Bullets, some shimmering with a pale golden glow, others bursting with brilliant light, pierced the void one after another, striking the head of " Wraith " Steve.
Thanks to " The Clown's " control over his body and his consistent practice of marksmanship, Klein's six bullets imbued with " Purifying Slash " accurately hit the same area as the previous two!
They were like fists from the Giant of light, pounding on Wraith 'Steve left cheek again and again!
Amidst the thuds, Steve, entangled by the strange arms and dark green vines and unable to evade by using his ethereal ability, kept tilting his head to the side, his body trembling, his cheekbones rapidly caved in, and sharp white bones broke off!
Bang!
The final bullet shattered the barrier, causing the Sequence 5 powerhouse's dark red blood to splatter out, while brilliant or golden flames continuously seeped in, burning out plumes of bluish-black mist.
In that holy light, Steve's clothes caught fire, his body quickly charred, and grease dripped from his skin.
But he's not dead yet!
Compared to " Marionettist " Rosago, the Sequence 5 of the Mutant Pathway has significantly stronger survivability!
However, Steve, struck hard, could no longer resist the eerie, pulling arms. His legs moved forward uncontrollably, almost flying as he hurtled towards the bronze door, towards the deep, cracked crevice, and towards the pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness.
Just then, Sharron, her forehead beaded with sweat, suddenly clenched her right hand.
The illusory, subtle light abruptly ceased, and the mysterious, indescribable bronze gate lost its very foundation.
It swayed precariously, and before Steve could enter, it reluctantly pulled back its arms, some covered in teeth and others dripping with blood, and closed the gap.
Clang!
The door closed, and in a flash, it became transparent and disappeared!
Steve's forward-leaning body stiffened on the spot, his entire body charred and shriveled, like a mummified corpse that had been burned for a long time, or even more like a charred stick with only embers remaining.
Sharron, her right fist clenched and holding the " Crimson Moon Corona," blurred rapidly, took a step forward, and overlapped with Steve.
Klein's Spirit Vision instantly lost sight of her, but the charred Steve raised his fists and slammed them into his already severely injured head.
Bang!
His head turned into a rotten tomato-like pulp, with milky white spots first spraying upwards and then falling in all directions.
Along with it emerged a semi-transparent phantom, which rapidly expanded and transformed into a gigantic jellyfish-like object, with unreal liquid swaying inside and a pair of pale eyes coalescing within!
Sharron was forced out by this strange thing and reappeared beside it.
She suddenly stretched out her left hand, letting out a silent Scream.
The ground suddenly turned black, seemingly becoming a muddy abyss, from which a Distortion, blood-red vine grew. It was divided into many segments, each with four sharp teeth and an eye.
The crimson vines grew wildly upwards, instantly fixing the jellyfish-like phantom in place, Greed sucking up the unreal liquid within.
The phantom quickly disintegrated, and the crimson vines retreated back into the muddy abyss.
But with this delay, the headless, charred Steve started running, crossing the open space and heading towards the exit.
He wasn't completely dead yet, even though he'd lost his head!
Steve had only taken a few steps when a crisp sound suddenly rang out in the quiet air.
Snap!
Klein, dressed in a black double-breasted tuxedo and a matching top hat, turned to the side and snapped his fingers.
Boom!
The soil beneath Steve's feet was violently ripped apart, and crimson flames erupted in its wake.
It spreads upwards, reaches its highest point, and then falls gracefully downwards, like a beautiful firework.
In these fireworks, Steve's " Wraith " body was completely torn to pieces, with charred hands, feet, internal organs, and flesh scattered all over the ground. Among them, a finger rolled to Klein's feet, while the brown, translucent " Biotoxin Bottle " landed in another direction.
The remaining fragments of Steve's body twitched a few times before finally settling down.
Amidst the bursting flames and this scene, Klein felt his Spirituality become more vibrant, and the power within him, which was not yet entirely his, drew closer to him in some way.
Following this feeling, he switched the gun to his left hand, removed the half-high silk hat from his head with his black-gloved right hand, pressed it to his chest, and bowed slightly to Sharron.
Sharron's azure eyes looked over.
Her gaze passed over Klein and landed on the " Werewolf " Tyre and Maric, who were still fighting behind them.
Sharron vanished instantly, and her image was immediately reflected in the eyes of the Werewolf Tyre.
Tyre stood frozen in place, his black fur standing on end.
He struggled to raise his arms and pressed them against his head.
Snap!
He twisted hard, and his eyes then fell upon the spine hidden beneath the tattered clothing.
Snap!
With another twist and pull, Tyre ripped his own head off!
Throughout the entire process, he did not utter a single scream or utter a single word.
He held his own head up, letting the blood drip down, yet the headless corpse remained upright.
Sharron did not immediately leave Werewolf 'Tyre body; she seemed to be trying something.
Soon, a small amount of dark green light emerged from Tyre's head and body, and quickly coalesced around one of his fangs.
It seems Miss Sharron has a way to accelerate the release of Beyonder Characteristic... provided that she possesses the target, kills the target, and completely controls the body... Klein suddenly realized and bent down to pick up the fallen bullet casings, carefully putting them into the iron box.
He feared that subsequent investigators, based on the special characteristics of the bullet casing, would find the " Artisan " and the woman who purchased the " Barbarian " and " Briber " formulas, thereby pinpointing the " Eye of Wisdom " gathering and threatening his own safety.
