Tarot and the Corpse

"Whoosh whoosh!"

A sharp whooshing sound rang out behind him. Leonard didn't turn his head and immediately dodged to the side. After landing, he quickly turned around to face the direction from which the attack came.

Where he had been standing, there were now several tarot cards. They were ordinary tarot cards, some with the back facing up and others with the image on top.

Who is it?

Leonard looked in the direction from which the card had been shot, his expression slightly puzzled.

In the darkness of the street stood a man with an flamboyant Magician style, his face painted with white greasepaint, his eyes transformed into exaggerated black stars, and tarot cards held between his fingers.

This person is naturally Klein.

At that time, he and Luther saw Lanevus escape. The two of them had come out to get rid of him, so naturally they wouldn't let him get away so easily. However, Lanevus was corrupted by the gods. Luther could resist it, but he was in a precarious situation. In addition, the difference in their Sequence was too great, so Luther arranged for him to observe the situation from a distance while he went first.

He waited on the ground until the sewers collapsed, exposing the two figures to the sky above Backlund. When Luther was wrapped in Lanevus's body, Klein even considered going to rescue him despite the mental pollution.

However, before he could even charge over, Luther easily dealt with Lanevus.

From Klein's perspective, Luther muttered something, and Lanevus suddenly panicked, dropped him, and screamed. Then, something invisible was taken from him, causing his body to collapse and die.

What did Luther do?

Klein was confused and uneasy, but he saw the other person fall into pain and madness. At the same time, a Red Gloves came rushing over. This Red Gloves was none other than his former colleague, Leonard!

"Who are you?"

Although seeing old colleagues was nice, he couldn't reminisce now. Hearing Leonard's question, he didn't answer, but instead threw out tarot cards again, forcing Leonard to distance himself once more.

A few matches were mixed in with the tarot cards, which he skillfully tossed into the gap with the "Magician's " technique, landing next to Luther.

"Damn it, this guy keeps throwing cards around, preventing me from pulling him into the Dream Infiltration. He seems to know the power of 'Nightmare' very well."

Leonard dodged the attack, thinking to himself. He had only recently advanced to the Nightmare and was not yet proficient enough in pulling people into his Dream Infiltration, so it was difficult for him to do so immediately.

"Bang!"

Since he couldn't Dream Infiltration, he simply pulled out his gun and fired. However, after the bullet from the Revolver hit the opponent, the opponent's body suddenly turned into a ball of flame and disappeared without a trace.

"Boom!"

Beside Luther, whose expression was pained, the scattered matches on the ground suddenly ignited, and Klein's figure leaped out from the suddenly expanding flames.

Control your Spirituality!

He was struck by Luther's frenzied Spirituality and took a few steps back, shouting, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get close to you!"

Of course, because Leonard was on top, his voice was deliberately altered.

Klein?

During a lull in his frenzy, Luther heard the latter's voice, looked up, and saw his Magician- like attire. He then tried to suppress his Spirituality, eliminating any mental shocks around him.

"I possess one of my Beyonder Item on Lanevus."

He tried to speak to Klein.

"Knew!"

Klein rushed to the body and saw a piece of white bone lying in the Flesh, its surface gleaming with a warm, shimmering light in the scattered firelight. From its shape, it resembled a human rib.

Is this what it is? It looks a bit strange.

"Um?"

He took a step toward Lanevus's corpse, and suddenly felt something was strange. The environment of the sewers had become somewhat pale, as if something was missing, or as if it were a blurry illusion.

It was Leonard; he pulled us into Dream!

Klein thought to himself.

An ordinary extraordinary person might not be aware of Dream, but he had a peculiar ability to remain conscious in a dream. Just as he was about to try to break through the Dream, he felt Luther's aura suddenly surge behind him, and everything in front of him made a phantom shattering sound, as if invisible glass was being Destruction.

The Dream was shattered.

"Ugh!"

Above his head, Leonard let out a muffled cry of pain, as if he had suffered a severe Mental Shock.

"Hurry up!"

Luther shouted with difficulty.

Leonard, good luck to you.

Klein thought to himself as he rushed to Lanevus and picked up the white rib. The object itself emitted a strong stimulating sensation; just touching the white rib sent a knife-like pain through his body, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

What the hell is this thing?

He first jerked his hand away as if he'd been electrocuted, then pulled a piece of white paper from his pocket and wrapped it around the white rib to avoid the intense pain.

After the ribs were put back in place, Klein hurriedly ran back to Luther's side. Looking around, he noticed a large amount of blood scattered on the ground, including some of Lanevus's blood and some of Luther's own.

The scene must be cleaned up, otherwise they might find themselves through these clues!

Klein thought for a moment, then subtly moved his glove, instantly filling his fingers with over a dozen tarot cards. This was a set of ordinary playing cards, but it could be roughly used as "Paper Figurine Substitute" left at the scene to interfere with the Divination.

"Swish swish swish!"

He flung countless playing cards from his hand, which landed on the sewer floor and on Lanevus's decaying, disintegrating corpse. Many of the tarot cards began to burn after hitting the ground, scattering shimmering sparks that disturbed the scene. However, some landed on Lanevus, obscuring his unseeing face.

On it are depictions of pictures and numbers: a man hanging upside down from a tree, lost in thought; Fool, full of hope, carrying a backpack and setting off on a journey; and Goddess wielding the Sword of Judgment, punishing evil.

Klein quickly finished doing all this and grabbed Luther.

Bang bang bang!

Above the gap, Leonard, his nose bleeding, tried to block with his pistol, but he immediately saw the two figures engulfed in crimson flames and disappear.

"Boom!"

The next moment they appeared on the road, and the next moment they appeared in a more distant block, leaping continuously like this, disappearing from Leonard's sight before he could react.

"Hateful."

Leonard lowered his arm holding the Revolver and stared blankly down the sewer. He saw Lanevus's body buried among a large number of tarot cards.

Just then, he suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping overhead.

Looking up, I saw Mr. A, now Devil Transformation, flying in through the night sky with bat wings spread. His body was scarred, and a large group of Nighthawks were chasing after him, but his gaze was fixed only on the sewers.

"Aaaaaah!"

When he saw the state of Lanevus's death, he let out a desperate howl!

"You damn bastard!"

Mr. A roared in anguish and fury as he headed in the direction Luther had gone, his voice filled with madness and rage.

I'm going to kill you, I'm going to make you wish you were dead!