As soon as he leaped out of the flames, two points of light appeared in Klein's eyes, his left hand gloved with gold, growing larger and brighter, like lightning suddenly piercing the sky.
After using the " Paper Figurine Substitute " to attract the attention of "Iron" Maviti's gang, he had already activated " Creeping Hunger " and switched to the soul of " The Interrogator," preparing to use the extraordinary ability " Spirit Piercing."
"Ah!"
"Iron" Maviti suddenly screamed, as if a small knife had been plunged into his head, stirring his gray brain. The pain erupted from the depths of his soul, instantly filling all his thoughts.
At the same time, his extraordinary power erupted spontaneously, transforming into a hurricane that swept outwards.
Beautiful, dreamy snowflakes suddenly began to fall from the sky, and a transparent, crystalline layer of ice spread outwards from the ground. The trees on both sides of the road were instantly covered with white frost, and then quickly withered, revealing obvious signs of decay.
The lingering resentment and lingering spirits were awakened one after another, whimpering, sobbing, and screaming, casting a gray and oppressive atmosphere over the surrounding area.
Klein fell naturally from mid-air, his left glove radiating a brilliant light as if the Sun were shining directly on it.
He opened his arms and leaned back, as if embracing something.
The moment his heel touched the chilly ground, a pure, blazing, and thick beam of light descended from above.
This divine radiance enveloped "Iron" Maviti, illuminating his dark skin, muscular build, and curly hair that resembled steel beads.
Light Priest, " Holy Light "!
Silently, Maviti's expression became increasingly Distortion, and his skin showed obvious signs of melting.
At that moment, he was like a candle being thrown into a burning fireplace.
Compared to the corrupted and out-of-control Bishop Miller, the " Living Corpse " was more restrained and suffered more severe damage when faced with similar attacks!
The drifting snowflakes then stopped, the ice on the ground melted rapidly, and the trees, with their white ridges hanging from them, revealed their true brown color.
The imposing beam of light undoubtedly caught the attention of " Blood Brambles " Huntley and Squall. The former's expression changed drastically, and he reached into his hidden bag to pull out the spellcasting materials, intending to use his superior position to rescue "Iron" Maviti.
Just then, a raven made entirely of flames suddenly leaped out from his eyes.
One, two, three... Countless fire crows, like crimson stars, filled Huntley's field of vision. They flew in from all directions, flapping their wings, densely packed, scorching hot.
Huntley's heart skipped a beat, his eyes almost froze, and his hand immediately changed direction, grabbing out another material.
brush!
He tossed a fine, pale blue powder above himself, and murmured in Ancient Hermes:
"Waves!"
The powder instantly expanded, transforming into deep blue waves that swept outwards.
When they encountered the fire crows, they made hissing noises and created a large amount of white mist.
The flames from the earlier explosion had subsided slightly. Through the remaining crimson light, Squall saw "Steel" Maviti, whose skin was melting like wax and whose flesh was disintegrating inch by inch. He also saw a strange man in a black cloak standing to his side.
He didn't panic; like a cold-blooded viper devoid of such emotions, he calmly raised his arms and suddenly pressed down with both palms.
In an instant, he saw the gaunt, cold-faced young man's body become heavy and his movements slow, as if his wings for flight had been broken, while "Iron" Maviti began to struggle and roll to the side, trying to avoid the second round of " Holy Light ".
Immediately afterwards, Squall discovered that the other party had lost its weight and thickness, turning into a thin paper figure once again, pressed to the ground by an invisible force, and soaked into the mud after the snow melted.
Klein emerged from another position, his right thumb and middle finger rubbing together as he lunged forward and snapped his fingers three times.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
The dark gold brooch in the shape of a the Sun in front of him flashed with light, imbuing the Air Bullet with a Purification power.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The three bullets were fired in quick succession, hitting the still-slow "Iron" Maviti in the right chest. They pierced through the half-melted skin and flesh, creating an exaggerated, gruesome wound with golden flames spreading outwards.
Swoosh! Squall threw out scalpel after scalpel, but Klein dodged them all with acrobatic agility.
At this moment, "Iron" Maviti had recovered. He pushed himself up with his palms, stood up again, and rushed straight towards the enemy, intending to make use of his best close-combat skills and his unique physical abilities that made him immune to blows.
Ice was freezing beneath his feet, and his fists reeked of decay.
Then, once again, he saw two bolts of lightning, like bullets, shoot out from Klein's deep brown eyes and shine into his own pupils.
"Iron Man" Maviti instinctively tilted his head back, clenched his teeth, and blood seeped from his nostrils, mouth, and ears, mixed with the melted skin from before.
The moment Klein fired the Air Bullet, he had already altered the soul of the Grazing.
He remains an " Interrogator," still a " Spirit Puncture "!