As for the warheads, they were long ago sacrificed to the corresponding gods in holy light and fire, like materials for a talisman.
After setting down the revolver, Klein was about to take a step when Sharron appeared beside the " Biotoxin Bottle " with astonishing speed, causing it to Levitation and land in his palm.
Before Klein could even process any other thoughts, the pale-faced woman flicked her wrist, tossing a brown, translucent bottle and a blackish-green fang at him.
... To save time, help me pick up the loot? Klein paused for a moment, then instinctively pulled out a piece of paper and covered the two items with it, without making direct contact!
At this moment, in his line of sight, Sharron's elaborate black court dress had lost its usual neatness and was swaying gently in the wind. A few strands of her pale golden hair fell against the side of her face, making Sharron look more human.
Hmm... this " Biotoxin Bottle " comes with a lid... I just don't know what the negative effects are... Klein lowered his head, examined his spoils, and resealed the " Biotoxin Bottle " with the black lid hanging next to him to prevent it from continuing to harm him.
As for that dark green fang, it was Beyonder Characteristic left behind by the " Werewolf " Tyre.
As Klein placed the two items into the prepared small iron box and used Holy Night Powder to create Wall of Spirituality to block their influence on the surroundings, he watched Sharron's figure disappear out of the corner of his eye. Steve's remaining flesh and blood writhed, releasing almost transparent specks of light.
Similarly, he remained wary of Maric, lest the man suddenly go berserk.
In this state of vigilance, he discovered that the " Living Corpse's" healing ability was indeed astonishing; the deep wounds that had exposed bone were now mostly closed!
Maric gave him a deep look, as if he had remembered something or understood something.
After finishing his task, Klein walked around for a dozen steps, first picking up the square iron box that the Living Corpse and Specter had dug out, and then finding the Azik Copper Whistle and the Master Key surrounded by humanoid "candles".
He glanced at it and awkwardly realized he didn't dare pick it up either.
The effects of the " Crimson Moon Corona " are still radiating across this open space!
This was his last and most unavoidable preparation. He even took time out of his busy schedule to go to the hospital morgue to test what the corpses would do after they got the Azik Copper Whistle, and what they would do. This led to the design of the corresponding process.
"Ahem, can you stop the effects of the ' Crimson Moon Corona '?" Klein turned to look at Sharron, who had reappeared.
She now held a semi-transparent Puppet in her hand.
Sharron didn't speak, but instead put the " Crimson Moon Corona " from her other hand on her chest.
The ring of crimson gems quickly dimmed, and the Full Moon's radiance vanished from the abandoned open space.
Klein then bent down, pinched the ring with his fingertips, picked up the Azik Copper Whistle and the Master Key, and put them into the square iron box with dents and bullet holes, quickly sealing it.
Meanwhile, Maric also went around and dealt with the situation.
Sharron lifted the small black soft hat, her figure first blurred and disappeared, then reappeared in front of Klein.
" The Book of Secrets is in your guest room," Sharron said calmly.
In other words, regardless of the final outcome, as long as I can return alive, I will receive some reward and won't have worked for nothing... Klein smiled and bowed slightly.
Thank you for your generosity.
"Official Beyonder could arrive at any moment; we should leave."
Sharron nodded and said:
Do you need any help?
"No need," Klein chuckled. "I still have a lot of fireworks to set off."
He had barely finished speaking when he snapped his fingers.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The remaining bombs exploded one after another, sending bursts of flames shooting upwards.
They cluster around the largest and most eye-catching flower, located near the center, creating a dreamy and radiant scene.
Sharron's gaze was instinctively drawn to him for a second, but when she looked back, Klein was gone, leaving only a wisp of fire slowly fading away.
Outside the open space, on a road that circles northwest without directly encountering the official Beyonder, matches were lit one after another, flames shooting up crimson before quickly disappearing.
Klein's figure kept appearing among them, leaping away from the West Balam Dock.
Then, he took out a bottle of specially made hydrosol, applied it to his face, and gently wiped it off with a piece of paper, removing all the paint.
Snap!
Klein flicked his wrist, burning the paper to ashes.
Then, he picked up his cane, which he had hidden nearby, straightened his clothes, and walked out onto the street like an ordinary person.
Not long after, Klein arrived at a church whose name was:
" Leverage Church "
Because many believers are not wealthy and may not be able to rest on Sundays, and are extremely busy during the daytime, churches in various places will stay open until the early hours of the morning, so that most believers have the opportunity to pray and repent.
Klein looked up, tapped the steps with the black cane he was holding, and stepped inside.
He planned to stay here to avoid the next wave of checks on the surrounding population.
A few minutes later, a squad called " Machinery Hivemind " appeared in the open space surrounded by the abandoned warehouse.
They arrived in groups of five, each carrying different extraordinary weapons, but the sight of the place, which looked as if it had been plowed through, made them frown.
After observing for a while, they solemnly threw themselves into the work of searching for clues.
Inside the Leverage Church.
It wasn't yet 11 a. m., and there were quite a few people here, but no one spoke. The entire prayer hall was so peaceful and sacred that one didn't want to break the tranquility.
Klein sat in the third row, on the aisle chair, leaned his black cane forward, and removed his top hat.
Dressed in a black double-breasted tuxedo, he clasped his hands together, rested them on his chin, closed his eyes, and faced the triangular emblem at the very front with an unusually calm expression.