Klein held the cane tightly and did not relax at all.
Even if the other party is only Sequence Seven, even if the other party has already controlled the spiritual body thread, he has no intention of letting down his guard.
Regardless of anything else, as far as he is concerned, isn't it enough to take advantage of the enemy's luck and information asymmetry to kill those who are higher than himself?
The diffuse shadows began to gather, and Klein consciously controlled these shadows to protect him. He checked them carefully, and after realizing that there were no flaws, he continued:
"I want to meet her. After all, after the Black Death disappeared and the fleet was separated, Lieutenant General Sickness probably doesn't want to be overwhelmed by other pirate generals all the time."
"If you are truly loyal to your captain, I think you should follow my advice."
Crane deliberately relaxed his performance of Hermann.
After all, this is the only clue at the moment. Blindly maintaining Gelman's acting style will only make the situation worse.
The vines on the ground were completely dead and motionless. The woman who was still struggling suddenly stopped and fell into silence.
"I have no right to make decisions for the captain."
She lifted her arms up one at a time and reached the slit on the side of her robe.
"I can only convey your request to the captain."
Convey it, how to convey it, put you back, and then play evaporate for me?
Just when Klein was about to respond, his eyes suddenly focused. Under the feedback from his spiritual vision, the spiritual aura of the woman opposite him changed instantly, and even her breathing stopped.
He followed the extension of the woman's spiritual aura and looked around, looking for abnormalities in the air.
But no matter how much Klein explores, nothing changes except for the ever-increasing spiritual warning. He can only sit back and watch the unknown danger approach him step by step.
"Lieutenant General of Disease" is here!
Without too much thinking, Klein grasped the source of the danger, but he still didn't know how the danger would come.
Thinking of this, Klein relaxed his control over "The Desire of Hide" and turned his attention to his right hand.
The illusion attached to the surface of the "double" disappeared silently, the hazy white light dimmed, and the control of the spiritual body's thread was relaxed from the source.
"Okay, this is...cough!"
Just when he was about to go one step further and activate "Creep Hunger", the monkey's head suddenly itched and he coughed uncontrollably.
Immediately afterwards, my head felt bloated, my brain hurt, I started sneezing, and I was unable to move at all.
The woman who noticed that she had regained her mobility looked at all this with a sneer. Her right hand raised on the edge of the gap suddenly reached in, and the previously sluggish vines suddenly burst out and regained their activity.
She didn't have time to taunt her opponent, so she just took out a bottle of potion from her arms and swallowed every drop into her throat.
After doing all this, the woman took out her hand and, using the transparent thread in mid-air, launched an attack on Klein.
Just like the great smog, it’s a witch’s plague!
Klein secretly screamed, but he didn't know how to counterattack. His left palm quickly turned fiery red, and he barely managed to build a wall of fire around him.
In a closed space, he could not use wind and rain to disperse the air containing the plague like he did in Backlund, not to mention that he did not herd the corresponding Beyonders.
Klein tried hard to suppress the frequency of coughing. The cane in his hand suddenly expanded to the size of half a man. He rounded his arm and the black iron-colored shield made a big hole in the ground.
"slow!"
The reverberating blasphemy indiscriminately locked onto everything outside the fire wall. The vines trailing along the floor, walls and other objects suddenly became as still as stone statues. Even the invisible air was stagnant and breathed out.
Tiny particles that are almost imperceptible.
But even so, "Lieutenant General Disease" still didn't show up, as if she didn't care whether she could keep this mysterious adventurer here or whether she could rescue the few subordinates who were still around.
Instead, it was Klein's various abilities that he displayed in a hurry that raised Tracy's vigilance.
The "Pain Witch" hiding in the dark looked at the blazing wall of fire, her eyes changed several times, and she suddenly gritted her teeth and made an extremely difficult decision.
She ripped off the charm tied to her wrist, held it in her mouth, and screamed forward.
A scream containing blasphemous spirituality erupted at close range. The slow and almost stagnant particles in the air immediately cheered, colliding irregularly, and quickly gathered together under the impetus of sound waves. A sharp cone-shaped wave visible to the naked eye stabbed.
He broke through the wall of crimson fire, and as if facing an enemy, he burst out with almost original power, and wiped the crimson flower from the floor with a devastating force.
The remnant left by the burning flame was pushed into the corner, with only a little orange color still standing firmly in place. With the sound of breaking glass, Tracy appeared next to the woman like a ghost, her chest heaving, and her pale face was obviously in a bad state.
Extremely bad.
"captain?"
There was still a bit of excitement on the woman's face, but Tracy, whose eyelids showed fatigue, did not dare to be presumptuous and could only convey confusion with her tone of voice.
