen the monsters now!"
Daniz gasped for breath, and he didn't know whether it was tears or rain hanging at the corners of his eyes. He felt that he might really die.
Klein turned sideways and looked at the sparsely lit town below the mountainside. The gold coin that appeared in his fingertips from unknown time flew and flipped, and finally landed head-on in the middle of Klein's palm.
What Daniz said is correct.
There is indeed a custom in Bansi Port that says that if you go out at night, you will encounter evil spirits and monsters.
But at this time, in the small town and on the mountainside, except for the "hunters" who were driven by unknown interests and were more terrifying than monsters and less humane, Klein did not feel anything evil.
If the so-called danger is not outside... Klein's penis suddenly shrank, and the long blade in his hand burst into flames according to the owner's emotions.
In the heavy rain, in the vast distance in the darkness, through the light of the shrine, Klein saw a group of crotched figures in robes slowly walking out of the Church of the Storm. The leading middle-aged man looked as usual.
, there is not much evil that can be seen, but behind him, under the hood of each figure is empty, with a trickle of red flowing.