To deal with " Living Corpse," which are Beyonder with bodies as strong as steel, damage at the spiritual level is more effective!
The continuous blows caused "Iron" Maviti to briefly stiffen, but at the same time, he lost the shackles of reason. Long, black, stiff hairs grew on his face, his teeth and nails grew longer and longer, and his skin writhed and tried to coalesce, fading from dark to pale, like a real, mad, blood-thirsty Living Corpse!
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Klein closed in, ducked, and brushed past "Iron" Maviti on the right, casually stuffing an object he was holding into the gruesome wound he had created, and into the other man's body.
It was a glass bottle with several ordinary brass bullets strapped to it, containing a large quantity of " The Sun Holy Water " that Klein had prepared in advance!
puff!
Klein's relentless action caused Squall's attempt to control the situation to fail once again.
He spun around and landed behind "Iron" Maviti, back to back.
Snap! He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers before "Iron" Maviti could pull out the glass bottle.
Bang!
A soft explosion rang out, and crimson flames leaped, shattering the already fragile glass bottle. A large amount of " The Sun Holy Water " poured into the body of "Iron" Maviti.
The notorious pirate, whose bounty was a staggering £6,000, froze on the spot, letting out a painful groan.
He suddenly knelt down, and blackish-green gas continuously diffused from his body and disappeared into the air.
Seeing this, Squall's gaze darkened. He immediately pulled out a black iron-colored talisman and muttered an Ancient Hermes word:
" Scream!"
The talisman suddenly shattered and disappeared, completing the sacrifice.
An invisible wave of sound swept out like a tsunami, almost simultaneously penetrating the ears of everyone around.
Klein's mind went blank for a moment, and he felt a chill on his nose as blood seeped out. "Crimson Thorn" Huntley on the " Flying Carpet " was in an even worse state, his face Distortion and his body convulsing as he collapsed, unable to even scream. In Blood Brambles, " Blazing " Danitz on the distant rooftop was unaffected and happily threw out a repeatedly compressed, blazing white fireball.
The fireball struck the defenseless Huntley and exploded with a deafening roar.
Blood and flesh splattered outwards, fingers, calves, heads and other parts were wrapped in Blazing and fell downwards. The " Flying Carpet " then lost control and slowly sank.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Squall turned and ran without hesitation.
However, to his astonishment, the terrifying man who had nearly defeated "Iron" Maviti in 10 seconds turned around and chased after him without any hesitation!
How could this be? This is the " Screaming Charm " made by the Admiral! Squall didn't have time to think about why, and ran as fast as he could towards another street.
Just then, he was suddenly struck hard on the head by someone, and the tearing pain made his whole body spasm.
The lightning flash in Klein's eyes faded, and he raised his right hand, snapping his fingers again.
Bang!
An Air Bullet traveled a distance of about ten meters and accurately pierced the back of Squall's head.
Squall didn't possess the superhuman resilience of "steel," and his vision went black as he slowly collapsed.
Klein caught up quickly, extended his left palm, and let the jubilant " Creeping Hunger " begin to enjoy its feast.
I've heard the voice of the " True Creator " and endured Mr. "Door's" cries for help. I'm very resistant in this regard. I can even recover quickly from the Scream of the " Wraith " itself, let alone just a talisman... Klein muttered to himself, watching Squall's body turn into flesh and blood and be thrown into the gaping mouth of " Creeping Hunger ".
A few seconds later, " Creeping Hunger " stopped in satisfaction, and Klein quickly returned to "Iron" Maviti's side.
This " Living Corpse " was Purification; although its head wasn't smashed, it still lost its life.
Klein stepped forward, picked up the peacock blue Flying Carpet that had fallen to the ground, wrapped it around "Iron" Maviti's body, and lifted him up.
Looking back at the chaotic scene at No. 15 Fragrant Tree Avenue, listening to the out-of-control noises of the Living Corpse and puppets, and sensing that the " Mandated Punishers " were approaching, Klein pulled up the hood of his cloak, bowed slightly in that direction, and paid his respects.
Snap!
Klein rubbed his fingers together, and all the surrounding scraps of paper were ignited, sending up pillars of crimson flames.
In the firelight, his body blurred, and he and the objects around him turned into shadows, disappearing from the spot.
As for the Beyonder Characteristic of Squall and Huntley that were slowly precipitating and condensing, he neither looked at them nor paid any attention to them.
Greed can lead one into unnecessary danger; what we've gained so far is enough!
After leaving some of the Mandated Punishers to deal with the out-of-control Living Corpse puppets, the pirates wounded by their "comrades," and the captured extraordinary adventurers, Cordova Roye led the rest of the group and rushed over. But all they could see were scattered corpses, stray scalpels, and withered roadside trees. They could also discern the slowly receding the Sun and the evil emanating from the depths of flesh and blood.