Running at the front was Maric, his slightly disheveled hair blown completely back by the wind, his face contorted in a Distortion expression.
He was faster than Steam train at its peak, and in a flash, he arrived at the entrance to the open space.
Even so, he still couldn't shake off his pursuers.
The man closest to him was just as pale as he was. There were a few faint black spots on the man's face, like the marks left after a rotten wound had healed. The malice in his eyes was completely undisguised and unsuppressed, like Living Corpse craving fresh flesh more than a human. Klein guessed that this must be Jason, Sequence 6.
Jason and Maric maintained a distance of about seven or eight meters, sometimes increasing, sometimes decreasing, back and forth.
A dozen meters behind them, a figure was being left further and further behind. It was a thin but strong man with very short hair, each strand standing up like a sharp thorn.
As he swung his arms, the tips of his palms gleamed with a metallic light that reflected the faint crimson moonlight—those were long, black fingernails, each as long as a dagger!
" Werewolf " Tyre... Klein silently recited the other's code name and name in his mind, while images of blood-splattered walls, intestines hanging from protruding parts, and bloody severed limbs and internal organs scattered all over the ground appeared in his mind.
Thump thump thump!
Maric ran as fast as he could, and Jason gritted his teeth and chased after him desperately. The black spots on his face that had healed had swollen and become translucent, as if rotting liquid was about to drip out.
Wherever the two went, the liquid in the puddles and muddy soil quickly condensed into white frost, freezing inch by inch.
The withered grass was blown high by the strong wind created by the two people, and as it slowly fell, it rotted and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Suddenly, a pale hand emerged from the frosty earth and grabbed Jason's ankle precisely.
Snap!
Jason twisted his body and kicked hard, breaking the wrist of the hand and sending it flying. At the cut, the flesh was already rotten, and white maggots were wriggling out in a frenzy.
Maric stopped, pinched his lips with his right hand, and let out a piercing whistle.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The soil in different parts of the open space was turned up, and one by one, expressionless corpses sat up.
At the same time, a cold wind suddenly swirled, and countless transparent Specter seemed to smell the scent of a blood feast. Not wanting to be left behind, they surged toward Jason. Some grabbed his arms, some pulled his legs, and some simply hugged his head.
Jason stopped in his tracks and snorted.
Those Specter were instantly sent flying backwards, some disappearing with screams, others lost in their tracks.
Almost instantly, Maric and Jason simultaneously raised their right hands, thumbs up, placed next to their index fingers, which were aimed at each other.
Without a sound, the air separating the two exploded, sending wisps of black smoke billowing upwards.
Maric then took a step back, and a few strands of his disheveled hair withered and fell down.
" Maric, you're still so weak, you still don't know how to harness the power of desire!" Jason chuckled in a low, hoarse voice.
At this moment, " Werewolf " Tyre arrived at his side, while Steve, the Sequence 5 strongman in charge of this operation, was still nowhere to be found.
"Don't rush to deal with Maric. Wait for Sharron to come and rescue him. Lord Steve is on his way." " Werewolf " Tyre lowered his voice and said to Jason.
He immediately stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his lips:
"I wonder what Sharron would look like naked..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw Jason turn his head, his pale face ashen, and two identical figures vaguely appearing in his eyes:
A black court dress, pale golden hair, a delicate face, and bloodless skin!
Snap!
He stretched out both hands and grabbed Werewolf Tyre the neck, the bones creaking as they struggled to support themselves.
The Evil Spirit Sharron has arrived!
Tyre gasped for air, his neck swelling like a water pipe, sprouting stiff black hairs that briefly resisted the force that was about to snap his trachea and cervical vertebrae.
His eyes gradually rolled back, his bright red tongue lolled out, and thick saliva dripped down the sides of his lips.
However, his right hand reached into his pocket with precision and steadiness, breaking a pre-set Spirituality shackle!
The entire open area, surrounded by warehouses, suddenly lit up, filled with crimson moonlight.
Jason's grip on " Werewolf " Tyre's neck loosened rapidly, and a figure wearing a small soft hat appeared behind him.
A smug and cruel smile appeared on Tyre's face as he pulled a shrunken " Full Moon "—a crimson " Full Moon "—from his pocket with his right hand!
It was a dark red ornament that constantly emitted a serene glow. It was shaped like Full Moon, surrounded by scarlet gemstones, with a symbol of the Moon and many mysterious symbols in the center.
Sharron instinctively squinted and took two steps back, the illusory feeling quickly fading away.
Her legs seemed unable to support her weight any longer, and she collapsed softly to the ground, her elaborate black court dress now covered in dust and mud.
" Werewolf " Tyre raised the palm-sized round ornament that shimmered with a crimson glow, panting as he laughed:
"Lord Steve is right, you will definitely try to fight back, and Sharron, the person you possessed and Manipulation must be Jason, who is one Sequence higher than me. Therefore, he handed the ' Crimson Moon Corona ' to me."