"Annie, leave immediately, that guy hasn't gone far..." Tracy paused, and the hesitation in her blue eyes disappeared quickly, "Don't go back there, hide first, and wait for my notification.
.”
Tracy's words continued, but the graceful figure next to Anne began to peel away inch by inch, like a mirage. Within a moment, only floating shadows remained, telling that everything just now was not an illusion.
By not letting me go back, is the captain afraid that I will be followed?
With her mouth wide open, Anne wanted to roar, wanted to vent, wanted to ask the captain how far he had to compromise for the sake of the oil bottle... But the long years of pirate life and basic literacy still forced her to calm down.
After coming down, my body involuntarily chose the best route and evacuated this room that had changed beyond recognition.
The lights of Bayam City are still shining, but there are just a few more sad people.
...
Was that a demigod-level spell just now?
It was still the same bar as before. Not far from the ruined room, there was a new face. Klein was hiding in the bathroom, clutching his chest and leaning on the wall with his elbows, looking like he might faint at any time.
Before the scream penetrated Klein's soul, he had already used flame jumping to escape from the place, but he still suffered heavy injuries, and he would not be able to recover easily for at least a few days.
Sure enough, Tracy has other back-ups. Her status in the Witch Cult cannot be easily summed up by "black gloves". I am afraid she has the support of a demigod.
Klein took a deep breath, leaned against the wall, and slowly sat on the ground, letting go of his "desire to walk" with his palms.
It's not good to have too many extraordinary items all at once. I'm a little over-expanded...
...
It hurts, it hurts!
Bruce Walker murmured unconsciously, rubbing his cheek against the soft pillow. He felt tortured by the sharp pain in his head, and at the same time wanted to indulge in the comfortable bed he had not enjoyed for an unknown amount of time.
But as his body relaxed subconsciously, Bruce, who noticed that his body was bound by ropes, still forcefully pulled his dizzy thoughts out of the comfortable environment, and his eyes suddenly widened.
He stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, feeling a little confused for a moment.
Where is this?
He only remembered that he met the extraordinary people of the Church of Dark Night, but he never remembered that the underground prison of the Church of Dark Night had such a good environment.
As a qualified escapee, he has never lived in the dungeons of the Church of the Night. Humid rooms and hard beds are often all there. How could such high-end furnishings come from?
Could it be said that even the prison cells in the Northern Continent are different from those in the Southern Continent?
"You're awake, do you need some water?"
Suddenly, a mellow voice that was very comfortable yet serious broke through all the doubts that had stumped Bruce. The werewolf wrapped in a "zongzi" on the bed turned his head with difficulty.
The young gentleman in a maroon trench coat was sitting on a comfortable-looking chair, holding a piece of tissue paper that looked like a photo in his hand, with care and caution in his eyes.
"Who are you?"
Bruce frowned and his muscles bulged, but the extraordinary strength was not stimulated along with the tightening of the muscles. Instead, the severe soreness backfired and he almost wailed.
"Sorry, I never thought that the psychic ritual would make you sleep for a whole day, and the rope seemed to be tied too tight." Dunn put away the photo as unobtrusively as possible. Although he said this, he obviously did not stand for Bruce.
It means to loosen ties.
He looked up and down at the young man on the bed, and adopted the usual tone used by official extraordinary people.
"Bruce Walker, a native of the Southern Continent, a member of the Rose School, am I right?"
"So what?" Bruce gave up the struggle and silently mobilized his accumulated spirituality to recover his body.
He discovered that the Northern Continent in front of him might not be an official Extraordinary, at least not a local Nighthawk. It was very likely that he was also an organized Extraordinary like him.
"Can you explain what 'temperance' means? I find that I seem to have made a mistake." Dunn gestured, and the transparent spirit placed a piece of paper in a position where Bruce could see it.
Full of doubts, Bruce tried his best to stretch his head and take a few glances. His expression gradually became weird, and in the end, only anger and grief remained.
"You tied me up just because of this?"
He glared at each other angrily, forgetting his own situation, and asked Dunn.
Damn it, this Northern Continent playboy actually mistook himself for the "Sexualist Sect" who is full of blood and white turbid evil, and thought that the resentful spirits in the mining area were spread by him!
Although the Extraordinaries of the "Rose School" and "Alien Species" are indeed good at this, reasoning is not used in this way. Is there something about evil spirits entering dreams that scares people to death in the future? How about you Extraordinaries of the "Sleepless One" path?
Don't you want to doubt yourself?
"I said, I seem to have made a mistake." Dunn avoided Bruce's gaze, stood up and poured a cup of coffee, and even didn't forget to get Bruce some water.
Bruce looked at the glass of water, licked his dry lips, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly explained:
"The 'Temperance Sect' was once another sect within the Rose School. Although it is still the same now, there are only a few real members left..."