"Guess where he is now?"
This... this is not what Sharron expected... it seems I can only choose the best time to strike myself... Klein frowned as he watched and listened, forcibly suppressing the growing anxiety within him.
At this moment, " Werewolf " Tyre did not rush to attack, because he knew that the longer the effect of " Crimson Moon Corona " lasted, the weaker Sharron would become, and the more pain Maric would suffer.
Jason's already cold eyes now held a hint of brutal madness, and rationality was nowhere to be found.
He was also affected by the " Crimson Moon Corona ", but being used to indulging his desires, he did not feel pain, but was filled with longing for the fresh flesh and blood in front of him.
"He!"
Jason let out a low, inhuman growl, and the hairs on his exposed skin turned white.
Just then, Sharron struggled to raise her arms and used her left hand to remove the black glove from her right hand, just as Jason lunged at her, covering the surrounding soil with a thin layer of ice!
Suddenly, endless illusory light burst forth from Sharron's palm.
They absorbed Sharron's Spirituality, weaving together in front of this Puppet -like lady's figure to form a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns and filled with indescribable scents.
The door creaked open, shaking, revealing a crack!
From within the crevice, pairs of arms—some pale, some transparent, some covered in teeth, and some bloody and skinless—reached out, crossed the void, and grabbed the " Living Corpse " Jason!
A dense array of indescribable eyes lurked in the darkness behind the door, silently watching their prey.
Before Jason could even react, he was grabbed by those arms, entangled by those slippery, illusory tentacles, and bound by those bluish-black vines that revealed baby faces!
These eerie creatures cried out and screech, desperately dragging the " Living Corpse " Jason behind the door.
Even though his thoughts were completely dominated by bloodlust and the desire to kill, Jason still instinctively felt fear.
"He!"
His throat suddenly tightened, and layers of frost instantly formed on those scalp-chilling arms. The bluish-black vines that revealed baby faces groaned in pain, and a rotten, murky yellow liquid dripped continuously.
The pulling force slowed down, but it didn't disappear.
Jason kept trying to distract the ghosts, but it was like throwing a stone into the ocean. He also tried using spells from the Death Domain, but they didn't produce much of an effect.
His body moved uncontrollably and resolutely toward the crack in that illusory and mysterious door, occasionally managing to struggle back a little.
Because he had taken a sedative beforehand, Maric wasn't completely defeated by the pain. Taking advantage of the situation, he took out the last two sedatives, snapped the tube in half, and drank one and a half vials in one go, along with the glass shards.
The suppressed malice in his eyes lessened, the Distortion on his face returned to normal, and his gaze suddenly fell on " Werewolf " Tyre.
At the same time, in a flash, Tyre's lean but strong body disappeared from its original spot and appeared more than ten meters away.
When his figure was sketched out there, an illusory scene remained where he had been. A black aura, seemingly alive, rose from the ground, pierced through the afterimage, and then flickered and disappeared.
Tyre didn't use " Blink," he didn't have that extraordinary ability.
He relied on the extreme speed brought by the " Crimson Moon Corona "!
A speed that can leave afterimages!
At that moment, Klein, who was hiding in the shadows at the top of the warehouse, also reached into his pocket with his left hand, touched the iron cigarette box, released the " Cage of Spirituality " on the surface, and easily opened the box.
He believed that " Wraith " Steve must have arrived at the scene, otherwise, if the stalemate continued, Jason would definitely be dragged behind that terrifying door, and even with the blessing of the " Crimson Moon Corona," " Werewolf " Tyre wouldn't be able to deal with Maric for a while. At that time, Sharron could use the " Door of Mystery " on the Werewolf, and the " Crimson Moon Corona " would change hands.
The moment Klein's fingers touched the " Eye of All-Black " inside the metal cigarette case, a mad, filthy, and terrifying incantation echoed in his mind!
It was a terrifying babbling that made your veins bulge, your eyes feel like they were about to burst, and your head feel like it could explode at any moment.
Within these murmurs, Klein saw strange, mysterious, and illusory black threads. They were divided into several groups, some extending to Sharron's body, others originating from the " Werewolf " Tyre, intersecting but not entangled as they penetrated into the void.
Many of the black lines come from places not far from Maric but not overlapping!
" The Wraith Steve! He's trying to possess Maric!" Klein thought to himself and withdrew his left hand.
Instead of drawing his gun and firing immediately, he snapped his fingers almost silently.
Boom!
An explosion suddenly occurred in the gap between the two warehouses, and the billowing flames and heat caused a figure in a black double-breasted long dress to float out.
Having drawn everyone's attention, Klein quickly drew his gun and pulled the trigger toward the spot he remembered.
At the same time, a flash of light appeared on the dark gold the Sun brooch on his chest.
He imbued the " Purifying Slash " into the " Purification Bullets "!
Bang!
The bullet shot out, leaving a trail of pale golden light.